The days at Hogwarts

Harry grinned at the Auror Chief of Staff, got up and trotted out of the room, completely ignoring the Senior Undersecretary of Magic sitting next to him, Dolores Umbridge.

This pink toad is still so disgusting. Even though he is older, his smile is even more pretentious than that of a first grader.

Listening to Harry's footsteps fading away, Umbridge looked at the people around her with a smile: "Rufus, wise head of the Auror Office, you don't really believe this bizarre fantasy story, do you?"

Rufus Scrimgeour remained silent. Although he personally preferred Dumbledore, the story was indeed too absurd. There are too many unclear places and too many missing details.

He didn't know whether Dumbledore asked these details to be withheld, or whether Harry Potter, who had survived, failed to imagine these details...

"It's so funny. Dumbledore is such an old fool. No one with a brain would believe such a fairy tale." Umbridge covered her mouth and giggled as she walked out the door, "I will definitely I need to tell the people of Wizengamot...how could a fourth-year wizard escape from the mysterious man?"

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the signature on the paper with a dark gleam in his eyes.

But the boy had defeated that man when he was one year old.

……

Boom!Boom!Boom!

A slow and powerful knock on the door sounded. After a short pause, the black wizard glanced at the young witch. Just when the young witch raised her hand to knock again, a calm response came from the door.

"Please come in."

The young witch and the black wizard in front of the door looked at each other. The young witch tilted her head and opened the door of the underground office.

At a glance, the black wizard saw Dean Slytherin behind the desk. His hair was greasy and sloppy, worse than his bald head. The man held a quill in his right hand and quickly scratched the form. After filling in the last item, he casually moved the feather Putting the pen into the ink bottle, she raised her head and looked at him.

The young witch glanced at the Potions Professor, then at his hair, and quietly dimmed her pink hair.

With the dim light, Snape looked at the two people in front of him.

The heart-shaped face of the young witch has not changed much compared to a few years ago. Some familiar shadows can still be seen vaguely, and the unnatural hair color is a unique symbol... I still remember the fifth grade Potions exam. Once upon a time, the little witch had trouble identifying potions by their color and used her own hair as a color guide.

Originally, he was going to sentence this man to cheating, but Dean Sprout stopped him by offering a few potion plants in exchange.

The black wizard is tall and bald. If it weren't for the strange round hat, the office might be brighter. He wears a classic Auror uniform, and the emblem on the left chest shows his position as captain.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, captain of the Second Auror Squadron of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office, member of the Order of the Phoenix... These information flashed through Snape's mind quickly, and finally turned into an unhurried question: " What do you want from me?"

Kingsley walked into the dark room, looking intently, as if he couldn't see the various horrifying glass jars on the shelves on both sides, and stretched out his hand to the person behind the desk without changing his expression:

"Hello, Professor Severus Snape, my name is Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Hello."

The young witch smiled cheerfully: "Nymphadora Tonks, from Hufflepuff House. Professor, do you still remember me?"

"..." Snape ignored her.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Kingsley Shacklebolt broke the silence like a familiar face, with a businesslike look on his face, as if he had received Dumbledore's message ten minutes ago and took the initiative to take over the job. Not him, "Next, regarding the incident involving Crouch and his son last night, I will record all your statements, Professor Snape. Before that, I need to test your wand."

"..." Snape lowered his eyes slightly and handed over the wand silently.

"Forgive me for the offense..." Kingsley Shacklebolt took the wand and examined it. Tonks meticulously wrote in the record book "Birch bark, snake nerve, thirteen and one-half inches." .

Then Kingsley pointed the wand at the other wand and said in a deep voice: "[Pre-Flashback Curse]"

The birch wand coated with tung oil trembled slightly, and a stream of gray smoke sprayed out from the tip of the wand. In the hazy mist, a rotating wind curled and formed, followed by a quietly burning flame and a clear explosion...

Tonks wrote in the record book in sequence: [Whirlwind sweeps away] [Fire blazing] [Apparition]...

"The spells cast last night will be compared with the written records for verification. Professor Snape, I need to know some detailed information, including the scenarios in which these spells were used and the specific time when the spells were cast."

