The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"That's too much. I wasn't hurt in front of Voldemort or the Death Eaters, but I was hurt here by you."

"..."

"Corporal punishment must be appropriate for students. I'm so old, but I'm still beating..."

"..."

Walking out of the abandoned classroom, Loren gasped in pain when the red and swollen flesh was involved in the walk. The grinning hiss made the little witch who took action feel a little shy on her face, and turned her head away unnaturally.

Hermione looked at the crooked way of the man next to her and knew that he was pretending to be pitiful, but she still softened her heart and calmly took his arm and helped him walk to the dormitory.

It was already very late, but fortunately the Fat Lady had just been woken up and had not fallen back asleep yet, so she did not curse. After entering the portrait hole and passing through the dark common room, she had to walk the rest of the stairs by herself.

Someone got an advantage and acted like a good boy. When they were saying good night to each other on the stairs, he quickly pecked the girl on the lips and ran to the attic dormitory quickly, without looking like he was grinning in pain just now.

Hermione pursed her lips and tightened her face, but in the end she didn't tense up, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Pushing open the dormitory door, Harry and Ron were already back. Mrs. Weasley probably understood that Harry had been struggling all night and asked him to come back early to rest.

"You're back, Loren?"

"How do you feel about being back, Harry? Didn't you go back to the school infirmary?"

"No, I told Madam Pomfrey that I could sleep more comfortably in the dormitory."

Ms. Pomfrey obviously believed the wrong person. Not only did Harry fail to sleep well, he was also dragged by Ron to discuss Voldemort's return with Seamus and Neville. Ron explained the whole process vividly and excitedly. His expression was as if the person who witnessed this incident was not Harry, but him.

While Loren was getting things to wash up, he listened to his spiel. His explanation was very measured. He didn't mention that everything was part of Dumbledore's plan. He only focused on Voldemort completing the ritual resurrection with the help of Bellatrix, without mentioning that everything was in Dumbledore's plan. and the names of Death Eaters.

There is also no mention of Harry and Cedric's escape. There is no mention of the twin wands and the asylum magic left behind by Harry's mother, nor is there any mention of Loren's involvement.

After Loren washed, he went to bed and lay down. The different sleeping position from usual kept him from falling asleep. The curtains on the four-poster bed had no sound insulation effect. The chattering sounds of Ron and the others came in, and it felt pretty good.

Seamus lamented that he was still a student who had not graduated, and Hogwarts was far away from the battlefield. He claimed that he had many ideas for dealing with You-Know-Who and Death Eaters, but unfortunately they were of no use.

Neville said that he could convey it to his parents, and by the way, tell him about the stories of his father's fight against the Death Eaters.

The last time Voldemort and Death Eaters wreaked havoc on the wizarding world, there were frequent dropouts from Hogwarts. Students were attending classes safely in the castle, but they might receive news that their loved ones at home were attacked at any time while dining in the auditorium.

Normally, professors would advise students to endure the pain and persevere, because if they drop out and go home, they might end up on the obituary list tomorrow morning.

"The entire British magical world, and all non-pure-blood wizards are shrouded in a shadow of panic..." Neville said.

This is not completely correct, because pure-blood Auror families also need to be alert at all times, even protect them with magic if possible, and entrust the secret of the Red Loyalty Curse to someone who is absolutely reliable.

Compared with those Death Eaters who wear hoods and masks on their faces, August Rookwood is even more creepy. He is a Death Eater spy lurking within the Ministry of Magic and bribes many magicians. Ministry staff organized a thorough intelligence network to pass valuable information to the Death Eaters.

Many people's hiding places were exposed due to Rookwood's methods, and their families were ruined.

"..."

Harry touched the scar on his forehead and guessed whether Peter Pettigrew had once been a member of Rookwood's intelligence network. Otherwise, how could that timid and cowardly guy get in touch with the vicious Death Eaters? It couldn't be the case. Voldemort himself came to him and convinced him to join.

Harry stared blankly at the dimly lit candlestick and asked softly: "Will we experience this too...will the war start again?"

