Harbour went back to school the old way. This time, Hermione was still waiting by his bedside, but contrary to the last time, he was hugged tightly by her as soon as he showed half of his body. "Good thing you're alright, Harry!" she almost cried, "otherwise I wouldn't know what to do!"

Harry didn't know where to put his hand, and reflexively looked at Ron, who also looked embarrassed. "She didn't want to go first," he explained, scratching his head, "and after you threw the Cloak of Invisibility, I told her that we would only cause you trouble if we stayed...... Then we took a detour, and as soon as we got out, Hermione used the Patronus to report to the Order of the Phoenix...... They got you out, so quickly?"

"No," Harry shook his head, "but I think Kingsley must have already informed them that I was okay - the person Malfoy had gone to greet was someone from the Aurors' office, Barty Crouch Jr. ”

"—what?!—the Auror office attended the Death Eater party?"Ron and Hermione shouted in unison, surprised.

"I don't know, but it seems that both sides are pretending to be peaceful for the time being, and I'm afraid Andrew will not know about it until later. Harry said confusedly.

"What's the matter with Kingsley?" Hermione asked, her hands gone.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and crawled out of the passageway, shaking the snowflakes off his body. "Little Crouch asked me a few questions, and then called four Aurors, including Kingsley. ”

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and then Ron said, "Harry, I'm almost confused by you - little Crouch, then he is indeed a Death Eater, and he knows that Kingsley is one of us, right? Are you saying that little Crouch not only arrested Wormtail in front of a whole bunch of Death Eaters, but also let the Order of the Phoenix handle the follow-up?"

Harry also thought it was rather unbelievable. He sat down at the head of the bed and began to speak in detail. Ron and Hermione were shocked when Crouch Jr. asked Mr. Malfoy why Wormtail was in his house, and Harry had mixed reactions when he claimed he had followed the cat to find the mouse.

"Crookshan......" Hermione covered her eyes, as if moaning. "Oh my shame you could still think of it at the time......"

Ron wasn't so satisfied. "Why are you talking to Malfoy, Harry?" he frowned, "don't they deserve a lesson?"

"I didn't speak for them," Harry denied, "I just don't think it had anything to do with them...... They may have done me a favor, intentionally or unintentionally. ”

Ron pursed his lips in anger and stopped talking.

But Hermione began to look at Harry with tears in her eyes again, as if she thought he had done something noble and great. Harry was a little overwhelmed and quickly changed the subject: "This matter is still too strange, I suspect Voldemort already knew." ”

Hermione immediately wiped her eyes at the mention of the Dark Lord. "Little Crouch couldn't have done that without instructions?"

Harry nodded. "Before Voldemort regained his body, little Crouch seemed to be close to Andrew, although I don't know too well, but I mentioned him once - under Dumbledore's nose, it is impossible for the Headmaster not to find out about this for a whole year, could little Crouch have some mission? He seems to have been dead to Voldemort before, and it is impossible for him to disobey Voldemort. ”

Ron forgot about his grievances for a moment. "Even if little Crouch had the consent of the Mystery, why would the Mystic want to give the Wormtail to the Aurors?

"It doesn't make sense like the Death Eater Stroke Worm Tail is about to become a knight. Seeing Ron and Hermione both looking at him suspiciously, Harry realized that he hadn't told them what he had overheard at the banquet. He then spoke roughly below, but skipped the part of Godric's Hollow.

"'How can you be a knight if you can't talk about loyalty?'" Hermione repeated, thoughtful, "It sounds like loyalty is a basic prerequisite for being a knight. If this is true, Wormtail is clearly not eligible. ”

"I thought so too. Harry agreed, "Listen to what Cerwin meant, the news that Wormtail has become a knight was spread by Voldemort's acquiescence, but there is something to it. ”

The three of them couldn't help but look at each other. "But what the hell is he trying to do?" Ron was completely confused.

"If I were Malfoy, I wouldn't believe it. Hermione said, biting her lip gently, "The truth is most likely that the Mystic didn't really intend to make Wormtail a knight, but he still let out the news, apparently for other purposes." In addition, Malfoy is not a die-hard fan of the Mysteries, and it is unlikely that Crouch Jr. has a good personal relationship with him, which means that Crouch Jr. may have been uninvited. ”

Harry's eyes widened. That really explains why Crouch Jr. was an hour late. "So why did he go to Malfoy Manor?" unless he ......."

"Unless he anticipated someone wanting to do something to Wormtail?" Ron took Harry's tail, his face pale.

