The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The trio supported each other and walked towards Hogwarts.

Several people remained silent along the way, seeming to have their own thoughts.

It wasn't until he was about to enter the castle that Ron sighed and said:

"I don't know if Hagrid understood what you said."

"I bet he didn't take it to heart." Harry said gloomily, "That's just the kind of person he is, and he doesn't know how vicious Umbridge is."

Hermione glanced at them angrily and said in a firm voice:

"Then we'll go find him tomorrow. I'll help him prepare lessons if necessary. I don't care about firing Trelawney, but she can't get rid of Hagrid!"

Hearing this, Harry and Ron also nodded.

Then I felt a little relieved and quickened my pace.

But when they approached the castle gate, they found Madam Pomfrey in white robe standing on the castle steps with a serious expression.

"Harry, maybe I should tie your legs up so you remember that you are still a patient!"

Madam Pomfrey snapped.

Hearing this, Harry shrank his neck and retorted in a low voice:

"Yes, it was Dumbledore who asked me..."

"Then I should tie up his legs too!" Madam Pomfrey's voice became even sharper. "Now, immediately, lie back on the hospital bed! You must lie there for three days!"

"But I have to go tomorrow..."

"No buts!"

After Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, two strong female volunteers walked out from both sides of Madam Pomfrey and carried Harry back to the castle.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, both at a loss. They were stunned for a while before chasing away.

The group entered the ward arguing.

The number of people here has not decreased because of Harry's previous departure.

Neville, Ginny, George, Fred, Angelina...

Everyone still surrounded Harry's hospital bed with worried faces.

"Okay, the patient needs to rest, everyone get out of here now!"

Madam Pomfrey ordered Harry to be pressed down on the hospital bed, and then said coldly to everyone.

Hearing this, Neville was frightened and instinctively hid his head behind Ginny, unaware that Ginny's thin body could not hide his fat body.

George and Fred were also regular customers of the infirmary.

They were laughing and joking with Madam Pomfrey, and were finally dragged out by their ears.

Taking advantage of the time that George and Fred bought, everyone began to ask Harry about the situation and say goodbye.

To be honest, Harry was very moved by this.

Looking at the sincere and worried faces in front of him, Harry realized that he had made so many good friends.

However, this feeling did not last long.

Because Angelina's beautiful depressed face soon appeared in front of him.

Facing Angelina, Harry's eyes were a little wandering and he didn't quite look at her.

He has been in solitary confinement at Umbridge's place since the beginning of the school year this year and has been unable to participate in the Quidditch team's training several times. Angelina is already very dissatisfied with this.

The reason why Angelina chose to stay in school this time was because she wanted to take advantage of the Christmas vacation to help Harry resume training.

And now...

Feeling Angelina's eyes full of resentment, Harry felt like he was about to break into a cold sweat.

He forced a smile to Angelina and wanted to explain something, but then Madam Pomfrey suddenly returned to the ward.

"Aren't you going to leave yet!?"

With an angry shout from Madam Pomfrey, the crowd in the ward finally retreated.

Harry had mixed feelings.

He didn't know why, but he always had a premonition.

This Christmas, it seems, will not be too peaceful.

……

Ceredigion.

In a manor with closed doors and windows.

Voldemort put his hand on his forehead, closed his eyes tightly, and leaned on a huge throne, seeming to be sleeping or thinking.

Barty Crouch Jr., wearing a pure black samurai uniform, was hiding in the darkness behind Voldemort, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, serving as a warning for Voldemort.

Farther away, the short, fat and bald Peter Pettigrew was already covered in cold sweat.

His right hand, which had been repaired by Voldemort before, was gone again.

This is Moody's masterpiece.

The opponent's thunderbolt explosion completely shattered half of his arm, and also shattered his wand that he had snatched from the hands of some unlucky guy.

In the room outside, there were many wounded like him.

This is all caused by their recent crazy development and exploration of ancient ruins, as well as their fight with the Order of the Phoenix.

In terms of battle loss ratio alone, it can be said that they were completely destroyed by the Order of the Phoenix who adopted guerrilla tactics.

