Fudge was embarrassed.

His expression was quite wonderful, it was the feeling of being hit by a club when he was happy and proud. Fudge wiped the sweat that kept coming out and stammered, "It's really wonderful."

Felix said sincerely, "Now that the matter is over, the Auror team stationed in Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic..."

"Ah, you said this, of course they have to withdraw, the Ministry of Magic is seriously short of manpower now..." Fudge agreed immediately: "You know, hosting two large-scale events in a row."

Felix put away the magic with satisfaction and hid the Dementors that he had intercepted from under the noses of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in the interlayer of the ring. He used the ring to hold blackroot last year, which was one of the gains from his and Belby's adventure in the Forbidden Forest.

As for the number of Dementors, there are not many, only a dozen, after all, acting still costs some money.

Afterwards, Felix and Fudge chatted for a while. Fudge flattered and even flattered him by promising to give him the best tickets for the Quidditch World Cup this summer. Although he didn't really need them, Felix still accepted them with a smile.

"This is indeed a mistake in our work. No, it's someone else's mistake," Fudge glanced at the unconscious Umbridge with disgust. "We will minimize the loss. Please rest assured..."

When he said this, Umbridge's body trembled.

It turned out that she was pretending to be unconscious. Felix thought, it seems that he really left a huge psychological shadow on this senior official of the Ministry of Magic. She would rather lie on the ground than face him. It's hard to say, maybe she doesn't want to face this cruel reality...

Fudge hurriedly left with his men. He still had to clean up the mess. He was so high-profile that he even arranged for reporters to come. However, according to his plan, the front-page photo should be him escorting Sirius Black out of Hogwarts, majestically announcing that no soil would be left for evil to survive, but an accident happened halfway through the play, and then it was like a wild horse running away in a completely unpredictable direction.

Umbridge was lying on a deformed stretcher and was floated away, with Peter Pettigrew's body next to her. She was heartbroken at the moment, and she was estimated to be put into cold storage after returning. She didn't know when she could regain Fudge's trust.

When they arrived at the main entrance of Hogwarts, Fudge signaled one of his men to go out in advance. The unfortunate Auror walked out of the school gate expressionlessly. Facing a dazzling flash of light, he quickly covered his face and waved his other hand, "Don't take pictures! Don't take pictures!"

After a few minutes, Fudge carefully revealed half of his face. After confirming that all the reporters had been driven away, he quickly led his men away.

Unlike the Ministry of Magic's embarrassing departure, the scene at Hogwarts was the exact opposite. The students cheered and raised their wands, and sparkling sparks shot out from the tips of their wands. Red, green, yellow, blue... It looked like a grand fireworks show.

Hermione appeared quietly, made a smooth gesture to Felix, and followed the students to jump around a few times, pretending that she had always been there.

At this time, several people on the bridge also came over. Harry supported Sirius, and Lupin dragged Severus behind.

"Harry! Your Patronus is amazing!"

Quidditch captain Oliver Wood grabbed Harry over, but before he could react, he found himself lifted up to the shoulders of the crowd, and they cheered and threw Harry into the air. "We won! We won!" The crowd shouted excitedly, one wave higher than the other. When Harry was thrown to the highest point, he turned his head to look to the side. Sirius smiled at him. Harry felt something stirring in his chest. It was a happy enough emotion. He drew out his wand, and the silver stag patronus flew out from the tip of the wand again, jumping continuously in the air.

A few brave students tried to pull Felix over. If he didn't stop them, they would dare to throw Professor Hep into the sky with him. However, this did not happen. When Professor Hep stared at them with calm eyes, these students retreated awkwardly and turned to look for Harry.

Later, Dumbledore came back. In the headmaster's office, he listened to everything patiently and said with a smile, "It seems that I missed a very exciting scene." He looked at Sirius and said happily, "I will go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow to discuss with Fudge about pardoning you."

Professor McGonagall said, "The Ministry of Magic will definitely compromise. Too many people heard what Peter Pettigrew said before he died."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "I agree with your point of view, Minerva, but I also know how soft-hearted Fudge is." He paused slightly and skipped the topic, "Did Peter Pettigrew really mention that Voldemort was coming back? It seems that he did a lot of things during the months he disappeared."

