The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Good luck with the third project," said Dumbledore.

Harry could hear his voice echoing in his ears as he tossed and turned in bed.

The closer it was to the final match of the Triwizard Tournament, the more frequently that voice appeared.

Harry rolled over and lay flat on the bed, staring at the curtains in the darkness.

It starts from the day Harry escaped from Trelawney's divination classroom:

"Damn it!" Harry kicked the stone lion on the corridor hard. Apart from the pain in his big toe, he also got a look of contempt from it.

"Couldn't you just put me in? Hard pears. Uh - licorice wand. Fizzy bees. Blowbubble Super Bubblegum. Bibi's Beans... oh no, Professor Dumbledore doesn't like this... you Can you open the door?" He said angrily, "I really want to see him, I have something important to do!"

The monster remained motionless.His words and violence had no effect,

"Chocolate Frog!" he yelled, jumping up and down, "Sugar Quills! Cockroaches!"

The monster suddenly came alive and jumped aside.Harry froze.

"A heap of cockroaches?" he said in surprise, "I was just joking..."

He hurried through the gap in the wall and up the spiral stone staircase as the door closed behind him.Slowly the stairs ascended of their own accord, and brought him to a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

The people inside the door were arguing, Cornelius Fudge, Dumbledore and Professor Moody, discussing the disappearance of Crouch and Bertha.

Fudge said, "Either Crouch is completely insane - from his personal experience, which is very likely, and I think you agree - he is crazy, confused, don't know where he is going. The place has gone—"

"If that's the case, he's gone too fast, Connelly," said Dumbledore quietly. "Although he will leave traces when he appears, we also need time—and manpower."

Fudge's voice was a little embarrassed: "Manpower... isn't Moody here—"

"I'm too old to take care of it," Harry heard Moody say, and then he said, "Dumbledore, Potter has something to say to you. He's right outside the door."

Harry looked a little embarrassed, probably because the others didn't get in with the dessert password.

Fudge stood at Dumbledore's table, wearing his usual pinstriped cloak and holding his dark green top hat.

"Harry!" said Fudge, approaching cheerfully, "How are you?"

"Fine." Harry didn't tell the truth.

"We're talking about Mr. Crouch's presence on the field that night," Fudge said. "You found him, didn't you?"

"Yes," said Harry.He felt it was useless to pretend he hadn't heard their conversation, and added: "I didn't see anyone else, though, except me and Kroom, and Mr Crouch."

Dumbledore smiled at Harry from behind Fudge, his eyes sparkling.Fudge looked a little embarrassed, "We're going to walk around the field, Harry, if you don't mind... you can go back to class—"

"Professor, I want to talk to you," Harry said quickly, looking at Dumbledore, who gave him a sharp look. "You wait for me here, it won't take long for us to check the venue."

The three walked away from Harry in silence and closed the door behind them. A minute later Harry heard Moody's wooden leg receding down the corridor downstairs.He began to look around.

"Hello, Fox." Harry first greeted the remaining living creature in the room. I have to say, as long as this phoenix doesn't rise from the ashes, it is still very beautiful, with soft and shiny feathers.It shook its long tail feathers and gave Harry a friendly wink.

Harry sat on the seat, heaved a long breath, and touched his scar. It was no longer painful, but sitting in this place, which could be said to be the safest place in Hogwarts, calmed down a little.

He looked toward the wall behind the desk, where the battered, patched Sorting Hat sat on a shelf.In a glass case next to it is Gryffindor's sword.

Harry thought about what Daniel had said earlier about wizards who don't use swords are not good players, and fell into deep thought.

Then he noticed a silver light flickering in the glass case.He turned back to look for the source of the light, and found that the door of a black cabinet behind him was not closed properly, and a bright silver light was shining from inside.Harry hesitated for a moment, looked at Fox, got up and walked over, and opened the cabinet door.

Inside the cupboard was a shallow stone basin with grotesque carvings on the mouth: letters and symbols Harry didn't know.The silver light came from the contents of the basin, and he couldn't tell whether it was a liquid or a gas.It is like a bright piece of silver, but it is constantly flowing, like the surface of water rippled by the breeze, and like a cloud, it spreads out and whirls softly.It was like light in liquid—or wind in solid form.

He wanted to touch it, to see how it felt.But nearly four years in the wizarding world had taught him that it was foolish to dip one's hand into a basin full of unknown objects.So he pulled his wand out of his robes, looked around nervously, and poked at the contents of the basin.The surface of the silver object rotated faster, like a stirred up sky.

Harry couldn't help sticking his head in, he wanted to take a closer look at what this thing was... Then, he just saw a corner of the basin, which looked like a small room, like a girl's play Play house special hut and the like.

Before Harry could take a closer look, the tip of his nose touched the surface of the strange substance.

The room suddenly tipped over on him—Harry's body flew forward and fell headfirst into the pot.But his hair didn't hit the pelvic floor.He fell through a sheet of icy black matter, as if sucked into a black vortex.

Suddenly, Harry found himself sitting on a bench at the top of the room at the basin floor, which was higher than the others.He looked up at the high stone ceiling and saw nothing but dark, solid stone.

Harry's breathing was strained and rapid.He glanced around. There were at least 200 wizards in the room, but luckily none of them were looking at him. No one seemed to notice that a boy had just fallen from the ceiling among them.Harry glanced at the wizard next to him and let out a cry that echoed through the silent room.

The man next to him was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

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