There was a terrible silence in the dormitory.

It took a long time for Hermione to weakly retort, "No way! I promise no one knows about our plans, and no one is following us!"

Harry patted the back of Hermione's hand comfortingly. "I believe in you. But it's a fact that Wormtail is hiding in Malfoy Manor, and whoever tries to catch him has to go in first. Crouch Jr. probably knows like us that today is the best time to do it. And... To be honest, it's so weird that I think Andrew seems to be interested in it... There are arrangements. ”

"So, it seems that Andrew has some tacit understanding with the Dark Lord? Did they discuss anything? The mystery man released the controversial news that Wormtail was going to become a knight, just to put Wormtail on the cusp - for example, to let the Order of the Phoenix or let us know where he was?" Hermione's face turned white as she realized what it meant. "What the hell did Wormtail do that the mystery man ......"

Not hesitating to deliberately expose him, almost equivalent to asking him to die?

Harry had never realized so clearly that Voldemort was still Voldemort, and his ruthlessness was unparalleled, but Voldemort also had a little bit of nothing to do with Voldemort-

There are thousands of ways to get rid of the worm's tail, so why did Voldemort go to such trouble?

Harry suddenly had a suspicion that made his heart skip a beat, but he wasn't sure. The thought of meeting Andrew at once almost made him fidget. But at this moment, the door suddenly slammed open, and all three of them were frightened to their feet.

Professor McGonagall stood outside, her expression quite serious. "I just got word that you three have done something big. She looked around, "No matter how you left the school, you are not allowed to go anywhere until the headmaster returns." ”

The three of them hurriedly nodded.

"The Ministry of Magic has reopened its investigation into Peter Pedru and the street bombing, and a new trial will take place after sufficient evidence has been gathered. Professor McGonagall added, "As the one who has been caught-" She seemed to reproach, but her eyes couldn't hide her appreciation, "you need to prepare your testimony, Mr. Potter." Regarding the question of school protection, the principal said that he was responsible for answering it. ”

Having to trouble Dumbledore to help him clean up the mess again, Harry felt guilty. "Okay, I got it. ”

"The news will spread soon, so be prepared. Professor McGonagall concluded, "Stay in the tower, I'll have dinner brought to you." ”

The three of them continued to nod their heads like chickens pecking rice.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, looking at them one by one. "Don't try to contact anyone suspicious either," she added, slowing down as she closed the door, "You'll have a chance later." ”

It sounded like a mismatch, but Harry cheered silently. As soon as the door closed, the three of them hugged excitedly.

Later in the day.

Above the vast swamp, the fog lingers all year round. They became wetter and colder because of the night. Suddenly, a blind, zigzag white light broke through the fog, and Dumbledore landed.

He's been out and about for days, looking for a nest that must exist. However, in the afternoon he meets two familiar Patronus and learns of Harry, Ron, and Hermione's actions.

This is both unexpected and expected. Dumbledore had to change his plans and return to England after checking the proximity. He was aware of Voldemort's deep intentions and was almost certain that it was a foregone conclusion: Wormtail would not be able to effectively accuse Voldemort, or even any of the Death Eaters, and Sirius would be freed......

However, these are not the deepest effects of this matter, Abu thought about Andrew's plan--- what would the Death Eaters think when Wormtail was ruthlessly betrayed like this?Even if Wormtail deserved it, even if he was a mean, shameless, cowardly poor wizard, but he should not be betrayed, even if he was to be judged, it must be dealt with by the Dark Lord--- but it was clear that the Dark Lord was misled by Crouch, and he agreed with Crouch's seemingly brilliant idea, but in fact harbored evil intentions.

What would the Death Eaters think? Rabbit Death Fox Grief? Empathy? Cracks in these subtle details will accumulate and become a terrible crack that disintegrates the Death Eaters from within.

Thinking about this, Dumbledore raised his arm. A new white light poured out from the tip of the elderberry, soft and bright, dispelling the mist that obscured his vision, illuminating his long gray hair and long curved nose—

He was in the middle of a large black swamp. There were no trees, no shrubs, not even moss, not to mention the sounds of animals. He didn't see any buildings either, but he was more concerned about why it was so quiet.

If he's not mistaken......

Dumbledore's eyes were sharp. As he took a few steps, the dirt on the ground he passed turned solid to rock, so loud and heavy with each blow. A dull rumble rippled from beneath his feet, not in all directions, but directly below. As soon as he flicked his wand, the white light flew upwards and floated in midair. He turned his wand to the ground and silently chanted the incantation.

