Speaking of Hagrid, in the end, Hagrid was kicked out by the Ministry of Magic, and after Hagrid asked Glopp to Harry, although it didn't take long, teaching at Hogwarts was still extremely turbulent for Hagrid.

As Harry descended the last staircase and entered the porch, he saw Malfoy, Kra, and Goyle coming out of the door on the right that led to the Slytherin common room.

Harry stood still, and so did Malfoy. The only sounds that can be heard at the moment are shouts and laughter coming from the playground. Malfoy looked around—Harry knew he was checking for a teacher—and then he looked at Harry and whispered, "You're dead, Potter." ”

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Interesting," he said, "you expected me not to dodge." ”

Malfoy looked angrier than ever, and Harry looked at his pale, angry-distorted face with a pang of joy.

"You have to pay," Malfoy said in a voice that couldn't be lowered, "I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my father!"

"I'm scared," Harry said sarcastically, "I think Lord Voldemort has just warmed up compared to the three of you—what's wrong?" he added, surprised at the name when he saw Malfoy. "Isn't he your father's friend? You shouldn't be afraid of him, should you?"

"How great do you think you are, Potter," Malfoy said, slowly moving on, Kra and Goyle following on either side. "You wait, I'll let you know. You can't keep my father in jail-"

"I think I know," Harry said.

"The Dementors have left Azkaban," Malfoy said softly, "and Father and the others will be out soon." ”

"Yes, I think of course they will," Harry said nonchalantly, "but at least now everyone knows they're mean guys-"

Malfoy quickly drew his wand, but Harry was quicker than he was, and he pulled out his wand as Malfoy's fingers reached into the pocket of his robe.

"Potter!" a voice said through the porch. Snape appeared on the stairs leading to his office, looking at Harry. Harry felt a wave of hatred that far outweighed his Malfoy. No matter what Dumbard said, he would never forgive Snape, never.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Snape's voice was as cold as usual, and he strode over to the four of them.

"I'm thinking of a spell to use on Malfoy, sir," Harry snapped.

Snape glared at him. "Put your wand down at once," he said quickly, "deduct Gryffindor ten......

Snape looked at the massive scorer on the wall and smiled dismissively. "Ah, I found out that there were no more points left on the scorer for Gryffindor. Well, Potter, I can only simply ......"

"Plus some points?" Professor McGonagall limped up the stone steps into the castle, holding a tartan duffel bag in one hand and leaning crookedly against the cane in the other.

"Professor McGonagall!" Snape exclaimed, striding over and holding Professor McGonagall's arm, "You're out of St. Monger's Hospital!"

"Yes, Professor Snape," Professor McGonagall said, taking off her travel cloak, "I'm refreshed. You two...... Carat...... Goyle!"

She haughtily beckoned to them, and the two men walked over, shuffling along.

"Take this," she tucked her travel bag into Cara's bosom, and Dipont stuffed it to Goyle, "and take them to my office." ”

Cara and Goyle spun around and stumbled up the stairs.

"Well, then," Professor McGonagall said, looking up at the scorer on the wall, "well, I think Potter and his friends must add fifty points each, because they warned the world of the return of the mysterious man! What do you think, Professor Snape?"

"What?" Snape asked, surprised, and Harry thought he must be able to hear clearly. "Oh-well-I think so. ”

"Then add fifty points to Potter, and two Wesley kids, Longbottom and Granger and Al!" Professor McGonagall said word by word, and a large pile of rubies fell from the Gryffindor scorer. "Oh, I think there's Luna," she added, "and Ravenclaw's scorer, the Leyland gem spilled.

"Now, I think you can deduct Potter ten, Professor Snape—just like we see. "There were some rubies flying in the scorer, but there was still quite a lot left underneath. "So, Potter, Malfoy, I suppose it's time for you guys to go out? ”

Professor McGonagall spoke with a beaming look and seemed very pleased.

