"What the hell is going on, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked, clutching the hem of her coat, "Is the man who can't be named really back?"

Looking at the three worried people around him, Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I don't think it's... But what is certain is that his strength is being restored and accumulated..."

"But as you said," Blake said with a frown, "Voldemort was using the monster rampage in Hampster to attract the elite of the Ministry of Magic, and when the Ministry of Magic was sleepy a few days later, he quickly raided the Ministry of Magic building, and used the prophecy orb to destroy it everywhere to mislead the direction of the investigation,"

"Then came the World Cup Death Eaters' revelry, the Dark Mark reappeared, Harry's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, Moody was dropped, and now Hogwarts was shrouded in the same fog... I can't think of anyone else who is so scheming and ruthless except for the mysterious man. ”

"You think the same thing as I just thought, but the thought didn't linger in my head for a minute before I dismissed it. Dumbledore smiled at Sirius:

"But there's one thing that can overturn it all... Roger and his Muggle sister had encountered this fog when they were in the United States, and had encountered these monsters... I remember he called one of them a scarecrow? In every sense of the word, it had nothing to do with a scarecrow. ”

Another thing that Old Deng didn't tell them was that although the Dark Mark on Snape's arm was gradually deepening, it had not yet fully recovered, which indicated that Voldemort was not yet capable of truly running out to make a fortune.

"I sense that Voldemort has been planning this year, but I don't know what he's planning..."Dumbledore sighed again, "I've been looking for something, some small detail, something that I've overlooked, something that explains everything that happened, and every time I'm about to get close to the answer, it flashes away..."

"Is there anything else I need to do for you?" Blake asked.

Dumbledore looked at the thick fog that seemed to have frozen outside the window around the corner, was silent for a while, and finally said, "Now we can only take care of what is in front of us, it is likely that in a few days, Hogwarts will no longer exist in this land..."

The Blakes fell silent for a moment, and Roger's words of reminder were like a big stone pressing on their heads.

On the other side, many miles away, a clear river trickled. The river meanders and is lined with green grass on both sides. There was no sound in the four corners, only the whimpering of the river reflecting the moonlight.

A railing separates the river from an alley, and at the end of the alley is a wide street, and the houses on the street have a feeling that they have been precipitated quite a time, and 7 Crescent Street is no different from its neighbors, and it is probably that in the middle of the night, its houses are still brightly lit.

"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, you can stay in this room tonight," Harry opened the door to the second floor and placed hot cocoa on the bedside, "The house has its own bathroom, and if you want to take a bath, you can say hot water to the faucet." ”

"Wow~ that's amazing..."Mr. Granger couldn't help but open the bathroom door and peek in.

Mrs. Granger glared at her husband, complaining about his recklessness, before she said to Harry, "We all know it, you can play by yourselves, and leave us alone... Also, thank you Cocoa. ”

Harry smiled, politely closed the door and walked out.

"What the hell is going on, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked, clutching the hem of her coat, "Is the man who can't be named really back?"

Looking at the three worried people around him, Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "I don't think it's... But what is certain is that his strength is being restored and accumulated..."

"But as you said," Blake said with a frown, "Voldemort was using the monster rampage in Hampster to attract the elite of the Ministry of Magic, and when the Ministry of Magic was sleepy a few days later, he quickly raided the Ministry of Magic building, and used the prophecy orb to destroy it everywhere to mislead the direction of the investigation,"

"Then came the World Cup Death Eaters' revelry, the Dark Mark reappeared, Harry's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, Moody was dropped, and now Hogwarts was shrouded in the same fog... I can't think of anyone else who is so scheming and ruthless except for the mysterious man. ”

"You think the same thing as I just thought, but the thought didn't linger in my head for a minute before I dismissed it. Dumbledore smiled at Sirius:

"But there's one thing that can overturn it all... Roger and his Muggle sister had encountered this fog when they were in the United States, and had encountered these monsters... I remember he called one of them a scarecrow? In every sense of the word, it had nothing to do with a scarecrow. ”

Another thing that Old Deng didn't tell them was that although the Dark Mark on Snape's arm was gradually deepening, it had not yet fully recovered, which indicated that Voldemort was not yet capable of truly running out to make a fortune.

"I sense that Voldemort has been planning this year, but I don't know what he's planning..."Dumbledore sighed again, "I've been looking for something, some small detail, something that I've overlooked, something that explains everything that happened, and every time I'm about to get close to the answer, it flashes away..."

"Is there anything else I need to do for you?" Blake asked.

Dumbledore looked at the thick fog that seemed to have frozen outside the window around the corner, was silent for a while, and finally said, "Now we can only take care of what is in front of us, it is likely that in a few days, Hogwarts will no longer exist in this land..."

The Blakes fell silent for a moment, and Roger's words of reminder were like a big stone pressing on their heads.

On the other side, many miles away, a clear river trickled. The river meanders and is lined with green grass on both sides. There was no sound in the four corners, only the whimpering of the river reflecting the moonlight.

A railing separates the river from an alley, and at the end of the alley is a wide street, and the houses on the street have a feeling that they have been precipitated quite a time, and 7 Crescent Street is no different from its neighbors, and it is probably that in the middle of the night, its houses are still brightly lit.

"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, you can stay in this room tonight," Harry opened the door to the second floor and placed hot cocoa on the bedside, "The house has its own bathroom, and if you want to take a bath, you can say hot water to the faucet." ”

"Wow~ that's amazing..."Mr. Granger couldn't help but open the bathroom door and peek in.

Mrs. Granger glared at her husband, complaining about his recklessness, before she said to Harry, "We all know it, you can play by yourselves, and leave us alone... Also, thank you Cocoa. ”

Harry smiled, politely closed the door and walked out.