"What's wrong with her?"

Ron asked Ginny in confusion, and Ginny looked in the direction Hermione had left and spread her hands, indicating that she didn't know anything.

Harry went back to the dorm room, lying in his bed/shang, he was a little tired, if even Hermione couldn't take care of his own business, then what could he do, seeing that the semester was coming to an end, Harry was a little scared to attend this year's school leaving party.

Normally, it would have been a celebration, but this year, Harry didn't think Dumbledore or the other professors would be in the mood to celebrate, and even the students wouldn't necessarily want to have fun.

The feeling of darkness hanging over his head, he believed many people had, and that was why people whispered to him in private, apparently seeing Harry as the source of all this unease and fear.

I'm just telling the truth......

Harry buried his head in the pillow and felt a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, Ron—just a little tired."

"Well—well, I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

****

Harry didn't expect the haze to last until the night before he returned to Privet Road, he packed his bags without saying a word, Ron didn't have much to say, both of them silently packed up, and when they packed their things, they went to the common room together, where Hermione was waiting.

Harry looked happy, cheered up, and greeted Hermione, seeing that his good friend was inexplicably depressed these days, and Harry was not feeling well.

"Hey, let's go, Hermione—"

Hermione put on a new bun today, as if to change her mood, and a smile appeared on her slightly haggard face, and the three of them walked towards the auditorium together, but the atmosphere was always a little uneasy tonight.

Harry came out of the Gryffindor Tower, and as he passed the eighth floor, he saw Professor McGonagall running through the hallway in a panic, apparently heading to Dumbledore's office.

"What's wrong?"

Ron muttered quietly, Harry's heart was heavy, how much he wished he knew what was going on? After the third project was over, Dumbledore never looked for him again, as if he had forgotten him, and even Sirius was arranged to go out, and Harry didn't know where to send a letter to his godfather.

"Who knows."

He exhaled heavily, his heart feeling like a big stone had been crushed, the students passing by in the hallway, their eyes wandering over Harry's face, and he didn't even want to go into the crowded auditorium, preferring to wait for them all to go before going in to eat.

The Great Hall was decorated as usual, but instead of the four-color flag, three large flags were hung high in the center of the Great Hall, and Harry could recognize the Hogwarts coat of arms, which were all too familiar to Harry with the Gryffindor Lion, Slytherin Serpent, Hufflepuff Badger, and Ravenclaw Eagle.

The other side was painted with two golden criss-cross wands, each with three stars on it, and above it were the coats of arms of two silver pegasus, which Harry guessed must be Beauxbatons' school crest, and the remaining green, skeletal-like deer with a two-headed eagle on its head, must have been Durmstrang.

This year, there was no House Cup, but a Triwizard Tournament, so the flags of the three schools were hoisted.

"Here- Harry, Ron-"

Fred and George sat at the long Gryffindor table and called out to them, both of them looking excited, as if they had something to say.

Harry had wanted to sit in the corner, for as he walked past him, the chatter and scrutiny of the people came back to him, and although he had grown accustomed to it, it still annoyed him.

"Ignore them—"

Hermione muttered quietly and took the lead, blocking the view ahead, Harry cast a grateful look at her, and the three of them made their way to the table where the twins were.

"I've got to tell you something big!" Fred mysteriously leaned his head over, as if he had something hidden in his bosom.

"No, no, we should reveal at the end, if Dumbledore hadn't mentioned it in his speech-" George reminded Fred later, which made his face even more agitated.

"Yes, yes, if Dumbledore says it, then let's make the news public."

Fred actually retracted his body again, this appetizing act aroused the displeasure of their younger brother, Ron rolled his eyes, looked at his two older brothers with dissatisfaction, and explained to Harry:

"Leave them alone, probably they buried big feces in the bathroom on a certain floor, and my mother will definitely teach them a hard lesson when she comes home."

At this, Ron himself laughed, as if he was looking forward to the scene where Dumbledore went to find the big dung egg himself, and then the dung egg exploded.

Harry sat down with a frown, looking at the empty mug in front of him, he didn't think Professor McGonagall's hurried way through the eighth-floor hallway would be because of the big.

At the faculty desk, there were a few people sitting around, and the real Mad-Eye Moody appeared there, he was on crutches, with a black blindfold in his left eye, and the magic prosthetic eye was taken by little Barty? Crouch took it away, and Harry thought maybe he had to find someone to make a new one.

He seemed nervous, and he jumped in shock when everyone came to talk to him, but Harry still admired him, and at this time, he was willing to attend such a dinner.

Next to him was supposed to be Karkaroff's seat, but now that it was vacant, Harry looked at Durmstrang students next to Slytherin across the table from them, and wondered if Karkaroff was at the moment, and if Voldemort had caught him.

Madame Maxim was still there, sitting next to Haige, they were talking about something quietly, Hagrid just didn't want to tell Harry what the task Dumbledore gave him, and Harry wouldn't dwell on asking non-stop, anyway, now everyone doesn't tell him anything, he has taken it as the norm.

Look at what Fred and George look like, maybe they both know more than they do, who is the one who really faces Voldemort?

The places around her that were supposed to be Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore were now empty, causing the students to sit for a long time and the dinner didn't start.

