Everyone wants to know what's going on in the maze, and they take the trouble to get to the bottom of the various details of the maze. The table was piled with a variety of food and drinks. Rogge put a lot of effort into the room to pull out fireworks, and the whole lounge was colorful for a while.

"-So that's it--I forgot-you've drunk too much, how do I remember such a thing-" Phoenix propped his head on his hand as he faced his friends' questions.

"Tell me, the magic that made your head down - you know what it is?"

"I don't know—"

Some people stood on the table and shouted, "Slytherin, Slytherin!" and several of the tall sixth and seventh graders threw the reluctant Phoenix up.

"Peverell, Peverell, Peverell!"

It wasn't until midnight that the celebration was finally forcibly broken up by Snape. After everyone left, the traces left by their various carnivals just now were even more prominent.

The two of them were left standing in the messy common room, and Phoenix was sitting, stroking the fried potatoes that had been spilled on the chairs.

"He believes it?"

"Yes, he was very pleased with my rhetoric. Snape continued, "Fudge wouldn't believe the Dark Lord was back, and the Dementor kissed little Crouch directly. ”

"Expected. "Phoenix held his head, he was poured a lot of wine, although not very high, but very good. "Then the Order of the Phoenix has been reorganized. ”

He nodded affirmatively.

Phoenix reached out and grabbed the Wizard's chess piece on the table and jerked it forward.

The soldier shouted loudly: "I have to play chess in the middle of the night."

The version that came out of his mouth the day before he left the school spread throughout the school under Draco's processing. The aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament is still going strong, and many people will come up to greet him as soon as they see him, intending to get some scoop news.

He received a reply from Watson. Unfortunately, nothing was found, and Phoenix suggested trying it from the direction of the orphanage. During the year, it was Watson's son who handled his various affairs, and Watson secretly searched for possible Horcrux clues alone.

He destroyed the letters, got up and went to the auditorium for the leaving dinner.

When Phoenix walked into the auditorium, many students in the entire auditorium stood up and applauded him. The auditorium is decorated in the colors of the winning colleges, which are silver-green.

The real Mad Eye Moody is now sitting at the faculty desk, his wooden legs and enchanted eyes back in their original positions. He seemed so nervous that he jumped in shock whenever someone spoke to him. Karkaroff's seat was empty.

Madame Maxim was still there, and sat next to Hagrid. They were whispering something. On the other side of the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall was Snape.

To be able to sit here meant that he had gained Voldemort's trust again. That's when Phoenix smiled. Once everyone was seated, Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the faculty desk.

"Another year," Dumbledore said, looking at everyone, "it's over." ”

He stopped, his eyes falling on Phoenix.

"I have a lot to say to all of you tonight," said Dumbledore, "and most importantly: Voldemort is back!"

A nervous whisper rang out in the auditorium. Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief. Phoenix, on the other hand, was calm, watching their muttering fade into silence.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this. Dumbledore continued, "Some of my classmates' parents may have been shocked by what I did—either because they couldn't believe Voldemort had really returned, or because they thought I shouldn't have told you about it, because you were young. However, I believe that it is always better to tell the truth than to lie. ”

At this moment, every face in the Great Hall was facing Dumbledore, and every face had shock and horror written on it—oh, not every face. At the Slytherin table, Draco whispered to Clark and Goyle, many of whom were students of their parents' Death Eaters.

Once everyone was seated, Dumbledore continued, "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world. In light of what is happening now - in light of Voldemort's resurrection - this connection is more important than ever. ”

Dumbledore looked at Lady Maxim and Hagrid, Fleur Delacour and her Beauxbatons alumni, and Wickdor Krum and Durmstrang at the Slytherin table. Phoenix noticed that Krum seemed nervous, even a little scared, as if he thought Dumbledore would say something harsh.

"Every guest in this auditorium," said Dumbledore, his gaze resting on Durmstrand's classmates, "is welcome whenever he wishes to return." I say it to all of you again - given Voldemort's resurrection, we will only be strong if we are united, and if we are divided, we will be vulnerable. Voldemort was clever at creating conflict and hostility. We can only fight it to the end if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust. As long as we have the same goal and open our hearts, differences in habits and languages will not be an obstacle. ”

"I believe - I wish I was wrong - I believe that we are all going to face dark and difficult times. Some of you in the Great Hall have been directly mutilated by Voldemort's poison. Many of your families have been torn apart. ”

The next day, the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were on their way back, and the stone steps at the entrance to the castle were particularly crowded. Although it has only been a short year, many people have made new friends. Everyone said goodbye in groups.

"-I'm leaving, and I'm going to come to France to play with me sometime. After the game, Fleur suddenly became very generous, different from before.

"I probably don't have that much time - to be honest, I always thought you were looking at me. Now I think I'm self-inflicted. Phoenix touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Haha, you're really shameless, I won't take a fancy to you little boy. Fleur laughed and trembled, attracting the sideways glances of the people around her.

Fleur didn't say that she was approaching Phoenix for a purpose, and he wasn't stupid, so the two exchanged pleasantries and turned the page.

On their way back to King's Cross Station, the weather was completely different from when they came to Hogwarts last September. The sky was cloudless. The Triwizard Tournament that just ended was naturally everyone's talking point, but Phoenix was tired of it. He had more important things to think about.

Magic is always changing, and you can never finish learning what is in a book. There's always new magic coming up, and if we just learn magic, it's never-ending, and that's not what I set up this club in the first place. So, this summer I thought -- maybe, you can try to create a little bit of magic. For example, books such as "Overview of Transfiguration" and "Dark Magic: Exploration" are very helpful for innovating magic, and you can refer to-"

After talking to the PA members, the new goal. The members left separately, and he asked Rog and Noe to let the others come to the carriage so that they could have a quiet time.

The Daily Prophet only sent a short message the day after the third project, saying that Phoenix had won the Triwizard Cup. Not a word about Voldemort's return. Fudge is starting to do it, and the first step is to control public opinion.

Throwing down the Daily Prophet, Phoenix writes a letter to Watson. The letter agrees with his decision and reminds him that the Dark Lord has been resurrected, so he must act more cautiously and carefully, preferring to abandon the search rather than arouse Voldemort's alarm.