The sixth year at Hogwarts is not as stressful as it was in fifth year, but it is far from relaxing.

Teachers were giving more homework and homework was a little harder than usual...... In Transfiguration class, for example, Hermione Granger sometimes had to repeat Professor McGonagall's lectures once or twice in order to fully understand them.

Not to mention other classmates.

When Hermione arrives in the Gryffindor common room, she sees her roommates, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, with red faces and seemingly secretly competing with herself, looking like they have overdosed on constipation......

Hermione knew they were actually practicing the Silent Spell.

However, as Hermione walked over, Parvati suddenly stabbed Lavender with her elbow, and Lavender looked up and smiled brightly at her.

"Hermione—" Lavender said, dragging his voice.

"What's wrong?" replied Hermione, still holding the cloak of invisibility in her hand, looking for traces of Harry in the common room.

"Do you see Ron?" Lavender said with some urgency, "I know you're often together......"

"Sorry, I didn't see that!" Hermione said coldly.

"Alright, thank you!" Lavender looked a little lost, and then she and Parvati left the common room holding hands.

Hermione sat down on the couch in front of them, trying to fold the cloak neatly.

She didn't wait long, just a few minutes later—

The door to the common room was opened again, and the Gryffindor Quidditch players walked in turn.

"Hi Granger!" said Comike McLagan, a seventh-year goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, reaching out to greet Hermione as he passed by the couch where he was.

"Hello......" Hermione replied casually.

As captain, Harry Potter was at the back of the line. He saw at a glance the silvery-gray-white, silky cloak in Hermione's hand—

"Thank goodness!" Harry dragged his firebolt in one hand as he pushed McLagan out of the way and ran to Hermione, shouting excitedly, "Hermione, how did you find it?"

"Professor Dumbledore gave it to me?" Hermione said with a smile, "He told me to bring it to you......"

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry Potter couldn't help but be stunned.

"Professor Dumbledore said that it was Mr. Filch who found it at the door of Gryffindor's common room this morning......" Hermione replied, "It looks like you were really scared by hallucinations when you left the common room in the morning......"

"What I saw was Jon covered in blood......" Harry carefully took his invisibility cloak and muttered, "But Jon is dead, it must be a hallucination...... Of course ......"

At this moment, Hermione couldn't help but frown.

But Harry's eyes kept looking at his lost cloak, not noticing her strangeness.

The cloak didn't feel any different than usual, but for some reason, Harry always felt that something was missing from the cloak, and something important.

Probably my own delusion...... He thought to himself.

Harry looked up again, "By the way, Hermione...... Professor Dumbledore called you to his office so you could bring this cloak to me?

"No!" Hermione Granger nodded, laughing and organizing the language for a moment, then said:

"That's what Professor Dumbledore said to me...... If he really had any intentions, it was that he wanted me to remind Mr. Potter that it was not a good habit to lose one's errands...... Sometimes, as a reminder from a friend, it will be more effective than an old man's teaching!"

Mimicking Professor Dumbledore's voice, Hermione couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm sorry......" Harry touched his head a little ashamedly, and smiled innocently, "But don't say anything else...... That Mr. Potter title is definitely something you added......"

"Why?" asked Hermione, curiously.

"Because Professor Dumbledore always calls me by my first name, 'Harry'......" Harry Potter said somewhat of a matter of course, and then he added:

"Ever since I met him up close at the end of my first year at the school hospital, it's been like this!"

"Professor Dumbledore calls you 'Harry'......" Hermione repeated softly, frowning slightly.

"That's right...... What's wrong?"

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

In the rest of the conversation, Miss Hermione Granger seemed a little absent-minded all the time.

Mr. Harry Potter told her several anecdotes about her Quidditch training, and she only smiled perfunctorily.

"By the way, Hermione......" Harry seemed to remember something, and said, "Tomorrow I will go to Hogsmeade Village for the first time this semester, I'm afraid it's just the two of us together......"

"Oh......"

