94 hp Diagon Alley

Said, "I grabbed hers on the window sill of the ward. If you look closely, you will notice that the marks around the beetle's tentacles are exactly the same as those ugly glasses she wears." Hermione generously allowed the audience present Passing around the glass bottle and that nasty beetle, "On the second morning of Harry's hospitalization, Sirius asked Ron to bring him the Marauder's Map from the dormitory. After the fake Moody was exposed, Sirius seemed to have been wanting to give it to him again." Let's update the map." Hermione stroked her messy hair, "Of course I want to help him, and then I found an uninvited guest in the ward, and finally I found this shameless stalker on the windowsill—voyeur— —Call her whatever you want."

Hermione took the glass jar back from Ron and grinned at the beetle, which buzzed angrily through the glass.

"I told her I'd let her out as soon as we got back to London," said Hermione. "I put a strong spell on the jar so she couldn't change shape. I told her not to write for a year." Things. See if she can get rid of her bad habit of slandering and insulting others."

Hermione smiled quietly and put the beetle back in her bag.

"Ah," Gwen pretended to sigh deeply, and sighed to George, "I only know now that there is an absolute brain gap between wizards and wizards—if we could have included little Crouch..." Suddenly she stopped, and they all yelled at Hermione, "Harry should be thrown out before Harry tells us the truth!" "Are you sure she can listen? In case she makes something up again—" "Yes You can't ask Qiu to throw her directly into that tongue-snapping hell!"

Hermione asked for Harry's opinion, and they agreed that they should be more cautious when dealing with villains, and now is not a good time to disclose all the information.So Hermione probably used at least seven sound-proof spells on the glass jar, and the beetles were so angry that they ran rampant in it. Probably for Skeeter, not letting her eavesdrop was more terrible than the punishment of imprisonment.

Then Harry told the story of the past to the little friends in a circle in front of the bonfire burning in the empty classroom.

The ups and downs of this experience made several people nervous and scared. When Harry talked about the moment when he touched the Portkey at the end, Hermione and Ginny were about to hug each other and cry.

In Scotland at the beginning of July, even by the flames of magic, a group of people felt cold from the bottom of their hearts.

But just as Dumbledore taught Harry, the headmaster, who taught by example, quickly confirmed his theory himself.

The day before the holiday is a school leaving banquet.When the students walked into the auditorium, they noticed at a glance that the usual decorations were gone.Usually at the leaving banquet, the hall is decorated in the colors of the winning house.But tonight, on the wall behind the desks of the teaching staff, there is only a school badge with four colleges, and everything looks so dignified and solemn.

The real Mad-Eye Moody sat at the staff table now, his wooden legs and magic eyes back in their old places.He seemed particularly nervous, and whenever anyone spoke to him, he stared at them for a long time.Although his behavior is not much different from before, now Gwen feels more at ease looking at the "stranger" in front of him.Karkaroff's seat was empty.Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid.They were talking quietly about something.Across the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape.He looked as sullen and obnoxious as ever.

"I didn't attack the professor this year." Gwen announced her semester summary to the surrounding students in a low voice.

"But you accused a professor," George said quickly into Gwen's ear. "It didn't end well for him, kissing a dementor."

Gwen was about to retort when Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the staff table, interrupting her train of thought.The auditorium was originally much quieter than the usual school leaving banquet, but it was even more silent at this time.

"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 emotions on this table had been the most depressed, and the faces beside this table were also the palest in the entire auditorium.

"I have a lot to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but first I must say, Cedric Diggory - he should have been sitting here," he pointed at Hedge Patch's classmates, the hearts of the students sank lest the principal announce that they had lost a kind and brave friend. "Cedric is the epitome of Hufflepuff qualities, friendly, loyal, a hard-working student who believes in fair play. Now he's lying in a bed in the hospital wing and it's shocking to all of you, Whether you know him or not. So I think you have a right to know what's going on."

"Cedric Diggory was attacked by Voldemort."

There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium.Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.The few people who already knew the inside story seemed very calm, watching their mutterings gradually subside into silence.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," continued Dumbledore. "Some of the parents of some of my classmates may be shocked by what I've done—either because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back, or because they think I shouldn't have told you this because you're young. But I believe it's always better to tell the truth than to lie."

At this time, every face in the auditorium turned towards Dumbledore, and shock and fear were written on every face...

"In speaking of Cedric there must be another person 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 Voldemort's clutches," said Dumbledore, "and he showed in every way a dauntless spirit that few wizards have displayed in the face of Voldemort's despotic power. Of course , Harry and Cedric not only respected each other in the final, but also were willing to protect and save their friends in the face of powerful enemies. For this, I pay tribute to the two warriors of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry, raising his goblet.Almost everyone in the auditorium did.They murmured "Hogwarts Bravery" under their breath and toasted them.

"Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey told me the good news this morning," Dumbledore said in a slightly relaxed voice, "Cedric has been able to respond to external magic stimulation today, Madam Pomfrey There is reason to believe that he will make a full recovery in the future."

The Hufflepuffs and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which was great news indeed.

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."

"I believe—I really hope I'm mistaken—I believe 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. Remember Cedric. When When you have to choose between the right way and the short way, please don't forget that an upright, kind, and brave boy suffered such a tragic fate because of an unexpected encounter with Voldemort. And he relied on extraordinary courage , strength, and Merlin’s favor, he narrowly escaped death. Please always remember, children.” Dumbledore’s serious blue eyes looked at the students in the auditorium one by one, as if telling them that not everyone can do this Lucky is also telling them that when war comes, no one can escape.

Harry looked sullen as Gwen and the twins squeezed into Ron's cubicle.

"What's wrong with him? Why isn't Ginny here?" Gwen sat down next to Hermione and asked a series of questions, "I thought Digory's good news and Dumbledore's words would make Harry happier , why is his face so long?"

"Gwen, I can hear everything." Harry glanced at her resentfully.

"You have too many questions." Ron covered the screaming piglet with his dress robe, and then picked up Crookshanks and Gouzi, who occupied two positions, and put them on his lap. "We kicked Ginny out, she's too young to be chatting about candy with her third-year girl friends."

Hermione shook her head speechlessly, "Just pretend that Ginny can't bear to spend half a day with her stupid brother."

"Which brother?" cried Fred.

"Say it clearly!" George also booed.

"Three, I think," Gwen said firmly. "So what happened to Harry?"

Hermione took a look at Harry's face, "Oh, he has to go to Privet Drive for two weeks first..."

"It's 'at least' two weeks." The bespectacled boy groaned, the anger in him enough to suck a dementor for half a day, if it was edible. "First because of the protection of blood, and then Sirius has a special mission, and he is worried about letting me stay with Kreacher."

"Who's Kreacher?" Fred and George asked.

"An angel sent by Mother Sirius to the world." Ron said with a stifled laugh.

"Can that angel kill the mysterious man by the way?" Fred asked lazily, "Save everyone a little trouble."

As soon as this topic was opened, everyone got rid of the silence for a week, and had a good time.