Umbridge never expected that the Niffler had a precious defensive item. She only heard that the Future World Company was developing similar products, and the Ministry of Magic had recently ordered a batch... That's right! She suddenly realized that Future World and Felix Hepp were equivalent to each other to some extent.

Umbridge looked around, and there was no one around. She found that the Niffler was still standing there stupidly, taking out a small wooden stick and gesturing at her. Umbridge made up her mind and approached step by step.

She forced a smile on her broad face and said in a sweet tone: "What a cute little guy... Can I hug you?"

Valen shuddered, and he waved the small wooden stick and kept retreating.

Umbridge's dark shadow covered Valen's small shadow, and Valen was soon forced into a corner. Umbridge smiled grimly, and the next second she saw the small wooden stick in the Niffler's hand light up in the dark. This scene looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before... Just as Umbridge thought of Filch, a strong whirlwind appeared from under her feet, dragging her into the air.

The gems on the special wand that the Great Demon said needed to be used with caution lit up one by one, and the wind kept increasing, forming a strong spiral. After a few seconds, it made a terrible whimpering sound like a knife, and snowflakes fell. Umbridge, trapped in the icy wind, staggered and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Valen looked at the screaming Umbridge anxiously, worried that he would get into trouble, so he put away his special wand and quickly slipped away. He was going to complain to the Great Demon.

"Bang!"

Umbridge fell from mid-air, her face covered with bloody scratches, her clothes were tattered, and her gray-brown hair was like a hornet's nest, with ice chips.

She got up from the ground, trembling with anger. At the same time, the fear of that person that was suppressed in her heart seemed to come back. It was okay to let the squib cast the spell. Although she didn't understand, it was still a person after all. But letting a Niffler use magic... She didn't know which one was stronger, the humiliation or the shock in her heart. After

a long time, she came to her senses, hurriedly used a few poor healing spells to treat her wounds, and then left quickly. She walked through the corridor and came to the lobby. Mafalda was distributing tomorrow's newspapers under the bulletin board. There were six or seven little wizards standing in front of her.

"Remember, focus on the first news. Recently, a perverted student sneaked into the girls' bathroom at night with the intention of doing something bad. Remind everyone to pay attention to safety."

The two boys hugged each other in fear.

Mafalda rolled her eyes at them, "It's the girls' bathroom, girls! It has nothing to do with you, understand?"

A little girl asked in horror, "Who is that pervert?"

"The client didn't say ahem, what I mean is that it hasn't been investigated yet, you can mobilize other people to pay attention." Mafalda made amends, she almost let it slip just now, in order to divert attention, she encouraged: "Do a good job, I promise to ask someone to buy you gifts next Hogsmeade weekend."

"Is there really anyone advertising?" The girl who asked the question just now asked timidly.

"Of course, but many of them are hidden advertisements. Did you see the confession letter in the second one? And the fifth one, Professor Bubbage is recruiting assistants? This shows that we have expanded our customers to the professor group! Sooner or later, I will stand in the principal's office to interview Principal Dumbledore..."

Umbridge, who was passing by with her face covered, suddenly stopped and looked at Mafalda in disbelief. Mafalda was giving a speech with great enthusiasm, and suddenly found that the little wizards in front of her all looked over her shoulder and looked behind her. She turned her head and saw a wide, fat chin close at hand.

Mafalda was startled. She stared at the dirty Umbridge for a while, wondering why she hadn't noticed before that this person looked like a toad? It might be the angle, she thought. She subconsciously took two steps back and took two more glances for confirmation, but some ideas can never be erased once they appear.

"I've seen you before. You are from the Ministry of Magic. What's the matter?"

Umbridge grinned, hurting her wound. "Hiss~ little girl, I heard what you just said. Are you the editor-in-chief of the Puzzle Wall newspaper? I didn't expect you to be so young..."

"Do you want to buy a newspaper?" Mafalda interrupted her.

