It's been almost a month since the Triwizard Tournament ended, and Harry still felt that the memories that had been like a dream were haunting him all the time, and the grass on the meadow had sprouted, green, and at a glance, it looked like a green sea.

The warm sun was shining overhead, slanting into the castle, and all cold memories seemed to be dispelled by the warm sun, life became fragmented and idle, and the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was canceled as a matter of course, and Dumbledore later communicated with Moody, Cedric, Krum, and Fleur respectively.

Harry didn't know what they were talking about, and Dumbledore said a few words to the whole school at breakfast, asking them not to disturb the Triwizards, to ask him questions, or to pester him about what had happened in the labyrinth that day.

Most of the people walked around Harry, and when they met in the hallway, people would avoid his gaze, and some would cover their mouths with their hands and whisper to their companions as they passed him.

Harry grew accustomed to dealing with this, and he had a brief meeting with Cedric and Krum, but when they were in front of him, Harry always felt strange, Krum looked at him with wary eyes, and Cedric was completely unfamiliar, as if he was not familiar with him at all.

Harry was learning how to live in such a life, he didn't care about the whispers and the strange looks that came his way, he now preferred to be with Ron and Hermione.

The three of them talked about other topics, or he and Ron played chess for a while, and Ron and Hermione were most likely reconciled or able to maintain a peaceful relationship again, which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief, and this was almost the only place he could catch his breath.

Sirius hadn't been back since Dumbledore's orders that day, and he had gone nowhere, and Harry had been thinking about his godfather day and night, but all speculation was useless until he had known for sure, he didn't know what was going on outside Hogwarts, and he could only get a few words from Ron.

"I heard my mother ask Dumbledore that she wants you to come to our house this holiday season—"

"What did Dumbledore say?"

Harry was anxious, and it would be wonderful to be able to stay in the Burrow all summer without having to endure the incessant nagging and arguing of the Dursleys.

Ron showed an expression that couldn't bear to hit him, and hesitated, "Dumbledore said you better go back to Dursley's house, or at least go back there first......"

"Why?" Harry sank into the couch in frustration, he wanted to bury his head in it, so that he probably wouldn't have to think about the present, let alone the future.

"Mom said Dumbledore must have a point, we should believe him......"

"Madame Weasley is right, Harry, I don't think anyone knows better than Dumbledore what is best for you."

Hermione also tried to convince Harry, but it made Harry feel even more uncomfortable, why did Dumbledore know what he wanted better than himself?

He just didn't want to stay at Dursley's house, and oh my god, it would drive him crazy to let him stay at Dursley's house when Voldemort came back.

Aside from Ron and Hermione, the only one who could comfort Harry in the school was Hagrid, who would always find time to sit in Hagrid's hunting lodge, and Hagrid would carefully prepare hot tea and rock crust cakes for them, although it was hard and a little toothy, and Harry didn't like to eat them.

After the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was temporarily cancelled, Harry took advantage of the sunny Thursday afternoon to go to Hagrid's hut, only him and Ron, Hermione said that she had something to do, and left in a hurry, she had been like this for some time ago, Harry always felt that she had something to hide from everyone.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, Hagrid—"

As soon as Harry and Ron approached the hunting lodge, they saw a tall figure standing in the doorway, Hagrid was sending each other, and it was Toothtooth who first spotted Harry and Ron approaching, barking and rushing over, with a big hot tongue, jumping up to lick Harry's face.

"Oh, oh, alright—Yaya, you guy, that's enough, you're going to rip my clothes—"

Harry managed to shake off his intimacy and came to the hut.

"Hello, Madame Maxim." He and Ron saluted the headmistress, who was taller than Hagrid, and Madame Maxim smiled gently

"Hello," she said, looking down at Fleur, who was staring at Harry, "Hagrid invited us to afternoon tea, and we were about to go back—"

"Harry,"

Fleur stood up suddenly, and Harry had a hunch from the moment she stared at him that this girl must have something to ask him, so he was not surprised, and looked up at her calmly.

