HP meets at Hogwarts

An sat at the table in the dormitory, she was the only one in the whole dormitory, white hot candles floated in the air, shining brightly, illuminating every item on the table.

There was a book spread out on the table, and An actually didn't read any of the words in the book. After sitting for a while, An had to admit that she couldn't calm down to read the book.

Sighing helplessly, An closed the book and stood up. She opened the drawer and grabbed a small black box from the inside. When she opened it, there was a blues harmonica glowing with silver.

The guitar is too conspicuous, CDs cannot be played at Hogwarts at all, there is a strong magical magnetic field around Hogwarts Castle, and all things that use electricity cannot be used around Hogwarts.

The harmonica was the best instrument choice, and Ann took the harmonica out of the dormitory and came to the common room.The common room was also empty, and looked up at the transparent crystal ceiling. Ann walked out of the common room with a harmonica and came to the first floor of the castle. The cheers grew louder.

An followed the empty corridor to the other side of the castle, then went down the stairs to the kitchen on the basement floor.The house-elves were all excited to see Ann.

"How about I play a tune for you today?" Ann asked holding the harmonica.The house-elves were all overjoyed, and even Winky put down his butterbeer bottle.

Ann played several tunes in a row, and each tune won bursts of applause at the end. The house elves gave Ann a lot of face, but a large part of it was because no one had ever played a tune for them before.

Tired from blowing, Ann drank a glass of pumpkin juice in one gulp, waved to the house-elf, and walked out of the kitchen.Feeling much more relaxed than before, Ann put the harmonica in her pocket.Walking quickly back to Slytherin's dormitory, An took a book from the dormitory, and started to read it leisurely.

But the quiet time didn't last long. The people in the dormitory were knocked away with a bang. Fanny came in with a face full of horror. Seeing Ann, she pulled Ann up and ran out without saying a word.

"What's going on..." An didn't finish speaking, and Pansy, Millis and the others who came into the dormitory all had a very scared look on their faces.

And when An staggered to the common room, he found that everyone had the same expressions, as if they had experienced something particularly terrifying, and there were a few first-year girls with tears on their faces.

Fanny took Ann and ran all the way to the school hospital in the castle, and opened the door to enter. There were countless quarrels inside, and Fanny let go of Ann's hand, which made Ann breathe a sigh of relief. It was the first time she knew that Fanny could run so fast. Come on, Ann gasped.

Then she saw clearly who was in the school hospital. Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and Hermione were all surrounded by Madam Pomfrey who seemed to be in a state of distress. They were all asking about Harry's situation and whereabouts.

Ann pushed in the door and interrupted their momentary quarrel, but then Mrs Weasley started asking again.Hermione walked to Ann's side, her face also had a horrified expression, she hadn't recovered from seeing Cedric's body and Harry's disappearance.

An managed to catch her breath, and asked stammeringly, "It happened..." But she didn't finish speaking, and was interrupted by the door pushing.

In came Dumbledore, Harry and a big black dog.Everyone looked towards the door, and Mrs. Weasley let out a suppressed exclamation.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!"

She ran towards Harry, but Dumbledore stepped forward and got between them.

"Molly," he said, holding up a hand, "please listen to me first. Harry has had a terrible ordeal tonight. He just recounted it to me. What he needs now is sleep." , peace and tranquility. If he wants you to stay with him," he added, looking around at Ron, Hermione, Bill, Ann, and Fanny, "you can stay. But I don't want you to ask him Any question, unless he is willing to answer it himself, is absolutely not allowed tonight."

Mrs. Weasley nodded.She was very pale.She turned to Ron, Hermione, and Bill suddenly, as if they were arguing.She lowered her voice and taught: "Did you hear that? He needs to be quiet!"

"Principal," Madam Pomfrey said, staring at Sirius' black dog, "may I ask, what is this—"

"This dog will stay with Harry for a while," said Dumbledore simply. "I assure you, it is very well trained. Harry - I will wait until you are in bed."

"After I went to see Fudge, I came back to see you, Harry." Dumbledore said, "I hope you will stay here tomorrow, after I have finished speaking to the teachers and students in the school." After finishing speaking, he said gone.

Madam Pomfrey led Harry to the next bed, and the others in the ward watched silently.Harry stopped when he reached the bed, and looked at Moody lying on a bed at the far end of the room.