Umbridge stared with bulging eyes, stunned for a while and asked: "How much?"

"Three knuts a copy. In fact, it's more cost-effective to buy two copies, only five knuts, which is half the price of the Daily Prophet." Mafalda skillfully solicited business, "Even Valen is my loyal reader."

"That Niffler?" Umbridge stared at Mafalda, Mafalda nodded in confusion, and Umbridge screamed immediately.

In the distance, Felix, who was holding Valen and walking to the kitchen, raised his head. What was that sound?

"Chi! (It's that woman!)"

A few minutes ago

, Valen walked through the hall and quickly glanced in the hall. After not seeing Felix, it turned back to the hall and was caught by Felix who suddenly appeared. Valen immediately cried out in grievance, "Well, well, I know everything, she is really bad." Felix let it talk, and agreed from time to time.

"Let's go to the kitchen to find something to eat, grilled fish? Cake? I just figured out a trick to make food have emotions. Do you want to try the caramel pudding that can make people cry? Uh, don't like it, it's okay, we can try other combinations..."

They walked down the hallway, and at this time, Mafalda had just led her team downstairs. It didn't take long before an exaggerated scream was heard.

Felix frowned, what on earth is Umbridge doing?

...

February brings not only the gradually warming weather, but also the procrastinating Valentine's Day, which the students are looking forward to. Especially the new Hogsmeade weekend and Valentine's Day are on the same day, which makes the students ecstatic.

"There is still a week to celebrate the festival!" A Ravenclaw girl announced loudly during breakfast. She happily showed her friend a beautiful bow, "I will tie it on the wall of Madam Puddifoot's tea shop." A table away, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together, with no joy on their faces about the upcoming festival.

"They'll leave tomorrow," Harry whispered, glancing at the Ministry of Magic people. They were eating at the Slytherin table, with Umbridge and the young man named Avery far away from each other.

"It's obvious that they are

guilty," Ron said. "They won't wait until the last day to do it? Or after lights out?" He suddenly had an idea, "Mad-Eye also said that they might come to steal things, and midnight is the best time. Just like Quirrell, he also acted in the middle of the night..."

"At least they don't have much chance during the day." Hermione said, "Did you take the Marauder's Map, Harry?"

"I took it." Harry whispered, and he took the opportunity to drink his porridge to take out a corner of a stack of parchment from his pocket. "It's always good to have an extra pair of eyes," he said, not to mention that there were a few people missing from Professor Moody's map, but Harry didn't say it to avoid another argument.

"Actually, it's three pairs of eyes." Ron corrected him with a smile.

"It's the entire front-line observation post, Harry." Hermione rolled her eyes at them. "The 'Reconnaissance and Counter-Reconnaissance' course materials you distributed during the last event, don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Harry seemed a little embarrassed and whispered, "This is the best way, isn't it?"

Hermione sighed, "Have you noticed that your tone is a bit like Headmaster Dumbledore's?"

Harry stared at her in astonishment.

"You often complain that adults keep things from you and don't tell you everything, and now you're keeping it from the club members too."

"I'm doing this for their own good! To prevent leaks! And, and the fewer people who know about that thing, the better." Harry stammered, and then his expression froze.

Could this be the reason?

Can Dumbledore and Professor Heppe, even Professor Moody and Kingsley, equate their attitudes towards themselves with their own attitudes towards Neville, Seamus, and Luna? Harry lowered his head and thought, and a voice in his heart said, I'm different from them. But then a new question arose, what's the difference... I can't stay out of it, Harry said to himself, others might give up, but I definitely won't. Even if Voldemort's power is ten or a hundred times stronger than it is now, even if Voldemort defeats everyone and dominates the wizarding world, as long as he is still alive, he will stand on the opposite side of Voldemort.

Harry firmly believes this.

