Dumbledore stood up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked down at Barty Crouch Jr. with a look of disgust on his face. Then he raised his wand again, and several ropes whizzed out of it, wrapping around Barty Crouch Jr., and tying him up in a strong knot.

Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall and said, "Minerva, can you stay here while I take Harry upstairs?" ”

"No problem." Professor McGonagall said.

She looked a little disgusted, like she had been looking at a sick person. However, when she drew her wand and pointed at Barty Crouch Jr., her hand was very steady.

"Severus", Dumbledore turned to Snape, "please go and call Madam Pomfrey; We need to get Alastor Moody to the hospital room. Then you go up to the grounds, find Cornelius Fudge, and bring him to this office. He definitely wanted to interrogate Crouch Jr. himself. You tell him that if he needs me, I'm in the ward for half an hour. ”

Snape nodded silently and quickly left the room.

"Du Teng, go back and rest, today is really thanks to you, if it weren't for you to follow the past, I don't know what would have become of it in the end."

Dumbledore had a worried look on his face.

"It's not all my credit, Professor, if it weren't for Harry's wand that sent a flashback spell, it would have been very difficult for me to deal with Voldemort and a group of Death Eaters."

Du Teng said with a smile, his expression was slightly modest.

"Harry?" Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry and said mildly.

Harry stood up and swayed again; He had listened intently to little Crouch just now, and had not paid attention to the pain of his injured leg, which had now come back in a gallied way. He also realized that he was shaking. Dumbledore grabbed him by the arm and led him out into the dark hallway.

"I'd like you to come to my office first, Harry," Dumbledore whispered as they walked down the hallway, "Sirius is waiting for us there." ”

Harry nodded. He felt numb, as if in a dream, and everything in front of him didn't seem real, but he didn't care. He was even happy about it. That way, he didn't have to think about what happened after he touched the Triumph Cup. He didn't want to delve into those memories closely, even though those memories kept flashing in his mind, as vivid as photographs. Mad Eye Moody is locked up in a large box. Wormtail collapsed to the ground, clutching his severed arm. Voldemort rises from the steaming cauldron.

"Harry, wait a minute."

As soon as they began to move, Duten walked over, looked at Harry's legs, and tapped his wand on them.

Immediately after, a cloud of liquid emerged from the tip of his wand, sticky and thick, covering his wounds.

Harry suddenly felt less pain, he tried to stand on his own, and sure enough, it was much better.

"This method won't allow you to fully recover, so you have to be careful yourself...... Professor Dumbledore, I'll go back first......"

Duten turned to leave.

Harry and Dumbledore walked together, and soon they were in front of the stone monsters.

Dumbledore gave the order, the monster parted left and right, and he and Harry walked up the movable spiral staircase to the oak door.

Dumbledore pushed the door open. Sirius was standing there. He was pale and emaciated, just like he had when he had first escaped from Azkaban. He ran from the other end of the room in the blink of an eye.

"Harry, are you alright? I knew for a long time -- I knew this was going to happen -- what the hell was going on? ”

With trembling hands, he helped Harry to sit down on a chair in front of the table.

"What's going on?" He asked more eagerly.

Dumbledore began to tell Sirius everything Barty Crouch Jr. had said. Harry listened absentmindedly. He was so tired that every bone in his body ached. He just wanted to sit here, not to be disturbed by anyone, and sit like this for a long time, until he fell into a deep sleep, and never had any thoughts, no more feelings.

There was a sound of wings flapping lightly.

Phoenix Fawkes left the branch where it was perched, flew from the other end of the office, and landed on Harry's lap.

"Hello, Fawkes." Harry whispered. He stroked the phoenix's beautiful golden and red feathers. Fawkes winked at him calmly. The phoenix landed on his knees, warm and heavy, and Harry felt much more at ease.

Dumbledore paused. He sat down behind the desk across from Harry. He looked at Harry, but Harry avoided his gaze. Dumbledore was going to ask him a question. He's going to force Harry to remember it all.

"I want to know, Harry, what happened after you touched the portkey in the labyrinth?" Dumbledore said.

"We can talk again tomorrow morning, okay, Dumbledore?" Sirius said in a hoarse voice. He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let him sleep. Let him rest well. ”

Harry's heart welled up with gratitude for Sirius, but Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Sirius. He leaned over to Harry. Harry reluctantly looked up at the blue eyes.

"If I think," said Dumbledore mildly, "it would be good for you to put you to sleep with hypnosis that would allow you to take a moment of not thinking about what happened tonight, I would do it." But I know better than you that numbing the pain temporarily will only make it hurt worse when you finally feel the pain. The bravery and fearlessness you have shown has far exceeded my expectations of you. Once again, I ask you to show your courage. I ask you to tell us everything that has happened. ”

The phoenix let out a soft, trembling chirp. It shivered slightly in the air, and Harry felt as if a hot liquid was sliding down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel warm and courageous.

He took a deep breath and began to narrate to them. As he spoke, everything that happened that night flashed before his eyes like a movie; He saw the potion that brought Voldemort back to life, with sparks on its surface; He saw the Death Eaters apparitions appear, popping up among the graves around them.