Harry didn't need to hear her say a second time—he tucked his wand into his robes and headed straight for the front door, not looking at Snape or Malfoy.

In fact, he didn't bother to watch the two of them, Slytherin come out......

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, the heat of the sun immediately surrounded him.

Harry walked across the lawn towards Hagrid's cabin.

The students on the lawn were enjoying the sun and talking to each other, some reading the Daily Prophet, some eating snacks, and they all looked at him as he walked by, and some were calling him or waving at him, desperately trying to show that they, as mentioned in the Daily Prophet, regarded him as a hero.

Harry, however, didn't speak to anyone. He didn't know how much they knew about what had happened in the last three days, but he didn't want to be questioned now or in the future. He thought for a moment as he knocked on Hagrid's door, but Tooth came running around the corner and pounced on him with great enthusiasm, telling Harry Hagrid that he was picking beans in the garden.

"Great, Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed happily as Harry walked over to the fence, "Come on, come on, let's have a glass of dandelion juice." ”

"How?" Hagrid asked, and the two men sat at Hagrid's wooden table, each holding a glass of frozen juice.

"Uh-it feels good, doesn't it?" Harry looked at Hagrid's concerned expression, knowing that he wasn't asking if he was healthy. "I'm fine," Harry said quickly, not wanting to discuss what was going on Hagrid's mind.

"How are you?"

"Hiding in the mountains," said Hagrid, "like Sirius back then, but it's not too difficult, Dumbledore......"

Hagrid paused, cleared his throat, looked at Harry, and took several sips of juice in one gulp.

"Anyway, I'm back," he said softly.

"You...... You look much better," Harry said, determined to take the conversation away from the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore.

"Really?" Hagrid asked, holding up a large hand to touch his face, "Oh-yes. Gloop is also much better. I came back and saw him three times, and he told me about it three times. He's a good guy, really. I think it's time to find him a girlfriend. ”

Harry wanted to tell Hagrid that this was not the case, and that it would be worrying if there was another giant living in the Black Forest, perhaps more confused and rude than Glopp.

According to Van Lin's idea, it is already a blessing to be able to accommodate a Glopp in the Forbidden Forest, if a giant is added......

It's hard to imagine what will become of the Forbidden Forest, where the centaurs will go crazy and go to war with Hagrid with their not-so-sharp spears and bows?

It's quite possible, and, with Glop's mind not open, it's hard to say that the normal giantess will follow him.

If anything......

Forbidden Forest Destroyer?

Harry couldn't help but think that this was definitely enough for all Hogwarts to have a headache, but it was worth mentioning that at least the Ministry of Magic wouldn't come over and intervene, and they were all taking care of themselves right now.

Deal with the consequences of deceiving other wizards for a long time, and then the panic in the wizarding world caused by Voldemort's return.

And most importantly, they also need to solve the trouble caused by Voldemort as soon as possible, to be exact, they need to kill Voldemort.

But Harry didn't think anyone from the Ministry of Magic would succeed, at least ......

Harry had suddenly lost all his strength, and he didn't even have the energy to discuss the matter of finding a girlfriend for Glopp.

In fact, Harry began to wish he could be left alone, and this thought prompted him to gulp down some dandelion juice until there was only half a glass left in his glass, so that he could leave quickly.

"Now everyone knows you're telling the truth, Harry," Hagrid said softly and suddenly. He approached Harry and looked at him. "Isn't that better?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders and said that it didn't matter, at least Harry didn't value it that much for others to trust or not.

He said that he would not lie, that Voldemort was there, and that the threat was against everyone......

"Look," Hagrid said, leaning against the table, "I know you're conflicted, Harry, but Dumbledore ...... him"

"No, I'm not contradictory at all. Harry interrupted, not seeming to be interested in continuing the conversation with Hagrid.

"No contradictions...... Hagrid's face was confused, "but you're not ......"