At this time, he saw Neville and Hannah passing by and knew that they were going to have a Herbology class together. Harry stared at Neville. His face was no longer as round as it was in the first year, but had firm lines. If something particularly dangerous happened, Harry felt that he would refuse other members to take risks, but he might not refuse Neville, because he knew that Neville had the same attitude towards Voldemort and the Death Eaters as he did...

Hermione suddenly looked at the table opposite and said sarcastically: "He is good at winning people's hearts, acting like a warm-hearted senior." Harry and Ron looked over. Chesterton Avery was chatting happily with a group of Slytherin students. The words "prefect" and "majestic" were faintly heard. Pansy listened attentively, with an eager expression on her face, and she didn't notice that Draco Malfoy next to her didn't say a word.

Harry read a strong disgust in his eyes.

"He won't try to find a chance to contact Malfoy again, will he?" Hermione asked in a low voice, "Don't the tabloids have any effect?"

"As long as Malfoy is smart, he won't give him a chance." Harry said affirmatively. During the following breakfast, they would occasionally glance in the direction of the Slytherin table. After a while, the Slytherin students stood up one after another. Malfoy decisively put down his knife and fork and followed the group to leave.

Crabbe and Goyle were quite dissatisfied with the fact that there was still food on the plate, but no matter how reluctant they were, they were still dragged away by Malfoy.

"See." Harry said.

They also hurried to finish breakfast and hurried to the Herbology class. On the way, Harry had time to regain his thoughts that were interrupted by Hermione. He had to admit that Hermione made sense, although only a little... He crossed the courtyard and ran to the greenhouse. He thought that if he were Headmaster Dumbledore, he would also treat a person who was destined to be an enemy of Voldemort differently and occasionally reveal some secrets, but he would definitely not tell all the facts.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry muttered.

"What?" Hermione asked badly. They were taking a shortcut through the muddy vegetable garden. The snow was half melted, and it was very difficult to walk. Half of her shoe was stuck in the mud.

"Thank God, there's no class with Snape today," Harry said loudly.

Of course, he didn't mean it. In fact, he had been staring at Snape in Potions class recently, trying to see if he was close to a Horcrux from the expression on his face. He even ignored his sarcasm, and the price was that Harry got two more zeros.

The greenhouse was far away, and Harry saw the students standing outside. He took a few quick steps and just caught up with the greenhouse opening from the inside, but the people who came out surprised him. It was Snape in black, and standing side by side with him was Professor Hep. Harry also saw Professor Burbage and Professor Sprout smiling behind them.

He remembered a message he saw in the Puzzle Wall tabloid that Professor Burbage had applied to build a new greenhouse and had been recruiting students to work and study for some time.

"Pomona, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with the concept of self-pollination." Professor Burbage said eagerly.

"This is not new knowledge." Professor Sprout's tone suddenly became dry.

"Oh, I thought there were only Muggles," Professor Bubbage apologized in a low voice, while Felix and Snape had already left.

...

"Voldemort is coming with great force, what are your plans?" Felix asked briskly, as they walked on the lawn, the sunlight was gentle and not glaring.

"I don't think this should be the final battle, so it is unlikely that he and I will meet, which will reduce a lot of embarrassment." Snape said slowly: "As for my plan, pretend to be tripped by something."

"Tripped? So you still plan to go undercover?" Felix frowned, "Have you thought of an excuse?"

"You can always find an excuse." Snape said softly: "But I have to provide some convenience for those two idiots, so that there will be no trouble later. If they fail again, it can't be blamed on me. Let them bear the wrath of the Dark Lord, that is his hope for eternal life."

"Tsk. What did you guess?"

"Horcrux." Snape said coldly, Felix was quite surprised, he didn't expect Severus to really investigate it alone.

"But how do you..."

"List the names of the dark magic you can find. I happen to have enough ability to distinguish in this area, and then eliminate them one by one. I narrowed the scope to ten, but I still couldn't finally determine the answer until I met Professor Slughorn at the door of Honeydukes." Snape said lightly.