"You know who Krum is, right?" His words made both Ron and Hagrid look at Harry, and Fleur pouted, looking stubborn, as if they had to get an answer from Harry.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Harry remembered Dumbledore's command, and he subconsciously lied, looking directly at Fleur, who seemed unwilling to ask again.

"Alright, it's time for us to go Fleur,"

Madame Maxim turned half of her body and gestured slightly to Hagrid, and she reached out and tugged at Fleur's sleeve, who still looked at Harry unwillingly, as if she was obsessed with the answer she wanted.

"I'll look for you again, we'll meet again, I'll get a job in London, and even if you don't tell me, we'll know sooner or later, right?"

Fleur walked away, her voice and her long cloudy hair dissipating dimly in the delicate sun, and Hagrid still gazed at the back of Madame Maxim's departure.

"When did you reconcile with her?" Ron asked curiously.

"What," Hagrid waved his hand and turned to signal them to follow him into the house, Tooth followed Hachihachi, gasping for breath.

Hagrid made tea for Harry and Ron, cleaned up the old plates, and served a small plate of rock skins, Harry looked at him like a bartender in a leaky cauldron, maybe Hagrid used to work on three brooms? Harry thought to himself.

But it's impossible, who but Dumbledore would hire a guy with giant blood to do things?

"Where's Hermione?" Hagrid asked, looking down suspiciously, trying to find Hermione through the window.

"Who knows," Ron said angrily, taking a bite out of the crust cake, "she's been mysteriously lately, and she's probably vomiting again." ”

Hagrid understood what vomiting was, and Hermione had invited him to join, but he refused, and he tilted his head to Harry, who was holding the teacup without saying a word, and asked in a rough voice:

"How's it going, are you okay?"

"Well, that's good." Harry replied.

"Everything will be fine." Hagrid's tone was confident, "I knew he was going to be back." ”

It was the first time in a long time that Harry had taken an optimistic approach to Voldemort's return, with the others either nervous, including himself, and most of the rest thinking he was crazy.

"Why?" Harry blurted out that he didn't think Hagrid had more say than he did, yes, no one had more say in this matter than he did.

Voldemort had been resurrected with his blood, and he had watched him with his own eyes, watching the tall, thin figure emerge from the cauldron and put on his robes, and until now, the two dark red eyes of the Earth Demon still made the scar on Harry's forehead ach.

No one wanted Voldemort to die and never come back more than him.

"It's been so many years, Harry," Hagrid looked at Harry earnestly, "he's there, we all know, he's waiting for his moment, gathering strength, so it's going to happen, and now it's happening, and we're going to admit the reality, and then it's the fight, our fight." ”

He raised his head and took a long sip of tea, Hagrid's hand was more than two or three times larger than the teacup, and he drank it as if he were about to bite it to pieces.

"We can stop him from gaining power, prevent him from dominating the world, that's how Dumbledore planned it, we have Dumbledore, as long as he's there, I don't worry much."

But is that really the case? Harry was suspicious, Hagrid didn't know the whole thing, didn't know that there were others, yes, Harry thought to himself.

There is also Ning An, except for Dumbledore, Sirius and Snape, no one knows about the other side of the whole thing, and the more than thirty wizards who suddenly appeared in the phantasmagion are obviously Ning An's forces.

Harry couldn't tell Hagrid, he sometimes felt that the secrets were about to torture him insane, and Dumbledore let him know it, but he didn't tell him the whole plan, he was just busy in secret.

He didn't know where the Godfather had gone, he didn't know what Snape's mission was, and Harry was puzzled that Dumbledore didn't suspect Snape at all, why did Dumbledore trust this former Death Eater so much? Is it because he says he has reformed?

