Harry Potter: A Certain Ancient Rune Professor of Hogwarts (TL) Chapter 471

“Yeah, I know it sounds stupid,” Hermione sighed, “but Mum asks to send back at least two letters a month, so it’s hard for to co up with a proper excuse, and this is not your divination class assignnt- ”

“How co I didn’t know about this? You’ve never borrowed Harry’s Hedwig or my pig.” Ron asked.

“Because I used the school’s communal owl – don’t interrupt!” Hermione stopped at the common room door, “Well – you know, we’re both less famous than Harry’s pinky – and I easily found the newsletter that only ntioned Harry’s na and sent it ho.”

Harry’s face suddenly flushed with embarrassnt.

Ron glared at her and said resentfully, “Thanks for the reminder, your analogy was great.”

“The problem is, I don’t know what to do now.” Hermione said helplessly, “Maybe ask Professor McGonagall to cancel-”

“Don’t!” Harry said busily, “You’d better be honest with them, I don’t think they’d want to miss such a important event in your life.”

Ron agreed with Harry. “Think about it, if they find out that their daughter participated in a dangerous event with an extrely high mortality rate next year from the Flourish & Blotts bookshop clerk … they’ll absolutely hunt you down to the ends of the earth, or at least they’ll send a Howler.”

“Oh, they won’t.” Hermione said in a relaxed tone, “At best they will threaten that they will never help straighten my teeth in my life.”

In the portrait at the door, Violet, who had co over as a guest, whispered in the fat lady’s ear, “Do Gryffindors always talk like that?”

“I’m just a portrait.” The Fat Lady said with a shrug.

“Banana fried dough.” Hermione’s face flushed slightly, “The password is banana fried dough.”

“My favourite.” The Fat Lady said with a smile as the portrait moved away in front of them, and as they walked inside they could still hear the Fat Lady talking to her best friend, “Gryffindor students are quite nice, except being a bit of a sideshow …”

As they entered the common room, Ron said disgruntled, “Is she talking about herself? You guys should really ask how she sings opera like nobody’s business, er, better not – she wrote about in opera too.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Ron had sneaked into classroom seven to get an invitation card for the reserve champion spot, sothing that the Fat Lady had written into her new opera.

Fred and George had comnted on the song afterward, as they stated that the Fat Lady had the literary tendency to exaggerate the truth – if the main character hadn’t been their brother, they would have thought it was an adventure during King Arthur’s youth.

Sitting in her chair, Hermione flipped out of her textbook, but she couldn’t focus a bit. Before lights out, she finally made the decision, “You guys are right, I’ll write ho tomorrow.”

…

Felix flipped through the newspaper of the day, today’s front-page headline being ” Trouble! The Minister of Magic is in the Swirl of Public Opinion”.

“The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, continues to dominate public attention since the bribery scandal broke earlier this month. It’s an open secret that Fudge circles around several pureblood families, and he has more than once flaunted his personal friendships with those ancient families, as he relied on their elaborate network of connections and influence to secure his authority.

Fudge has repeatedly reaffird that he does not use his power for personal gain.

‘I did receive so generous donations, and they were used for wonderful causes! I can show you all the proofs, you have no idea how much effort I had put into the Quidditch World Cup and the Tournant of Champions!’

But when the reporter asked what he had done, excluding the contributions of the forr Head of the Departnt of International Magical Cooperation, Mr. Barty Crouch Sr., and the Head of the Departnt of Magical Gas and Sports, Mr. Ludo Bagman, Minister Fudge dodged the question.

Five months after the appearance of the Dark Mark, the Ministry of Magic has not produced much convincing evidence other than a wanted notice for a man who is already dead plastered all over Diagon Alley and Hogsade, which begs the question, is our Minister really fit to be in that position? Is he half as capable as he boasts?

The reporter then interviewed several people, whose opinions seed to represent a certain trend.

Xenophilius Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler magazine, declared that our minister possessed a secret army made up entirely of black leopards – they are said to be a fla sprite, behemoths covered in a fire that can burn everything to the ground. An army that would play an important role in critical monts, and of course it doesn’t rule out the possibility of him using them to deal with his rivals in secret.

Professor Griselda Marchbanks, head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, said that Fudge was acting like Dumbledore’s tail during his first years in office, ‘and of course, he totally went to the Purebloods side once his authority was firmly established.’

Tiberius Ogden, the Wizengamot mber, doesn’t seem to have a high opinion about Cornelius Fudge either. He was more than happily called minister ”Lucky Fudge” on the grounds that the man with the highest popularity to take over as Minister of Magic at the ti had a scandal about his family being Death Eaters suddenly break out. But when this combined with Mr. Lovegood’s testimony, perhaps Fudge does seem to have more than one secret army.