Once or twice, Sirius made a slight noise, as if to say something, his hand still gripping Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore held up a hand and stopped him. This made Harry feel glad that everything was difficult at the beginning, and now that he had opened the conversation, it was much easier to continue. He even had a sense of relief, as if something poisonous was being sucked away from him little by little. He supported himself with great perseverance, but he felt that once he had finished, his heart would be much more relaxed.

Sirius let out an excited cry when Harry spoke of Wormtail stabbing him in the arm with a dagger, and Dumbledore jerked to his feet, startling Harry. Dumbledore walked around the table and told Harry to stretch out his arm. Harry showed them both his torn robes and the wounds underneath them.

"He said that using my blood would work better than other people's, and that it would make him stronger." Harry said to Dumbledore, "He said that the protective power - the kind of power that my mother left in me - he wanted to have it too. ”

For a split second, Harry seemed to see a glint of joy in Dumbledore's eyes. But Harry quickly decided that he was dazzled, as Dumbledore looked as old and tired as Harry had always seen when he returned to the chair behind his desk.

Harry continued; He recounted how Voldemort emerged from the cauldron and told them what he remembered Voldemort had said to the Death Eaters. Then he tells them how Voldemort fought Duten and how he joined the fight.

However, when he spoke of the golden light connecting his wand to Voldemort's wand, he felt his throat choke. He tried to keep talking, but the things that came out of Voldemort's wand flooded into his mind like a tidal wave. He could see the old man popping out of his wand, Bertha Jorkins...... His mother...... His father......

After telling Dumbledore everything he could say, Madam Pomfrey came and took Harry to the hospital, where he drank a purple potion and felt groggy all of a sudden. Everything around was blurred; The lamp in the hospital room seemed to blink at him amicably through the curtains; He felt as if his body was sinking deeper and deeper into the warm feather mattress.

Before he could finish the medicine or say another word, he was exhausted and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Harry didn't leave the room until a month later, and according to Hermione and Ron, Dumbledore had spoken a few words to the whole school at breakfast that morning. He just asked everyone not to bother Harry, not to ask him questions, or to pester him about what had happened in the labyrinth that day. Harry noticed that most people walked around him in the hallways, avoiding his gaze.

Some people covered their mouths with their hands as he walked by, whispering to each other. He didn't know what other people thought, and he didn't care, he only cared about a few of his friends. He liked nothing more than to spend time with Ron, Duten, and Hermione, talking about other topics, or they chatting with each other, leaving him to sit quietly alone.

He felt that the four of them seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and there was no need for words to express it; Each of them was waiting for some kind of signal or word to tell them what was going on outside of Hogwarts - it was useless to make any calculations about the future until they had known for sure.

The day of departure was fast approaching, and when Harry walked into the auditorium with Ron, Duten and Hermione, they saw at a glance that the usual decorations were gone. Usually at the departure banquet, the auditorium is decorated in the colors of the winning college. Tonight, however, a black curtain hung on the wall behind the staff's desk, and the atmosphere was rather heavy.

The real Mad Eye Moody is now sitting at the faculty desk, his wooden legs and enchanted eyes back in their original positions. He seemed so nervous that he jumped in shock whenever someone spoke to him. Harry knew he couldn't be blamed for that. Moody spent 10 months in his box, which must have heightened his fear of being attacked.

Karkaroff's seat was empty, and Madame Maxim was still there, sitting next to Hagrid. They were whispering something.

On the other side of the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall was Snape. When Harry looked at him, his gaze lingered on Harry for a moment. The expression on his face was elusive. He still looked as gloomy and nasty as ever. Harry remained staring at Snape for a long time after he looked away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up from the faculty desk, and the auditorium was much quieter than the usual departure banquet, and it was even more silent.

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

He paused, his eyes falling on the Hufflepuff table.

"I have a lot to say to all of you tonight," Dumbledore said, "but first I have to thank one of the people who brought Harry back, and who protected his companions in times of danger," he said, gesturing to the Hufflepuff classmates, "and enjoy this dinner with us." I want everyone to stand up and raise a glass to Duten. ”

The students from the other houses, whether it was Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin, or even the two schools of the Triwizard Tournament, also raised their glasses to Duten.

Because of Duten's relationship, Cedric did not die this time, he stood not far away, and also raised a glass.

Although he failed to win the championship, he was very convinced of Duten, not only Duten's daily performance, but also that he was able to escape with Harry unharmed under the ring of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, which is not something ordinary people can do. He asked himself that if he faced Voldemort, he would definitely not be able to do something like Du Teng, so he was very convinced by Du Teng and respected him very much.

"Duten embodies the qualities that characterize Hufflepuff House," Dumbledore continued, "he was a kind, loyal friend, a hardworking student, a fair play, and a courage to face the most formidable enemies. So, Hufflepuff won the House Cup this time! ”

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, all the decorations were replaced with Hufflepuff's House flag, and the Hufflepuff students let out a slight cheer.

However, the cheering did not last long before it was interrupted by Dumbledore.

He said a lot of things that parents and the Ministry of Magic would like him to say, but he said it anyway, and he had to let the students know what they were facing. The students were stunned, the teachers were stunned, Harry was calm, Duten was calm, and there was nothing more shocking than facing Voldemort in between.

The things that they had experienced that had shocked the others were not so unusual to them. (To be continued.) )