Snape showed no impatience and replied unhurriedly: "The first few curses were released after returning to the castle, and were used to conduct some light potion-related research..."

"I noticed that there were no spells used in duels in last night's spell records. Does this mean that you did not have a head-on conflict with the Crouches, Professor Snape?"

Snape frowned slightly, as if recalling what happened last night. After a pause, he nodded: "You can say that."

"..."

Chapter 510 Let the children enjoy the banquet

The midsummer sun rises from the east, shining golden in the morning, turning into incandescent incandescence that makes people unable to look directly at noon. At dusk, it scatters into orange red, and the light gradually dims, sinking little by little into the black lake and the back of the hills to the west. .

"Albus, don't worry, we have found out." Cornelius Fudge, who hurried over, was sweating, his shirt was wet and clinging to his back, but his face was filled with triumphant joy. , "Under the leadership of Dolores Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, we collected evidence from the two main parties. Regarding the doubtful aspects, Walton McNee, the Magical Creatures Advisor of the Ministry of Magic, I visited for a whole day and finally found out the truth of the incident!”

Dumbledore looked at him silently, but the focus of his eyes was not on him, as if he was looking at something else through his body. He already knew Fudge's attitude, so he didn't have any expectations.

"I personally went to the cemetery in Little Hangleton and also to the Crouch family manor... This was the busiest weekend since I became Minister of Magic." Fudge drank the honey water in front of him in one gulp and spat out happily. He took a breath and said, "Fortunately, I have found out everything, Albus. In fact, our cup holder Harry Potter did not lie, but what he said is not the truth either..."

Dumbledore's eyes fluctuated, and he seemed to be interested.

“In the maze of the third project, Harry successively encountered the weakly poisonous Devil’s Vine, the Hinkpunks and Sphinxes that can make people fall into hallucinations, the Acromantula with psychedelic venom, and the terrifying The Boggart...we all know what that kid's biggest fear is..."

Fudge's little eyes were flashing with false tears, and he sobbed twice and said: "Poor Harry left the maze and fell into a coma when he was exhausted both physically and mentally. Then he met Professor Snape in the ward to help him. While preparing the healing potion, I happened to hear Snape talking to others about Crouch and his son, so I had a weird dream, a dream about terrible, dark magic..."

Dumbledore's voice was calm: "This is the result of your investigation, Fudge, have you seen Crouch's body?"

"Oh, speaking of Crouch and his son, it turns out that we were all deceived. In fact, both of them were Death Eaters. When their true identities were exposed, they decisively gave up on one of them and let the other wait for an opportunity to rescue him. What happened next You also know..."

Fudge shrugged nonchalantly, "In order to satisfy their own evil tastes, they planned a series of things about the Goblet of Fire. In the end, they were exposed by Vice Principal McGonagall, and then escaped, and met evil dark creatures, vampires, in Little Hangleton. Or something else, one death and one escape... Professor Snape didn't fight with them, so he only saw the corpse."

"..."

Dumbledore was too lazy to tangle with him anymore and reminded him coldly: "Voldemort is back, Fudge. If you can accept this fact immediately and take necessary measures, we can still save the situation. The first and most important step is Free Azkaban from the control of the Dementors..."

"Remove the dementors?" Fudge yelled, jumping to his feet. "If I suggest this, I will be kicked out of the office! Half of us can only sleep well at night because we know that there are dementors standing guard in Azkaban." Sleep!"

He knew, he knew, Dolores was right!

The return of Voldemort and the reunion of Death Eaters are all Dumbledore's conspiracy to seize his power!

This old man with a white beard wishes he could step down as soon as possible and let those stupid wizards nominate him as Minister of Magic!

"Those guys can't be loyal to you, Fudge. Voldemort can provide them with far more rights and pleasures than you can provide! Once Voldemort has the support of dementors behind him, his former best friends will all Go back to him, and then it will be difficult for you to prevent him from regaining the power he had thirteen years ago! "

Dumbledore sighed: "Now that I know that you still plan to let Voldemort's most dangerous best friend guard those guys who will serve him at the first command, then I probably won't sleep well tonight!"