Soon, with him as the center, the earth cracked. The frozen earth crumbled, the opening getting bigger and bigger, and the bottom was a swarthy swarthy that seemed to absorb any visible light. At first, there was no movement in the darkness, but slowly, the sound of something swimming in the water was heard, and there was a faint humming sound, which seemed to be far away and near, and it was difficult to judge.

Dumbledore's eyebrows showed several deep lines. He stared intently at the nearest rift, a second, two seconds—

Wow!

With the sound of a loud splash, countless wet pale arms were picked up onto the land at the same time. Some of them have excessively dense hair, some have large, stubby palms, and some even have sharp, thick nails...... No matter how you look at it, it's not all human.

A flash of shock flashed in Dumbledore's eyes behind the half-moon lenses. He looked around and noticed that all the big mouths were surrounded by Yin corpse arms, surprisingly neat and consistent.

"Coming alone, even you're too arrogant, Dumbledore. ”

A cold sentence suddenly floated diagonally upward, and Dumbledore immediately looked up.

A black-robed wizard was floating out of thin air, his face blurred by his drooping hood. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, lifting the sleeves of his wide robe. The tip of the yew wand was exposed, and a faint glimmer of light flashed on his left hand.

Dumbledore's gaze followed the black glimmer until it disappeared again under Voldemort's robes. "It seems so," he said, his brow calming.

"Should I let them out?" Voldemort asked softly, his face still hidden in the shadow of his hood. "You don't seem surprised, after all. ”

"Nope. Dumbledore simply denied, "Actually, I have to say I was amazed. You've done what no one else does...... Again, Tom. ”

Voldemort snorted coldly. "You don't have to force yourself to admit it, Dumbledore. He descended slightly, and the black robe fluttered and bulged, "But it doesn't matter, after all, it's not a compliment." ”

Dumbledore stared at him. "Aren't you going to come down, Tom? ”

"Agitation, huh?" Voldemort sneered, his thin lips drawing a sharp arc, "Are you going to say that I don't land because I'm afraid of those things?" ”

Dumbledore nodded. "In this regard, I believe in you. He looked around again—the pale arms still in their original position, as if waiting for the next command—"Fear is clearly a primary element that must be abandoned if so many Yin Corpses are to listen to you. ”

"Don't talk like you know it all!" Voldemort hissed, as if a little annoyed.

"I really dare not boast that I am superior to you in the dark arts. Dumbledore replied calmly, "But, the ......Grim Army," he paused, "Are you going to put the Deathly Hallows to such use, Tom?"

This is obviously ironic, but Voldemort is not only not provoked, but also returns to the original tone. "I don't have any other choice, do I?" he whispered, "of course I prefer the one you have." But since I only have the Soul Stone, I should make the most of it. ”

Dumbledore looked at the wand covered in knots. "Really?" he said, with a hint of doubt in his tone, "I thought you hadn't faced it at all except at the beginning. ”

There was silence for a moment, then Voldemort laughed. "Really, Dumbledore?" he laughed so hard that he bent over, "You want to say you don't know why, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips. "That's right. He replied, not seeming to hear the laughter at all, "I'm not surprised that you want an invincible wand, and I'm curious about why you haven't done it yet." ”

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the swamp suddenly returned to dead silence, except for the faint beating of the water, as if there were more unknown dangers lurking underneath.

"Because I don't really want you to join them just yet," Voldemort straightened up, his tone as relaxed as if he were talking about the weather, "after all, you're a nuisance, but sometimes you're useful." ”

Dumbledore smiled at the threat of killing first and then turning into a corpse. "So, I have to thank you?" he said, but didn't really expect an answer. "I guess what you're saying is useful, maybe including the negotiations I'm going to have with Getler in the near future, or something else? that little thing that just happened at Malfoy Manor?"

Voldemort tilted his head slightly. His jaw was completely exposed to the suspended white light, and his lines were cold and hard. "You got it. ”

Dumbledore did not reply to this statement. "Seriously, I don't think I'm worth it for Peter. In order to survive, he betrayed his friend. He hasn't done you any harm since he took refuge in you, but he's still ......"

"Do you think I'm punishing him in advance for his possible future betrayal?" Voldemort seemed a little amused, "but you're mistaken—" His tone sank, cold and indestructible, "Only fools talk about betrayal, Dumbledore." ”