A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

It wasn't that he looked down on the three of them, but given their talent and background, they would never be able to repay this life-saving debt even if they lived to old age.

Since that's the case, it's better to just let it go; at least both sides can feel more at ease.

But the next moment Aaron's expression turned extremely serious, and he continued, "Secondly, you must keep what happened tonight a secret."

At the very least, I can't reveal my record, otherwise my future campus life will probably be anything but peaceful.

The three looked at each other, none of them understanding Aaron's meaning.

After a long pause, Furong said somewhat awkwardly, "This... what should we say if others ask?"

“Just say you fainted and woke up in Hogsmeade,” Aaron said without hesitation.

This answer is rather perfunctory, but it is very powerful.

You can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep, even if you know it's just a perfunctory response.

"What about Harry Potter?" Krum looked a little uneasy. "He got back to the school before us, and he may have already told some of the judges what happened."

“Just leave him alone,” Aaron said wearily. “In short, you should all pretend you don’t know anything.”

As for him... that's pure nonsense. I'm just an ordinary fourth-year wizard; how could I possibly be a match for so many Death Eaters?

Cedric hesitated for a moment, then frowned slightly and said, "We can help you cover it up, but this is a very important matter. We can't hide the news that the mysterious man has been resurrected!"

“Hmm…” Aaron tapped his chin and pondered, “The five warriors of the Triwizard Tournament were taken to a graveyard by the Portkey, and then captured alive by Voldemort and his servants in a trap.”

Gaius was unlucky; he was stunned by a stun spell, while the remaining four witnessed his resurrection.

And because the Dark Lord's magic was too powerful, you all suddenly fell into a coma. As for the rest... what could you possibly know while you were unconscious?

Three people: ...

......

Hogwarts, Quidditch Stadium.

Harry fell hard, and his whole body ached, his head spinning.

He was so tired that he had no strength left and could only wait for someone to find him.

A moment later, a figure walked up to him, but his eyes were so tired that they were almost squinting, and he couldn't see who it was at all. He just felt that the person was somewhat familiar.

The warm white light shone on Harry, making him feel as if he were in a hot spring, and his physical injuries and mental fatigue were rapidly healing.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Adrian's flawless face.

She appeared incredibly sacred in the white light, instantly making him forget his near-death experience, and he couldn't bear to look away.

"Didn't anyone tell you that staring at girls is rude?" Adrian raised an eyebrow.

Gulu!

Harry swallowed hard, his face flushed, and stammered, "I'm sorry, I just... I just..."

"Alright, you should be fine now." Adrian patted Abe's head with satisfaction. "I don't know where Aaron got this little guy from, his healing ability is no less than that of a phoenix."

“Oh right, Voldemort has come back to life, and Aaron and the others are still there…” Harry said anxiously, but his voice trailed off as Adrian seemed completely unconcerned.

"Aren't you... worried?"

"Don't worry! If you can come back, my brother will be even more so."

Besides, Uncle Genes has already gone there, and the rest of them combined, even if they were all Saint Magisters, could hold them off for a while.

Harry's lips twitched slightly, and he was immediately speechless.

Lu Ping rushed over quickly because the white light emitted by Abe during treatment was too bright in the night, and he immediately noticed the situation.

Harry was so overwhelmed by the big hug that he could barely breathe. Lupin cupped his face in his hands, tears of joy streaming down his face, and said, "Thank you, Merlin, you're back safe and sound."

"Thank you for your concern, Professor."

"Where are the others?" Lupin asked, puzzled. "Didn't they come back with you?"

"them..."

“They’ll be fine,” Adrian said confidently. “I know my brother too well; he always keeps his promises.”

I suggest you look around the area. If Hogwarts didn't prohibit Apparition, they should be back by now.

Harry nodded blankly. "Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

I have something very important to tell him: Voldemort has been resurrected.

"What?" Lupin exclaimed in shock. "Are you sure?"

“It’s true, Professor Lupin, I saw it with my own eyes.”

Lupin took a deep breath, suppressing his horror, and fired a white spark into the sky with his wand.

boom!

White sparks exploded in the night sky.

Before long, Dumbledore rushed over, with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape following behind him.

“Professor, what we’ve been worried about has finally happened,” Lupin said gravely. “The mysterious man has returned.”

Dumbledore nodded and said in a deep voice, "Severus has found out."

"Are you the only one who came back?" Snape asked Harry with a grim face. "Where are the others? Gaius?"

