Harry shook his head blankly, never heard of it. He wanted to remind the professor that he was not Hermione.

"Then you know now," Felix said lightly, "Dumbledore used the resurrection stone as a medium to study the soul very deeply, and was able to actively integrate most of his magic into his soul." Just like Dumbledore he saw that night, illuminating Hogwarts Castle with his soul.

"Why did he do this?" Harry asked, swallowing his saliva, feeling that the magic in his cognition was completely different from what the professor said.

"Maybe it's for experimenting. I suspect it's not the first time he's going to the 'claw between life and death' you said." Felix said calmly: "Don't ask me, I can't come up with evidence, but in solving the problem of soul fragments in your body, Dumbledore and I have similar ideas, that is, to improve the success rate as much as possible, and it's best to be foolproof."

"Success rate?" Harry murmured with his head down.

"That's right." Felix said: "We have imagined some possibilities, such as resurrecting the blood that Voldemort ingested. Dumbledore believes that doing so will allow the protective talisman that belongs to Lily to you to appear on Voldemort. Well - the power of the talisman may be greatly enhanced by then. After all, your relationship is similar to half-brothers..."

"But this didn't happen, right?" Harry felt goose bumps in his heart and said quickly: "Voldemort used other people's blood to resurrect."

"Indeed, I think it's because we put too much pressure on him, and he can't wait." Felix nodded and said, "But even if this happens, it will bring more uncertainty. The connection between you is extremely close. If you add the shared protection spell, outsiders can't speculate... Harry, Dumbledore hopes you live and use the safest way he can think of."

Felix left Harry, who was lost, and he asked Mrs. Pomfrey that Harry was in good health and could be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon.

When Felix left the school hospital, he happened to meet his classmate who came to visit Harry. He called Neville to the side and no matter he borrowed the damaged glass, Neville was indeed carrying it with him. "Professor, is there any problem with it?" Neville asked in a low voice.

Felix looked at him, shook his head, and did not express his guess, but changed his reason: "The people of the International Wizards' Federation need evidence, I will take it first, if they don't need to return it to you."

In the crowd, Ron and Hermione showed worried expressions. There would be no problem with the spectator, right? Ron shook her eyes at Hermione and walked out of the team, "Oh, Professor Hayp, I have a problem..."

...

Felix was not in a hurry to leave the school and search for Grindelwald all over the world. In less than a week, the school year would end, and then he could free up his hands to see if he could get Grindelwald's whereabouts from some saints. He was not in a hurry to these days, and thought Grindelwald would not jump out immediately.

But things went against my expectations.

In the evening, Amelia Bones emerged in a hurry, bringing bad news: Grindelwald escaped from Newmont Gaardburg—a thing Felix knew of course—but the news in the German newspaper she was holding really surprised him.

A firebird suspected of being a patron saint, but covered with Grindelwald's iconic blue flame broke into the German Gringott Bank, burned through an underground vault before the fairy guards reacted, and then left in a swagger.

Felix stared at the scene where he was photographed by someone: the phoenix-like firebird broke free from the magic chains and held something in his mouth.

"That's--the wand?"

"The owner of the vault below has been found, and he was a saint, but he died decades ago. When Gringot and the local Auror asked his family, they didn't know the existence of the place, which meant that it was a secret vault. And that wand—"

"The first wand that Grindelwald had ever used?" Felix asked in a deep voice.

Before Grindelwald got the old wand, he certainly did not cast the spell with bare hands, but when he became famous and when the public duel in 1945, he always showed that he had always been the old wand, and no one knew where his wand went when he was a student.

"I think so too," Ms. Bones said with a tense face.
Chapter completed!