Ron...... Ron, he ......," Harry said with some slurring.

Before he could finish his sentence, Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown walked hand in hand to the Gryffindor common room, causing a burst of laughter.

Mr. Weasley's face, which looked redder than his hair, kept his head down the whole time, but Miss Brown greeted her classmates generously.

"As you can see!" Harry shrugged.

"Oh......" Hermione replied, still rather perfunctorily, her head bowed, as if thinking about something.

......

Due to the fact that by mid-October, the climate of Scandinavia is very cold due to the influence of the cold current of the North Atlantic.

In Grums, Sweden, the average temperature here has reached about -5 degrees Celsius......

The entire surface of Lake Vienern is covered with a layer of shallow ice.

But at this moment, a long, black rod-like thing slowly rose from the ice...... Then you can see the sails and rigging......

The big ship slowly appeared on the ice, glistening in the daylight. It looked eerie, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a freshly recovered shipwreck...... The portholes shimmered with a dim, foggy glow that looked like ghostly eyes.

What's even more bizarre is that the entire ship is covered with black veils, which seems to commemorate the death of a certain big man.

The skeleton boat "gliding" on the ice "sliding" little by little to the very center of Lake Venan-

Then, a large black shadow suddenly appeared from under the ice, and then gradually grew larger...... A loud bang was heard, and the ice cracked at breakneck speed...... Suddenly, a giant whale of indescribable size leaped out of the water, its open mouth and swallowed the entire skeleton ship into its belly.

The whale disappeared into the lake, and everything was calm as if nothing had happened!

......

At the bottom of Lake Wiener, in the castle shrouded in water bubbles.

Countless students and teachers of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stood in their underwater plaza as the ghost ship returned to the campus under the leadership of Leviathan.

To be honest, there was no sadness on the faces of most of the students, but a few teachers looked a little anxious.

"Where's Principal Vance......"

They bowed their heads and whispered:

"How could he not have come to the scene when it was time to bring back the remains of Principal Karkarov?"

"We still count on him to direct the memorial service......"

......

The headmaster of Durmstrong's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Winston Vance, is in his office.

Professor Vance...... All the teachers and students have already come to the square to greet the remains of Rector Karkarov...... It took a lot of effort for us to extradite it from the Russian Ministry of Magic...... You must be present at this critical moment!" pleaded an old gray-haired teacher, almost in a pleading voice, at the door of the principal's office.

"I don't have ......time right now," there was only a cold response from inside.

The shriveled, three-sheepbearded Principal Durmstrang, who had only been in office for just over a year, was indeed busy in her office.

In front of him, a very thick book was opened, and on the portrait that opened this page was a wizard wearing a mask.

"Winston, looks like you're busy over there?" said the masked wizard coldly, her voice telling that she was a witch, but not her age.

"I'm sorry, Lord Rozier!" Professor Vance said humbly, "but I don't know if you can confirm it...... Are the rumors true?"

"The Austrian Ministry of Magic is trying to cover it up with all its might, so that the news does not get out......" The witch of unknown age took a deep breath and spoke, "but I have received reliable and accurate information that the Tower of Nümengard has indeed fallen!"

"Oh my God!" Professor Vance looked like he was going crazy with joy, "Lord Rozier, I have important news from my side...... Voldemort ...... The owner's Voldemort bat, which left Durmstrang this morning, drifted south......"

A smile seemed to emerge from the face under the witch's mask:

She said excitedly, "So...... To put it this way...... The master has literally escaped from the cage that has bound him for fifty years!"

"But Lord Rozier, why didn't the master contact us?" Professor Vance said with some reluctance, "We are still loyal to him, and we are still willing to give everything for him......"

"He will...... It will definitely ......," said the witch, her voice suddenly old and strangely full of energy: "We must always be ready to ......"

Professor Vance nodded firmly!

He drew his wand, and carved a yellowed mark on the handle of his wand—

A strange figure, looking like a triangular eye, but with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.