The crowd's questioning voices didn't interrupt Dumbledore's words, and he raised his pitch a little to suppress the noise on the field.

"The Ministry of Magic won't want me to tell you this, and some of my classmates' parents won't approve of my move, but it's happening all around you, and it's everyone's concern, and I believe it's always better to tell the truth than to lie! What Hogwarts should teach you is integrity, not lies! ”

Dumbledore's tone was very serious, he looked around at the young wizards below, and continued to speak under the gaze of a pair of frightened or confused eyes.

"We will all have to go through a period of great darkness in the near future......

So I sincerely hope that all of you here will be able to unite! There has never been a greater need for this quality than in this time, and it is only when we are united and determined to fight the darkness that we will be able to defeat Voldemort and achieve final victory! ”

With that, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Gryffindor's long table, "There's a good example of that tonight, for example...... After Mr. Potter was taken away by Peter Pettigrew, his friends actively launched a rescue operation and successfully saved him from Voldemort......

Dumbledore recounted the incident very briefly, and added 100 points to Ivan, Harry, and Ron, and 50 points to Hermione for their courage, intelligence, perseverance, and loyalty to their friends tonight!

Ron below, after hearing Dumbledore praise himself in public and give him the same score as Ivan and Harry, was surprised and a little apprehensive at the same time.

"The professor shouldn't have given me so many points, I didn't even see the face of the mysterious man......" Ron said awkwardly.

"No, the information you provided is critical, Ron!" Ivan said seriously. "If you hadn't seen through Peter Pettigrew's disguise and informed us in the first place, Harry would have been dead by the time we arrived!"

As the two spoke, Dumbledore flicked his wand, replacing the flags of the three major schools floating in the air with golden-red lion flags.

"It's a few days before you leave school, but judging by the scoreline, I don't think there's any suspense about this year's House Cup – it will belong to Gryffindor!" Dumbledore shouted.

After the announcement, there was only a sparse applause in the Great Hall - after all, the news of Voldemort's resurrection was too shocking, and the House Cup had become insignificant in comparison.

When the applause in the Great Hall had completely stopped, Dumbledore spoke. "Okay, that's all I want to say, and now I ask the prefects to lead the students back to their respective lounges, I think you should all be tired and need to take a good rest......"

Just then, a sharp knock on the door suddenly interrupted Dumbledore's words.

The little wizards who were about to leave looked over curiously.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fudge led several Aurors in a brisk walk.

"What the hell are you doing? Albus? Fudge looked at Dumbledore in annoyance. I've heard you tell an absurd story from far away......"

He had rushed over to hear the news of the chaos in the playing field, but he had just walked out of the foyer when he heard Dumbledore talk about the Falling Demons......

"It's not a story, Connery, it's a real thing, I'm about to tell you in detail..."Dumbledore didn't care about Fudge's offense, said calmly, and after giving the prefects a look, he took Fudge and the others to the conference room at the side entrance of the Great Hall.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Ivan shook his head, he had completely lost faith in Fudge since the incident of Crouch Jr., and it was almost impossible for Dumbledore to win the support of the Ministry of Magic.

If he were Dumbledore, he would have used the Imperius Curse to control Fudge now, or he could have turned the Minister into a puppet by modifying his memory, and only then could he unite the power of the Ministry.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore couldn't have done this, so the conversation was doomed to be fruitless......

Thinking of this, Ivan couldn't help but shake his head, and after saying goodbye to Althea, he followed the Gryffindor young wizards back to the common room.

Lying on the soft bed in his bedroom, Ivan thought back to the scene that had happened tonight, and he couldn't sleep at all, knowing that he might not be able to last long in such a peaceful life.

……

Over the next two days, the atmosphere in the castle became even more eerie.

The leisurely days before leaving school should have been the happiest time for the little wizards, but on weekdays, there were not many little wizards coming out to play on the grass, but they were all in a hurry as if they were in a hurry, and some of the little wizards would deliberately avoid them.

As for the reason, Ivan is clear, probably warned by the parents.

For in the last few days, a large number of owls had been seen flying into the headmaster's office at the top of the tower, and a faint reprimand could be heard coming from inside, according to Hermione's guess, it was a roaring letter from the parents.

Obviously, Dumbledore's public announcement of Voldemort's return did not meet the expectations of the parents, and some people insisted on not believing that the Dark Lord had been resurrected, and their thoughts would naturally be passed on to the next generation.

In such a tense atmosphere, George and Fred bucked the trend and held a price reduction promotion with great fanfare, selling all joke toys at a 7% discount, threatening to make Hogwarts lively again.

But no matter how Ivan looked at it, it was more like they wanted to clear the already full inventory before leaving school.

Time turned, and soon it was the day of leaving the school, and Ivan and the others packed their bags in the morning, and then went to the auditorium to enjoy today's breakfast together.

As he passed the academy's table, Ivan vaguely heard two young wizards arguing about whether the mystery man had been resurrected.

Harry and Hermione both looked angry and even wanted to argue with each other, but Ron pouted. "If they don't believe it, let them go, and when the mysterious man stands in front of them, it's too late to regret it!"

Ivan nodded, arguing with these people is undoubtedly a waste of saliva, there are always some diehards who would rather be immersed in this illusion of peace forever without slashing their knives......