Alice's Travels

Alice didn't want to recall the scene of the last game day at all.

In the dark night, there are only sporadic points of light flickering from time to time.

Digory was dead.

Voldemort is resurrected.

This is the news that Harry brought after narrowly escaping from Voldemort again.

People were completely panicked, and anxiety and uneasiness were spreading rapidly—fear, screaming, faces distorted by fear passed by from time to time, and Alice could only hold Malfoy's arm tightly to ensure that he would not Get lost in the chaotic crowd.

She pulled him all the way to avoid the screaming crowd and walked quickly towards the castle.

The heart was beating "thumping" in her chest, and Alice thought that there must be Voldemort's subordinates in the school—the person who confused the registration boundary of the Goblet of Fire and tried to control her has not yet appeared, and would it be more likely to attack the students? is unknown.

Terrorists haven't really appeared in Hogwarts yet, but they are enough to make people fear and frighten.

The professors are busy cleaning up the mess, and Dumbledore seems to be looking after Harry. None of them can count on—there are so many people around, and danger may befall them at any time. Where—where is it safe?

Suddenly a warm touch came, and Alice felt that her already cold hand was being held by someone.

Malfoy stopped and took Alice's hand holding his arm with his other hand, holding it tightly in his palm.

He took Alice and ran quickly, and the slender figure led her down the stairs and ran straight to the secret room where they used to stay.

The door of the room was quickly closed.

Both were gasping for breath, and Malfoy suddenly turned around and pulled Alice into his arms.

"Don't be afraid," he gasped, his voice a little hoarse, "no one will come over."

A faint fragrance entered Alice's nose in an instant. She closed her eyes, relaxed her body and leaned against him, took a steady breath and said, "I see."

But in a startling turn the next day, the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, blames Diggory's death on a deranged murderer, and that Harry, a child, can't be trusted.

That is to say, the Ministry of Magic - the authority in charge of the magic world, the government refuses to admit that Voldemort has returned.

They regarded all this as a lie deliberately fabricated by Dumbledore and Harry to erase Voldemort's resurrection and comeback.

Alice later learned what happened from Hermione.It turned out that Moody was the spy hiding in Hogwarts. He was pretended by the Death Eaters after drinking Compound Potion. The real Moody had been locked in the magic box by him.

It was the fake Moody who signed up for Harry, and it was he who secretly exchanged the trophy for a portkey and brought Harry and Digory to Voldemort the moment they touched.And Voldemort was successfully resurrected with the help of Harry's blood with the help of the traitor Peter Pettigrew who had already defected to his side.

Harry was able to escape because the wand had the same core as Voldemort's wand which triggered the Flashback Charm.

After being caught by Dumbledore, the fake Moody revealed everything he had done because of the truth potion, but Fudge, the Minister of Magic, deliberately brought the dementor to give him a dementor kiss.Without his soul, he obviously can no longer justify Voldemort's return.

And the fake Moody is the murderer identified by the Ministry of Magic. Just because Digory's death was all pushed to him, he can kill Voldemort when he announces the truth to the people. The mysterious person was completely erased in this string of events.

Alice couldn't calm down anymore.

This kind of evasion and attempt to cover up is obviously a manifestation of pedantry and incompetence. Under such a leadership in power, facing the reappearance of extreme terrorism, no matter how you think about it, people will feel unreasonable anxiety in their hearts.

Harry's condition was not very good, Digory's death cast a certain shadow on him.Hermione and Ron were by his side all the time, and even though they didn't have the usual conversations, the tacit understanding that had already formed brought him a lot of comfort.

The holidays are starting again and the students can't wait to get home.

The Felix Elixir would probably take another month to brew, but Malfoy had to go home too.He glanced at Alice with some confusion, and said in a low voice, "I'll leave it to you later, shouldn't it be a problem? If there's anything you can write to me at any time. Of course, I'll also write to ask about the progress..."

Alice did not forget what Harry said that among the group of Death Eaters summoned after Voldemort's resurrection was Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.She pursed her lips, finally took a deep look at Malfoy, and said in a normal tone, "Okay."

"And—" Malfoy seemed to hesitate before he said slowly, "Those are only for Muggles...you don't have to worry too much..."

He might know something.Alice looked at his reaction and thought that it should be his father who revealed some information to him-they are also people who admire pure blood.But Voldemort - no matter how much people fear him and fear him, he is doomed to fail, he will only bring misery and torture to people.

"I see." Alice stared into Malfoy's gray-blue eyes, but finally said nothing.

Felicia was finally brewed with less than half a month left in the holiday.

Malfoy has been maintaining a correspondence with Alice, sending a letter almost every day to ask questions.

