Dumbledore's unhurried answer made Harry stunned, he couldn't quite understand why the topic had suddenly shifted from the resurrection of the Dark Lord to today's dinner.

"But... Professor..."

Harry wanted to continue asking, but was stopped after a few words.

Ivan shook his head at Harry to tell him to say less, then looked at Dumbledore and spoke. "Professor, if there are no other instructions, let's go back first!"

"Go ahead!" Dumbledore waved his hand a little tiredly, and before everyone left, he looked at Harry and added. "If there is any news like this, you'd better let me know as soon as possible!"

……

"So, we're going back like this?"

Out of the headmaster's office, Harry glanced back and said reluctantly, he still had a lot of questions to ask.

"Or else? What do you think we can do? Ivan glanced at Harry and said helplessly.

Dumbledore's meaning couldn't be clearer, even if Voldemort was secretly plotting something, they would not be able to help these fourth-year wizards, or even if they didn't help!

If Harry hadn't taken his friends to break into the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries on time and space, he would not have fallen into Voldemort's trap and killed Sirius.

In fact, such a result can be regarded as Harry's protagonist aura, otherwise, without the help of the Order of the Phoenix, these young wizards who have not yet graduated have been wiped out in the battle with the Death Eaters.

"Ivan is right, Harry! We've done everything we can, and the rest of Professor Dumbledore will take care of it! Hermione was also helpful.

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but after thinking about it, he realized that he really couldn't do anything.

Ron comforted Harry, while Ivan thought about how to inform Dumbledore about the Hufflepuff Gold Cup in Gringotts as naturally as possible.

This is the best Horcrux to deal with at the moment, but it is difficult to break into Gringotts with its own strength, and it is not safe to rely on Bogok to transform and disguise.

Just walking with their own thoughts, the four of them soon arrived at the auditorium.

After staying in the principal's office for a while, they were obviously a little late, and the long tables of the four major academies were already crowded with people eating, Ivan and the others didn't dare to delay and hurriedly found a vacant seat and sat down.

After a day of classes, Ron was already a little hungry, and as soon as he sat down, he couldn't wait to pick up a knife and cut a large piece of cake into his mouth, chew it in a big gulp, and then picked up the lemon juice and poured it hard, burping comfortably.

Ivan took aim at the shortbread on the table, forked it onto his plate, and began to enjoy today's dinner.

While eating, Ivan didn't forget to glance at Hermione, and when he saw the little witch grabbing the slice of bread and applying jam on it as usual, he knew that she had figured it out.

"Oh my God, Hermione, you're starting to eat! Didn't you say that you would rather starve to death than eat the food of slave labor? Ron also noticed this at this time, and said in surprise.

"Because I've figured it out that there's a better way to take a stand on the rights and interests of elves." Hermione turned her head and glared at Ron fiercely.

Ron pursed his lips, but he wasn't stupid enough to continue to irritate Hermione, but turned his body to look at Harry, who was obviously a little absent-minded.

"Are you still thinking about the mystery man? Forget about them, Harry! Just think of it as a dream! No, it was meant to be a dream! Ron reassured.

Harry didn't say anything, just nodded perfunctorily.

He would have liked to forget about it for a while, as Ron had said, but it turned out that it was obviously not so easy to do, and as soon as he closed his eyes now, the scenes from the dream would come to his mind that he couldn't forget.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings outside the door of the auditorium, and when Ivan heard the sound, he saw a flock of owls flying in from outside, delivering letters and items to the long tables of the four colleges.

One of the owls swirled around over the Great Hall, and finally flew in this direction.

Harry had a look of surprise on his face, and he thought it must be Sirius's letter!

When he was a guest at Dursley's house, he had told Sirius about his scars and pain, so he was eager to hear Sirius's reply.

Unfortunately, the owl landed directly on Ivan's shoulder under his expectant gaze.

"Who wrote to you?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Well, it should have been sent by my mother... Well, and the Daily Prophet I ordered has arrived! Ivan swallowed the steak in his mouth, grabbed the owl on his shoulder in a slurred voice, and took down the envelope and newspaper hanging from the other's feet.

Ivan didn't mean to open the letter on the spot, it might involve something that was inconvenient for Harry and the others to know, so he put it away directly, ready to wait for the evening to read it.

As for the newspaper, Ivan didn't care about it, and opened it in front of several people.

"What is this?" Looking at the cover of the Daily Prophet, Ivan couldn't help frowning.

It was a chaotic camp, with fires blazing on all sides, and a large number of people who didn't know if they were wizards or Muggles were fleeing in panic, rendering the whole scene very terrifying.

"Isn't that the chaos that happened on the day of the World Cup? It was actually photographed! Hermione leaned over and said in surprise.

When Harry and Ron heard this, they looked at it curiously.

After just a few glances, both of them looked like they had eaten flies, because in addition to reporting on the chaos at the beginning, the Daily Prophet also specifically mentioned the mistakes of the Ministry of Magic and Sirius's almost capture.

"Your dad is in the papers, Weasley!" Well-fed and well-fed, Malfoy walked over with two of his henchmen, with an identical copy of the Daily Prophet in their hands, and gloating on their faces.

After taunting Ron, Malfoy turned his gaze back to Harry's body. "Oh, and you Harry, your godfather is almost going to Azkaban again."

"How about I read it to you?" Malfoy cleared his throat and watched the newspaper read aloud, ignoring Harry and Ron's attempts to hit someone.

"Recently, a massive riot broke out after the Quidditch World Cup, with rioters burning down tents and torturing Muggles for fun.

According to unknown sources, the Ministry of Magic has captured a former Azkaban fugitive, Sirius Black, at the scene, who is suspected of being the culprit in the chaos! ”

"yes, I think their suspicions are very reasonable, it's a coincidence that it took only so long for Black to be out of prison before such chaos broke out!" Malfoy looked at Harry playfully and sneered.

(PS: It's still a change today...) ）