"Is he all right?" Harry asked.

"He'll be all right," Madam Pomfrey said, giving Harry a set of pajamas and drawing the curtains around him.He took off his robe, changed into pajamas, and climbed into bed.

The others immediately went around the curtain and sat on the chairs on both sides of Harry's bed. Fanny pulled Ann into it and stood beside him. Ron and Hermione sat on the chairs and watched Harry cautiously. .

"I'm fine," said Harry, "just tired."

Mrs. Weasley touched Harry's sheets needlessly, tears welling in her eyes.

Madam Pomfrey made a quick trip to her office and returned with a small bottle and a goblet containing a purple potion.

"You need to drink it all, Harry," she said, "this drug will give you a good night's sleep."

Harry took the glass and took a few sips.Immediately he fell asleep quickly and deeply.

Madam Pomfrey watched Harry fall asleep, and breathed a sigh of relief. She frowned and glanced at the big black dog sitting on the seat, but said nothing, but walked away around the curtain, she Need to go see Moody.

For a while, the ward was extremely quiet.Ann turned her head to look at the people around her, all of them were staring at Harry nervously and blankly.

Ann went around the curtain and walked towards Madam Pomfrey, who was checking on Moody with her wand.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Madam Pomfrey?" Ann asked in a low voice.

"Ah, Ann, are you here too? Oh, I don't know what happened tonight, they gave away a... Oh, poor child..." Madam Pomfrey sighed in a low voice.

Ann didn't speak, she just occasionally handed Madam Pomfrey tools and potions, Madam Pomfrey prepared five or six potions of different colors for Moody.

When Fanny realized that Ann was missing, she didn't rush to look for it, but quietly pulled La Hermione's robe.Hermione looked back at Fanny suspiciously.

Fanny whispered in Hermione's ear in the smallest voice, "Ann, she doesn't know anything now, I didn't tell her on the way here, and she didn't go to the game tonight. Do you want to tell her ?”

Hermione glanced at Harry who was sleeping, and nodded.Standing up, quietly walked out of the curtain.

But as soon as she took a few steps, she heard arguing outside the school hospital, and it became louder and louder.For a moment, everyone looked at the door.

"They'll wake him up if they don't shut up!" whispered Mrs. Weasley disapprovingly.

"What are they shouting about? Couldn't something happen again?" Ron muttered.

"It's Fudge's voice," whispered Mrs. Weasley. "It's Minerva McGonagall's voice, isn't it? But what are they arguing about?"

"It's a pity, but there's no way, Minerva—" cried Cornelius Fudge.

"You should never have brought it into the castle!" cried Professor McGonagall. "If Dumbledore finds out—"

The door of the school hospital was suddenly knocked open.Several people came out from behind the curtain, and no one noticed that Harry was awake.

Fudge strode into the sickroom.Professor McGonagall and Snape followed closely behind.

"Where's Dumbledore?" Fudge asked Mrs. Weasley.

"He's not here," said Mrs. Weasley angrily. "Minister, this is a ward, do you think you'd better—"

But at this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Dumbledore walked into the ward swiftly.

"What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore sternly, looking at Fudge and then at Professor McGonagall. "Why are you bothering these people here? You surprise me, Minerva—I called you Warden." Barty Crouch Jr.'s-"

"There's no need to watch him anymore, Dumbledore!" she screamed. "The Minister has made sure of that!"

"We told Mr. Fudge that we found out that the Death Eaters were responsible for tonight's events," said Snape in a low voice. "He seemed to feel that his personal safety was also in question. He must call a dementor to accompany him." He went into the castle. He brought the dementor into the office where Barty Crouch Jr. was—"

"I told him you wouldn't allow it, Dumbledore!" said Professor McGonagall angrily. "I told him you wouldn't allow dementors to set foot in the castle again, but—"

"My dear lady!" roared Fudge, "I, as Minister for Magic, have the right to decide whether I wish to have bodyguards, because I have to see a potentially very dangerous—"

But Professor McGonagall's voice overshadowed Fudge's.