Felix reminded, "He also found a helper for Voldemort, and we know nothing about the identity of this person."

Dumbledore said gently, "You are right. Voldemort has been lingering in the Albanian forest before... But it won't be long, if nothing unexpected happens, he will appear in the open."

"Albanian forest?"

"According to my sources, he is hiding deep in the forest, possessing various small animals," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "Perhaps Peter Pettigrew has obtained the help of his little friends."

Felix knew what the headmaster meant. He was referring to mice. Peter Pettigrew could communicate with mice.

"But Albus," Professor McGonagall said in astonishment, "If he has been there all the time, why..."

"Because we can't do anything to him. He is worse than a ghost, like an ethereal shadow. Believe me, Minerva, that feeling must be very painful." Dumbledore said.

Coming out of the headmaster's office, Sirius found Felix. His expression was quite complicated: "I know you are very knowledgeable about old things..."

"Why," Felix looked at him and joked, "You want to sell some of the Black family's collections?"

Sirius curled his lips, "I'll give you any one you like for free. Don't interrupt, Kreacher told me something about Voldemort and my...brother."

"Your brother?"

"Regulus Arcturus Black, he is different from what I think. In short, he stole something from Voldemort and sacrificed himself for it. I think it must be very important to Voldemort."

Felix's expression became serious: "What is it?"

"A gold pendant box, dirty, with a little snake on it. If Kreacher hadn't confessed, I wouldn't care. There are too many similar things at home..." Sirius described its appearance carefully.

He continued, "But I studied it for a long time before I realized that it is really unusual. Kreacher couldn't destroy it, and neither could I. Even if I used the most powerful magic, I could only barely cut a small hole in it, and it recovered on its own not long after."

Felix paused. Difficult to destroy, self-repairing, these are all characteristics of Horcruxes!

The book "Advanced Dark Magic Revealed" that he read at the Black House has a very detailed introduction to the production method and characteristics of Horcruxes. In addition to being difficult to destroy and able to resist most spells, it also has a strong ability to repair itself with magic. If you can't find the right method, it's useless even if you tear the Horcrux into pieces, smash it, and grind it into powder.

The known methods to destroy Horcruxes are the Fiendish Fire Curse or the flushing of massive magic power, but those are the means that only wizards at the level of the Big Four can use.

"We'll go now!" Felix said decisively.

They turned a corridor and saw Harry at the corner. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Harry!" Sirius said, "Why are you here alone? Aren't you celebrating with your friends?"

Harry hesitated and said, "It's not much to celebrate. I went to see Ron. He's fine, except that the Scabbers thing made him a little sick... When I came back, I heard that you were in the principal's office, so I came to see you. How are your injuries?"

"Nothing serious, you see, they are all minor injuries." Sirius kicked his legs exaggeratedly.

Harry smiled and said expectantly, "Do you have time now? Will you stay at Hogwarts tonight? I can give up my bed."

Sirius looked at him hesitantly, and Felix said sympathetically, "Harry can come with us. Just send him back before lights out."

Harry looked at them in confusion. Leaving school so late? Where are they going?

When he saw the flames in the fireplace in the professor's office, he suddenly came to his senses: "Floo powder? I've seen it at Ron's house and used it..."

He remembered his unpleasant experiences of using Floo powder to travel. He hated the feeling of turning around in the stove and getting dizzy, but he had to admit that compared to Apparition, Floo powder was already a very comfortable way to travel.

"Don't worry, Harry." Sirius said, "Hold your breath and remember, Grimmauld Place 12."

Harry grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it in the fireplace. The fire suddenly jumped up and the color turned green. He held his breath and read out, "Grimmauld Place 12." His figure disappeared.

In the office, Sirius didn't move.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Felix asked.

"I actually want to ask you for a favor." Sirius took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly. "I want to bring Regulus back."

"Regulus? You said before..." Felix came to his senses: "He didn't take the locket from Voldemort, but in a secret place?"

Sirius nodded, "I've been there, but I couldn't even get in the door."