The days at Hogwarts

Sirius said: "A lot of things happened tonight, and there will be an awards ceremony tomorrow. Let Harry go back and rest first."

In the end, Ron showed off happily: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

"..."

Hermione didn't stop, pulling Loren and trotting upstairs. The noise in the Gryffindor common room came through the portrait hole. The girl turned around and pulled him into the abandoned classroom with no one nearby.

After choosing a barely clean table and chair and sitting down, Hermione pursed her lips, tightened her face, and looked at Loren indifferently.

Loren looked at her too, her eyes widening.

Seeing the girl's eyes slightly narrowed, Loren immediately slammed the table to celebrate her blinking first, but seeing the cold light flashing in those beautiful eyes, he couldn't use his usual skill of changing the subject.

Loren blinked uneasily, glanced at her, and then glanced at her again. After thinking for a moment, he confessed his mistake straight away: "It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I was worried that Dumbledore had made some omissions. He found Wheat and Winky before the start of the game... …”

He quickly admitted his mistake and reflected on and reviewed the operation, sorting out the mistakes from four aspects, with clear regulations and a sincere attitude.

Hermione was silent for a moment, then put her left hand on the table and spread it out. The palm of her hand was white and tender, with a few fingernail marks on it.

"what?"

Loren was stunned for a moment, then came closer to take a look. The hand immediately pressed down on his shoulder, and the other hand grabbed his arm. Although both hands were white and soft, with warm palms, they were very powerful and hit him. It still hurts.

"Hey, hey, I already admitted my mistake!"

"That's fine, but I don't forgive you!"

"Hey, can we fight somewhere else..."

Chapter 508 Peace lasts for a long time

"That's too much. I wasn't hurt in front of Voldemort or the Death Eaters, but I was hurt here by you."

"..."

"Corporal punishment must be appropriate for students. I'm so old, but I'm still beating..."

"..."

Walking out of the abandoned classroom, Loren gasped in pain when the red and swollen flesh was involved in the walk. The grinning hiss made the little witch who took action feel a little shy on her face, and turned her head away unnaturally.

Hermione looked at the crooked way of the man next to her and knew that he was pretending to be pitiful, but she still softened her heart and calmly took his arm and helped him walk to the dormitory.

It was already very late, but fortunately the Fat Lady had just been woken up and had not fallen back asleep yet, so she did not curse. After entering the portrait hole and passing through the dark common room, she had to walk the rest of the stairs by herself.

Someone got an advantage and acted like a good boy. When they were saying good night to each other on the stairs, he quickly pecked the girl on the lips and ran to the attic dormitory quickly, without looking like he was grinning in pain just now.

Hermione pursed her lips and tightened her face, but in the end she didn't tense up, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Pushing open the dormitory door, Harry and Ron were already back. Mrs. Weasley probably understood that Harry had been struggling all night and asked him to come back early to rest.

"You're back, Loren?"

"How do you feel about being back, Harry? Didn't you go back to the school infirmary?"

"No, I told Madam Pomfrey that I could sleep more comfortably in the dormitory."

Ms. Pomfrey obviously believed the wrong person. Not only did Harry fail to sleep well, he was also dragged by Ron to discuss Voldemort's return with Seamus and Neville. Ron explained the whole process vividly and excitedly. His expression seemed as if the person who witnessed this incident was not Harry, but him.

While Loren was getting things to wash up, he listened to his spiel. His explanation was very measured. He didn't mention that everything was part of Dumbledore's plan. He only focused on Voldemort completing the ritual resurrection with the help of Bellatrix, without mentioning that everything was in Dumbledore's plan. and the names of Death Eaters.

There is also no mention of Harry and Cedric's escape. There is no mention of the twin wands and the asylum magic left behind by Harry's mother, nor is there any mention of Loren's involvement.

After Loren washed, he went to bed and lay down. The different sleeping position from usual kept him from falling asleep. The curtains on the four-poster bed had no sound insulation effect. The chattering sounds of Ron and the others came in, and it felt pretty good.

Seamus lamented that he was still a student who had not graduated, and Hogwarts was far away from the battlefield. He claimed that he had many ideas for dealing with You-Know-Who and Death Eaters, but unfortunately they were of no use.

