A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 605: Message Spread - (1)

Chapter 605: Message Spread

At the beginning of the holiday, Felix disappeared for a whole two weeks.

He only communicated with the outside world through owls, talking mirrors, and brief replies. Each letter ended with the phrase "Concentrating on research, please do not disturb," reducing his social activities by ninety percent. Even the clever ones who could sniff out clues kept quiet, including those waving Gringotts gold tickets, eager to invest in the 'Future World' company.

It's not that Felix never left his room; he often stayed in Classroom 7, accompanied by a certain bald individual.

He always believed that a good mood contributed to increased work efficiency.

So, during this time, he visited the Grand Canyon to see the Red River, went underwater to observe coral, and, of course, occasionally appeared at a friend's doorstep. Wizards were not in short supply, considering that in the UK alone, with a population of nearly sixty million, there were over twenty thousand wizards. While the exact numbers might have some variation, the overall population remained around two million.

However, when scattered across the world, they seemed relatively rare.

The wizarding world also had its share of famous attractions, such as the Female Ghost Forest, the Ghost Town, the Vampire Community, and other magical places, each with its peculiar rules, much like the black markets in different countries. If you wanted to spend a pleasant afternoon, you had to follow them.

For example, a certain vampire community open to outsiders required a "no teeth showing" rule. It was challenging for visiting wizard families to figure out if the vendor claiming to sell authentic "vampire delicacies" was indeed a vampire; Felix strongly suspected it was just an ordinary wizard in disguise.

"Blood Roses, each sip is rich!" A pale-faced wizard with acne enthusiastically shouted, his eyes lighting up when he saw Felix. "This sir has an excellent taste—any lady would not refuse—uh—"

He lowered his head, looking at Valen wearing a lady's hat, and began coughing violently.

"Let me ask you a question," Felix tapped a golden Galleon with his fingertip. "Do vampires get acne?"

"We do!" the vendor protested, "You can't discriminate against us. Although our constitution is a bit peculiar, but—"

Felix pointed to the vendor's exposed perfectly straight teeth, and the vendor quickly covered his mouth.

"All products are fifty percent off, plus a ticket to visit the Vampire Duke's Castle," the vendor looked around and leaned in, lowering his voice. "I heard this activity is popular among Muggles."

"...Deal."

Two minutes later, Felix and Valen each wore a vampire mask. They didn't dare try the allegedly "pure taste" Blood Roses, but they looked quite stylish as decorations.

They also wore a silver cross on their chests, with a vampire with fangs in agony attached—apparently a product recommended by the same vendor.

"It complements your masks perfectly!"

Compared to this, Voldemort's life seemed less fortunate—provided he was conscious enough to realize it. Apart from repeating nightmares every day and cooperating with various emotional tests, he occasionally attracted curious onlookers...

Unfortunately, Voldemort's will was far stronger than imagined. The research progress was slow, and the gains were meager. Felix had to be careful not to let him die—Dumbledore had gone to an international wizard conference, and Felix had to ensure Voldemort remained intact until his return.

Therefore, those 'destructive tests' couldn't be conducted.

In his recent letter, Felix urged Dumbledore to return as soon as possible. He brought up old matters, hoping to fill Voldemort's mind with a lot of repentant emotions. However, this came with a certain risk because they faced an unresolved issue: how to ensure that the soul fragment, once separated from Harry, wouldn't harm him?

After all, they had only two intact Horcruxes left—the Cup of Hufflepuff and Slytherin's Locket. Even if they found a solution, they only had two chances to get it right.

...

During Felix's isolation from the outside world, others were not idle.

Madam Bones and her strike teams were scattered everywhere by Mrs. Bones, launching a widespread 'anti-dark' operation. Due to a shortage of manpower, members of the Order of the Phoenix also joined in. They were experienced temporary external hires, with combat skills and experience superior to the new recruits hired by the Ministry in the last two years.

In addition to Death Eaters, Voldemort's spies, and dark wizards, some forgotten individuals were also affected by this operation.

In the northern part of England, where the terrain was rugged, there was a subtle movement.

Outside a cave, a thin wizard with skin and bones perked up his ears. He didn't dare move a muscle, and after a while of silence, he swallowed hard. Perhaps it was just a mouse. He rested his head on a worn sheepskin, his gaze vacant—

"Boom!" The stones at the cave entrance exploded, and a dazzling sunlight fell on him.

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"Igor Karkaroff!?" A sinister voice said. Karkaroff jerked, desperately raising his hands in front of him. Years of solitary life had drained his courage, and he stammered, "D-don't kill me!"

Outside came a coarse mocking laugh.

A few seconds later, Karkaroff opened his eyes. He had hidden in the dark nest for too long, adapting to the bright light was challenging. But he still sensed something wrong with his remaining sanity. If it were his dangerous and evil companions from the past, they would have dragged him out like a dead dog at this point or given him a unforgettable killing curse.

There were vague figures outside the cave.

Against the light, Karkaroff saw a fierce and scarred face with those iconic eyes he would never forget. "Mad-Eye Moody?" Karkaroff felt a mix of joy and sorrow. After more than a decade, he had once again fallen into the hands of the old Auror.

Moody didn't waste time talking; he grabbed Karkaroff's collar and yanked him out roughly.

"Come see what I found!" Moody said, half disgusted and half amazed. "You guys won't believe it—" Seven or eight people gathered around, whispering to each other. "Durmstrang's former headmaster?" "He's still alive?" "This smell... how long has he been hiding?" "Almost a year, Voldemort's rapid downfall allowed him to escape."

Karkaroff grabbed the last speaker, wide-eyed, and shouted, "What did you say? Voldemort—Voldemort fell? Is he... is he dead?"

Frank Longbottom pried Karkaroff's hands open one by one.

"Count yourself lucky; even scum like you can share in this joy." He said calmly, "I heard you abandoned your own students and ran away alone? Here's some advice, never go back..."

Karkaroff didn't catch the rest of the words; he took a few staggering steps, staring at his trembling, skeleton-like hands, murmuring, "Dead, he's dead?" Suddenly, he howled, "Voldemort is dead! Voldemort! Ha! He's dead! Voldemort! That bastard! You made my life miserable—sob."

"Is he going crazy?"

"Who cares?" Moody spat on the ground. "There are still six suspected locations of dark wizards to sweep today. Remember—"

"Stay vigilant at all times," a young voice said.

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