"Professor, how are you-"

"I'm fine." Felix got up from the ground, and Harry hurriedly found him a chair to sit down. He closed his eyes and gasped slightly. The three of them looked at Felix worriedly. The professor seemed to have recovered from the terrible state before, but he did not recover very thoroughly - his face, neck, hands... from time to time would transform into dense magic texts, and then the next second would turn into complete skin, repeating the process.

"I'm not familiar with this state. In order to avoid scaring people, I won't go out... You go to Principal Dumbledore and tell him what happened."

Felix opened his eyes, Harry, Ron and Hermione were startled. The professor's light blue pupils were replaced by countless magical texts, and two shrinking magical text balls were installed in his eyes. When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and his body began to flash again.

The three of them looked at each other.

"It's obvious that the professor needs time to master new powers, and someone must stay here during this time," Hermione said.

"I'll go, you and Ron are here," Harry decided after a brief pause, "You're all injured-"

"It seems like you are not you who have been hit by several people who have been imprisoned." Ron grinned.

Harry replied with a smile. "At least my legs are still good, and-" he hesitated for a moment and said with no certainty: "Actually, afterwards, I felt that Voldemort's spell had not had such a big impact on me, just like... it seemed like my body was gradually adapting to the damage caused by the Heart-Drilling Spell..."

Ron and Hermione stared at him suspiciously.

Ron said uneasyly: "Harry, you'd better look for Mrs. Pomfrey. I heard that taking multiple drills of the heart can cause serious side effects-"

"You think I'm crazy?" Harry stared, and Ron moved away his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "At least it's not a problem to confirm."

"It may be - uh - the effect of the protective magic in Harry's blood," Hermione said cautiously, "Let's stop guessing, to be honest, I'm a little nervous about Principal Dumbledore not here." She glanced carefully at Felix, holding her pocket with her hand, where the ring he gave her was placed.

The professor's previous excuse was that the ring contained some contraband. In order to beware of the Ministry of Magic's inspection, he temporarily gave it to her for safekeeping. She didn't think much about it, but now after getting out of danger, she began to think about whether it was necessary to do this level if it was just a general cooperation in the investigation?

Harry nodded and walked towards the door. Hermione called him as he was about to lift the curtain of the tent.

"Wait, Harry—"

Harry turned around and saw Hermione looking at him seriously.

"You know what to say?"

"I know—what—" Harry didn't understand what she meant for a moment.

"Time converter." Hermione reminded him.

Harry suddenly realized, yes, Hermione went back to the past and modified history... No, according to the information he has read recently, there are only two results in using the time converter:

Either fail—the user suffers backlash and poses a threat to the ‘time’ from the past to the present;

Either success—everything the user does when traveling through time will become a part of history, a kind of complement to history. It is like "destiny", but Hermione explained to him that the so-called destiny is actually because the user succeeds. Once he fails, it will cause extremely serious consequences like Aloise Mintab.

So what should he say? Harry thought about it seriously and soon found a solution. In fact, it is very simple. Just omit the process of Hermione using the converter. As for how the professor achieved "resurrection from the dead", he didn't know. Maybe it was a special magic that he shouldn't have known, right?

Harry suddenly remembered a detail. Little Crouch clearly recognized the time converter and wanted to expose the secret... So the professor chose to kill him as soon as possible? Harry was a little repulsive of killing, but immediately blamed himself for his weakness. This was a war. He warned himself, not to mention that Little Crouch had done so many bad things. Professor Moody asked the students to read out loudly in class and the deeds of Death Eaters and Aurors are vivid in his mind...

He had never realized that war was so close to him. Harry suddenly became sentimental, and he had to wait another month before he would celebrate his fifteenth birthday.

The night sky is full of stars. On his left is the dark maze castle, standing silently in the darkness, and on the right is the high arc-shaped stand. He squinted his eyes and there were figures walking around everywhere on the ground.

He saw two large, burly men, who were several rounds larger than the others, as if they had cast an expansion spell. They must be Hagrid and Maxim, not far from them, Harry saw a tall and thin outline, with a translucent silver beard floating casually in the cool breeze of the night... It was Dumbledore, Harry's heart quickly calmed down, and he dragged his tired steps and moved over step by step.

"The forbidden forests around me have been searched, and no clues have been found!" Haeger waved his arm irritably, "I ask the man to help find it, but there is no news yet..."

"You heard it too, Connelly, the specific situation is unknown... I'm afraid we can only wait with peace of mind." Dumbledore said calmly.

"How can you make me feel at ease, Dumbledore?" Fudge shouted, "The three Warriors who just won the championship have disappeared collectively, and they still have no idea what to write about tomorrow's press conference?"

"Connelly, it doesn't matter how the reporter writes. What's important is the meaning behind this matter-"

"What's the point?" Fudge asked immediately.

"Isn't this obvious enough?" An angry voice roared against Forge's ears. Forge was startled. He turned around. Moody was standing next to him at some point, leaning on his heavy body on his crutch, and the demonic eye stared straight at him.

"Sorry, I can't see it." Fudge said coldly, while glancing at the Auror behind him with dissatisfaction. They were obviously dereliction of duty.

"Think about why I was treated as a puppet? Who threw Harry Potter and his two friends' names into the Goblet of Fire?" Moody said in a rough voice, and the crutch hit the ground "tick" and made a loud thump.

"You said Batty Crouch, Jr.?" Fudge frowned, "but he had already escaped. One-third of the Aurors tracked him everywhere, except tonight..."

"So you think the matter is over? Crouch and the forces behind him went through a lot of trouble to take Harry out of school, and gave up so easily? Can't you be alert to what happened today?"

Moody spat hard on the ground, and Fauci blushed.

