"Mr. Headmaster—this is ——?"

Madam Pomfrey, apparently frightened by the number of people being brought in at once, stepped forward, and Dumbledore raised his hand to signal her to be uneasy.

"We can't stay here with so many people, we have to have someone to organize the students." Dumbledore looked out the door and said calmly, and the words were quickly answered.

"I'll go, Arbus, and leave it to me." Professor McGonagall turned to leave, and Dumbledore nodded, then at Lady Maxime

"Olim, leave it to Poppy—"

Madame Maxim wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, looked at the unconscious Fleur, her face changed a few times, and finally took a deep breath and agreed:

"Okay, I'll go back and look after the students."

"She'll be fine," Dumbledore said simply, "Hagrid, you go back with Olim and get Karkaroff." ”

Harry watched Dumbledore give orders in an orderly manner, the people in the infirmary gradually walked away, the whole room was empty, he sat on the white sheets, Madam Pomfrey draped him in a blanket, the potion he drank seemed to be working, except for the feeling of heat in his stomach, the headache was reduced, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"Harry, can you still move?"

Dumbledore crouched in front of him, his sapphire-like pupils calming Harry's mood gradually, a pair of magical eyes, as if just looking at each other could have a soothing effect.

"I guess it's okay, Professor—"

He tried to put his foot on the ground, but his leg went limp, and Dumbledore gave him a hand, allowing Harry to get back to his feet.

"Oh, Mr. Professor—he's still a patient, he can't—"

Madam Pomfrey hurried around from behind the other bed, trying to stop Harry from trying to get up and walk.

"Forgive me, Poppy." Dumbledore said firmly, "I'm sure I'll consider Harry's physical condition." ”

"I'm fine, Madam Pomfrey—" Harry struggled to take two steps to the side, and although he felt a little detached again, he was still conscious, he had to tell Dumbledore everything, it was time for Harry to understand, he knew too well.

"Then let's do it,"

Dumbledore's tone softened, and he helped Harry, and Snape walked over to frame Harry's other side, which made him feel a little weird, he had never been so close to his Potions professor.

Turning his head and seeing a solemn and gloomy look on Snape's sallow face, Harry secretly speculated in his heart that he must have made him very unhappy to support me, and it didn't feel bad to see Snape's unhappy appearance......

"Don't hold me around, Professor, I think I can go by myself-"

After a few turns, Harry felt his strength regain in his leg, in fact he was not injured, except for a lot of bleeding from the scratch, only to be tied up for a long time, which caused the blood to flow and the shock was excessive, and now he was more than half relieved.

"Okay, let's go to my office first."

Dumbledore saw Harry's affirmative gaze, so he let go of his hand, and the three of them quickly came to the stone monster on the eighth floor, Dumbledore gave the order, and the monster parted left and right, and they walked up the spiral staircase to the oak door, and Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was half-lit and half-dark, and strange silver instruments swirled silently puffing smoke and spinning on the desk, and Dumbledore brought Harry to a chair in front of his desk and told him to sit down and sit behind the desk himself.

A gentle flapping of wings was heard, and Phoenix Fawkes left the branch where it was perched and flew across the office, landing on Harry's knees.

"Hello, Fawkes." Harry reached out and gently stroked the beautiful golden and red feathers of the phoenix, and Fawkes winked at him calmly, the heat emitted from its body made Harry's knees feel warm and heavy, and he couldn't help but feel grounded and peaceful.

"I want to know, Harry, what happened to you in the labyrinth?"

Dumbledore looked at himself with a solemn face, Snape stood to the side, Harry looked directly into the headmaster's eyes, and he knew that he had to tell Dumbledore everything he saw, remember, and tell it all......

His head hurt slightly, and Harry Ninja didn't show it, and he began to recall slowly, scene after scene, like a movie playing in his mind, bursting spells, black-robed wizards, Death Eaters, tall and thin black shadows, graveyards, labyrinths—

"I'm in the Labyrinth – Last Project ......"