Harry was wondering where Snape had gone, when he stepped out of the side door at the back of the Great Hall, as if he had just come downstairs, his face gloomy and his expression elusive, still as annoying as ever.

As Harry looked at him, Snape's gaze lingered on Harry for a moment.

Harry didn't know what Dumbledore meant when he told Snape on the night Voldemort's return that he wasn't ready, and he couldn't understand why the Headmaster was so sure that Snape was on their side...... Could it be that he is back to his old job, "risking his life terribly" and becoming a spy specializing in Voldemort again?

Or is he the same on Voldemort's side, never really taking refuge in Dumbledore, but like Voldemort himself, he has been lurking, waiting for the right moment?

Harry was thinking about it when there was a sudden silence in the Great Hall that brought him back to his senses, and behind Snape, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall appeared, and they hurried back to their places, whispering a few words to a few people around them, and Dumbledore came to the faculty desk.

There was silence in the auditorium, and countless eyes were focused on Mr. Principal, since the Triwizard Tournament, there has been too much confusion and confusion this semester, and until now there are still rumors speculating about the truth of the third project.

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

There was no noise or noise, and everyone knew that Fred and George were whispering something to each other before they had finished speaking, and Harry was curious about what Fred had hidden in his arms.

"I should have had a lot to say to all of you tonight," Dumbledore said, "and perhaps it all started with the third event of the Final Three, the moment when the Warrior disappeared as you all witnessed it." ”

Harry felt the air freeze, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for Dumbledore to say the truth.

At this time, Harry felt light, as if he didn't care about this matter, he knew that Dumbledore would tell the truth, so during this time, other people's slander of him, and even the stupid words that questioned his madness, became worthless.

His gaze looked through the crowd to Durmstrong's table, where Krum sat at the front with a solemn face, not knowing what to think, and on the other side he caught a glimpse of Cedric and Akihari, two people sitting far apart, no longer familiar.

But it's normal to be unfamiliar, Harry thought to himself, that Cedric was a fake in the first place.

He was a little happy and a little worried in his heart, happy that Qiu Zhang seemed to be single again, which was probably one of the few things that made him happy recently, but he was also worried, was it possible that Cedric before was pretended by Ning An? Does Qiu Zhang know this?

"The Warriors are disappearing because someone has done something about the Final Three......"

Dumbledore's words brought Harry back again, and he looked up at Dumbledore.

"The person who did this was a guy named Barty? Crouch's Death Eater. ”

There was a faint whisper in the auditorium, and Harry saw Moody, who was sitting behind the staff's desk, smacking his cane hard, his face turned purple, he must have hated little Barty, and he must have hated the roots of his teeth.

"He did this to resurrect Voldemort—"

The discussion was louder, and Harry could clearly feel that Ron beside him shivered unnaturally when he heard the name of the mysterious man, and Hermione stared at Dumbledore without blinking, her body trembling slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Yes, I must tell you, he succeeded," Dumbledore paused, and then as everyone held their breath, he spat out a few words,

"Voldemort is resurrected."

Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief, a few people turned their heads to Harry, and Ron glared at them, as if to reprimand them for thinking Harry was talking nonsense, and Dean among them? Thomas and Seamus? Figani's sight.

"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 was doing - it was because they couldn't believe that Voldemort had really returned, or that you were too young to tell you about it. ”

Fear crept over everyone's faces, and Harry looked out of place at the Slytherin table, to his surprise, Crabbe and Goyle had excited looks on their faces, while Malfoy sat far away from them, sitting with a few Slytherins Harry didn't know.

They were expressionless, as if neither surprised nor delighted by this, but simply watched indifferently.

"But I think it's the best time to tell you, you must know," Dumbledore cleared his throat

"Because not long ago, we learned that Azkaban had been captured and more than ten Death Eaters had escaped."

There was a flurry in the auditorium, and Moody suddenly got up from his chair, but was soon sat down by Megra again, and Harry saw the twin brother sitting in front of him, and clapped his hands excitedly, and Fred turned his head and squeezed his eyes at him, as if to say:

"Look, I'll talk to you later—"

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world," Dumbledore's serious voice echoed through the Great Hall, suppressing the noise of distraction, and the hall returned to calm.

"Given the current situation, and what's happening – this connection is more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked at Lady Maxime, Hagrid, Fleur, and Beauxbatons' students, then turned his gaze to Slytherin and Durmstran's students, and Harry caught a glimpse of Krum clenching his fists.

"Every guest in this hall will be welcomed at any time if they wish to return," Dumbledore's gaze wandered back and forth between the Slytherin and Durmstrang students, "I repeat to you all - given Voldemort's resurrection, we will only be strong if we are united, and if we are divided, we will be vulnerable, and we will only be able to fight it to the end if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust." ”

"I wish I was mistaken—but I still have to say that the dark times are coming, and we are about to face a difficult and gloomy time, and please remember that the more difficult the times, the more unity is worth it, and when you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, perhaps you should look at the family and friends who have rallied around you - think about what they have fought for so far."

Dumbledore's speech was over, and the Great Hall fell silent, everyone seemed to have different thoughts, Fred and George leaned over and finally pulled out what they had hidden in their arms, which was a newspaper.

"The latest Daily Prophet - but the newspapers don't say it's Voldemort's fall on Azkaban, it's about Sirius—"