Until late at night, when Hogsmeade village was quiet, Felix suddenly moved.

He stood up from the chair, took a step, and appeared on a huge stone in the mountains of Hogwarts. The mountains and forests were howling at night, and there were unknown beasts howling. Felix turned around and looked at the big hole in the rock wall. There was already a person inside. He was wearing a hood and blended into the darkness.

The wizard lifted the hood, revealing the pale and thin face of Lucius Malfoy.

Felix carefully observed Malfoy's expression. After a while, he asked softly, "Did Voldemort lose his temper?"

"I was hit by several Cruciatus Curses." Lucius tried his best to make his tone sound indifferent. "This is the best result. I almost couldn't help but expose myself. Then everything would be over."

"What excuse did you use to get away with it?" Felix asked curiously, "To be honest, you are a little tougher than I thought. Ten hours have passed since I sent you the message. I have been waiting for you to call me to save you, or to receive your decision to move your family."

Lucius Malfoy glared at him fiercely.

"I know that the diary is very important to him. When he gave it to me, he asked me to keep it properly and wait for his instructions before taking action... Tonight I told him that I was loyal to him. I heard the news of the suspected owner three years ago, but he never showed up, so I gritted my teeth and sent the diary he gave me to Hogwarts, hoping that the news that the Chamber of Secrets was opened would attract his attention..."

Felix speculated on Voldemort's psychology.

At that time, Voldemort had already created many Horcruxes, and he did not attach too much importance to the diary. Compared with the life-saving value of the Horcrux itself, he actually regarded the diary more as a weapon.

From the information revealed by Lucius, this is related to an unfinished plan. Maybe Voldemort wanted to use the diary Horcrux to open the Chamber of Secrets, kill a few students, and take the opportunity to overthrow Dumbledore, so that his power could infiltrate this ancient magic school.

It was the right time to hand this matter over to Lucius Malfoy, who was still the director of Hogwarts at the time, but the timing had to be clever enough. Therefore, after Voldemort handed the diary to Malfoy, he asked him to go home and wait for news. Then... well, Voldemort was gone not long after.

"Did Voldemort summon you alone?"

"Yes..."

"He also summoned Bellatrix?"

Lucius was surprised. "That's right, we are not in order." He thought for a while and said, "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized the abnormality, because he has been keeping a secret during this period, and he summoned his followers alone. It's rare to have other people present..."

Felix nodded, "You should be the first, Bellatrix is ​​the second, and then... It seems that Voldemort will be very busy tonight, and of course, his temper will get worse and worse... Lucius?" Lucius

looked at him.

"If Voldemort suddenly summons you again in the next two days, pack your bags and run away. But if he endures it, you can stay."

"Why?"

"Because I can't guarantee that he won't vent his anger on you." Felix said faintly.

In the next two days, many wizards who participated in the ancient magic exchange activities left early. Most of these people were tourists. They simply wanted to see the birth and development process of a new discipline. As a result, what happened at the venue greatly exceeded their psychological tolerance, and they chose to leave with lingering fear.

When the Ministry of Magic re-registered, there were about 200 tents that were unclaimed.

But more people chose to stay.

The idea of ​​these people was also very simple. They saw a thrilling battle. To be honest, they had been mentally prepared for Dumbledore's strength for a long time - after all, he had accumulated fame for more than half a century. Judging from the scene at that time, Dumbledore was worthy of his title of "the greatest white wizard".

The unexpected one was Felix Hep.

He had a certain reputation in many countries before. Of course, people knew his name in different ways. Some knew him through the books he wrote, some knew him through the "Future World" company, and some people knew Felix's name because they experienced the riots in the camp of the Quidditch World Cup final.

But if they were asked to give an accurate positioning, they would be at a loss. Is he an expert in Muggle research? An outstanding businessman? A professor of ancient magic? Or a memory treatment expert? I guess they would quarrel among themselves.

It was not until the end of this ancient magic exchange event that wizards around the world had a unified understanding of the name Felix Hep: he was a great wizard at the same level as Dumbledore.

When the reporters who participated in the event sent the news back to their own countries, everyone was stunned, and then people kept rushing over to collect first-hand information.

Historians, staff from the Ministry of Magic of various countries, reporters from newspapers and magazines, members of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and the Alchemy Association all applied for entry, and then they couldn't wait to rush to Hogsmeade, first to visit and take pictures of the scorched earth outside the village, and then to listen to Felix Hep's personal explanation of his understanding of magic, and when they were free, they randomly interviewed someone to learn about the two thrilling battles from the mouths of the witnesses.

And long before this, the newspapers in the British wizarding world had exploded.

The reporters and photographers who arrived on the first day were all very busy. In addition to developing photos, they also had to write ten articles at the same time. Rita Skeeter once again showed her extremely professional ability to make up stories. A vivid article often only took more than ten minutes to come out, but her writing style was becoming more and more sensational.

The new editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet was troubled by this.

"Listen, 'Three people standing on the top of the world' - how can they count Voldemort as one of them?" In the library, Hermione read the title of the article with disgust.

"To some extent, she is right." Ron said with a strange expression: "I remember there was another article titled - 'The power of love awakens the boy who lived', tut tut."

Harry turned his head away embarrassedly. He didn't know how to explain his relationship with Ginny to Ron. In recent times, they haven't talked much since school started except at the front-line observation station, but in the distant past... Harry's thoughts were flying, and he thought of the kiss in the underground training ground of the old Black mansion.

"Mafalda is bothering you again?" Ron asked.

"What?" Harry looked in the direction of his gaze and found Mafalda, hiding behind a pile of thick books. She looked like a replica of Hermione in her first year, but Harry could guarantee that Hermione was only comparable to her in her desire to win in schoolwork. In other aspects, such as her morbid desire to pry and revenge, Mafalda was better.

"Another Rita Skeeter," Ron said.

"You said she was Gilderoy Lockhart some time ago," Hermione stabbed him.

"Is there any difference between the two of them?" Ron muttered.

At this time, Harry saw Draco Malfoy walked into the library sickly, sitting alone at the table in a daze.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked. He hadn't seen Malfoy in the past two days.

"It is said that he is sick. Lee Jordan saw him when he went to the school hospital to stop the nosebleed." Ron said vaguely. Harry immediately understood that Lee Jordan must have taken the risk to try the fast-acting skipping candy developed by Fred and George. He remembered that the name of one of the candies was Nosebleed Nougat.

Ron seemed to have forgotten to make trouble for Harry at this time. He leaned over and lowered his voice and said, "Maybe it was to cover up the fact that he left the school." He showed a meaningful look, "Professor Hepp forced us to swear not to tell anyone about his presence at the time, otherwise he would use magic to seal our mouths."

"The professor didn't say that!" Hermione shouted angrily.

"Well, I guessed," Ron shrugged, "Anyway, his expression was quite serious at the time."

This time Hermione didn't refute.

Harry looked at Draco who was absent-minded, and his mood was very complicated. He abided by the agreement and did not tell Ron and Hermione the truth about the diary Horcrux. This made Harry feel that his relationship with Malfoy had changed subtly. Harry couldn't tell whether it was getting better or worse, but Malfoy seemed to be invisible in important matters again.

One time he took the initiative to hand over the diary Horcrux; the other time he personally experienced the battlefield of Hogsmeade.

Both times there was the shadow of Professor Happ...

Draco raised his head from the table, revealing two obvious dark circles under his eyes. When he saw Harry, he quickly turned his head away.