Neville said that he could convey it to his parents and tell him about the stories of his father's fight against the Death Eaters.

The last time Voldemort and Death Eaters wreaked havoc on the wizarding world, there were frequent dropouts from Hogwarts. Students were attending classes safely in the castle, but they might receive news that their loved ones at home were attacked at any time while dining in the auditorium.

Typically, professors advise students to endure the pain and persevere, because if they drop out and go home, they may be on the obituary list tomorrow morning.

"In the entire British magical world, all non-pure-blood wizards are shrouded in a shadow of panic..." Neville said.

This is not completely correct, because pure-blood Auror families also need to be alert at all times, even protect them with magic if possible, and entrust the secret of the Red Loyalty Curse to someone who is absolutely reliable.

Compared with those Death Eaters who wear hoods and masks on their faces, August Rookwood is even more creepy. He is a Death Eater spy lurking within the Ministry of Magic and bribes many magicians. Ministry staff organized a thorough intelligence network to pass valuable information to the Death Eaters.

Many people's hiding places were exposed due to Rookwood's methods, and their families were ruined.

"..."

Harry touched the scar on his forehead and guessed whether Peter Pettigrew had once been a member of Rookwood's intelligence network. Otherwise, how could that timid and cowardly guy get in touch with the vicious Death Eaters? It couldn't be the case. Voldemort himself came to him and convinced him to join.

Harry stared blankly at the dim candlestick and asked softly: "Will we also experience this...Is the war going to start again?"

"There should be a period of stability, and the rest depends on how the Ministry of Magic responds." Loren's chin rested on the pillow, and his voice was lazy.

"Why, isn't Voldemort already resurrected?"

"Because the power of the Death Eaters has not been fully restored..." Loren replied casually, "The number of Death Eaters that can be gathered at present is less than half of the original number. If you foolishly stand up to oppose the Ministry of Magic, you will only be defeated by the Auror team. Easily disintegrated... It's okay to lose only wizards, but the sanctimonious groups who can escape the trial are worth a lot, and their wealth will be turned into resources to resist Voldemort. "

"So they will find a way to release the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban?" Ron reasoned with some uncertainty.

"This requires careful planning. Even before rescuing their suffering accomplices, Voldemort can only hide." Loren caught a glimpse of their confused expressions from the corner of his eye, paused and explained, "Think about it, if the Ministry of Magic confirms that Voldemort has returned, there are a group of vicious gangsters in the prison, and the Dementors guarding Azkaban are the natural accomplices of the Death Eaters, what is the first thing they should do?"

"Deal with... the prisoners of Azkaban?" Seamus opened his mouth and his eyes widened. Both Harry and Seamus felt a little incredible.

Ron thought more and added in a low voice: "It is also possible to re-account the people who escaped justice back then."

"So the Death Eaters will lie dormant and wait for the right opportunity, waiting for them to restore their power to intimidate the wizarding world in one fell swoop." Loren paused and continued, "In addition, because of the accident in the process of murdering Harry, and because of his fear of Dumbledore, Voldemort will also try to increase his strength, or... use another method to deal with Dumbledore."

"He couldn't defeat Principal Dumbledore more than ten years ago, and he can't even do it now!" Ron said firmly.

"So cherish it, we can still have a long and stable life."

As Loren made the conclusion for the above analysis, several roommates breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry felt even more at ease. He fancied happily: "Now that the Ministry of Magic has our reminder, they will definitely be able to prepare in advance. Maybe they will All Death Eater forces will soon be disintegrated, leaving Voldemort alone, and then the Aurors, led by Dumbledore, will besiege Voldemort..."

"No matter how powerful he is alone, can he deal with hundreds of wizards at the same time?"

The same scene appeared in front of Neville and Ron: "At that time, as long as Principal Dumbledore resists his attack, everyone else can drown Voldemort with a single spell..."

In the pure and beautiful fantasy, the roommates gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The candle in the candlestick by the wall burned to the marked scale, and the thin bronze pick fell to cover the rope core, and the faint flame quietly went out.