Also, the imprisonnt of the forr head of the Departnt of International Magical Cooperation looks extrely suspicious; reporters found out that he was initially sentenced to a lifeti in prison, and no one knows if this was a crackdown on his political enemies, but a few days ago Wizengamot secretly arraigned Barty Crouch Sr. and changed the sentence to three years for using his power for personal gain and abuse of public authority.”

…

“What a load of bollocks!” Fudge said angrily in his office, gritting his teeth as he read out the nas above, “Lovegood, Marchbanks, and Ogden, very good …”

“Minister,” Umbridge said in a mushy tone, squinting her flabby eyes, “the words of these clowns will not budge you at all, they have no proof!” She said with a smirk, “On the contrary, you can hold them accountable.”

“What can I do? The mouth is on them-” Fudge’s expression was hesitant.

“Wouldn’t it be easy to pick on them, especially Marchbanks and Ogden, who both work in the Ministry of Magic, if we just slightly-” Umbridge suddenly shut up, her wide, toad-like pie face turned toward the door, as she said in a soft voice “Yaxley? You seem like a different person after returning from leave, you should have knocked first.”

“I’m sorry, Minister.” Yaxley said, without a trace of apology on his face, “I was in a hurry to deliver a docunt, a list of escorts for the third task of the tournant, which Scrimgeour and Ms. Bones have already signed, it’s just short of yours.” He slowly walked up and placed the docunt in his hand on the table, his eyes glanced at the silent pair.

Slowly withdrawing his arm, he stood up straight and said, “You know, I happened to overhear your conversation.”

Fudge’s eyes went wide.

“I’m your man, Minister,” Yaxley said imdiately and soothingly.

“You’re my man?” Fudge repeated, staring across the table with probing eyes as he pulled out his quill and signed the docunt without looking at it. “Dolores has a point; you seem to have changed for good; normally you wouldn’t say such things.”

Yaxley shrugged. “The situation is changed, Minister. I stood neutral before, but … I thought about it quite a bit during the two days I was on leave, and I think it’s ti to make a choice.”

“You are doing this because of Felix Hap–”

“More than that, Minister,” Yaxley said, “more than just because of him. This isn’t personal, it’s a confrontation between two different camps – purebloods and non-purebloods – and I sll a showdown ahead, and Hap is playing the role of a vicious pawn, and if nothing is done, maybe we’ll all disappear in a matter of years.” He beca exceptionally talkative today, “as one of the twenty-eight pureblood families, although the Yaxley family fallen, but the heritage of pureblood is never about wealth, it is all about the ancient magic contract … to this day, the Yaxley family receives an annual distribution, although the amount is few, but I can walk through the door of any pureblood family with that contract.”

“Wait! The Gringotts should count as one, right?” Fudge said slowly, “I’ve read so information that at the ti when we were fighting the goblins most intensely, both sides lost a lot of money, so so families brought the peace talk, from which the goblins also gained a special status.”

Yaxley smiled and did not speak.

“Which families stand behind you?” Fudge asked, suddenly interested, because of the previous explosions, a third of the families close to him had left him, and his insecurity reached its peak when he lost the support of these people.

“It doesn’t matter.” Yaxley said mysteriously, but now Fudge didn’t dare to underestimate him. The nas of one family after another flashed through Fudge’s mind, especially the few with the most aggressive attitudes toward muggles, who, despite their heavy losses in the last war, would still be considered a powerful force when united.

“Who are you targeting?” Fudge asked.

Yaxley’s expression was sowhat startled. “Co on,” Fudge said impatiently, “don’t claim you don’t have conditions.”

Yaxley broke into a smile.

“Honourable Minister Fudge, have you ever played wizard chess?” He said softly, “The most annoying piece on the board is the pawn that touches the opponent’s border; it will rise to beco a knight, a bishop, a rook, or even … a rampaging queen.”

“No!” Fudge shouted, “You don’t know how offensive he is, and Dumbledore surely will defend him–”

“Then use the most justifiable reason,” Yaxley said, looking at Fudge, “Don’t forget, Minister, you represent the order of the British wizarding community, and even Dumbledore will be at your rcy if the reason is good enough.”

“Justifiable reason.” Fudge pondered and handed him the signed docunt.

…

“Still need to find a good reason to get Fudge out of office.” Felix sighed and put away the paper. He knew very well that the previous approach could at best disgust Fudge and make his public rating even lower, while ‘Future World’ company could use this opportunity to get out of trouble.

But if he wanted to let Fudge step down in a short ti, he would not be able to do so unless Voldemort had a party at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic. Or he kills him in his ho.

But if he really did it, Dumbledore would be the first one who would stand against him. Everything he has now will all beco invalid, the professorship, the Order of rlin, the mbership of the Wizengamot, the ‘Future World’ company, and the people he knows …

“What’s the best way to get rid of him once and for all?” Felix pondered, he and Fudge shared a surprisingly common sentint, both afraid that hitting the tiger would harm them back.