“They should be fine,” Harry said uncertainly, unsure whether Voldemort would keep his promise and spare the others.

"Should? You're telling me 'should'?"

“Aaron will definitely be fine,” Harry quickly added. “The others should be fine too.”

“Calm down, Severus,” Dumbledore reassured him. “Shouldn’t we ask Harry what happened first?”

“Now?” Lupin looked earnestly at Dumbledore. “At least let Harry rest for a bit!”

"I'm sure my office is much more comfortable than the grass, and besides, there's someone waiting for him there."

You know who it is; he cares about Harry just as much as you do.

Upon hearing this, Lupin nodded slightly and carefully helped Harry up.

"Minerva, could you please inform Ms. Pomfrey and have her take Alastor to the ward?"

In addition, prepare a few more beds, as there may be more than one patient tonight.

Severus, go and tell Fudge to come to my office.

"While you're at it, go find Filch and have him stand guard at the castle gate. If he finds Aaron and the others, bring them to my office as well."

"Understood." Professor McGonagall nodded immediately. Snape glared at Harry, then turned and left.

"Professor Moody has been found?" Harry asked.

“It was Abe who found him. If nothing unexpected happens, you’ll see him in the hospital room later,” Adrian said with a smile. “After Aaron went missing, he was frantic and stormed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.”

Originally, I was looking for some of Moody's personal belongings and following the scent to track him down, but by chance, I discovered a box that was locked very securely.

A burst of dragon flame was released, revealing Alastor Moody locked inside a box.

Perhaps because he was preparing a compound decoction, he wasn't in mortal danger, but he was severely weakened by the Soul-Stealing Curse, and half of his hair had been pulled out.

Chapter 415 The Stubborn Minister of Magic, He Just Won't Believe in This Evil

Principal's office.

Dumbledore arranged for the others to sit down, while he himself sat behind his desk.

When Fox saw Abbe, he shuddered and felt extremely uncomfortable.

It immediately flew down from the branch and landed in front of Dumbledore, only in this way could it gain a little sense of security.

“Miss Klein, could you please keep an eye on Gaius’s pet?” Dumbledore asked with a hint of helplessness. “It has cast a long shadow over Fawkes.”

“Abe is quite well-behaved.” Adrian patted Abe’s back, and it nodded in agreement.

"Harry, what happened?" Lupin couldn't help but ask.

"Wait a minute, let's wait until everyone's here," Dumbledore said. "Harry isn't feeling well, he needs company."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large black dog emerged from the corner of the wall.

It glanced warily at Adrian, then slowly walked up to Harry, its eyes filled with human concern and worry.

"It's okay, I'm fine," Harry said with difficulty.

Lupin poured Harry a glass of warm water and said softly, "Take a rest for a while now!"

Harry finished his drink in large gulps, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he met Professor Snape's cold gaze and immediately shuddered.

“Harry,” Fudge said with a forced, relaxed smile, “Dumbledore said you have something to tell us?”

“Harry, you know how serious this is,” Dumbledore said. “Tell me everything you know, without holding anything back.”

Harry took a deep breath and recounted to everyone present what had happened after they came into contact with the Triwizard Tournament trophy.

Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr. teamed up to defeat them, Voldemort resurrected using ancient dark magic, and the Death Eaters Apparated...

"Wait, you're saying the mysterious man has been resurrected?" Fudge's face turned pale, then he forced down his panic. "Don't be ridiculous, that's impossible."

“It’s true,” Harry said anxiously. “Barty Crouch Jr. was secretly taken out of Azkaban by Crouch. Voldemort learned of his existence and the Triwizard Tournament from Bertha Jorkins.”

He and Pettigrew rescued him and subdued Alastor Moody, using his hair to make Polyjuice Potion, with the aim of capturing me for the Triwizard Tournament.

Fudge nodded repeatedly, and only after Harry finished speaking did he pat him on the shoulder, "Nice imagination, Harry."

You may have been excessively frightened, but it's okay, I'm sure Ms. Pomfrey will provide you with a sufficient amount of tranquilizer.

"Mr. Ke..."

“Harry, get some sleep. You won’t have these nightmares when you wake up,” Fudge said. “The situation with Pettigrew is still very complicated, so I won’t comment.”

But Barty Crouch Jr. has been dead for a long time; he couldn't possibly be resurrected to help Mystic rise again.

“Alastor Moody can attest that he knows Barty Crouch Jr.,” Dumbledore said casually.

Fudge blinked, his brow furrowing slightly, but quickly relaxed.