HP: The Shadow Returns

Harry, who was still in shock, was now in the principal's room, telling the story of the situation with great excitement.

"I have never seen that manor, Huerta. She stole those dragons. I saw them all. Ron's brother is innocent!"

The atmosphere in the office was very solemn.

Dumbledore was sitting in his chair in a trance. The old man's expression could not be seen clearly in the dim light. His eyes were always on the teleportation key that Harry pinched and handed to him.

Snape and McGonagall looked understanding, and then fell into deep thought. Snape secretly touched his little arm and asked

"Dumbledore, how did you know that Potter would be in danger? Barty Crouch Jr., you had already seen him?"

Their eyes were all focused on the old man, but Dumbledore remained silent. The moonlight reflected on his back, and his blue eyes were full of exhaustion.

"What will the Ministry of Magic say?" McGonagall clenched her hands nervously.

"Stop pinning your hopes on the Ministry of Magic."

Snape's face was still gloomy. If even the great Dumbledore couldn't do anything, the losers in the Ministry of Magic would be in vain.

"There are still trustworthy people in the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice low, reminding them of the real Moody who had just been rescued from the big box.

He was controlled by Barty Crouch Jr. using the Imperius Curse for a whole semester, maybe more.

"But Voldemort is resurrected. I'm not lying. He will come back. I watched him change from a humanoid thing to a naked person with my own eyes."

"Besides, there is Huerta, the two of them together are a disaster!"

Harry's heart became more and more anxious, and the movements of his hands continued to move back and forth.

At the same time, I was very glad that Cedric was eliminated at the last moment, otherwise he would have been dead or alive from now on.

"I think you need to rest now, Harry. We still have time and can talk slowly. I'm still here." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said to Harry Potter, who was extremely emotionally unstable.

"But..."

"Go get some rest, kid."

Dumbledore gently drove him out of the office, where again the professors' heated discussions could be heard.

Harry Potter, who was thinking a lot, was not sleepy at all. He sat on the sofa in the Gryffindor lounge, staring blankly at the burning flame, just like the flame that resurrected Voldemort at night.

Ron seemed to have telepathy and walked out of the stairs, slowly moving over to sit with him.

"Do you believe what I say, Ron?" He took a long breath and asked still looking at the flames.

"Of course I believe you, brother. We have all seen that crazy woman, Merlin. I should write a letter to let my father pay attention. He will definitely attack the Ministry of Magic first."

Ron looked at Harry's sad look, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, analyzing it carefully.

"Besides, Dumbledore is here. He is the greatest white wizard of this century. With him here, there won't be any big problems."

Harry nodded stiffly, not sure if he heard it or not. He felt that he should not cause any more trouble to the old man. Dumbledore also seemed worried about all this today.

Although he always had that expression.

Harry thought for a long time, then turned to look out the window at the gloomy weather, with thick black clouds covering the sky.

Maybe the war is about to begin, he thought.

The final winner of the Triwizard Cup is Harry Potter, a person who everyone didn't think much of at the beginning, but he doesn't look happy now.

Even a little melancholy, because Harry not only brought victory, but also brought news of the Dark Lord's resurrection.

But few people believe this. The Ministry of Magic even refuted this rumor in the Daily Prophet. They said

"This is just an illusion the savior had because the game was too tense."

Many people believed them and believed the Ministry of Magic.

Minister of Magic Fudge even said that this is nonsense. The Ministry of Magic has been operating the entire magical world with a safe and effective measure. If there is any trouble, they will know immediately.

That adds a lot of persuasiveness, but a lot of the credit goes to Rita Skeeter, who remains a staff reporter on this story.

At the same time, several children of pure-blood families related to Death Eaters all received a secret letter from the family.

(You must make every effort to make friends with Sansaro Nasitan.)

Draco didn't quite understand what his father's letter meant. He had been friends with Sansaro since the first grade, hadn't he.

Is there any other meaning?

But after learning the truth

He looked at Virta who was sitting across the long table. She and Theodore, who was still pale, were still close to each other.

Suddenly, the news about the two of them going to the competition came to mind, and his face suddenly turned pale.

So...it's really her?

"What's wrong?" Astoria felt his mood change, so she leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, I just feel that Potter is not worthy of such a high honor." Draco covered it up and changed the subject with a smile.

"Oh, I knew it." The blonde girl shook her head helplessly and put a piece of veal steak on his plate.

"If you have time to think about that, you might as well eat more food. Now I'm thinking about what I should wear to Senior Nasitan's engagement party."

"You mean during the summer vacation?" Draco wiped the sauce on his fingers, was silent for a moment, and then turned to ask.

"Yes, you should have known this for a long time."

"Yeah, let me pick you up and go with me."

Astoria raised her eyebrows playfully, opened and closed her pink lips, and immediately agreed.

"Okay, I reluctantly agreed."

Draco let out a forced chuckle, "It's a real pleasure."

Wilta's cool eyes glanced at Cho Chang who sneaked over to the Hufflepuff table and looked at Cedric huddled together, and then looked at the Gryffindor trio.

Hermione looked normal, but she would be distracted from time to time. Krum was always caring and comforting her next to her.

Huerta's eyes flashed, and a somewhat evil idea flashed in her mind.

Hermione suddenly felt a cold feeling on her back, and her heart suddenly trembled hard. She turned around suddenly and found nothing. When Krum saw her movements, he lowered his head worriedly and asked.

"Are you okay, Hermione?"

"Thank you Krum, but it's Hermione. I know you can't pronounce this name correctly, but it doesn't matter." She rubbed her head.

Suddenly I felt a little sleepy.

This annoying feeling of sleepiness came again... Hermione gritted her teeth and sat here firmly. She didn't want to go to sleep no matter what. She felt like she was sleeping all the time and was rarely awake.

But I feel very tired when I get up. Is this an illusion...

Something feels wrong.

"Okay kids!"

At this time, Dumbledore's voice spread loudly throughout the entire auditorium, and all the food on the table disappeared.

"We're going to talk about something today! About the recent rumors." He waved his hands seriously to draw everyone's attention to him.

Dumbledore was dressed in costume and stood on the podium. What surprised everyone next was that he told the truth about Voldemort's return without hesitation, and reminded everyone that

"I hope everyone will be prepared to protect themselves as much as possible while guarding against danger."