Loren stared at the room falling into darkness and smiled softly. Yes, it should have been such an easy thing.

……

The stern-faced Dean of Slytherin stood next to the console filled with potion equipment in the storage room, holding a transparent glass bottle in his hand. If the red liquid in the bottle hadn't been poured evenly onto the toad specimen, he would have remained motionless. The appearance may be recognized as a statue in the castle corridor.

The shriveled and stiff specimen became full again, and the sound of heart pumping could even be heard in the body. Then the "resurrected toad" mechanically licked the spilled liquid without chirping, jumping, or even blinking. This mass of flesh and blood seemed to be just an empty shell.

It can still only make flesh and blood move, without any vitality.

He considers himself a wizard with little empathy and never shows unnecessary mercy. He suffered enough abuse and beatings when he lived in Spider End Alley as a child, but it was also there that he met the people he would remember for the rest of his life... and then walked away in circles. She had to get further and further away from her, and her closest friend married and had children with the person she hated the most, and then he was implicated and his family was ruined, leaving only a stupid son.

After that night, his patronus changed.

But he never felt that he and Dumbledore were on the same page. He was once an ambitious Slytherin graduate, a vicious Death Eater... and a mean potion professor. He thought that he had not changed much over the decades.

If he could use other people's corpses to complete the experiment and make even a small contribution to the resurrection potion he longed for, he would not hesitate at all.

Barty Crouch's fresh corpse is a good experimental material. His soul was devoured by dementors and his body remained empty for nearly ten months. It was not until tonight that Voldemort devoured all the life in his body and turned it into a skeleton. .

Why wasn't his body used?

In order to prevent the Ministry of Magic from causing unnecessary trouble when inspecting the body and finding abnormalities?

To avoid attracting the attention of Barty Crouch Jr.?

"..."

Severus Snape asked himself for a long time, but still could not come up with an answer.

The wand was waved, and the toad died again and was burned to ashes. The invisible whirlwind picked up the ashes and fell into the trash barrel, where they were mixed with other potion residues without any difference.

Snape's black eyes moved, and he walked expressionlessly into the shadows shrouded in darkness.

There was only one thing he knew very well:

I will die again and again to realize that life is endless.

……

Early morning, principal's office.

"Albus, today is a rare weekend. I hope you have a convincing reason to end my vacation so hastily in the early morning and call me to Hogwarts!" Connelly, wearing a pinstripe suit ·Fudge handed the purple top hat to the staff behind him, waved his hand and asked them to exit the office and wait outside the door, shouting impatiently.

Dumbledore gave Professor McGonagall a look and motioned for her to leave with the others, and soon there were only two people left in the spacious office.

"Some unexpected situations occurred in the third event of the Goblet of Fire Tournament..."

Dumbledore wore crescent-shaped glasses, and his deep blue eyes showed no thoughts. He spoke slowly and calmly in a calm voice: "In the game last night, Harry, one of the warriors, was disguised by Voldemort. Stowe kidnapped... Harry seized a golden opportunity and returned to school by chance to tell us the truth. "

Fudge felt dizzy after hearing this, and the horror that remained on his face could not fade away for a long time. He stared at the white-bearded principal in front of him and shouted: "What kind of entertainment is this? Stop joking... I must tell you, Dumbledore , This is very bad!”

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, looking at the funny expression on his face through the crescent lenses, and said in a deep voice: "Harry can undoubtedly tell this experience in more detail, and even use a pensieve to display this memory... Little Hange Crouch's body still exists in Dunton's cemetery. If you still don't believe it, you can open Barty Crouch Jr.'s grave and take a look! Let me tell you, Barty Crouch Jr. has helped Voldemort recover him. body, he has made a comeback."

"What can memory mean? There are forgetting spells and false memory spells. I have been an intern in the memory cancellation team for a period of time. No one knows better than me..."

Fudge murmured softly, his eyes rolled around, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his head. He looked at Dumbledore for a long time, and a smile actually appeared on his face: "You can't really believe all this, Dumbledore. Don't be kidding, maybe the evidence you listed does exist, but it can only show the mistakes Crouch committed..."