Alice immediately sent some of the prepared potion to Malfoy.However, his reply stated that the production of Felix Elixir had failed.

It can't achieve the original effect at all, and can only improve a small part of magic ability and reaction ability, which may bring a little bit of luck to people.

Alice wasn't particularly disappointed with the result, it was a blessing in heaven for her to be able to make it after so long.Then, it is not extravagant to expect much effect.

At least, it can still be used as self-defense if you carry it on your body.

When Alice saw the three of Harry again at the beginning of school, she knew that things were very different.

They obviously had their secrets - and hadn't thought about it or decided if they could tell her.

Dumbledore had almost completely disappeared from the school.Meanwhile, a Lady Umbridge from the Ministry of Magic was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at the school.

She is a very hypocritical and insidious person. She has turned Defense Against the Dark Arts into a reading class, reading from the textbook, and even forbidding them to use wands.

When Hermione raised such a challenge that violated the essence of the course - it was impossible to defend, Umbridge warned her in a cloyingly sweet voice - or all of them, according to the Ministry of Magic. Theoretical knowledge can help them pass the exam more effectively, and the resurrection of a dark wizard is nonsense. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that every student will not encounter danger from dark wizards.

Alice immediately realized that this was an extremely political move by the Ministry of Magic—they were trying to monitor Hogwarts and try to whitewash everything.They described Harry as a liar and Dumbledore as an old fool in the "Daily Prophet", and they wanted to completely deny Voldemort's reappearance by interfering with the actions of teachers and students in the school.

Harry's anger was completely stoked by Umbridge's upside-down rhetoric in class.He yelled at her without hesitation.

"This is not nonsense!" Harry said angrily. "Voldemort is not dead, he has returned! I saw him, and I wrestled him!"

"In detention, Mr Potter!" said Umbridge with a look of vicious satisfaction on his face. "Tomorrow evening at five o'clock in my office. I repeat, this is nonsense. If you still When in doubt, be sure to come to me after the class. If anyone scares you with bullshit about dark wizards coming back from the dead, I'd love to hear it. I'm always ready to help. I'm your friend. Well, please Continue to page five, 'Getting Started with Fundamentals'."

Harry stood up suddenly, Hermione tugged on his sleeve, and warned him in a low voice, but Harry pushed him away.

"So, in your terms, how is Cedric Diggory's death to be explained—" said Harry angrily in a trembling voice, "did he just fall down and die—"

There was a sudden silence in the classroom.The students gasped and stared at him blankly.

Alice stared straight at Umbridge's face without blinking.

"The death of Cedric Diggory was an unfortunate accident." Umbridge's voice became cold, and his flabby face was expressionless.

"Murder!" Harry said tremblingly, feeling his left hand hanging by his side suddenly being grasped - Hermione was holding his hand and looking at him with a frown.

"It was Voldemort who killed him, you know it very well." Harry calmed down and said to Umbridge coldly.

"Come here, Mr. Potter, dear." Umbridge suddenly changed his voice, and said again in that cloyingly sweet little girl's voice, softly as if addressing a The baby murmured.

Hermione let go, and Harry strode over without fear, not caring what he was going to receive.

Ron watched him eagerly, holding his breath, and Hermione had worried eyes.

Umbridge quickly pulled out a piece of pink parchment and bent down. He wrote something on the podium, then sealed it up with magic and handed it to Harry, "Honey, take this to Professor McGonagall."

Harry took the parchment, shut the door hard and left the classroom without looking back.

Umbridge still asked everyone to continue reading the textbook.

Alice's impression of Umbridge is even worse-she is rigid and high-pressured, sitting in the classroom seems to feel that the air is oppressive and suffocating.

Alice raised her head and glanced at Umbridge, who seemed to be covered in pink all over her body - as if to see through her disguise.Even if this person wears a friendly shell, even if she uses the most gentle tone, she can't hide the strength and dominance buried in her bones.

It is true that a large part of the people in the school have been brainwashed by the Ministry of Magic, or speaking from the heart, no one would want Voldemort to return.

Malfoy has always been happy and proud. Both he and Alice have become Slytherin prefects.

Ron and Hermione are Gryffindor prefects.

Malfoy was always happy to outshine Harry or see him unlucky - which had kept him in a good mood since the start of school.

"Poor Potter was sentenced to detention when he first arrived," Malfoy said gloatingly as they walked back to the dormitory with Alice. Are you done with those?"

"There are a lot more," Alice said calmly, shaking her head. "You even sent me a lot the day before school started. It's very delicious, thank you."

"Oh - it's all because there's too much mail from home -" Malfoy said, looking away, "Wait until you - um... let's talk..."

Alice glanced at his uncomfortable look from the corner of her eye, pursed her lips, and said nothing.