Seeing that Fudge was going to argue any more, Dumbledore waved his hand: "If this is your decision, Fudge, I hope you won't regret it... Well, our year-end party and award ceremony are about to begin. Please forgive me for not being able to continue entertaining." Goodbye, Fudge."

Fudge's words paused as he reached his lips, then his face gradually turned red, and he was so angry that he threw up his sleeves and strode away.

……

The dome hangs high, and the stars and the moon reflect each other.

The exquisite crystal chandelier spread the light of hundreds of candles into the huge auditorium. The melted special wax oil exuded a relaxing fragrance, and the bright light illuminated every part of the banquet.

On the four desks of the principals were placed fish soup with Marseilles, pan-fried foie gras steak, boiled lobster, baked red wine pheasant, steamed Lomond cod and other food with attractive colors and rich fragrance. On the table, there are bottles of gin, French champagne, California white dry wine, and whiskey spirits brewed from the cold permafrost of Bulgaria.

The wine was poured into the crystal cup, and the reflection shone with an attractive color, making some senior wizards eager to try it.

Maxim, who was wearing a wide light blue satin dress, held a crystal glass and clinked glasses with Hagrid elegantly. Perhaps the wine stored in the Durmstrang cabin was too strong, which made Maxim, who was only wearing an unfitting large suit, A subtle blush appeared on Hagrid's face.

Professor Trelawney seemed to have found a soulmate. He had been drinking with Ludo Bagman since the afternoon when the banquet was being prepared, and he has been drinking until now. There were piles of various wine bottles in front of him. Although his pupils were loose and his eyes were unfocused, But the smile on her lips showed that she was very happy.

As for Ludo Bagman? He was so drunk that he fell asleep under the long table at the guest of honor.

On the last day of the school year, little wizards from four countries put on their respective school uniforms to celebrate the end of the Goblet of Fire and that many people are about to leave school and embark on a broader path of growth.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore's voice was as high as ever, "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I hope that the news announced by this old man will make you enjoy the feast with higher spirits!"

"Now, I declare!"

"The final winners of the Goblet of Fire are - Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts!"

For the first time ever, the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables simultaneously erupted in thunderous cheers and stomps, with the Hufflepuff students' voices eclipsing those of the Gryffindors.

"You actually hid it from us, you actually lied to us for a whole day!"

The little Hufflepuff wizards all pounced on Cedric, shaking him violently by the shoulders until he was dizzy and speechless. They didn't let go until he started foaming at the mouth.

Several principals and referees from other schools knew about this in advance and had no objections. Anyway, the trophy belonged to Hogwarts and they could divide it however they wanted. The two referees from the Ministry of Magic were in different situations. Crouch could no longer refute. Bagman was so drunk that his only consciousness was shouting that he had made a fortune.

"Now, enjoy the feast!"

Chapter 511 Warning

The wine in the goblet was finished and refilled. The barbecue and soup were removed from the long table and replaced with chilled pudding and ice cream. The crystal chandelier hanging from the dome sprinkled warm yellow light. Full auditorium.

Groups of young wizards from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff gathered around, listening to Ron and MacMillan loudly describing the process of the two warriors working together to deal with the Acromantula at the final level. They were excited and their faces turned red. .

The young wizards who are about to graduate wander around among the four dining tables, saying goodbye to familiar and unfamiliar classmates, clinking glasses together, and the melancholy of parting disappears in the bustling hustle and bustle.

The clock struck midnight, and no professor stood up to announce the end of the banquet. Occasionally, a drunken professor quietly slipped out of the side door. Dumbledore sat at the guest of honor seat with a faint smile and talked to McGonagall. The professor whispered.

Loren, who was sitting in the back row of the Gryffindor table, stared at the old headmaster for a long time. Although his smile was shallow, it was not forced at all. Dumbledore would occasionally invite Professor McGonagall to raise a glass, as if he was completely Immersed in the joy of the banquet, all disturbing things were left outside the auditorium.

Loren withdrew his gaze and continued to tinker with the things in his hands: "A small half cup of mango juice as a base, plus orange juice with full fruit...