Hagrid also told the two of them mysteriously:

"Dumbledore got me some work this summer," he puffed up his chest triumphantly, Hagrid was convinced that he was Dumbledore's most trusted person, and that he always entrusted himself with such important matters, whether it was the gift of the Philosopher's Stone or the reception of Harry.

"What kind of work?"

"That's a secret, maybe you'll find out later," Hagrid said, "but Olim might come with me, I've convinced her, and she'll agree." ”

Hagrid couldn't comfort Harry today, and by the time they left the hunting lodge, it was already dark, and Harry's mood was as deep as the night.

"You don't have to worry about anything," Ron said with him, wading through Hagrid's vegetable garden, "Dumbledore will arrange all of this, I'm sure Voldemort won't hurt you a hair." ”

"Yes, protect me, and then hide all the plans to protect me," said Harry, sullenly, "what is he afraid of me knowing?" It was Voldemort I faced, I watched Voldemort come back to life, and I was the one who Voldemort wanted to take his life the most! ”

He couldn't keep his voice from getting too excited, but it was clearly a little scared of Ron,

"I'm sorry, Ron, I just-" Harry explained weakly like a deflated ball

"I'm just a little out of control," said Harry, as they walked into the grounds in front of the castle, and the cool breeze blew through the two of them, curling their hair up wantonly, and Harry, avoiding the wind, turned and walked backwards.

"Dumbledore won't let me know anything, I can keep it a good secret, I've faced Voldemort several times, but he still doesn't trust me......"

When Harry mentioned Voldemort's name, Ron couldn't help but shudder.

"It's just not time yet, maybe...... Maybe at the end of the semester, Dumbledore will look for you and tell you about his plans......"

"I hope so." Harry said in a non-expectant tone as he stepped through the castle gates.

Walking up the changing staircase all the way to the eighth floor, the fat lady interrogated their passwords with a serious expression

"The Golden Lion?"

"Alright, kids, let's go in." The Fat Lady stepped out of the way, and Harry and Ron slipped into the common room in turn.

It's quiet in the lounge, Dean? Thomas and Seamus? Finigan leaned against the window and whispered something, then shut up when Harry and Ron came in, turning and walking towards the boys' dormitory.

"Nerves." Ron sighed under his breath.

Harry was no longer surprised by the strange stares he had recently received, after all, when he said that Voldemort had returned, many people in the school still saw him as a beam-jumping clown who wanted to make a name for himself by doing some gimmicks, especially students whose family had died at Voldemort's beheels.

"Where have you been?" Ginny got up from behind the couch and walked over to the two of them, where she had been sitting and not letting them see them.

"Went to see Hagrid, what's wrong?"

Ginny glanced at Harry, her cheeks flushed inexplicably, and she gestured to the couch, "Hermione has been sitting there all afternoon, and she hasn't eaten dinner. ”

The fire beeped and Harry and Ron saw Hermione sitting on the red sofa chair facing the fireplace, staring blankly at the fire, Harry swore he had never seen Hermione look so blank before.

"What's going on?" He tried to ask Ginny, but as if she did not dare to look at him, she just bowed her head and muttered:

"I don't know, she's been sitting there since she came back from outside."

Harry nodded, leaning over cautiously, noticing that Hermione was leaning against the couch, her hands folded, one finger subconsciously wiping a ring back and forth on her index finger.

Harry hadn't even noticed when Hermione had such a ring, a red ring with a Gryffindor lion on it, and a large letter H.

"Hey, are you alright, Hermione?"

"Huh?" As if awakened from her sleep, Hermione sat up abruptly, her hands behind her back, as if trying to hide her ring.

"Where have you been today, why haven't you seen anyone for a day?" Harry frowned, Hermione's dejected appearance worried him, "Are you alright?" ”

"Well, I'm fine," Hermione scrambled to her feet, "just a little tired, sorry, Harry, I'll go back first-" she said as she turned and walked towards the girls' dormitory, leaving a surprised Harry and Ron standing where they were, completely unaware of what was going on.

The fire was still burning silently.

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