"How can you accept a child's words completely? You know that little wizards of this age want to be in the limelight all day long..." Fudge always had a weird smile on his face, "Stop talking, I will go back and investigate!"

"..."

Dumbledore sat on the chair behind the desk and sent Cornelius Fudge away an hour ago, but his funny smile and those words were always replayed in the mind of the white-bearded old headmaster.

He thought that maybe he should take out this memory. It occupied his brain so much that it even made him feel a slight pain in his temples.

Although he had anticipated this outcome and hid all plans in his narrative, he was still inevitably disappointed in Fudge.

……

The little wizard who got up early found that the castle auditorium had been re-decorated, with gorgeous Hogwarts banners hanging on the walls, red and gold colored ribbons fluttering dazzlingly, and the dome constantly creating all kinds of wonderful glare and falling snowflakes in the air.

Looking at the auditorium decorated in Gryffindor style, Seamus brought exciting news. The Goblet of Fire award ceremony will be held together with the year-end party, and tonight will be a feast.

The little wizards of Beauxbatons and Ilvermorny were happily looking forward to having similar end-of-year parties in their schools.

The little wizard from Durmstrang looked unhappy. Everyone had just learned the bad news. Their principal, Karkaroff, claimed that he had to leave in advance. They were entrusted to Hogwarts and would be taken care of by Ravenclaw. The headmaster, Professor Flitwick, led them back to Durmstrang.

After breakfast, the Ministry of Magic staff who kept coming in and out of the castle made them feel even more uneasy.

Principal Karkaroff won't be arrested for breaking the law, right?

Chapter 509 Parting ways

The long table of Slytherin was noisy. Viktor Krum was conveying the instructions left by the principal before leaving to the surrounding students in babbling Bulgarian. After listening to what he said, the little wizard of Durmstrang They breathed a visibly relieved sigh.

Studying abroad in a foreign country during this school year was incredibly exciting. Not long after I arrived at Hogwarts, I saw the Unforgivable Curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The fierce-looking retired Auror who was reinstated as a professor told them that the principal was once a Magical terrorists on trial...

The third project disappeared without a sound as soon as it was finished, followed by Ministry of Magic staff searching everywhere... It looked like their principal had absconded out of fear of crime.

The long tables in other colleges were equally lively. The most important protagonist, Harry, was not present. The curious young wizards could only surround a few warriors, asking endless questions about the internal structure of the maze, the levels and obstacles they encountered.

Some young wizards would beat their chests and talk loudly about how they would deal with it. If it were them, they would definitely not let Harry win by chance.

"Cedric, who won in the end?" Justin asked nervously.

Cedric smiled slightly: "It's Harry. He passed the final difficulty with his strength and wisdom, and walked out of the maze with the trophy."

The little wizards of Gryffindor let out shouts of surprise, but the little wizard of Hufflepuff only kept silent for a few seconds, and then joined them, cheering for the common honor of Hogwarts.

In the seat at the end of the long table, Loren was holding a calendar and calculating how long this summer vacation would last. Hermione sat on his right side.

Hermione, who was reading the newspaper, was particularly quiet. She lowered her head slightly, her fluffy and slightly curly hair hung down naturally, her eyebrows were slightly elongated, her eyelids were slightly drooped, her long eyelashes occasionally fluttered, her slightly upturned nose was delicate and white, and her lips were lightly pursed. Slightly thin.

After flipping through the top "Daily Prophet" there was a small pile below. It seemed that he had bought a copy of all the newspapers on sale and checked the news on each page one by one.

Loren thought about it, shook his shoulder and bumped into the person next to him: "Hermione, this summer vacation is only two months long, so you won't go on a long trip, right?"

"Ah."

Hermione turned another page of the newspaper in her hand and sighed softly, "I don't know what measures the Ministry of Magic officials will take against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. That Minister Cornelius Fudge always gives me an unreliable Feel."

"Let's see if they will accept Harry's confession."

……

"Harry, sign here." Rufus Scrimgeour watched the little wizard in front of him write his name seriously, and sighed silently in his heart, "Okay, I have recorded everything you said. We're down. The relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic will conduct verification next. Go back and enjoy your banquet..."