Dumbledore stood up.

He looked at Barty Crouch Jr. for a moment, with a look of disgust on his face. Then he raised his wand again and threw a rope out of it. The rope swirled around Barty Crouch Jr., wrapping him in a tight knot.

Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, could you please stay here?" I'll take Harry upstairs. ”

"Absolutely. Professor McGonagall said. She looked like she was feeling like throwing up, as if she had just seen someone get sick. But when she took out her wand and pointed it at Barty Crouch Jr., her hand was very steady.

"Severus," Dumbledore turned to Snape, "and tell Madam Pomfrey to come down here." We're going to get Moody's to the hospital. Then you go down to the basement, find Connelly, and bring him to this office. He would definitely want to question Crouch himself. Tell him that if he wants to look for me, I'll be in the hospital room in half an hour. ”

Snape nodded silently, and flew out of the room like a gust of wind.

"Harry. Dumbledore called softly.

Harry stood up and shook again, he hadn't noticed the pain in his leg as he listened to Crouch, but now it was very intense.

He realized he was shaking.

Dumbledore grabbed him by the arm and helped him out into the dark hallway.

"Harry, come up to my office first," he said quietly as they walked up the aisle, "Sirius has come back from Norway and is waiting for us there." ”

Harry nodded. He had a numbness and a feeling of being completely out of reality, but he didn't care, he was even happy about it.

Ever since he came into contact with the Three Witches Fighting Tournament, he didn't want to think about anything that was happening.

He didn't want to look at the vivid memories that kept flashing through his mind: Moody in the suitcase, Crouch clutching a stump arm when he fell to the ground, Voldemort rising from the steaming cauldron, Cedric...... I don't know if I live or die...... Cedric was supposed to go back to his parents...... Van Lin, who has not yet returned......

"Professor," Harry muttered, "where are the Diggories......?

"They're staying with Professor Sputlaw," Dumbledore frowned. His voice was quiet throughout the interrogation of Barty Crouch Jr., but for the first time there was a slight shock, "She is the owner of Cedric's house, and she knows Cedric best!

They arrived at the stone statue at the door of Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore gave the password, and it bounced off. He and Harry went up the spiral escalator to the oak door.

Dumbledore pushed the door open. Sirius was standing there, his pale face looking terrible, as if he had just escaped Azkban.

After a few moments, he walked across the room, "How are you, Harry? I know—I know things like this—what's going on?" His hand shook as he helped Harry to a stool in front of a table. "What the hell is going on?" he asked more eagerly.

Dumbledore began to tell Sirius everything Barty Crouch Jr. said.

Harry didn't pay much attention to it. Every bone in his body was tired and painful. He didn't want anything, he just wanted to sit here quietly and sit until he fell asleep, and then he didn't have to think about and experience nothing.

When Dumbledore had finished, he sat behind the table facing Harry, and he looked at Harry, who avoided his eyes. Dumbledore wanted to ask him, he wanted Harry to relive what had happened.

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

"Dumbledore, we can save that for tomorrow morning, okay?" said Siris, recklessly. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Let him sleep for a while, rest and rest." ”

Harry felt a wave of gratitude for Sirius. But Dumbledore cared about Sirius.

He leaned over to Harry, who reluctantly looked up at the blue eyes.

"If I think it can help you get a good night's sleep, and make you think about what happened tonight a little later, I'll do it. Dumbledore said kindly, "But I know how to do better." Now you are temporarily numb to the pain, and by the time you finally feel it, it will be even more uncomfortable, let alone your friends...... You have shown the greatest courage I can hope for, and now I want you to show up again, and I want you to tell you what happened. ”

Yes, there are still people who haven't returned......

Harry was a little afraid to leave here now, if he returned to Gryffindor, there would be one less person, and even Hermione's gaze, Harry didn't know how to face it.

He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, the scenes of that night seemed to come before his eyes: he saw the glittering surface of the potion that resurrected Voldemort, he saw the ghouls in the grave, and he saw the vampire taking Cedric away......

On one or two occasions, Sirius made some noises, as if he wanted to say something, and his hand was still pressed against Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore interrupted him by raising his hand.

Harry was pleased, for it was easier for him to continue since he had begun.

It was even a belief: he seemed to feel that some poison was being expelled from his body.

It took him determination and courage to continue, but he could still feel that he would feel better once he had said it all.

When Harry spoke of Crouch slitting his arm with a dagger, Sirius let out a roar.

Dumbledore stood up quickly, and Harry was startled.

Dumbledore walked around the table and let Harry stretch out his arm. Harry pointed to the place where his robe had been torn open, and the wound underneath.

"He said that he would be more powerful with my blood than with someone else's," Harry told Dumbledore, "and he said that the protection—what my mother left me—he had proven him right—that he could touch me without hurting himself, and he touched my face." ”

For a moment, Harry felt a triumphant look in Dumbledore's eyes.

But then, he thought it was his imagination, because when Dumbledore returned to his seat behind the table, he looked as old and haggard as he had seen before. "All right," he said, sitting down again, "Voldemort has overcome that particular potion. Harry, continue. ”