"There should be a period of stability, and the rest depends on how the Ministry of Magic responds." Loren's chin rested on the pillow, and his voice was lazy.

"Why, isn't Voldemort already resurrected?"

"Because the power of the Death Eaters has not been fully restored..." Loren replied casually, "The number of Death Eaters that can be gathered at present is less than half of the original number. If you foolishly stand up to oppose the Ministry of Magic, you will only be defeated by the Auror team. It is easy to disintegrate... It is not bad to lose only wizards, but the sanctimonious groups who can escape the trial are worth a lot, and their wealth will be turned into resources to resist Voldemort. "

"So they will find a way to release the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban?" Ron reasoned with some uncertainty.

"This requires careful planning, even before rescuing their suffering accomplices, Voldemort can only hide." Loren caught a glimpse of their confused expressions from the corner of his eye, paused and explained, "Think about it, if the Ministry of Magic confirms that Voldemort has returned, the prison There are a group of extremely vicious gangsters, and the dementors who guard Azkaban are natural enemies of the Death Eaters. What is the first thing they should do? "

"Deal with... the prisoners of Azkaban?" Seamus opened his mouth and his eyes widened. Harry and Seamus both felt a little incredible.

Ron thought for a while and added in a low voice: "It is also possible to re-liquidate those who escaped the trial that year."

"So the Death Eaters will lie dormant and wait for a suitable opportunity, waiting for them to restore their power to deter the magic world in one fell swoop." Loren paused and continued, "In addition, because of the accident in the process of murdering Harry, and because of his fear of Dumbledore, Voldemort will also find a way to strengthen his strength, or... use another way to deal with Dumbledore."

"He couldn't defeat Headmaster Dumbledore more than a decade ago, and he can't do it now!" Ron said firmly.

"So cherish it, we can still have a long and stable life."

As Loren concluded the above analysis, several roommates breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry felt more at ease. He fantasized happily: "Now that the Ministry of Magic has our reminder, it will definitely be able to prepare in advance. Maybe they will soon be able to disintegrate the power of all Death Eaters, leaving Voldemort alone, and then the Aurors will besiege Voldemort under the leadership of Dumbledore..."

"No matter how powerful he is, can he deal with hundreds of wizards at the same time?"

The same scene appeared in front of Neville and Ron: "At that time, as long as Principal Dumbledore can resist his attack, the others can drown Voldemort with a spell..."

In a simple and beautiful fantasy, the roommates gradually fell asleep.

The candle in the candlestick by the wall burned to the marked scale, the thin bronze pick fell to cover the rope core, and the weak firelight quietly extinguished.

Loren looked at the dark room and smiled softly. Yes, it was so easy.

...

The headmaster of Slytherin, with a stern face, stood beside the operation table filled with potion instruments in the storage room, holding a transparent glass medicine bottle in his hand. If the red liquid in the bottle had not been evenly poured on the toad specimen, his motionless appearance might have been mistaken for a statue in the corridor of the castle.

The shriveled and stiff specimen became full again, and even the sound of the heart pumping blood could be heard from the body. Then the "resurrected toad" mechanically licked the liquid spilled outside, without chirping, jumping, or even blinking. This ball of flesh and blood seemed to be just an empty shell.

It can only make the flesh and blood move, without any vitality.

He considered himself a wizard with little empathy and never gave extra mercy. He lived in Spider's End Alley in his childhood and suffered enough insults and beatings, but it was also there that he met the person he would remember for the rest of his life... Later, he went further and further away from her. His closest friend married and had children with the person he hated the most, and then was implicated by him and his family was broken up, leaving only a stupid son.

After that night, his patronus changed.

But he never felt that he was the same as Dumbledore. He was once an ambitious Slytherin graduate, a vicious Death Eater... a mean professor of potions. He thought he had not changed much in decades.

If he could use someone else's corpse to complete the experiment and make even a tiny contribution to the resurrection potion he had been thinking about, he would not hesitate at all.

Barty Crouch's fresh corpse was a good experimental material. His soul was devoured by the Dementors and his body was vacant for nearly ten months. It was not until tonight that Voldemort devoured all the vitality in his body and turned it into a skeleton.

