I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

"Are you sure you're really not tired?" Sirius looked at Harry with concern. The poor little guy had been tortured by Voldemort all afternoon. Sirius was filled with fear - what if Harry was really killed by Voldemort? , how can he explain to James underground?

Harry enjoyed the concern from his godfather. He narrowed his eyes happily and said with a smile: "Of course I'm fine, Sirius, you don't have to worry about me... I just threw a few spells at each other with Voldemort... "

Sirius twitched the corners of his mouth and threw a few spells at each other? Today's children... It's true. When he and James were in fourth grade, they only dared to think about fighting the Death Eaters. As for fighting Voldemort, they really didn't dare to think about it.

How should I say that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers? But he is not a newborn calf. After all, Harry really fought with Voldemort and escaped unscathed...

It is foreseeable that Harry will become famous again.

I just didn't know what Voldemort was feeling. Sirius thought for a moment and observed half a second of silence for Voldemort.

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Lewis wrung his fingers and sat in a more comfortable position. "There is an ancient god in Pandaria named Y'Shaarj, the Seven-Eyed Black Sheep. According to legend, he smokes What goes in is hope and courage, what comes out is fear and despair. He is entrenched in Pandaria, and the entire continent is shrouded in his shadow... In the war tens of thousands of years ago, Y'Shaarj was defeated by the titan Amansu. You pulled it out from the ground with your supreme power and crushed it to death..."

"Wait!" Sirius suddenly interrupted: "Aren't you going to talk about the details of the battle? It sounds boring to be so abbreviated..."

"But I have told the whole story..." Louis spread his hands and made a gesture of reaching out to grab it, then lifting it up and pinching it gently.

Sirius shuddered and asked tremblingly: "You mean... uh, you just reached down, grabbed it, and then squeezed it? The ancient god you described as so terrifying is dead?"

"It's that simple..." Louis spread his hands, saying that the full-level boss is so strong.

"Okay, you continue." Sirius motioned for Louis to continue telling the glorious deeds of the ancient gods.

Lewis pondered for a moment and then continued: "It should be said that the vitality of the ancient god is very tenacious. Even if his body is crushed by someone, there is still a part left. Its last breath formed the seven souls that have been entrenched in Pandaria for a long time. He is a demon, and it is said that part of his power still remains in this world. This time in the cemetery of Riddle Mansion, I observed traces of the demon... And, at the venue of our Triwizard Tournament finals, There are also traces of evil energy corroding the snails that attacked the players, and there are also signs of being corroded by evil energy..."

"You mean..." Dumbledore grasped the point very keenly: "You mean that Voldemort is in collusion with the so-called 'Old God'?"

"Yes." Louis nodded and confirmed Dumbledore's guess: "And there is a saying that blackening is twice as strong and whitening is three times weaker. If you think about it, if Voldemort is at least twice as strong, for the British wizarding world Tell me, what will it be like?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment and sighed: "So, do you have any good ideas?"

Louis spread his hands and said no, but he still gave his opinion: "I have found enough allies for us. This is the only way we can fight against Voldemort and the Ancient Gods... After all, the current Ministry of Magic is not doing anything. , regarding the news of Voldemort’s return, I don’t think anyone in the wizarding world knows about it, and even if they hear it, they won’t believe it – without official confirmation, how can people believe it?”

"I understand." Dumbledore sighed: "I can't do anything about the Ministry of Magic. I just hope Fudge can wake up soon..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore and Lewis looked at each other, and the two foxes, one big and one small, saw a glimmer of light in each other's eyes.

But others didn't see it.

"We will talk about this matter in the future. Now, I want to say it again." Dumbledore looked at Harry. At this time, the phoenix Fawkes flew into the air and landed on the perching branch at the door again. "You tonight Your performance is very brave, far beyond my expectations of you. Harry, the courage you have shown is comparable to those wizards who fought against Voldemort to the death during his heyday. You shoulder the important responsibility of an adult wizard. , and find that you are fully capable of shouldering this burden - you have made us have higher expectations of you. You go to the hospital with me... I don't want you to go back to the dormitory tonight, take some sleeping pills , calm down...Sirius, are you willing to accompany him?"

Sirius nodded, stood up, followed Dumbledore and his group out of the office, and accompanied them down the stairs towards the hospital.

Of course, Snape didn't go. The old tsundere chose to go back to the Potions classroom to continue preparing what needed to be prepared for the next class; Emma also returned to the office with Catherine, and Louis was not worried about Harry's mental state. , he needed to confirm Harry's situation - whether he had been eroded by the evil power, so he chose to follow Madam Pomfrey to have a look, and listen to what the Supreme Korfan said. After all, he was also a doctor. .

When Dumbledore opened the door, Mrs. Weasley and Bill were all gathered around the distressed Mrs. Pomfrey. They seemed to be asking about Harry's situation and whereabouts. The people lying in this house were all warriors. Except for Fleur Delacour, who was lucky to be uninjured, everyone else was more or less bandaged, especially Marilyn, who was wrapped as if A mummy.

Of course, Furong was not spared. Even if she was not injured, she still had to stay here for observation.

When they saw Harry walking in, they all forced themselves to say hello to Harry, especially Cedric. He didn't know whether it was due to pressure or something, but his hair seemed to have exploded, which looked very funny. But this does not affect the appearance of the Hufflepuff senior at all.

It should be said that Cedric's looks are high enough to be able to wear this kind of afro - if Harry or Ron had this kind of hairstyle, it would be... not so beautiful, but on Cedric On the body, there is really no sense of disobedience.