At that mont, there is a knock on the door. “Co in.” Felix said as the door opened and a furry head poked out from outside.

“Hi, Professor,” Hermione flashed in.

“You want to borrow Mr. Nicolas Flal’s data on ti-turner?” After hearing Hermione explain her reason for coming, Felix asked with interest, “Why?”

“Oh, uh–” Hermione looked at him hesitantly.

Felix smirked and let several plates of fruit preserves fly out of the far cupboard and land on the small table, “Have you made up your reason?”

Hermione sat down on the couch in a very deflated manner.

“It’s like this, the ti-turner that Valen gave for Christmas – the one that’s broken – might … probably … have a chance of being fixed, and I want to get it operational and try it out.”

Felix looked at her in surprise.

“So, you found the ti energy?”

“Ti energy? What’s that?” Hermione’s eyes widened and her heart leaped with excitent; she certainly would hear a new term every ti she ca to the professor’s place.

“I nad it myself,” Felix said, “Well, Mr. Nicolas Flal’s notes inspired , to be exact.” He paraphrased.

“The Ti-Turner carries unique energy hidden in each grain of sand in the hourglass, the ti-turner just serves as the most sophisticated container for it. This is the conclusion ‘I’ ca up with after repeatedly disassembling and attempting to repair it. Unfortunately, I have no way to verify it, perhaps the answer to the question will be found in the Departnt of Mysteries at the British Ministry of Magic …”

“Wait! The Departnt of Mysteries?” Hermione exclaid in surprise, “I’ve heard that na before, at … the Quidditch World Cup camp, Mr. Weasley ntioned those who work there known as Unspeakables.”

Felix nodded approvingly.

“So the ti energy is stored in the Departnt of Mysteries?” Hermione asked.

“I’m not sure, Miss Granger.” Felix said, “The Departnt of Mysteries is the most secretive departnt in the entire Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Nicolas Flal had spent quite a bit of ti – probably longer than a normal person’s lifeti – searching for the secrets of ti. But he was missing the most crucial thing of all, and that is ti itself.”

Hermione felt herself enveloped in a solemn atmosphere, and her voice couldn’t help but soften, “I used to ti travel many tis, in the third grade.”

“The maximum ti one can travel back without incurring serious damage to both the traveller and ti itself is five hours, which requires the use of a magic charm known as the ‘Hour-Reversal Charm’ – this is the information Mr. Nicolas Flal obtained, but both him or personally, have serious doubts about their claim, because it implies a stable technology for manufacturing ti-turner. While plenty of facts prove that the total number of ti-turner is getting fewer and fewer …”

“Then why do they still-”

“Distribute it to students?” Felix asked with a smile.

Hermione nodded lightly.

“I guess it’s probably because it has little use for them, and they need the data from the students who used the ti-turner to do minimal research with it.” He stood up and walked into the inner room, before exiting a mont later. Felix held a copy of a scroll-like journal in his hand, “These are so of the cases Nicolas had collected, trying to change ti in a wild way can backfire, and once the energy that protects you is gone, the results are often not that pretty.”

“Eloise Mintumble used the ti-turner to go back five centuries before her era, in the middle of which a serious error occurred. It was only when the energy in the turner was depleted that she was ejected from ti. But her body suffered severe damage, and she died not long afterward in St. Mungo’s. This was not the first experint conducted by the Ministry of Magic, but it was the last, and since then all related experints have been discontinued.”

“She was from the Ministry of Magic?” Hermione asked pointedly.

“The Unspeakable, I guess.” Felix said, “In addition to the effects on herself, the disruption of ti spread to the outside world, and she severely altered the course of so people’s lives, turning them into people who were never born. Also – in the next few days after she was ejected, the first Tuesday lasted for two and a half days, while Thursday lasted only four hours … The Ministry of Magic had to fool the world with an asteroid that never existed in history and they paid a huge price to do that. ”

Hermione’s expression is one of astonishnt. “I read in a book that a rare celestial phenonon occurred at the end of the nineteenth century, which not only caused a polar day with subsequent heavy rainstorms, it also induced a large number of people to have a brief misalignnt of their sense of ti and malfunction of their appliances …”

Felix shrugged, “Fortunately, technology wasn’t really advanced in those days, and it was rainy … I suspect that the Ministry of Magic was responsible for that rain too.”

Hermione felt that her perception sowhat turned upside down.

“So, why do you think you have the possibility of repairing the ti-turner?”

“Harry possessed an hourglass obtained from Valen, which ca from the altar where the Herpo the Foul hid his Horcruxes …”

“Valen?”

At that mont, Valen ca out of the bedroom, and heard soone call her, so she looked up quizzically, “Kee?”

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