HP Magic Biography

Dumbledore stood up.

He looked at Barty Crouch Jr. for a while, with a disgusted expression on his face. Then he raised his wand again, and flung a string from it. The rope spun around Barty Crouch Jr., tangling him tightly.

Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall, Minerva, could you please stay here? I'll take Harry upstairs.

Certainly, said Professor McGonagall. She looked a little nauseous, like she'd just watched someone get sick. But when she took out her wand and pointed it at Barty Crouch Jr., her hand was very steady.

Severus, Dumbledore said, turning to Snape, tell Madam Pomfrey to come down here. We're going to take Moody to the hospital. Then you go down to the basement, find Connelly, and take him Come to this office. Surely he'll want to confront Crouch himself. Tell him I'll be in the hospital wing in half an hour if he wants me.

Snape nodded quietly, and flew out of the room like a gust of wind.

Harry, Dumbledore called softly.

Harry stood up and shook again, he hadn't noticed the pain in his leg while listening to Crouch, but now it was very sharp.

He realized he was shaking.

Dumbledore grabbed his arm and helped him out into the dark corridor.

Harry, come to my office first, he said quietly as they entered the passage, Sirius has sneaked back from Norway and is waiting for us there.

Harry nodded. He has a numbness and a sense of being completely out of reality, but he doesn't care, he's even happy about it.

Ever since he came into contact with the Three Witches Fighting Competition, he didn't want to think about anything that happened.

He didn't want to look at the memories that kept flashing through his mind, vivid as photographs: Moody in the suitcase; Crouch on the ground with his stumped arm in his arms; Voldemort, Cedric...I don't know if he is alive or dead...Cedric should go back to his parents...Fan Lin who hasn't come back yet...

Professor, Harry murmured, where are Mr. and Mrs. Diggory? And, Van Lin...

They're staying with Professor Sputrow, Dumbledore frowned. His voice was very quiet during the entire process of interrogating Barty Crouch Jr., but now there was a small vibration for the first time, She is the owner of Cedric's house, and she knows Cedric best! As for Van Lin,

Fox will protect his safety!

They arrived at the stone statue in front of Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore gave the code and it bounced off. He and Harry went up the spiral escalator to the oak door.

Dumbledore pushed the door open. Sirius was standing there, his pale face looking terrible, like he'd just escaped Azkaban.

After a while he crossed the room, Harry, how are you? I know - I know something like this - what happened? as he helped Harry onto a stool in front of a table , his hand trembled a bit. What happened? he asked more eagerly.

Dumbledore began telling Sirius everything Barty Crouch Jr. had said.

Harry wasn't paying much attention. Every bone in his body was tired and aching. He doesn't want anything, he just wants to sit here quietly until he falls asleep, so he doesn't have to think or experience anything.

When Dumbledore finished speaking, he sat behind the desk facing Harry, and he looked at Harry, but Harry averted his eyes. Dumbledore wanted to question him, he wanted Harry to relive what had happened.

Harry, I want to know what happened to you after you touched the Portkey in the maze? said Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, we can save this for tomorrow morning, okay? Sirius said recklessly. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder, Let him sleep for a while and rest.

Harry felt a surge of gratitude for Sirius. But Dumbledore cared what Sirius said.

He leaned towards Harry, and Harry looked up reluctantly into those blue eyes.

If I think I can help you by giving you a good night's sleep and letting you think about what happened tonight later, I will do it. Dumbledore said kindly, But I It's better to know how. Being numb to the pain now will make it harder when you finally feel it, not to mention your friend... You've shown the greatest courage I could ever hope for and now I want you to show it again , I want you to tell me what happened.

Yes, there are still people who haven't come back...

Harry is a bit afraid to leave here now. If he returns to Gryffindor, if there is one person missing, even Hermione's gaze, Harry doesn't know how to deal with it.

He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, the events of that night seemed to resurface before his eyes: he saw again the glistening surface of the potion that revived Voldemort, he saw again the corpse-eaters emerging from the graves, he saw again The vampire took Cedric away...

Once or twice, Sirius made some noise as if about to say something, his hand still on Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore cut him off with a gesture of his hand.

Harry was pleased because it was easier for him to continue now that he had started.

It was even a belief: he seemed to feel that some poison was coming out of him.

It took him determination and courage to keep talking, but he could still feel that he would feel better once he got it all out.

Sirius let out a growl when Harry mentioned that Crouch had slit his arm with a dagger.

Dumbledore stood up so quickly that Harry was startled.

Dumbledore walked around the table and asked Harry to hold out his arm. Harry pointed out where his robes had been torn, and the wound underneath.

He said my blood would make him stronger than anyone else's, Harry told Dumbledore, and he said that the protection—that my mother left me—had proved him right— — he was able to touch me without hurting himself, he touched my face.

For a split second Harry felt a triumphant glint in Dumbledore's eyes.

But then he thought he was imagining it again, because when Dumbledore returned to his seat behind the desk, he looked as old and haggard as ever. Okay, he said, sitting down again, Voldemort overcame that special potion. Harry, go on.