Felix woke up from the bed the next morning, looking energetic and without any fatigue. The side effects of the potion seemed to be neutralized by the mutant changes in his body. He stared at the gray ceiling, and in his ears were the unconscious smacking of Valen lying on the cradle bed.

Felix grinned, got up from the bed, stretched.

"Bang!"

The metal alarm clock on the cabinet suddenly exploded. Felix looked down at the broken parts, frowned, and waved his hand to restore the alarm clock.

"It will take a while to get used to it." He thought about it and said to the sleepy Valen, "It's okay, you can sleep for a while." He said that and walked out of the bedroom.

Valen waved to him sleepily, turned over the comfortable and soft velvet, and continued to sleep. Last night, in order to wait for the Great Demon to come back, it was another day to stay up late.

Outside the office window, you can see lush forbidden forests and continuous mountains. The sky is clear and clear, like a faint blue ink, and the breeze blew on your face itchy.

A yellow-brown owl flew towards him, holding a newspaper in his mouth, gathered his wings as he approached the windowsill and landed in front of him.

Felix opened the newspaper and Fudge's big face caught his eyes immediately, "It's indeed the level of the news award." Felix muttered, and the owl called him a few times, "Oh, oh." He handed it five Naths.

The owl flew away.

Throughout the day, he stayed in the office to exercise new power, and was surprised to find that his magic power had also increased considerably. He estimated that this situation might continue for a while.

In the afternoon, he took the time to go to the school hospital. As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard Mr. Weasley's voice. He pushed the door open and entered.

"…Foge locked himself in the office, no one saw him," said Mr. Weasley. "I guess he seemed to want to take advantage of the last moment to sit on the Magic Minister's chair..." Perhaps realizing that he was too mean, he shrugged and did not continue the topic. "Anyway, Foge did a serious business and appointed Ms. Bones to temporarily handle the affairs of the department before the 'leave'."

"Thank you, Arthur." Ms. Bones said with a tired look on her face.

There were many people in the room. In addition to Harry, Ron and Hermione lying on the hospital bed, Mr. Weasley talking, and Sirius, Lupin, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, there was also a strange woman in the ward, Amelia Bones.

"Can I come in?" Felix asked.

"Of course, Mr. Happ," said the woman, "there are many issues that cannot be avoided."

Felix looked her eyes with interest, picked up a chair beside the wall and sat down.

Ms. Borns said solemnly: "I am so blunt. The people in the ministry are now panic. The news brought back by the Aurors is frustrating. As soon as the newspaper comes out, panic spreads to the entire wizard group. We must stabilize the situation as soon as possible... Principal Dumbledore, I need your help."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "We cannot get distracted before the darkness appears."

"That's it." Ms. Borns agreed. She took out a document, put on a single piece of eyes, and then looked down at the contents on the document. "So, first of all, I must confirm whether the mysterious man is really back." Her two thick eyebrows were raised high, "It's not that I don't trust that I have heard your statement. In that case, I can still think of using the Weatherbus Ring to ask for help. It's amazing... But I must be 100% sure to firmly implement wartime policies."

"A very reasonable request." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Amelia, I think what you need most now is a decisive evidence?"

Ms. Bones nodded seriously.

Dumbledore looked at Felix.

"Okay, but beforehand, you can't see the whole picture..." Felix said, snapping his fingers and calling softly, "Doby."

Dobby, the house elf, appeared in the house.

"Great Mr. Hepp, what did Dobby see?" Dobby blinked and was frightened by a room of acquaintances, "Mr. Lupin, Mr. Harry Potter and his friends Wei Zi, Ms. Granger, Mr. Black, and Mr. Dumbledore!" He screamed.

"Hello, Dobby." Harry and Hermione greeted in a low voice.

"Doby," Ron couldn't help but say, Doby immediately looked at him with his shiny eyes, "Actually, the pronunciation of my name, I'll tell you later." He really didn't have the courage to discuss with Doby the difference between "Weasley" and "Weizai" in public.

"Okay, Dobby, I'll ask for their signatures for you later," said Felix. "Now, help me get something for you to keep."

"As for order!" Dobby said excitedly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Ms. Bones turned to look at Mr. Weasley, "Should we be wary of the little guy's magic? They are not restricted by anti-phantom shift at all."

"Oh, Ms. Bones, I think," Hermione said squealingly, holding the sheets nervously, "You shouldn't doubt Dobby, or the elves in the kitchen, who have been working hard."

"Yes, you're right," said Ms. Bones, looking down at Hermione for a while, "but we all know that the mysterious people have won a large number of pure blood families, and they are also not short of domestic elves' services."

Hermione stopped talking.

At this time, Felix took out a piece of parchment paper and a quill pen from the cabinet next to him and wrote and painted it on it, "Law, can you help sign an autograph?" Dumbledore agreed happily. Judging from the length of his signature, he should have written the full name.

Several people signed their names one after another. When the parchment was passed to Harry's hand, he stared at the handwriting on it: To the brave Dobby, he got the key evidence under Voldemort's nose. Below was a row of signatures.

Harry also signed his name.

After waiting for a few minutes, Dobi appeared again in the ward of the school hospital, with a large pocket behind her back.

"It's all here, Mr. Hayp."

Several people present looked at Felix picking in the bag curiously, took out a strange square thing, and began to press the button on it. Felix fiddled with it for a while and handed it to Ms. Bones, "You can get to that glowing place, yes, that's right..."

He actually only did two things, one was to avoid the camera with Hermione using the time converter screen, and the other was to adjust the playback progress until after he appeared, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why he watched for so long in advance... and it was not easy to expose Lucius's existence.

