94 Diagon Alley

     said, "I caught her on the ward's window sill. If you look closely, you'll notice that the markings around the beetle's tentacles are exactly the same as those ugly glasses she's wearing." Min graciously allowed the audience to pass out the glass bottle and the disgusting beetle." The morning after Harry was hospitalized, Sirius asked Ron to bring him the Marauder's Map from the dorm, after the fake Moody was debunked. , Sirius seems to want to update the map all the time." Hermione stroked her messy hair, "Of course I want to help him, and then I found that there was an uninvited guest in the ward, and finally I found this shameless man on the windowsill. the stalker—the voyeur—whatever you want to call her.”

    Hermione took the glass jar back from Ron's hand and grinned at the beetle, which buzzed angrily through the glass.

    "I told her I'd let her out as soon as we got back to London," said Hermione. "I gave the jar a firming spell so she wouldn't change shape. My name is She's not allowed to write for a year. Let's see if she can break the habit of slandering and insulting people."

    Hermione smiled calmly and put the beetle back in her bag.

    "Ah," Gwen pretended to sigh deeply, sighing to George, "I only now know that there is definitely a brain gap between wizards and wizards - if we could Rauch also put in..." Suddenly she stopped, and then a few of them shouted at Hermione: "She should be thrown out before Harry tells us the truth!" "Are you sure she can listen? Making up—" "Can I ask Qiu to throw her directly into that tongue-twisting hell!"

    Hermione sought Harry's opinion, and they agreed that dealing with villains should be cautious and cautious, and now is not a good time to disclose all the information. So Hermione probably used at least seven soundproofing spells on the glass jar, so that the beetles were rampaging in it. Probably, for Skeeter, not letting her eavesdrop was more terrible than the punishment of imprisonment.

    Then Harry was in front of the bonfire burning in the empty classroom, telling the story of the past to the little friends in the circle.

    The ups and downs of this experience made several people nervous and scared. When Harry finally touched the door key, Hermione and Ginny were about to cry.

    Scotland in early July, even by the flames of magic, a group of people felt the cold in their hearts.

    But just as Dumbledore taught Harry, the headmaster was quick to confirm his theory himself.

    The day before the holiday is the school leaving banquet. When the students entered the auditorium, they saw at a glance that the usual decorations were gone. The auditorium is usually decorated in the colours of the winning college at the school leaving banquet. However, tonight, there was only a school badge with four colleges hanging on the wall behind the staff desk, everything looked so dignified and solemn.

    The real Mad-Eye Moody is now sitting at the staff desk, his wooden legs and enchanted eyes back to where they were. He seemed particularly nervous, and whenever someone talked to him, he would stare at them for a long time. Although his behavior was not much different from before, Gwen looked at the "stranger" in front of him now with a lot of peace of mind. Karkaroff's seat was empty. Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid. They were talking quietly about something. Across the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape. He still looked as gloomy and nasty as ever.

    "I didn't attack the professor this year." Gwen whispered to the classmates around him to announce his semester summary.

    "But you charged a professor." George said quickly into Gwen's ear. "He didn't end well, kissing the Dementor."

    Gwen was about to retort when Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the staff desk, interrupting her train of thought. The auditorium was already much quieter than the usual school-leaving banquet, but it was even more silent at this time.

    "Another year," Dumbledore said, looking at everyone. "It's over."

    He stopped talking and looked at Hufflepuff's table. Before Dumbledore stood up, the emotions on this table had been the most depressed, and the faces beside this table were also the palest in the entire auditorium.

    "I have a lot to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but I must first declare that Cedric Diggory - he should have been sitting here, "He pointed to his Hufflepuff classmates, whose hearts sank, for fear that the principal would announce that they had lost a kind and brave friend. "Cedric embodies Hufflepuff's unique qualities, friendly, loyal, a hard-working student who values ​​fair play. Now he's lying on a bed in the medical wing, which shocks you all, Whether you know him or not. So I think you have a right to know what's going on."

    "Cedric Diggory was attacked by Voldemort."

    There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium. Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief. The few people who already knew the inside story seemed very calm, watching their muttering gradually return to silence.

    "The Ministry doesn't want me to tell you that." Dumbledore continued, "Some of the parents of my classmates may be shocked by what I've done—either because they can't believe Voldemort is really back. or because they don't think I should tell you about it, because you're young. But I believe it's always better to tell the truth than to lie."

    At this moment, every face in the auditorium turned towards Dumbledore, and shock and fear were written on every face…

    "There is one other person that must be mentioned when it comes to Cedric," Dumbledore went on. "Of course, I am talking about Harry Potter."

    There was a turbulence in the auditorium, and several people turned their heads to Harry, then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

    "Harry Potter escaped Voldemort's clutches," said Dumbledore. "He showed fearlessness in every way, and few wizards have faced Voldemort's lewd power. Can show that spirit. Of course, Harry and Cedric not only respected each other in the finals, but were willing to go to great lengths to protect and save their friends in the face of a powerful enemy. For this, I would like to thank the two at Hogwarts Warriors salute."

    Dumbledore turned to Harry solemnly and raised his goblet. Almost everyone in the auditorium did. They murmured "The Warriors of Hogwarts" and toasted them.

    "Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey told me good news this morning," Dumbledore's voice eased a little, "Cedric has been able to stimulate the magic of the outside world today. In response, Madam Pomfrey has reason to believe that he will make a full recovery for some time to come."

    Hufflepuff's students and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which is indeed a great news.

    After everyone was seated again, Dumbledore added: "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world. Given what is happening now - given Voldemort's return to life - this Connectivity is more important than ever."

    "I believe - I hope I'm mistaken - I believe we are all going to face dark and difficult times. Some of you in the auditorium have been directly mutilated by Voldemort's poison. Please remember Stay Cedric. When you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, please don't forget an upright, kind, brave boy who suffered such a tragic fate just because he had an unexpected encounter with Voldemort. And he was Relying on extraordinary courage, strength, and Merlin's favor, we survived. Please always remember, children." Dumbledore's serious blue eyes looked at the students in the auditorium one by one, as if telling them, Not everyone is so lucky, and it is telling them that when war comes, no one can escape.

     Harry looked sullen as Gwen and the twins squeezed into Ron's cubicle.

    "What's wrong with him? Why isn't Ginny here?" Gwen sat down beside Hermione and asked a series of questions, "I thought Diggory's good news and Dumbledore Lido's words make Harry a little happier, why is his face so long?"

    "Gwen, I can hear it all." Harry glanced at her resentfully.

    "You have too many questions." Ron covered the screaming piggy with a dress robe, then picked up Crookshanks and the dog who had taken up two positions on the lap. "We kicked Ginny out, she's too young and should have a chat with her third-grade girl friend about sweets."

    Hermione shook her head speechlessly, "Just pretend Ginny can't stand spending half a day with her stupid brother."

    "Which brother?" Fred shouted.

    "Speak clearly!" George also booed.

    "Three, I think." Gwen settled down, "So what happened to Harry?"

    Hermione glanced at Harry's face, "Oh, he has to go to Privet Drive for two weeks first..."

    "It's 'at least' for two weeks." The boy with the glasses whined, and there was enough resentment in him to **** the Dementors out for half a day, if that thing could be eaten. "First because of the protection of blood, and then Sirius has a special mission, and he is not at ease to let Kreacher and me stay together."

    "Who is Kreacher?" Fred and George asked.

    "An angel sent by Mother Sirius." Ron said with a smirk.

    "Can that angel kill the mysterious man by the way?" Fred asked lazily, "to save everyone a little trouble."

    As soon as this topic was opened, everyone got rid of the silence of the week