"If you like strawberries, add some strawberry pulp.

"Juice may look a little ugly when mixed together, but it won't taste bad anyway."

Hermione watched silently as the man mixed a cup of strange liquid.

The upper layer is a light-colored translucent juice, the middle layer has turbid fruit flocs, and the lower layer is accumulated fruit pulp. It looks like some unknown magic potion. When gently shaken, it exudes a strong fragrance of mango and orange. .

If she hadn't watched him mix it with several juices, the little witch might have suspected that it was some kind of poisonous potion made from poor materials.

"Doesn't it look tempting?"

Loren carefully picked up the crystal cup filled with strange liquid and handed it over: "A lot of orange juice is added to it. The rich sweetness is slightly sour, and there are also the unique flavors of mango and strawberry. Try it. It sure tastes good.”

As he spoke, the man brought the cup that smelled of mixed fruit to her mouth.

Hermione glanced at his eager expression, remained silent for a moment, opened her mouth and took a small sip. It was sour and sweet, and her tongue could clearly taste the astringent taste.

It's probably because the pulp of several fruits has settled down, and the layer of liquid that floats on top after layering has a lighter taste. The sweetness is not obvious, but the sour and astringent taste is very prominent. It can't be said to be unpleasant, but it is certainly not delicious.

"How's it going? Does it taste good?"

"Delicious."

Hermione nodded calmly and moved her eyes away guiltily: "But I ate too much tonight and can't drink it. You can drink it."

"Then take a rest and I'll make you something else later."

"..."

The man shook the liquid in the cup well, took a big sip and smacked his lips as if aftertaste. It seemed that the shaken liquid should taste good.

Hermione tilted her head, catching a glimpse of his expression and the yellowish candlelight above her head. Her brown eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but fall into thinking.

Did this person intentionally let himself drink the unpalatable liquid on top?

It should not be.

He can always make food that is more delicious than the restaurant. The satisfied expressions on other people's faces when they enjoy the food make him feel happy. He should be more willing to hear his own praise than to make fun of himself.

Speaking of which, it seems like this has been the case since the first time I met this person. Where did he learn these cooking skills?

Grandpa Bates couldn't teach him these things...

As the relationship between the two becomes closer, it becomes clearer and clearer to her that there are many secrets hidden in this person——

his inexplicable cooking skills;

He always knows many secrets, such as the secrets of Barty Crouch and his son, such as the location of Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, and so on.

Even Principal Dumbledore doesn't know some of the information, and the source of the information is not Flamel in the Book of Fantasy.

Hermione would not completely ignore this, nor would she pursue it to the end. She believed Loren 100% and he would always confess these secrets to her.

in the near future.

Before the glass of weird-colored juice was finished, the man invited her to join him in mixing various other drinks. Hermione felt a little childish, but she still handed him the cup and the juice that was out of his reach...

At three o'clock in the morning, the party was coming to an end.

The group of young wizards who were making the most cheerful noise had become hoarse from shouting. Some of the Hufflepuff students were lying on the long table with bleak expressions, too sleepy to open their eyes but unwilling to close them.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The silver spoon hit the outer wall of the crystal cup, and the clear and sharp sound stimulated the little wizards to tremble. They all became energetic and looked at the guest of honor seat with wide eyes.

I don’t know when, only a dim night was left in the star-studded dome. The crystal chandeliers and hundreds of magic candles were gone. A row of rough torches were stretched out on the four walls, and the radiance of burning flames filled the room. Every corner of the auditorium.

At the guest of honor table, the solemn looks of several principals and professors added a bit of solemnity to the scene.

"Another year is over." Something in Dumbledore's blue eyes made the young wizards uneasy, and he muttered in detail, "Professor McGonagall suggested that I announce the news before the banquet begins. She may be Yes, a pleasant banquet can dilute the uneasiness in my heart, but as an old man, I am more looking forward to a more unrestrained happy time, and I have been putting it off until now. "

He stopped talking, and there was silence in the auditorium, and a certain suppressed emotion gradually approached the little wizards.