Ms. Bones did what he said. She first frowned at the poor quality of the camera, then opened her mouth wide. She looked quietly for a few minutes, then lowered the camera with a complicated look on her face.

"If I guess correctly, is this a Muggle item?" Ms. Bones asked in a low voice.

"Yes, you will find that there is no trace of magic on it, so that Voldemort and the Death Eaters can avoid the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters." Felix took the camera back, "You can find experts in this field to learn about it. Due to technical problems, the images captured by the camera cannot be modified, so it is very convincing."

"Then I can hold it," asked Ms. Bones tentatively.

"Oh, not for the time being." Felix refused without thinking, "Because you trust you, you have seen a lot of content that should not be revealed. If it were someone else, I would have to be on some precautions."

"But you said you could not modify it before," Ms. Bones asked in confusion.

"Ms., it is really impossible to modify, but it can be covered," Felix emphasized. "For example, if I cast a permanent curse on the handwriting on the wall, you can never modify it, but you can apply a new layer of pigment on the surface of the wall to cover the handwriting..."

"I understand, I will arrange for someone to verify." Ms. Bones said calmly without too much entanglement. In fact, the storm had already been rolled up in her heart and was resurrected from the dead... She fully understood why Felix did not want to disclose the complete image.

And this happened to be the illusion brought to her by Felix to cover up another secret with one secret, so let the time converter be sealed in history, after all, it has buried countless secrets.

"Well," Ms. Bones tried to reorganize the language, "The second thing, to confirm the news of the mysterious man's appearance, I think it's better to postpone it for a few days."

"Why? What's the difference between you doing this and Fudge?" Harry asked loudly.

"It's very different. At least the Ministry knows this, and I won't deliberately stop the spread of the news. It's just... formal recognition means that the war is coming. A few days later may make the other party feel lucky, which will buy us some time." Ms. Borns said calmly, "The Ministry is urgently publishing a wartime survival manual, and I need time to convince those who have weight, as I said before, to reach consensus... In addition," she hesitated, "I hope Connelly will come forward and announce this."

"That coward?" Sirius said dissatisfied.

Ms. Bones glanced at him sternly, "Attention to your words, Sirius, he is still the Minister of Magic."

"Okay, Amelia." Sirius said lazily.

Harry looked at his godfather in surprise, and he suddenly remembered Sirius's confession that he made her cry when he was in school. At this moment, Harry's eyes were strange.

Ms. Bones glared at him, but explained calmly: "Connelly...Foggy may not stay in office. I hope he will leave the last impression on the public to stand up and announce the return of the mysterious man, rather than stepping down in shame before the war and disappearing from now on."

"You're still going to keep him?" Sirius shouted, "Look at the bastards he's doing!"

Ms. Borns did not go to see him, and looked down at the documents.

"Putting aside personality flaws, Connelly is still very capable and is more than enough to be a consultant."

Sirius muttered dissatisfiedly, it sounded a bit like "women..."

Several ladies present glared at him at the same time, Sirius shrank his neck, "It's my fault, the impact is too big."

"Since you're talking about the consultant," Ms. Bones's finger slashed the document, "There's another important thing, Dumbledore, should you restart the Order of the Phoenix?"

The atmosphere in the ward became weird, and everyone looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "You are right, Amelia." He explained patiently: "You should know that after the war begins, Voldemort will crazily install spies to the Ministry of Magic. I must make sure there is a force of resistance independent of the Ministry of Magic."

"I think," Ms. Bones pursed her lips, "we should start working together."

"What's your thought?" Dumbledore looked at her curiously.

"The Ministry of Magic will not interfere with any actions of the Order of the Phoenix, but at least we should communicate information, which is good for both sides." Ms. Borns said fluently as if she had made a draft in advance: "And in the short term, someone must be a correspondent and stationed on the other side before the situation stabilizes."

"You mean...a two-way garrison? Exchange personnel with each other?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," said Ms. Bones, "I can't and won't command you, but at this critical time, being able to get in touch with the 'great white wizard' is the best way to stabilize people's hearts."

Harry, Ron and Hermione had wide eyes, and it was hard to imagine that this woman would make Dumbledore's reputation so openly.

"Before I came, I had asked the Aurors in the ministry, and the applicants were very enthusiastic," Ms. Bones showed a helpless expression. "If you agree, I will provide a list for you to choose."

"I have no objection." Dumbledore agreed.

"The candidate for you is," Ms. Bones asked with a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and looked up at someone.

Sirius was leisurely watching the show, crossing his legs, planning how to spend the summer vacation in his heart, until Dumbledore looked on him, he raised his head alertly.

"Principal Dumbledore, you don't want me to go to the Ministry of Magic, right?" He jumped up suddenly, "You promised me to be a professor of the Black Magic Defense Class for the new school year! I have been preparing for so long, fighting wits and courage with those naughty students at Muggle School..." He became more and more aggrieved as he spoke.

"This is only temporary," Dumbledore's smile appeared in the corner of his eyes. "You only need to stay for a month or two, and it will not affect your new school year's work."

"What about the others? Hagrid? Remus? And"

"They all have their own things," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, the principal is right, you are the most idle here." Felix couldn't help but finish the fight. When he thought of Sirius entering the Ministry of Magic, he felt a sense of joy inexplicably.

Sirius glared at him viciously, looked around and found that everyone was watching the show. Even his godson looked at him with anticipation. Sirius was so angry that his teeth itched.

"So hey, Amelia, I also want a consultant title, I can't compare... well... I can't compare Felix and Fudge!"

“…just temporary.”

Ms. Bones agreed reluctantly.

She also had a lot of opinions about Sirius, and this impression came from indelible memories when she was in school.
To be continued...