"The guy—the guy came into the office," she screamed, pointing at Fudge, trembling all over, "he jumped at Crouch and just—just—"

Professor McGonagall was desperately looking for words to describe what had just happened, but everyone present knew or guessed what the Dementor had done.The Dementor must have given Barty Crouch Jr. that fatal kiss.It sucked Crouch's soul from his mouth.Crouch Jr. is now dying.

"According to various accounts, he deserved it!" said Fudge aggressively. "He seems to have caused the deaths of several people!"

"But he can't testify now, Connelly," said Dumbledore.He stared sharply at Fudge, and seemed to see him clearly for the first time. "He can't provide evidence as to why he killed those people."

"Why did he kill them? Hey, isn't that obvious!" said Fudge angrily. "He's a wandering lunatic! From what Minerva and Severus have told me, he seems to think he did Everything is in accordance with the will of the mysterious man!"

"Voldemort did dictate to him before, Connelly," said Dumbledore. "Those deaths were a by-product of carrying out Voldemort's comeback plan. That plan worked. Voldemort returned to his body."

Fudge was shocked, as if someone had hit him head-on.Blinking dazedly, he stared blankly at Dumbledore, as if he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.He stammered, his eyes still on Dumbledore.

"You-Know-Who... is back? Nonsense. Stop kidding, Dumbledore..."

"Minerva and Severus have undoubtedly told you," said Dumbledore, "that we have heard Barty Crouch Jr.'s confession. Under the influence of Veritaserum, he told us how he was secretly How about getting out of Azkaban, Voldemort - learned from Bertha Jorkins that he's still alive - freed him from his father and used him to get Harry. Tell you, the plan It worked. Crouch Jr. has helped Voldemort return."

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," said Fudge, with an unexpected smile on his face, "you—you can't really believe all this. You-Know-Who—is back? No kidding, no kidding. ... Needless to say, little Crouch may have thought he was acting on the orders of You-Know-Who - but how could such a lunatic be taken seriously, Dumbledore..."

"Tonight, when Harry touched the Triwizard Cup, he was sent directly to Voldemort," said Dumbledore firmly. "He witnessed Voldemort's return from the dead. You may as well come to my office and I will explain everything to you."

Dumbledore glanced at Harry and saw that Harry was already awake, but he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I can't allow you to ask Harry questions tonight."

Fudge still had the odd smile on his face.He looked at Harry, too, then turned his gaze back to Dumbledore, and said, "You - er - you're going to take Harry at his word, aren't you, Dumbledore?"

There was a moment's silence, and then Sirius barked.He raised his neck hair and showed Fudge his tusks.

"Of course I believe Harry," said Dumbledore, his eyes glowing now, "I've heard Crouch's confession, and I've heard Harry's account of what happened after he touched the Triwizard Cup; Their words are reasonable and explain everything that has happened since Bertha Jorkins disappeared last summer."

Fudge still had that weird smile on his face.He glanced at Harry again before replying:

"You're ready to believe that Voldemort has returned, to a deranged murderer and a child who...he..."

Fudge shot Harry another quick glance, and Harry instantly understood what he meant.

"You must be reading Rita Skeeter, Mr. Fudge," he said softly.

Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Fanny were all taken aback, none of them realizing that Harry was awake.

Fudge blushed slightly, but then a recalcitrant and stubborn look appeared on his face.

"Also I see," he said, looking at Dumbledore, "that you've been keeping certain things about the kid under wraps? He's a Parseltongue, isn't he? There's something odd about his behavior— "

"I suppose you're referring to the pain in the scar that Harry has been feeling?" said Dumbledore coldly.

"So, you admit that he's been feeling these pains all the time?" said Fudge quickly. "Headache? Nightmares? And maybe -- hallucinations?"

"Listen to me, Connelly," said Dumbledore, taking a step toward Fudge, "Harry is as sane and sensible as you and I. The scar on his forehead didn't confuse his mind. I believe, Harry's scars only hurt when Voldemort was lurking nearby or felt a special desire to kill."

Fudge took a half step back from Dumbledore, but his expression remained stubborn.

"Excuse me, Dumbledore, I've never heard of a spell scar like a bell before..."

"I saw Voldemort return with my own eyes!" Harry shouted.He struggled to get out of bed, but Mrs. Weasley held him back. "I saw the Death Eaters! I can name them! Lucius Malfoy—"

Snape moved abruptly, but as Harry looked at him, Snape's eyes turned to Fudge again.