Fortunately, the cruel war has finally come to an end.

Their master Voldemort had not long ago issued an order for them to temporarily return to the country of Yu for hibernation and training.

Peter Pettigrew felt sincerely happy at the thought that he no longer had to fight against the lunatics of the Order of the Phoenix.

With an undetectable smile on his lips, Peter Pettigrew wiped his sweat with his remaining left hand.

But he was just halfway through this action when Barty Crouch Jr.'s crazy gaze that did not conceal his murderous intent locked onto him.

A disgusting and flattering smile instinctively appeared on Little Barty's face, which made Little Barty look away in disgust.

"Mad! Mad!"

Pettigrew cursed inwardly.

The pressure he was under by staying with Voldemort was too much.

Especially that Barty Crouch Jr.

This guy had gone completely crazy like the Death Eaters he'd seen in the past.

His eyes were always crazy. The difference was that when he looked at others, their eyes were filled with murderous madness, but when he looked at Voldemort, they were filled with fanatical admiration.

Pettigrew had no doubt that a lunatic like Barty Jr. would dare to raise his wand at anyone as long as Voldemort opened his mouth.

Lowering his head, Pettigrew began to slowly move towards the fireplace.

Although the green magical flames burning in the fireplace could not provide him with much heat, it was still much better than being enveloped in a cold darkness.

"Peter, how's the situation in Azkaban?"

A gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the empty room.

Pettigrew, who was only halfway through the journey, suddenly trembled, stood at attention and said:

"Master! The dementors have agreed to preliminary negotiations with us, but they don't want to completely surrender to them. They said..."

Pettigrew paused, and seeing that Voldemort still had his eyes closed, with no dissatisfaction on his face, he continued, "They said that if they want to become their allies, they need us to first prove that we are stronger than the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, what else?"

"What else?" Pettigrew instinctively repeated, but quickly responded, "Oh! Yes! Ms. Lestrange! We have already contacted Ms. Lestrange. She heard that you Overjoyed to be back, let me offer you her and the other Death Eaters' heartiest congratulations, and say..."

"Say the point!"

"I'm so sorry!" Pettigrew's head almost dropped to his shoes, "She put the things you asked her to keep in the Lestrange family's vault in Gringotts!"

After saying that, Pettigrew took out a thick brass key, held it in both hands and raised it above his head.

Voldemort's pair of golden snake eyes opened.

He didn't look at Pettigrew, his eyes swept across the brass key, and finally fell on the green flames in the fireplace.

Hufflepuff's golden cup.

This was a Horcrux he had entrusted to Bellatrix Lestrange for safekeeping.

At the same time, he also gave his teenage notebook to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping.

There is no doubt that this is a great trust.

It's a pity that Malfoy failed him.

If it weren't for Malfoy, the current situation would never be like this.

He will not become a so-called... No. 4.

Voldemort's fists were clenched tightly.

As long as he thinks of those three black shadows, the flames of anger will be uncontrollable and ignite from his body.

The air pressure in the room suddenly became extremely low. Pettigrew, who had bent down and bowed his head, could no longer bear the difficulty of breathing and knelt on the ground. But even so, his hands holding the keys were still raised high. .

"Little Barty, my most loyal servant."

Voldemort's voice sounded again, and Barty Crouch Jr., whose eyes were full of fanaticism, stepped forward and took a heavy step.

"Take this key and bring back my golden cup. Be careful not to let anyone discover it."

"Yes! My master!"

Little Barty Crouch knelt on the ground and kissed a corner of Voldemort's robe, then stood up, took the key, and walked out with his head held high.

As the footsteps gradually faded away, Voldemort stood up and stood in front of the window.

He opened the curtains and stared at the gloomy sky in the distance, his expression gradually turning cold.

Horcruxes are the most critical existence.

As long as he can get the Horcrux, he has a chance to reverse the current situation.

The premise is that he must hide it from everyone, including the three guys who call themselves numbers!

In this regard, he actually has an advantage.

After all, he was the one who hid the Horcrux back then.

However, having an advantage does not mean that you will be successful.