He took a deep breath and began to recount the night's events, both Dumbledore and Snape listening with solemn faces.

"You mean Krum and Cedric seem to have known each other for a long time, and they attacked you and Fleur together, right?"

"Yes, Professor, they seem to know that the Triumph Cup is a portkey, I mean- it feels like they made the Triwizard out of purpose—"

Harry rubbed his eyebrows, after such a night, he had to be questioned with high spirits, it was a great test for anyone, but he couldn't escape, he couldn't think about not thinking about everything that happened tonight, he didn't exist, he had to face these sooner or later, and the sooner Dumbledore knew about these things, the better.

"But Krum and Cedric didn't both faint...... Harry thought of everything he had seen in the hospital room, and Moody, yes, Moody! Can't let him stay in the ward, he's a Death Eater!

"Professor, Moody is—"

"That's not them." Dumbledore shook his head, interrupting Harry.

"What do you mean...... I mean, aren't they ......? ”

"Polyjuice decoction." This time it was Snape who spoke, his voice a little hoarse, and he looked at Harry with a gloomy face, like a vulture.

"The Krum, Cedric, and Moody you met were all pretended to be by someone else."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a solemn expression, which made Harry shudder, and a touch that was even colder than when he was in the graveyard began to spread throughout his body, almost freezing him.

"Since when did ......"

"We'll have to tell us when the three of them wake up, but I guess it was from the beginning." Dumbledore shook his head regretfully.

Harry's mouth was half open, in disbelief, Professor Moody, whom he had been with for a semester, had been impersonated by someone else, and the two warriors who participated in the Triwizard Tournament with him were also pretended?

"But how can they do it......"

"We found the real Moody in the fake Moody's magic chest, thanks to Professor Flitwick for unlocking the locks," Dumbledore explained to Harry, looking patient

"Imperius, Harry, he uses Imperius to control Moody, and in order to make Polyjuice Potion, he will cut off Moody's hair from time to time, and if you pay close attention just now, you will find that Moody's head is bald-"

Harry looked at Snape, whose face grew even more gloomy, no doubt that the other ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion must have been stolen from his office, many of which were only available to him, and Snape repeatedly suspected that he had stolen them, although he did steal the gill sac grass from there.

"As for Cedric and Krum—" Dumbledore pressed his ten slender fingertips together, his eyes as if to see through Harry

"They were found on the big ship Durmstrang, presumably after the start of the last project, and apparently the identities of these two men were decided to be abandoned from that point on, and they made up their minds that this was the last ......"

Harry sat there and watched Dumbledore's mouth open and closed, but he felt like he was in another world, where Krum was fake, Cedric was fake, Moody was fake, the world seemed to be a web of lies, and everything became a conspiracy against him.

Who are they? Harry was left with only one question in his mind, who was hiding behind these three false faces.

"Barty? Crouch! Harry suddenly exclaimed, startling Fawkes on his lap, and Phoenix jumped to his feet and looked at him suspiciously.

Dumbledore and Snape also looked puzzled, Harry rubbed Fawkes's head, he didn't have time to say sorry to it now, he hurriedly said to Dumbledore:

"It's Barty! Professor, when Voldemort was in the graveyard, he called Moody Barty! ”

"What's going on? You speak clearly, Harry—"

Dumbledore's face suddenly became solemn, and his folded fingers let go and pressed them on the table, and the smoke from the silver next to him became uneasy.

Harry froze, detailing what he had seen and heard at the cemetery, and he tried his best to recall as clearly as he could, and both Snape and Dumbledore listened intently.

"I was too careless to expect them to attack Alasto." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his face full of tiredness.

"But Barty? Mr. Crouch can't be a Death Eater, can he? I mean, Professor, he's tried so many Death Eaters - and I've seen him - he's crazy—"

"Maybe we'll find out later," Dumbledore asked, waving his hand, skipping the topic, instead:

"Harry, are you saying that Voldemort's resurrection magic used your blood?"