"Malfoy was acquitted!" said Fudge, clearly offended. "A very old family—giving generously to a good cause—"

"McNeil!" Harry continued to call out the names.

"Also acquitted! Currently working at the Ministry of Magic!"

"Avery - Nott - Crabbe - Goyle -"

"You're just repeating the names of people who were judged not to be Death Eaters 13 years ago!" Fudge said angrily. "You can find those names in past trial reports! Look in the papers, Dumbledore — at the end of last year, the boy's head was full of queer tales made up—his lies got more and more outlandish, and you believed them all—the boy who could talk to snakes, Dumbledore, And you still think he's trustworthy?"

"You fool!" cried Professor McGonagall, "Cedric Diggory! Mr. Crouch! These deaths were not the random act of a madman!"

"I can't see why not!" cried Fosse, his face flushed purple, as angry as Professor McGonagall, "it seems to me that you are all determined to create a panic and destroy our thirteen years. Everything that has been painstakingly created!"

"Voldemort is back," said Dumbledore again. "Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most important step is to get Azkaban out of the trap." The control of the ghost—”

"Playing the piano!" cried Fudge again. "Remove the dementors? I'll be kicked out of the office if I make this suggestion! Half of us know there's a dementor on guard in Azkaban, and we won't be able to do it until night. Get some sleep!"

"Connelly, if we knew that you put Voldemort's most dangerous henchmen in charge of guarding those who would serve him at the beck and call, the rest of us would sleep less soundly!" said Dumbledore. It is impossible to be loyal to you, Fudge! Voldemort can provide them with far more power and pleasure than you can provide! Once Voldemort has the support of dementors behind him, his old buddies will return to him At that time, it will be difficult for you to prevent him from regaining the power he had 13 years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if there were no words to express his anger.

"The second measure you must take—and that must be done immediately," continued Dumbledore, "is to send a message to the Giant."

"Send someone to deliver a letter to the giant?" Fudge exclaimed, suddenly speaking again. "What kind of madness is this?"

"Give them the hand of friendship before it's too late," said Dumbledore, "or Voldemort will win them over. He's done it before, and of all wizards he alone can Offer them rights and liberties!"

"You—you must be joking!" Fudge gasped in surprise, shaking his head while shrinking back from Dumbledore, "If the wizarding world knows that I have dealings with giants—people will Giants hate it, Dumbledore - my career is over -"

"Connelly, you are too obsessed with your official position, which makes you lose your due judgment." Dumbledore said, his voice gradually increased, and people could feel the halo of power surrounding him, His eyes glowed again. "You place too much value on the so-called pure wizard blood! You have always been like this! You don't realize that it doesn't matter where a person comes from, what matters is what kind of person he grows into! Your dementor just wiped out a very The last member of an ancient wizarding family - look at the path that man has chosen in life! I'll tell you now - just follow my advice and take some steps and you will be remembered forever by the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world , will regard you as the bravest and greatest Minister for Magic who ever lived. If you do not act - history will remember it well: it was you who stood by and gave Voldemort a second chance to destroy what we have worked so hard to rebuild of this world!"

"Absurd," whispered Fudge, continuing to step back, "crazy..."

There was a silence.Madam Pomfrey stood stunned by Moody's bed, her hand over her mouth.Mrs. Weasley was still standing in front of Harry, her hands on his shoulders to keep him from getting up.Everyone else stared at Fudge in surprise, except Ann, who squinted and thought about the situation before her.

"If you are so obsessed with your own way, Connelly," said Dumbledore, "we will have to go our separate ways. You do as you see fit. I - I do my will."

There was nothing threatening in Dumbledore's voice, it sounded like a statement, but Fudge was furious, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a wand raised.

"Yes, yes, Dumbledore," he said, threateningly waving a finger, "I have always given you complete freedom. I have always held you in great esteem. I may not approve of some of your decisions, But I always keep silent. Not many people will allow you to hire werewolves, keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach students without consulting the Ministry of Magic. However, if you are going to turn against me—"

"The only thing I want to go against," said Dumbledore, "is Voldemort. If you go against him too, Connelly, then we're still on the same side."

Fudge couldn't seem to figure out how to answer.Unsteady on his little feet, he swayed back and forth for a moment, twirling his bowler hat with both hands.Finally, he spoke, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "He won't come back, Dumbledore, he can't..."

Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, raising the left sleeve of his robes as he went.He held out his arm to show Fudge, who recoiled in horror.

"See," said Snape hoarsely, "see. The Dark Mark. It's not as obvious as it was an hour ago, when it was charred black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eaters all have Voldemort's brand on them. This is a way for Death Eaters to identify each other, and it is also Voldemort's secret signal to call them back to him. When he touches the mark of a Death Eater, we must immediately Apparated, appeared next to him. The mark has been more and more obvious for a year. Karkaroff's is the same. Why do you say Karkaroff is running away tonight? We both feel the mark burning. We We all know he's back. Karkaroff fears Voldemort will retaliate against him. He's betrayed many of his fellow Death Eaters, and surely no one will welcome him back among them."

Fudge stepped back from Snape again.He kept shaking his head, as if he didn't catch what Snape was saying.His eyes widened, obviously horrified by the ugly markings on Snape's arm, and he looked up at Dumbledore and whispered, "I don't know what tricks you're playing with your people, Dumbledore, But I've heard enough. I don't want to say anything more. I'll be in touch with you tomorrow, Dumbledore, to discuss the way this school is run. I must go back to the Ministry."

He stopped at the door, turned, strode across the room, and stopped by Harry's bed.

"The prize you won," he said curtly, pulling a large bag of gold coins out of his pocket and dropping them on Harry's bedside table, "a thousand galleons. There was supposed to be a ceremony, but at this moment In this case..."

He put his bowler hat on his head, and went out of the room, closing the door behind him.As soon as he left, Dumbledore turned to look at the group by Harry's bed.

"There's some work to do," he said. "Molly . . . I can count on you and Arthur, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Of course not," said Mrs. Weasley.Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless, but her expression was resolute. "We know what kind of person Fudge is. It is precisely because Arthur likes Muggles that has hindered his development in the Ministry of Magic over the years. Fudge believes that Arthur lacks the dignity that a wizard should have."

"Well, I need to send a letter to Arthur," said Dumbledore. "To all those who can be persuaded to see the situation by us, we must immediately inform that Arthur has access to those in the Ministry of Magic." Not someone as short-sighted as Connelly."

"I'm going to see Daddy," Bill said, standing up. "I'm going right now."

"Great," said Dumbledore, "tell him what happened. Say I'll be in touch with him directly shortly. But he must proceed with caution. If Fudge thinks I'm meddling in the Ministry—"

"No problem, leave it to me," Bill said.

He patted Harry on the shoulder, kissed his mother on the cheek, then put on his cloak and strode out of the room.

"Minerva," said Dumbledore, turning to Professor McGonagall, "I expect to see Hagrid in my office later. And—Madame Maxime—if she will come too."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left without saying a word.

"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, "please, would you stop by Professor Moody's office? There you will find a house-elf named Winky in great distress. You try Soothe her and take her down into the kitchen. I think Dobby will take care of her for us."

"Okay—okay." Madam Pomfrey looked a little surprised, and then she also left.

Dumbledore looked again at Fanny and Ann.Ann knew that Dumbledore must tell some secrets next, and obviously he didn't want Fanny and himself to know.Because of their family, Fanny could only remain neutral. Ann, she didn't guess, but to be honest, she didn't want to be involved at all, which was just right.

"Fanny and I came here just to see what's wrong with Harry. Since Harry is fine, let's go back to the dormitory first." Ann said first.

Fanny also knew that she should not continue to listen to what happened next, so she followed Ann out of the gate of the school hospital.When Ann passed by Dumbledore and Snape, both of them gave Ann a meaningful look, and Ann walked over as if nothing had happened.

They went downstairs when Fanny said, "Ann..." She wanted to explain exactly what had happened.

"It's okay, you don't need to explain. I probably guessed what happened. You are tired tonight, so don't force it. Go back to the dormitory to rest early. It is best not to talk about what you just heard except telling your parents. .Anyway, they may not believe it..." An said.

Fanny nodded silently, but then she couldn't help asking, "Ann, do you think the mysterious man has really returned?"

"What do you think?" Ann asked.

