[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

A few more minutes passed before Dumbledore spoke. "I have to go downstairs," he said at last. "I have to keep Barty Crouch Jr. safe. Winter, drink the rest of the potion. I'll come back to visit you all later."

Dumbledore left, Winter fell weakly on the pillow, and no one spoke in the whole room for a long time.

"You have to drink the rest of the potion, Winter," Mrs. Weasley said at last. When she reached for the medicine bottle and goblet, she gently pushed the bag of gold coins on Harry's bedside table. "Harry, you can think about what you are going to buy with the bonus!"

"I don't want those gold coins," Harry said calmly, without any enthusiasm in his voice, "You can take it. Anyone can take it."

"It's not your fault, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said softly.

"Harry, listen, you are such a kind person. I can't blame you. I believe that even if you had to do it over a hundred times, you would still make that choice. You are not wrong, we have no loss, Harry, we All alive." Winter comforted.

"But I brought him back..." Harry looked very decadent.

"Harry, he will definitely come back. He will definitely try every means to come back. It's not your fault, it's just that he's too cunning." Winter said.

Mrs. Weasley placed the potion next to Winter, bent down, put her arms around Harry, and then around Winter. "Okay, you two can take a nap after drinking the potion."

Suddenly, there was a banging sound, and Hermione stood by the window, holding something tightly in her hand.

"Come on, let's drink together." Winter raised the potion, and the two clinked their glasses in a serious manner. The effect was immediate. The two of them just fell asleep.

When Winter woke up, she and Harry were the only two people in the entire school infirmary. "Winter, why are you so familiar with Barty Crouch Jr. and Snape?" Harry took the opportunity to ask him. Confused, "Why do you know that Voldemort is back?"

"Hey... Harry, to tell you the truth," Winter continued to lie, "Our family is a bit special... We have the ability to predict, so I can see Cedric's danger. As soon as I think about it, I know... "

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Harry was a little annoyed.

"Harry, many things cannot be changed. If they are changed, it will cause extremely terrible consequences. Our ability means that we have to bear more." Winter was pleased to see a sudden realization on Harry's face. expression.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have been angry with you," Harry said.

Mr. and Mrs. Diggory and Cedric were very grateful to Winter for saving their son. "Thank you... thank you dear, I don't know what I would do without you..." Cedric's mother repeated her thanks over and over again, even though Winter had said no thank you many times.

"Mum went and asked Dumbledore if you could come directly to our house this summer," Ron said to Harry, "but Dumbledore still wants you to go back to the Dursleys, at least to them first."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Mum said Dumbledore had his own reasons," Ron said, shaking his head sadly, "I guess we should believe him, right?"

Now that there was no Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they had those hours free to do as they pleased. So, they took advantage of one of Starsburg's afternoon classes to visit Hagrid in his hut below.

It was a bright sunny day. As soon as they approached, Fang jumped out of the open door and shouted happily. Hagrid strode over to greet them. They walked into Hagrid's hut, and Hagrid came from I took out some cups from the cupboard. He made tea and brought a plate of rock cakes to share with everyone. Then he leaned on the chair and looked at Harry and Winter carefully with his dark eyes. "How are you two?" he asked gruffly.

"Very good," said Harry.

"Well, I knew he'd come back," said Hagrid. "I've known it all these years. I knew he was out there, biding his time. It had to happen. Well, now that it has, we have to Face it. We have to fight. We can stop him from gaining power and dominating the world. That was Dumbledore's plan. Dumbledore, what a wonderful man he is. As long as he's around, I'm not too worried."

"Cough cough cough..." Winter has been coughing for more than a month and is still not feeling better. However, except for the cough, all other symptoms are gone. She doesn't want to see others worried, "It's okay, it's an old problem."

"What did Dumbledore ask you to do, Hagrid?" Harry asked. "That night, he sent Cedric to ask you and Madame Maxime to meet him."

"Find me something to do this summer," Hagrid said, "but it's confidential. I can't tell, not even to you. Olim... what you call Madame Maxime, might Come with me. I think she will, and it looks like I've convinced her."

"Does this have anything to do with Voldemort?" Hermione asked.

Hagrid shrank back in fear at the name.

"Probably," he said vaguely, "Okay... who wants to come with me to see the last squid? I'm kidding... I'm kidding!" Seeing the expressions on their faces, he hurriedly added .

When Winter, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the Great Hall, they found that this year's banquet was not so lively, but fortunately, Winter thought, at least it was not the black curtain in the original book.

The real Mad-Eye Moody now sits at the staff table, his wooden legs and enchanted eyes back in their original positions. He seemed extremely nervous and jumped up whenever anyone spoke to him. Karkaroff's seat was empty. Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid. They were talking quietly about something. Over at the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape.

Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the staff table. "Another year," Dumbledore looked at everyone and said, "It's over."

