It was a clear day when the sun was shining brightly on every tower of the castle, Harry had packed his boxes, all his luggage had been packed, and Hedwig was back in its cage.

He, along with Ron, Hermione, and the other fourth-year students, waited in the crowded foyer for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station, and the relationship between Ron and Hermione, which had eased slightly, seemed to be back to square one after yesterday's dinner, and they didn't speak to each other.

Harry didn't know whether to be happy or sad, at least he didn't have to feel embarrassed between the two of them, but if he had to choose, he would rather go to the messy Burrow and continue to be sandwiched between Hermione and Ron, and the three of them would have a noisy, maybe not very pleasant summer vacation.

It was supposed to be a hot summer, and Harry looked out at the blue sky as several owls flapped their wings and landed in the owl shed in the castle's west tower, not knowing what kind of letters they had picked up from nowhere.

The courtyard on Privet Road must be full of foliage, and the flowers in the garden will bloom, but Harry will not be the slightest bit happy about it.

Sirius hadn't heard from him since he had been told to leave that day, and he had thought that he might be able to live with his godfather so that he wouldn't have to spend an entire summer at the Dursleys, especially now, when the Dark Lord had returned.

"Harry? Porter! ”

He turned his head to look, Fleur? Delacour hurried up the stone steps, still attracting many eyes, his cloudy silver hair fluttering behind his head.

"Aren't you going to tell me who you really are, pretending to be the man in Krum?"

"I'm sorry, Fleur," Harry bowed his head, "I really don't know anything. ”

Behind them, Hagrid was helping Madame Maxim harness the two giant horses, and Beauxbatons' carriage was about to depart.

"I told you we'd meet again, didn't we?" Unexpectedly, Fleur didn't ask relentlessly, she suddenly smiled, compared her white index finger to the corner of her mouth, and said with a chuckle: "Next, I may find a job here, maybe I will investigate this matter myself, in short, I will figure it out." ”

Harry wanted to speak, wondering if Fleur would be in danger if she really investigated this kind of thing, and wanted to warn her, but he felt like a mess in his mind.

"What did she tell you?" Ron leaned over and asked, confused.

Fleur had already hurried around and ran down the lawn towards Madame Maxime, her silver hair waving in the sunlight before Harry even had time to call out to her.

"Nothing......" Harry replied perfunctorily, feeling even more irritated, he had never been so upset when he had left Hogwarts.

Not only was he about to leave Hogwarts, to return to the Dursleys, to the place that was like a cage to him, but there were many more emotions that Harry couldn't put into words, and there were even complaints against Ron and Hermione.

Dumbledore kept himself a secret, but he wouldn't tell him anything, his best friends were arguing, they didn't have time to care about their thoughts, all of this made Harry feel tired, his scars sometimes inexplicably dull pain, he wanted to find someone to talk to, but no one wanted to listen.

Voldemort returned, as if everyone was in a state of nervous preparation, but deliberately ignored him, ignoring him, the one who had witnessed Voldemort's return.

As if noticing Harry's depressed mood, Hermione reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, opening her mouth to say something, but ultimately saying nothing.

Harry saw Hermione's slightly haggard appearance, and his heart became unbearable, he wanted to tell Hermione and Ron directly, you guys reconcile, don't quarrel because of that guy in Ning'an.

"Driving ——!"

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Hagrid's shout, and he saw Beauxbatons' huge powdery blue carriage about to take off, twelve winged horses flailing their front hooves, and after a neighing, the silver-maned horses dragged the cart behind them as large as a house, and flew into the sky.

They flew into the air, the wind that swept up Harry's eyes even when he was far away, Hagrid stood on the lawn, the grass around him was pressed by the wind and lowered his head, he blocked his eyes with one hand, and raised the other hand high, as if he was waving his hand, shouting something in his mouth, Harry vaguely heard it, "We'll see you in a few days-", he thought he must have heard it wrong.

"Whew, that's magnificent—" Ron muttered quietly as he watched the huge carriage turn into a tiny black dot in the sky:

"I don't know how Durmstrang's classmates will get back," he said, turning his head to look at the big boat still moored in the lake, "can they still drive that boat without Karkaroff?" ”

"Karkaroff is not at the helm." A hoarse voice said, "He's in the cabin, and we'll do the work." ”

Krum walked out behind Harry, followed by a large group of Durmstrang students, among whom Harry also found a familiar face, was it Daphne? Greengrass's girl, who was saying goodbye to a Hogwarts girl in Slytherin robes, looked alike, Harry guessed it was sisters or something.

"You guys get on board first." Krum whispered to a boy beside him, who stood in front of Harry and looked at Harry steadily.

This was the first head-to-head exchange between Harry and him after the "real" Krum woke up.

"Can I say a few words to you?" He asked Harry.

Harry was stunned as the Durmstrang students passed them one by one and headed for the boat in the lake behind the meadow.

"Oh...... OK...... Okay......" Harry stammered, and without saying a word, Krum walked through the crowd towards a clearing in the distance, with Harry following him.

The two of them had walked almost far away, and when there was no one to hear them, Krum stopped, and he looked back at Harry, his gloomy expression gone, replaced by a sense of complexity and confusion.

Harry had never seen anything like this...... Weak...... of Krum.

"Do you know who impersonated me?" Krum stared at Harry, his eyes blinking as he asked the first question, stumping him for a moment.

"You...... Don't you know? ”

"I've forgotten that memory, I've seen Headmaster Dumbledore, and he said he had been cast a very strong Forgetting Charm—", Krum said, his expression distressed, "but I think the man looked like it was right in my head, but I just couldn't remember it." ”

He spoke slowly, and without saying a word, Harry felt more guilty in his heart, especially when he thought that Ning An was now Durmstrang's headmaster.