"Dumbledore did the right thing, it's like this, we're going to deal with Voldemort, whoever it is...... Especially ......" Harry couldn't say any more, he had already thought of using him to seduce Voldemort, in fact, if it were himself, he would willingly cooperate with the activities of the Order of the Phoenix, but......

Harry jumped to his feet......

"I'm going to see Van Lin and Ron, they're still in the hospital. Harry said stiffly.

"Oh," Hagrid said uneasily, "then-well, Harry. Ha take care of yourself if you-"

"Okay. Harry quickly opened the door and rushed out, and before Hagrid could say goodbye, Harry was already across the lawn. Everyone greeted him again. He closed his eyes, hoping they would all disappear and leave him alone when he opened them.

A few days ago, just before the end of the exam, he saw the illusion that Voldemort had left in his mind, and he was willing to give everything he could, as long as the people in this wizarding world believed that he was telling the truth, that Voldemort was back, that he was neither lying nor crazy.

But now — he walked by the lake for a while, then sat down on the shore, hiding behind a bush to avoid the gaze of the people, looking at the glittering surface of the lake, thinking silently.

Perhaps the reason he wanted to be alone was that he felt isolated from the rest of the world after his conversation with Dumbledore. An invisible barrier separated him from the rest of the world. He was—as before—a man who was marked. And he never understood what that meant.

He sat alone by the lake, he didn't even feel fear, his heart repeating what Dumbledore had said, Van Lin's affirmation, and ...... And the man's eyes, voice......

One day, he'll be like that?

Harry felt a little chilled all over his body, he could feel it, the picture was ......

None of this was without reason, and even though the sun was shining at the moment, the people on the playground around him were laughing, and he seemed to be in two worlds with them, and there was an insurmountable distance between them, but even so, it was still hard for him to believe that he would end up as a murderer, or be affected by it for the rest of his life.

He sat by the lake for a long time, staring at the water, trying not to think about what would become of him......

The sun was going down, and he felt the cold. He stood up and walked towards the castle, touching his face with his hand, a little cold......

In fact, Van Lin and Ron, along with others, recovered and were discharged from the hospital before the end of the semester.

Van Lin seemed to want to free Harry, but every time he tried to bring up something about him and Voldemort, Hermione stopped him.

In Hermione's words, as much as they were worried about Harry, they couldn't help Harry with everything, so naturally, Van Lin set his sights on the old bat, and now Sirius was watching him.

But one thing Harry can be sure of is that when he returns to 4 Privet Road, he will be very unhappy and miss Hogwarts very much. Even though he already knew why he wanted to go back there every summer, he didn't feel any better about it. In fact, he had never been more worried.

Professor Umbridge, who was somewhat mentally disturbed, left Hogwarts the day before the end of the semester. She appears to have slipped out of the hospital around dinner time, trying to get out of here unnoticed. Unfortunately, she encounters Peeves on the way, who, on Fred's instructions, takes one last chance and happily intercepts her, smashing a cane and a box of chalk at her one after the other.

Many students ran out onto the porch to see how she had fled, while the deans of the various houses were only half-heartedly trying to stop them.

In fact, Professor McGonagall returned to her seat with only a few faint protests, regretting that she could not celebrate, as Peeves had borrowed her cane.

The last dinner of the semester had arrived, and most of the people had already packed their bags and gone down to the dinner, except for Harry, who hadn't started yet.

"Let's tidy up tomorrow!" Ron said, standing in front of the dorm room waiting for Harry, "Hurry up, I'm hungry." ”

"I'll be fine soon, you go first. But when Ron closed the door and left, Harry still had no intention of speeding up. The last thing he wanted to do was go to a dinner party. He feared that Dumbledore would mention himself in his speech.

He would certainly mention Voldemort's name; He took some of the crumpled robes out of the bottom of the suitcase and folded them one by one. Just then, he noticed a small, very well wrapped package lying in the corner of the box.

He didn't know how it could be there. He bent down and pulled it out from under his training coat and examined it carefully.