"I have much to say to all of you tonight," said Dumbledore, "but I would like you all to stand up and toast each other."

Everyone stood up one after another, and the sound of benches moving was heard in the auditorium. They all raised their goblets in toasts to those around them, and Winter saw Cedric raise his glass to her across the table.

"I want to tell you something," Dumbledore said after asking everyone to sit down. "Voldemort has returned."

Nervous murmurs filled the auditorium. Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this." Dumbledore continued. "Some parents of my classmates may be shocked by what I did, either because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back, or because they think I I shouldn't tell you this, after all, you are still young. However, I believe that telling the truth is always better than lying."

At this time, every face in the auditorium turned towards Dumbledore, with shock and fear written on every face... "We must also mention another person," Dumbledore continued, "Of course , I’m talking about Harry Potter.”

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

"Harry Potter escaped the clutches of Voldemort," Dumbledore said. "He showed fearlessness in all aspects. Very few wizards can show this kind of spirit when facing Voldemort's power. For this reason , I pay my respects to him." Dumbledore turned to Harry solemnly and raised his goblet again. Almost everyone in the Great Hall did so, except for some Slytherins.

"I believe...I really hope I'm mistaken...I believe we are all going to face dark and difficult times."

After the banquet, the four Harrys, together with other fourth-year classmates, waited in the crowded foyer for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station. It was another beautiful and pleasant summer day, but Winter was not happy at all.

"I wonder how Durmstrang's classmates will go back," Ron said. "Do you think they can still sail that ship without Karkaroff?"

"Karkaroff is not at the helm," said a hoarse, dull voice. "He stays in the cabin, and we do all the work."

Krum came to say goodbye to Hermione. "Can I say a few words to you?" he asked Hermione.

"Oh... okay... okay." Hermione said, with a slight blush on her face, and followed Krum through the crowd and disappeared.

"You'd better hurry!" Ron shouted into her background, "The carriage will be here soon!"

The two men returned soon, and Hermione had a very calm look on her face.

"Have you found a new headmaster?" Harry asked.

Krum shrugged. He held out his hand, as Fleur had done, and shook hands with Harry, Ron, and Winter respectively.

From the look on Ron's face, he seemed to be suffering from some painful inner conflict. Krum was about to walk away when Ron suddenly said: "Can you sign your name for me?" Krum seemed surprised and pleased, and signed a piece of parchment for Ron.

As they made their way back to King's Cross, the weather was nothing like it had been when they had arrived at Hogwarts last September. The sky was cloudless. After a long effort, Winter, Harry, Ron and Hermione finally found an empty compartment and sat in it. "Winter, can I... sit over here?" Cedric said enthusiastically at the door.

"Of course, come in." Winter moved to the side and let Cedric sit over. She obviously didn't notice how gloomy Harry's face was.

As the train drove them south, they talked enthusiastically about what measures Dumbledore would take now to prevent Voldemort from rising again. They did not stop talking until the trolley bringing lunch came.

When Hermione came back from buying food at the trolley and put the money back in her schoolbag, she took out a copy of the Daily Prophet that she had kept in her schoolbag and said calmly: "The newspaper didn't say anything. I check it every day and they only sent a text message the day after the third event saying Harry won the Triwizard Cup. They didn't even mention Cedric, let alone Winter, They said nothing about it. If you ask me, I think Fudge forced their silence."

"He couldn't silence Rita," Harry said. "Rita wouldn't let such a great story go." "Oh, Rita hasn't written anything since the third project." Min said, she seemed to be trying hard to restrain something, her voice was a little strange.

"To tell you the truth," she added, her voice trembling, "Rita Skeeter won't be writing anything else for a while. Unless she wants me to reveal her secret."

"What are you talking about?" said Ron.

"I finally figured out how she overheard other people's secret conversations when she shouldn't have entered the venue. Winter gave me inspiration." Hermione said in one breath, "That's it..." Hermione suppressed her pride. Emotionally, her voice trembled slightly, "She is an unregistered Animagus." Hermione took out a small, sealed glass jar from her bag. "She can turn into a beetle." "

"You've got to be kidding me," Ron said.

"Hermione waved the glass jar at them. There were a few branches and leaves in the glass jar, and a big fat beetle. Hermione said with a beaming face, "I caught hers on the window sill of the ward. If you look closely, you'll notice that the markings around the beetle's antennae are exactly the same as those ugly glasses she wears. "

Hermione took the glass jar back from Ron and looked at the beetle with a smile, who was buzzing angrily through the glass.

"I told her I would let her out as soon as we got back to London," Hermione said. "I put a holding charm on the jar so she couldn't change shape. I told her not to write for a year. Something. Let’s see if she can get over her bad habit of slandering and insulting others.”

"It's really yours." Winter gave a thumbs up. Cedric looked at the small glass jar curiously.