"I..." Fanny paused, the things she heard since she was a child made her fear the mysterious man, she shook her head, "I don't know...but I believe Dumbledore is a good headmaster...this is My grandma said...I believe my grandma...Ann, what do you think?"

"Me?" Ann said, "Oh, I trust my uncle, he thinks what he thinks of me..."

"Ann, you don't answer at all..." Fanny was obviously dissatisfied with the answer.

"In any case, as two students, we don't need to worry so much. Professor Dumbledore must have his arrangements and ideas..."

"That's true, but why did Principal Dumbledore let Ron and Hermione stay there?" Fanny asked.

The three of them are the protagonists, so of course they have to be here.But Ann would definitely not say that.

"If I'm not mistaken, what Professor Dumbledore wants to order should be related to the three of them." Ann said casually.

The next day, Dumbledore addressed the whole school at breakfast, in which he asked that Harry be left alone, that no one should ask him questions, or pester him about what had happened that day in the maze.

And there was a banquet that night, the annual wrap-up leaving banquet, which was usually turned into a celebration, when the winners of the House Champions Cup would be announced.

Usually at the leaving banquet, the hall is decorated in the colors of the winning house.Tonight, however, a black curtain hangs on the wall behind the staff desk, in honor of Cedric.

The banquet was quieter than ever before, with not many people speaking or discussing.And when Dumbledore stood up from the teaching staff, the whole school was even more silent.

"Another year," said Dumbledore, looking at them all. "It's over."

He stopped talking and his eyes fell on the Hufflepuff table.Before Dumbledore stood up, the mood at this table was the most oppressive, and the faces at this table were also the saddest and palest in the entire auditorium.

"I have many things to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but first I must say with great sorrow that we have lost a very fine man who should have been sitting here," he pointed Referring to fellow Hufflepuffs, "Enjoy this dinner with us. I hope everyone will stand up and raise a glass to Cedric Diggory."

Everyone stood up one after another, and there was a sound of benches moving in the auditorium.They all raised their goblets and said in one low, deep voice, "Cedric Diggory."

"Cedric exemplified all the qualities that are characteristic of Hufflepuff House," continued Dumbledore. "He was a kind, loyal friend, a hardworking student, and a believer in fair play. His death made All of you were shocked, whether you knew him or not. So I think you have a right to know what happened."

Most of the students raised their heads and stared at Dumbledore.

"Cedric Diggory was killed by Voldemort."

There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium.Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.But the murmur didn't last long, and it fell silent again.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," continued Dumbledore. "Some of the parents of some of my classmates might be shocked by what I did - either because they couldn't believe that Voldemort had really returned, or because they thought I shouldn't be telling you this because you're young. However I believe it's always better to tell the truth than to lie if we're trying to make Cedric's death an accident or blame him on himself It's an insult to his image."

"In speaking of Cedric's death, one other person must be mentioned," continued Dumbledore. "I am speaking, of course, of Harry Potter."

There was a stir in the Great Hall, and several people turned their heads to Harry, and then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter escaped Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore, "and he risked his life to bring Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. He was fearless in every way, Few wizards have displayed such spirit in the face of Voldemort's majesty, and for that I salute him."

Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry, raising his goblet once more.Almost everyone in the auditorium did.They whispered Harry's name as they had just said Cedric's, and toasted him.

After everyone was seated again, Dumbledore added: "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world. Given what is happening now - given Voldemort's return to life - this connection is stronger than ever before. more important."

"Every guest in this hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes fixed on Durmstrang's classmates, "is welcome any time they wish to come back. I repeat to all of you— - In view of Voldemort's return to life, we are only strong when we are united, and we are vulnerable if we are divided. Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are very clever. We can only fight it to the end if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust. As long as we Agreed goals, an open mind, and differences in habits and language don’t get in the way.”

"I believe - and I hope I'm mistaken - that dark and difficult times are ahead for us all. Some of you in the Great Hall have been directly victimized by Voldemort's poison. Many of your families have been torn apart .A week ago, a classmate among us was killed."

"Remember Cedric. When you have to choose between the right way and the short way, please don't forget a just, kind, brave boy who suffered such a tragic fate because of his unexpected encounter with Voldemort. Always remember Cedric Diggory."

The atmosphere of the whole banquet was unusually low until the end of the banquet.Harry squeezed through the crowd and came to Ann and Fanny, followed by Ron