When Harry and the others walked in, they all turned sharply and Mrs. Weasley let out a muffled exclamation.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!" She ran towards Harry, but Dumbledore stepped forward and stood between them.

"Molly," Principal Dumbledore raised a hand and said softly, "please listen to what I have to say first: Harry experienced a terrible torture tonight, and he just recounted it to me... He What he needs now is sleep, peace and quiet. If he wants you to stay with him."

He looked at Ron, Hermione and Bill around him, and added very seriously, "You can stay, but I know that children of your age are full of curiosity, so I don't want you to ask him Any questions - unless he wants to answer them himself, but you have to remember that tonight is an absolute no-no, Harry needs to rest."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. She looked very pale. She turned suddenly to Ron, Hermione and Bill, as if they were the ones making the noise. She lowered her voice and lectured: "Did you hear that? He needs to be quiet!"

"Okay, I'll wait until you go to bed and rest before leaving, Harry." Dumbledore said kindly.

Dumbledore forbade anyone to ask him questions, which filled Harry with an indescribable feeling of gratitude. It wasn't that he didn't want them to stay here, but he couldn't bear the thought of having to tell the truth again and experience everything again.

Harry lay on the bed like a fish, staring at the white ceiling in trance. Whenever he was in trance, what appeared in his mind was definitely Voldemort's unflattering face.

"After I went to see Fudge, I rushed back to see you, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I'm going to give it a last try. If he doesn't get in, there's nothing I can do...so I hope you will also come tomorrow." Stay here and wait until I finish speaking to all the teachers and students in the school before leaving."

After saying that, he left without looking back, not taking a piece of cabbage with him.

After Dumbledore left, the room went from being breathless to becoming slightly lively. They were concerned about Harry's mental state, so they didn't make too much noise, and they didn't disturb Harry. Instead, they whispered to each other in low voices.

Viktor and Cedric were chatting animatedly. They looked in Harry's direction while chatting, not knowing what they were talking about.

Louis didn't care what everyone was gossiping about, but took out the evil counter and walked to Harry's side.

"Madam Pomfrey, where is the Supreme Being?" Louis asked while playing with the evil counter.

Madam Pomfrey walked to the next door and whispered something. After a while, the Supreme Korfan came over, playing with a jar made of polished Kepa amber in his hand.

"The Awakener." Supreme Korfan saw Louis and said hello, then looked at the evil counter in Louis' hand, and clicked and said: "Put down the gadget in your hand, Awakener, we This thing is not needed to check the evil power..."

"Oh? What do you need?" Lewis became interested.

The Supreme Korfan knocked on his compound eyes and made a tinkling sound: "Believe in my eyes - even the gadgets in your hands are designed based on the characteristics of my compound eyes."

"Well, it seems that my class is doing something wrong." Louis smiled and picked up the evil energy counter.

The Supreme Korfan nodded and walked to Harry's side with crab steps. He looked up and down. After a while, he took out a small purple and white insect from Harry's shoulder.

"It seems that they are still dishonest and actually played such a little trick." Supreme Korfan threw the insect into the jar in his hand. "I just accept this kind of good thing. There is still no research on how to resist the erosion of evil energy. Need its help, Awakener..."

"Just take it, you don't need to ask my opinion." Louis didn't care that Korfan took away a bug.

Supreme Korfan nodded and said: "I have checked the body of this male human larvae, and there is no sign of evil energy erosion. There is only the little bug just now, but it has been removed, so there is no sign of it. Nothing to worry about.”

"Thank you for your hard work, Supreme One." Louis said with a smile.

After Korfan left, Sirius worriedly touched Harry's back again, and was slapped by Aunt Molly.

"I believe the strange-looking doctor just now, Sirius," Molly said with some annoyance, "What Harry needs now is to rest. I think you should give him some space to rest."

Sirius scratched his paws, not sure where to put them, but at least he knew not to disturb Harry anymore.

"Is he going to be okay?" Ron looked at Harry worriedly, "Oh my god, I can't imagine what it's like to face Voldemort..."

"He will be fine." Madam Pomfrey said kindly, "Don't worry, young man, at Harry's age, he recovers the fastest. You don't need to worry."

With that, Madam Pomfrey handed Harry a set of pajamas and closed the curtain around him.

Harry quickly removed his robes, put on his pajamas, and climbed into bed.

Everyone came around from the curtain and sat on the chairs on both sides of him. Ron and Hermione looked at him almost cautiously, as if they were a little afraid of disturbing him.

"I'm fine," he told them, "Actually, I'm just too tired. Don't look at me like that, as if I'm a fragile person made of dough."

Aunt Molly stroked his sheets softly, with tears in her eyes. Sirius was also like a male mother, with a gentle expression that made Harry want to fuck him.

Madam Pomfrey had just hurried to her office and came back with a small bottle and a goblet. The bottle contained a purple potion.

"You need to drink it all, Harry," she said. "This medicine will give you such a dreamless sleep that almost as soon as you close your eyes, a whole day has passed when you open them again."

"Is it really so magical?" Louis became interested. His grandfather has been suffering from insomnia, as well as his uncle and aunt. The elderly's sleep quality is not good and it is difficult to fall asleep. I hope this kind of thing can help them.

Of course, the most important thing is that with this potion, there is no need to think too much about Christmas gifts this year.

Madam Pomfrey shook the small bottle, and the purple potion in the bottle shone charmingly. She looked at the small bottle and said, "Of course it's magical. You should have learned how to prepare this potion in class... If you want it, I suggest you go to your dean, Professor Snape, after all, he also prepared the potion in my hand..."