Harry nodded, whether it was an illusion or not, he seemed to see a glint of delight in Dumbledore's eyes.

But the blood was taken by Krum, who seemed to know Voldemort...... Need my bloody ......"

"It's an ancient magic," Dumbledore muttered, saying slowly:

"The protective power that your mother left in your body—so that Voldemort couldn't touch you, hurt you—Voldemort wanted that power—so he chose this way—as for Krum—"

"Bang bang—" There was a knock on the door, and Professor McGonagall walked in from behind, her face tired, looking exhausted.

"Flitwick and Pomona have arranged for the students to go back to their dorms, while the parents of Fleur, Krum and Cedric remain in the infirmary,"

With that, she glanced at Harry and continued, "A few of Harry's friends and Molly are also waiting there, they want to make sure Harry is okay—"

It was Ron and Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley, and Harry suddenly felt warm in his heart, they were all thinking about him and caring about him.

"Thank you, Minerva."

Dumbledore rose from his chair, walked to Harry's side in deep thought, paused, and commanded firmly:

"Severus, please go and get your most powerful elixir, and then go to the kitchen and summon a house-elf named Twinkle, Minerva, please go to Hagrid's house, he has a big black dog in his pumpkin patch, you bring that dog to my office."

Snape and McGonagall immediately turned away, and Harry knew that Twilight was Mr. Crouch's house-elf, and that the big black dog hiding in Hagrid's pumpkin patch was known better than Harry to be his godfather's Animagus transformation.

Harry was eager to thank Dumbledore for his thoughtfulness, he really wanted to see Sirius right now, and maybe sometimes only the Godfather could make him feel truly at peace.

"I have some speculations, but maybe Sparkle needs to confirm it for himself."

Dumbledore stood beside Harry, Harry couldn't see what those blue and sharp eyes looked like under his crescent-shaped lenses, he sat in his chair, and after recalling the experience of the whole night, and after many questions and answers, he just wanted to sit here and fall asleep, never to be disturbed by anyone again, and never to have any thoughts or feelings.

As if he understood that he was tired, Dumbledore did not speak, and the only sound left for the "sizzle" of the silver turning in this beautiful round room.

After some time, Harry heard Fawkes's chirp, and it flew into the sky, hovering above Harry's head, and Harry looked up, and a hot drop of liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, and it was warm and made him regain his strength at once.

The door was pushed open just then, and Harry watched as Snape walked ahead, the house-elf Twinkle following him timidly, and then Professor McGonagall and the big black dog he knew, the godfather he had been thinking about.

"It's an emergency, I can't care about the Ministry of Magic's application for the time being, please drink it down and Shiny, I'll explain the situation to Fudge afterwards."

As soon as Dumbledore's words fell, Snape took out a small bottle of clear liquid from his arms, and flashed as if sensing something, this sloppy elf in sloppy clothes, with a frightened expression, she reached out to try to stop Snape, and screamed quietly:

"No, no, Twinkle doesn't drink that! Twilight doesn't know anything - let go of Twinkle! Twilight doesn't know anything-"

But Snape managed to get her to drink, and smoothly poured three drops of potion into her mouth, and moved her to a chair, facing Harry and Dumbledore, Harry watched the glittering struggle fade into weakness, her gaze became blank, the skin of her wrinkled cheeks relaxed, and Dumbledore came to her, crouched down/Shenzi and her face to face.

"Can you hear me, Twilight?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

The sparkling eyelids twitched a few times.

"Twinkle can hear it." She whispered.

"I want you to tell us," Dumbledore's tone softened, he paused, and then asked his question as if taking a deep breath:

"Little Barty? Crouch, is not still alive. ”

Harry wondered, little Barty? Crouch? Then he remembered what he had seen in the meditation basin, the son of Mr. Crouch, whom he had sent to Azkaban with his own hands.

The expression on Sparkle's face became struggling and painful, and she took a deep breath with a trembling voice, and then spoke in a flat and emotionless tone:

"Yes, Master Barty, he's still alive."