"Fleur said you probably know, so ......" Krum looked up at Harry, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I ...... I'm sorry, Krum," Harry gritted his teeth, "I...... I may know who it is, but I have promised someone else, and I can't say that I have promised...... I'm sorry...... Sorry......"

Harry had never felt so embarrassed as he did now, and he felt even more aggrieved in his heart, looking at what he had paid to promise Dumbledore to keep a secret, but what did Dumbledore give him in return? He even wondered if he should continue to keep it a secret.

"Ah......", Krum sighed, "Thank you, thank you for saying that, Harry?" Potter—"

Krum shrugged his shoulders in relief, and put his arm lightly on Harry's shoulder, "You've always been polite to me, not just you, but a lot of the students here, Harry?" Potter, no need to apologize—"

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has approached me," Krum's eyes flashed with some complicated brilliance, "I mean, he's talked to me about something—"

Harry was tempted to ask what Dumbledore had told him, but he held back and didn't ask, for some reason, Harry stubbornly didn't ask.

"What are you going to do?" He said.

"Let's go back to school first," Krum shrugged his shoulders again, he reached out and shook Harry's hand, "I guess you mean our new headmaster, I've seen the report......"

Harry was speechless for a moment, he couldn't think of what to say at this time, did Krum know that the person pretending to be him was most likely their new headmaster, Ning An? How will he be treated when he returns? Harry was worried about Krum.

"I've heard that he used to be a student at Hogwarts." Krum turned and walked slowly towards the farther lawn, Harry pacing behind.

"Hmm...... Uh......"

"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to bring back a letter to our new headmaster." Krum said suddenly, then he shook his head again and said goodbye to Harry, "I agree with what he said—"

Harry looked at Krum and repeated in not so fluent English, "We are only strong if we are united, and if we are divided, we are vulnerable—Hogwarts welcomes everyone who wants to return, doesn't it?" ”

He smiled and finally beckoned to Harry, and turned and walked alone towards the large ship moored on the edge of the lake.

Harry had mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't even want to think about what the letter Dumbledore asked Krum to bring back, he just thought to himself, would he still have a chance to meet Krum and talk to him like today?

There was no horse-drawn carriage, slowly passing along the driveway in front of the foyer, Harry looked back and took a deep look at the magnificent castle behind him, Hogwarts stood in the warm sun, it was still so peaceful and peaceful, whether Dumbledore was standing in front of the window watching them, watching them go away, leaving the school.

Anyway, a rough summer had begun, Harry thought, it would be like this.

Back on the express train on King's Cross, the weather was completely different from when they came to Hogwarts last September, the sky was cloudless, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione finally found an empty cubicle to sit in after a long time.

Coincidentally, they met Malfoy at the aisle.

He had a new partner, and it had been like that for the whole semester, as if he had completely disappeared from Harry's eyes, Crabbe and Goyle no longer followed Malfoy, and he spent his days with a few Slytherin students that Harry didn't know.

But this time Harry recognized it, and one of the girls was the same Daphne who had been with Durmstrang before, and the girl who said goodbye was probably her sister.

"I'll probably transfer next semester to Durmstrang, my dad informed me - at the very beginning of the finalization of things—"

They heard a boy's whisper, but it wasn't Malfoy.

"I wish I could go too, I think I'll try to convince my dad that he used to want to take me to Durmstrang too, but you know, my mom was worried about that place, it's too cold......"

"Ha, Draco, your father wouldn't have thought that this time, if he had known that Durmstrang was open for Muggle-born students......"

“……”

The rest of the words were inaudible, and the group made their way through the aisle, not noticing Harry and the three of them.

The three of them were awakened from their silence by a loud scream, and he was covered by Ron's gown robes, and Hedwig was in the cage next to it, her head tucked under her wings, dozing. Crookshank jumped onto an empty seat and curled up like a big, plush ginger cushion.

Time in the compartment seemed to start flowing again.

"Did you hear that Durmstrang is going to open up for Muggle-born students?" Harry tried to provoke the conversation.

"If it's from the mouth of a Slytherin student, I'm afraid it's not that credible." Ron pouted, noncommittal.

Hermione didn't get involved in the conversation, she pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet that she had been carrying in her bag, and Harry looked at it, not sure if he wanted to know what the newspaper was saying, the previous reports had disappointed him greatly.

"The newspaper didn't say anything, and apart from yesterday's report, today's newspaper is back to normal." Hermione saw him looking at the newspaper and said calmly.

"Just a little mention, you won the Triwizard Cup, and you didn't say a word about that riot and Dumbledore's speech, I think Fudge forced them to be silent."

Harry leaned back on the leather seat of the sofa, looking out the window at the scenery speeding by on both sides, and muttered to himself, what was Dumbledore doing at this time? What will he do to stop Voldemort from making a comeback?

Although there was a little complaint in his heart, Harry had to admit that Dumbledore was the reason why he was still able to sit in the train and continue to think about the whole thing calmly, and with Dumbledore there, they would not feel so worried and painful.

He thought about it, but told Ron and Hermione what Krum had told him, and Dumbledore asked him to bring a letter back to Durmstrang.

"That's not necessarily for Ning An." Ron pouted, reluctantly.

"No matter what you do, jealousy will only make you look small, Ron," Hermione finally picked up, and she said unceremoniously:

"Dumbledore may have heard that Durmstrang had changed his admissions strategy, he must have wanted to unite Ning'an, have you forgotten Dumbledore's words? In the time of Voldemort's resurrection, mutual understanding and connection in the wizarding world was more important than ever. ”

Harry looked at Hermione silently, he was thinking that maybe Hermione was right, but what did Ning An think, Dumbledore's letter, can it really work, for the first time in Harry's life, he had doubts about whether Dumbledore's approach would be effective.