Why didn't he use his corpse?

In order to prevent the Ministry of Magic from checking the corpse and finding abnormalities and causing unnecessary trouble?

In order not to attract the attention of Barty Crouch Jr.?

"..."

Severus Snape asked himself for a long time, but he could not get an answer.

The wand waved, and the toad died again and was burned to ashes. The invisible whirlwind rolled up the ashes and fell into the waste bucket, mixed with other potion residues, and there was no difference.

Snape's black eyes moved, and he walked into the shadow shrouded by darkness without expression.

There was only one thing he knew very well:

I will die again and again to understand that life is endless.

...

Early in the morning, the principal's office.

"Albus, today is a rare weekend. I hope you have a convincing reason to end my vacation so hastily in the early morning and call me to Hogwarts!" Cornelius Fudge, wearing a pinstriped suit, handed the purple hat to the staff behind him, waved his hand and asked them to leave the office and wait outside the door, shouting impatiently.

Dumbledore gave Professor McGonagall a look, indicating that she should take the others away, and soon there were only two people left in the spacious office.

"Some unexpected circumstances occurred in the third event of the Goblet of Fire Tournament..."

Dumbledore wore crescent-shaped glasses, and his deep blue eyes showed no thoughts. He spoke slowly and steadily, "During last night's competition, Harry, one of the warriors, was abducted by Alastor, who was disguised as Voldemort... Harry seized a golden opportunity and returned to school by chance to tell us the truth."

Fudge was dizzy after hearing this, and the horror left on his face could not fade away for a long time. He stared at the white-bearded headmaster in front of him and shouted, "Is this a pastime? Stop joking... I must tell you, Dumbledore, this is very bad!"

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, looking at the funny expression on his face through the crescent lenses, and said in a deep voice: "Harry can undoubtedly tell this experience in more detail, and even use a pensieve to display this memory... Little Hange Crouch's body still exists in Dunton's cemetery. If you still don't believe it, you can open Barty Crouch Jr.'s grave and take a look! Let me tell you, Barty Crouch Jr. has helped Voldemort recover him. body, he has made a comeback."

"What can memory mean? There are forgetting spells and false memory spells. I have been an intern in the memory cancellation team for a period of time. No one knows better than me..."

Fudge murmured softly, his eyes rolled around, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his head. He looked at Dumbledore for a long time, and a smile actually appeared on his face: "You can't really believe all this, Dumbledore. Don’t be kidding, maybe the evidence you listed does exist, but it can only show the mistakes Crouch committed..."

"How can you accept a child's words completely? You know that little wizards of this age want to be in the limelight all day long..." Fudge always had a weird smile on his face, "Stop talking, I will go back and investigate!"

"..."

Dumbledore sat on the chair behind the desk and sent Cornelius Fudge away an hour ago, but his funny smile and those words were always replayed in the mind of the white-bearded old headmaster.

He thought that maybe he should take out this memory. It occupied his brain too much and even made him feel a slight pain in his temples.

Although he had anticipated this outcome and hid all plans in his narrative, he was still inevitably disappointed in Fudge.

…

The little wizard who got up early found that the castle auditorium had been re-decorated, with gorgeous Hogwarts banners hanging on the walls, red and gold colored ribbons fluttering dazzlingly, and the dome constantly creating all kinds of wonderful glare and falling snowflakes in the air.

Looking at the auditorium decorated in Gryffindor style, Seamus brought exciting news. The Goblet of Fire award ceremony will be held together with the year-end party, and tonight will be a feast.

The little wizards of Beauxbatons and Ilvermorny were happily looking forward to having similar end-of-year parties in their schools.

The little wizard from Durmstrang looked unhappy. Everyone had just learned the bad news. Their principal, Karkaroff, claimed that he had to leave in advance. They were entrusted to Hogwarts and would be taken care of by Ravenclaw. The headmaster, Professor Flitwick, led them back to Durmstrang.

After breakfast, the Ministry of Magic staff who kept coming in and out of the castle made them feel even more uneasy.

Principal Karkaroff won't be arrested for breaking the law, right?