"Alastor makes sense, Connelly, you cannot turn a blind eye to the approaching danger, I can almost conclude that we are in a huge conspiracy," Dumbledore said softly.

"Conspiracy?" Foggy repeated the word, Harry stood behind the crowd, the moon was not bright tonight, and Foggy's face was shrouded in a large shadow, which made him look far less amiable than Harry saw in the Break Cauldron Bar during his second grade summer vacation - even though they were discussing Harry's illegal blow to his aunt.

"I know what you are going to say, and it's the old saying again... I told you at the dinner that I have sent an elite squad, and everything is based on their investigation results." Fudge said impatiently, "If you have to talk about a conspiracy, I want to ask, where is that Felix Hepp? You keep evasive, Dumbledore..."

"I think," Dumbledore said calmly, "Felix may have a special sense of the whereabouts of Porter, Weasley and Granger. He is good at making various gadgets and can often play a huge role at critical moments... For example, the amulet he gave me at Christmas helped me a lot."

"I don't have time to listen to your sluts-"

"I'm just an example," Dumbledore said gently, "instead, I'm equally curious - there seems to be one less guard coming out of the maze castle? Where did he go?"

Fudge turned his head and looked at the two Aurors behind him, one of whom nodded to him and said softly: "Yaxley is gone."

"This doesn't mean anything," Fudge said immediately, "maybe he found something abnormal... and added him to the search list." He said to the Auror. Auror nodded and turned away.

"The Yaxley you are looking for is a Death Eater!" Harry couldn't help it anymore, and he stood behind and shouted loudly.

The person in front was startled, and Jacqueline, the one closest to Harry, one of the warriors of Busbaton, jumped up in fear. She was watching the fun with Mrs. Maxim. At this moment, her eyes widened and looked at Harry, who was dark and covered in dust, and she retreated repeatedly.

The crowd of onlookers was in a state of turmoil. "Harry is back!" A voice shouted, "He is back alive!" The news spread at a dumbfounded speed, and people kept approaching, and footsteps rushed towards him from all directions.

People raised their wands to see more clearly. The dense light spots made Harry dizzy, breathing and screaming came one after another. He heard Mrs. Weasley's unique voice and Hager's excited roar.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of powerful arms grabbed him, and Harry tried to open his eyes wide, it was Dumbledore.

"You're all back?" he asked quickly.

"Yes." Harry said, and Yu Guangzhong saw Sirius and Lupin trying to squeeze in.

"So, did Felix succeed?" he continued to confirm in a low voice.

"Is it-what?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in shock. He blinked mischievously, silently comparing the mouth: the time converter.

Harry was so shocked that he couldn't speak. But Dumbledore seemed to read the answer from his expression, his voice regained his calmness and calmness, and asked at a normal volume: "Did you see Voldemort?" The people around him were startled by the question. They stopped squeezing forward and looked at Dumbledore and Harry intently.

Harry found that Fudge's eyes were as big as a cow.

"Yes! Principal Dumbledore, we met Voldemort, who had been resurrected a few months ago! It was him planning tonight's plot, and—" Harry suddenly remembered something, "Yaxley! It was him who modified the door key trophy's destination!"

The people who came over were once again disturbed and the impact was even greater, and hundreds of people around him took a breath at the same time.

"Are you sure?" Fudge rushed over like a bull, grabbed Harry's collar and spitted everywhere. "Are you sure? Where is Hepp? Where is Felix Hepp? What did he do?"

"He saved us!" Harry said loudly in annoyance.

"Everyone is alive, too?" Fuji asked with a heavy breath in his nostrils.

Harry suddenly didn't want to answer Fudge's question, but he saw the Weasleys and the Grangers in the crowd, their eyes flashing with fear and hope. So he shouted: "That's right! Ron and Hermione are alive, they are all fine! I don't know if he died in the aftermath of the battle except the Death Eater."

Mrs. Granger screamed and fainted. Mrs. Weasley was slightly better, just sobbing loudly, and their relatives were softly comforting.

"Please come over," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, and he grabbed Harry's shoulder, and Fudge's hand loosened like an electric shock. "There are some people here that need treatment. Minerva, take care of the Grangers."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

At this time, Hagrid squeezed in, Sirius and Lupin followed behind him, and followed the huge gap that Hagrid walked through to Harry.

"You were injured? Harry, are you injured?" Sirius wanted to see something from Harry, but Harry was dirty, as if he had been rolling in the soil for half an hour. He could not see anything.

"Nothing is wrong," Harry whispered, "just a few snails..."

"Hiss! That's a trance!" Sirius shouted, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" He stared at Harry and lost his temper, but Harry felt warm in his heart, and then Sirius tried to pick him up.

"I'll do it." Hagrid said sternly, as he held Harry in his arms like a baby.

"No, wait," Harry struggled desperately in Haeger's arms, "President Dumbledore, Professor Haip and Ron, Hermione is still in the temporary tent, Professor Haip...he, well...he is dealing with the injury and not wanting to be disturbed by others..."

"I get it," said Dumbledore, "I will build another temporary tent next to it."

Hagrid, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore and others walked towards the temporary tent, and the crowd followed silently, and they all wanted to get a certain result...Foggy stayed in place, with his expression hesitant.

At this time, the Auror who had just left came back and whispered to Fuji. Fuji widened his eyes in surprise, and his mouth opened and closed several times.

"Wait, Dumbledore!" he shouted.

"Foggy," Dumbledore showed impatience for the first time tonight, "you also see their status - they need to be treated, not cross-examination from the Ministry of Magic. If you want to get the truth about the matter, stay tonight and let's listen together tomorrow morning-"

"No, Dumbledore, you'd better hear this," Fudge's expression seemed both confused and relaxed, pointing at the Auror, "speak the news you've got again."
Chapter completed!