Like the Slytherin locket in the grotto before, he originally planned to secretly retrieve it himself.

But the result?

First, the Order of the Phoenix knew the news, and then they all knew it on the 1st.

As a result, the grotto became a battlefield for both of them.

But he, the real victim, became a bystander.

Fortunately, the locket in the grotto was transferred to a traitor.

This should be the best result. After all, if this thing falls into the hands of No. 1, it will be the most fatal.

And Dumbledore...

Voldemort couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows again, and a ferocious smile appeared on his lips.

His brain was inexplicably connected to the legendary Harry Potter.

But it's different from Harry.

As one of the most powerful Legilimency masters in the world, he had already discovered this.

Harry's brain was like a sieve to him.

He immediately blocked Harry's perception of him, and at the same time secretly peeked into Harry's brain, and learned about Dumbledore and Link's intelligence through Harry.

Even the precognitive dreams Harry had before were images that he actively transmitted to the past.

The purpose is to allow Harry to contact Dumbledore and learn about the current situation of the Order of the Phoenix.

Judging from the results, this tactic is simply perfect.

Although the stupid half-giant didn't know where the safe houses of the other Order members were, he also leaked the news that the Order was unable to fight and had entered a state of silence.

Now, one of the two organizations that gave him the most headaches has gone silent.

The other is focusing on the affairs of other overseas countries and has no time to intervene in his side's affairs for the time being.

With such a perfect situation, the gold cup can always be returned to his hands, right?

If not, then there is no need for Barty to come back.

Outside the window, dark clouds have gathered, and there are faint thunders shuttled between the clouds, making bursts of muffled sounds.

Little Barty, who had already changed into a silk robe, also walked out of the villa, got into the carriage that had been prepared, and was about to leave for Gringotts.

Seemingly noticing Voldemort's gaze, little Barty glanced towards the window sill thoughtfully, and happened to catch Voldemort's gaze.

A flush appeared on little Barty's face, and regardless of being in a small compartment, he stood up and bowed excitedly to Voldemort.

Voldemort also smiled and nodded.

But... there is a deep coldness hidden in this smile.

……

The next day.

In a ward at Hogwarts.

Harry woke up from a deep sleep and stretched greatly.

Listen to the crisp sound in the joints of your body.

Harry was in an extremely happy mood - it meant he would continue to grow taller.

crunch--

The door opens.

Professor McGonagall, wearing a brown robe, walked in and said expressionlessly:

"You finally woke up. Do you know what time it is?"

Hearing this, Harry instinctively glanced at the clock in the corner. The time displayed on it was 1 minutes to 5 p.m.

In other words, lunch is almost over?

Looking at the expression on Professor McGonagall's face, Harry's heart instantly rose to his throat.

No one knew better than him how strict Professor McGonagall was.

Although Professor McGonagall will not punish the behavior of sleeping in, she will definitely 'educate' her.

And while Harry was anxiously waiting for the storm to come, he saw a rare smile appear on Professor McGonagall's face and said:

"How did you sleep last night? Do you still have nightmares?"

"No, I slept well!"

Harry said without hesitation.

It's not like he was lying.

The nightmare last night did not reappear, and it was precisely because of this that he had the most comfortable sleep he had had in a while, so that his body was now numb and comfortable.

After a pause, Harry still hesitated and explained:

"I didn't mean to get up so late. As you can see, I was unconscious for so long, which messed up my biological clock. In fact, I was ready to go to bed before 8 o'clock last night, but I just couldn't fall asleep. …”

"Okay, okay, kid, no one will punish you for sleeping in." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "Don't forget, it's the Christmas holiday now."

After saying that, seeing that Harry was obviously relieved, Professor McGonagall shook her head and said while walking towards the door:

"But it's really time for you to get up. Your friends have been waiting in the corridor for a long time, and they also brought you lunch that you couldn't catch."

"and many more!"

Harry's sudden shout stopped Professor McGonagall, and she turned her head to look at him in confusion.

"Professor McGonagall," Harry's expression became serious, "I want to see Professor Dumbledore again! Can you take me there?"