Felix had no other thoughts except sighing at the coincidence, although there were still traces of this. Dumbledore took Harry to visit Slughorn many times during the summer vacation of Harry's fourth year. With Severus's keenness, he would definitely guess that Slughorn held a huge secret, and what he lacked was just some associations. And Felix estimated that Severus must have contributed the best level of rhetoric in the chat with Slughorn, and it is even possible that he was under the banner of Dumbledore? This made the other party not too defensive.

Would Severus guess that Harry was a half-Horcrux? Felix thought, but this is not his trouble, let Dumbledore worry about it!

"Have you considered that Potter will ruin your plan?" Snape suddenly said.

"What happened to him?" Felix suddenly remembered the letter.

"He was testing me." Snape squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Felix turned his head, holding back with great difficulty, "Oh, hey." He frowned: "Don't worry, I will consider his influence... Maybe this is a good thing. The more people are involved, the harder it is to sort out the tangled threads. I will find a chance to talk to Dumbledore and make several more plans."

After separating from Snape, Felix used the telepathic mirror to contact Lupin who was hiding in the Sword Castle.

"I have a hunch that the Sword Castle will be attacked today, between six and eight o'clock in the evening. The things I left in the storage room can come in handy."

"Great." The other side said gently, "I have been planning to prepare a staff party. They have been very busy recently... By the way, how did you get the exact time? Did you use a crystal ball or tea?"

"Neither, I looked at the phase of the moon." Felix joked.

"Oh, actually you can ask me directly," Lupin said happily, "I think I have more say, after all, it's only been a few days since the full moon."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"I can barely bear it. The potion prepared by Severus is more effective than the ones on the market. Of course, it tastes more bitter. I'm worried that I will suffer from sweet tooth one day."

"At least I know what to give you next Christmas." Felix said optimistically: "I will also keep an eye on the map, and I will be there as soon as possible if an attack occurs, so be careful and focus on saving your life."

"What about school?" the other side asked in surprise.

"The best outcome is to create a time difference, and no matter what, I have to show up in the company."

Felix was about to put away the voice mirror, and Lupin's hesitant voice came from the mirror, "... Felix, do you know Fenrir?"

"The infamous werewolf?" Felix said casually, "No. What happened to him?"

"Dead. On the third day after being detained by the Ministry of Magic, the Ministry had not yet figured out how to deal with his amnesia, and he turned into pus with a 'poof'. It is said that the smell in the interrogation room was simply unbearable to smell."

"Don't describe it anymore." Felix said with a dark face. He bet that he heard a chuckle from the other side.

"Well, Professor Hepp, Moon Face says hello to you. And thank you."

In the evening, the sun gradually sank over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the sky darkened. After dinner, Wiggy Tekros gave tutorials on Apparition and Apparition in the auditorium as usual. There were less than thirty students who had not yet reached the standard.

"Umbridge and Avery are not here again?" Twycross asked gloomily. He was in a bad mood.

Although Professor Tofty was nominally the captain of the team, he was old and only showed up at the beginning. After that, the most experienced Vicky Twycross was in charge these days.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Twycross," a young man hurried over, and Avery said apologetically, "I'm late."

Vicky Twycross nodded stiffly. He waited for a few more minutes, but Umbridge still didn't show up. He was annoyed and decided to highlight her dereliction of duty in his report when he returned. "Let's continue with the class," he announced.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry was doing his homework in a scattered manner. The professors didn't care about Valentine's Day, so their homework not only did not decrease, but increased with the start of the new semester.

He pressed the Marauder's Map under the parchment and stared at it from time to time.

Suddenly, he stood up with a bang, and his knee hit the table leg with a loud noise. Ron, Hermione, and even Neville, Seamus, and Dean, who were several tables away, were all startled, and the others in the common room also looked over.

Harry held back his tears and stared at the Marauder's Map. The dot belonging to Umbridge was moving quickly, heading towards the headmaster's office, and

there was no one in the office at the moment.