Catherine meant that the scourge would last for thousands of years, so she didn't worry about the safety of Louis, the little villain.

Of course, it was just lip service, and when Harry and the others came back, Catherine was about to get on her broomstick and look for someone.

Louis patted Catherine on the side and asked, "How long have they been gone?"

"Well, look at their backs." Catherine said, pointing to the backs of Dumbledore in the distance.

Louis nodded, raised his hand and waved at the cheering crowd around him, and whispered, "Come with me to the principal's office first...... It's a big deal."

"Is it Voldemort's resurrection?" Catherine asked, confused.

"Of course...... How do you know?" Louis asked, surprised.

"Can I not know?" Catherine gave him a blank look and replied in a low voice, "As soon as Harry came back, he shouted that Voldemort is back, Voldemort is back, I see that Fudge's face is very bad, he has already left the arena first...... Professor Dumbledore wanted to know what had happened to Harry, so he took him back to the Headmaster's office first, as for the Triwizard Tournament winner......

Speaking of this, Catherine's look surprised Louis very much: "Let Gryffindor take it, and see how happy they are, huh......

After all, Catherine didn't show any displeasure.

"You're grown, baby." Louis smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

The result was a kick from Catherine.

"Originally, I wanted to comfort you, but since you see it so open, forget it." Louis spread his hands indifferently, met Catherine's cold gaze, and quickly and heartily turned: "But who made me your man, let's go on vacation in the summer."

Catherine's gaze suddenly turned from winter to midsummer.

The tsundere snorted in his nose to show satisfaction.

At that moment, the duo of light bulbs also ran over, and Ron's mouth shouted loudly, "Louis, Louis!"

Out of breath, he ran to this side, followed by Hermione...... Oh, and Draco.

"Is Voldemort really back, Louis?" Hermione asked worriedly, "I don't think Harry is in a very good mental state, Voldemort must have tormented him, right?" Oh, my God...... He's still so young......

"I'm back, but it's not a big deal, I still have something to talk to Professor Dumbledore." Louis looked at Draco again, "Draco, use an owl to send a message to Uncle Lucius, asking him to come to Hogwarts with Aunt Narcissa to find me quickly!"

"Understood!" Draco replied solemnly, turning and running away with a puff of smoke.

Louis looked at Ron and Hermione again, "I won't say much about the specifics, you'll have to hear it again in a while anyway, let's go...... Let's go to the Headmaster's office and hear what Harry has to say."

"Hmm."

……

Louis pushed open the door to the Headmaster's room, revealing only Dumbledore and the four Headmasters, as well as Sirius and Emma. The corners of Louis's mouth twitched, it seemed that his mother was really confident in him, and he didn't even want to wait - his own mother was undoubted.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, he looked at Harry, Harry's gaze dodged, and Louis knew that Dumbledore was going to start questioning Harry and asking him to tell him everything about the day.

"I want to know, Harry, what happened after you touched the portkey in the labyrinth?" Dumbledore's burning gaze was hidden behind the half-moon lenses, which put a lot of pressure on Harry, who was actually very tired and wanted to go back to sleep, and was reluctant to answer Dumbledore's questions.

"We can talk 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, this kid is already very tired......

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

"If I think," Dumbledley

"It's good for you to put you to sleep with hypnosis that allows you to stop thinking about what happened tonight for a while, and I'll 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 courage you have shown have far exceeded my expectations of you."

"I ask you to show your courage once again, and I ask you to tell us everything that happened." Dumbledore's voice was soft, but powerful and unquestionable.

What he meant, Louis also understood, is nothing more than the truth that long pain is better than short pain.

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

Then, the phoenix flew up to Harry's lap, radiating light and heat, dispelling the gloom from Harry's heart.

Harry took a deep breath and touched the phoenix on his knee with one hand as he began to narrate to them. As he spoke, everything that had happened tonight 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 apparition appear, suddenly appearing among the graves around them; He saw Voldemort's wand glow green, like a cat playing with mice, forcing himself to duel him.

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. Louis walked over and took Sirius's hand off Harry's shoulder, and Ron and Hermione came up and stood on either side of Harry, which made Harry feel heartily warm and very glad that everything was hard at the beginning, and now that the conversation was open, it was much easier to continue.

He even had a sense of relief, as if something harmful 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 as Harry spoke of Wormtail stabbing him in the arm with a dagger.

"What are you barking at a dog?" Snape gave Sirius a cold look, and this look of surprise made him very unhappy.

Sirius didn't speak, and replied to Snape with his middle finger. He cared so much about Harry that Harry couldn't help but cry out when he spoke of danger.

Dumbledore stood up with such speed that Harry was startled. 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 it would work better with my blood than with other people's, and that it would make him stronger." Harry said to Dumbledore without reservation, "He said that protective power—the kind of power that my mother left in my body—he wanted to have it too."

"He's right, and when he touches me again, he won't get hurt. He touched my face." At this point, Harry's expression was a little downcast, and he always felt like he was missing.

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.

"Very well," he said, and sat down again, "Voldemort has overcome that unusual obstacle. Harry, please go on."

Harry continued, recounting how Voldemort emerged from the cauldron and telling them what he remembered Voldemort saying to the Death Eaters. He then went on to talk about how he had spoken to Voldemort, and when Harry said that he had insulted Voldemort's father as a Muggle, everyone's faces turned acute.

"I have to say, even though I used to be a Muggle, I still feel good." Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder, "You're doing the right thing, it's just ...... Hahaha...... It's just a little bit of a loss, and I guess Voldemort's expression must have been very exciting."

"Ah, yes." Harry reflected on Voldemort's expression and was amused, "You don't know

That expression, Voldemort's expression at that time, I wanted to eat me...... But I'm not worried, no matter what, he won't let me go, I offended him to death when I was a child, and it's not a big deal to scold him again."

"As the saying goes, if you have more debt, you don't have to worry, and if you have more lice, you don't itch, right?" Ron smiled.

"You're magic, you're defeating magic." Louis smiled, he knew that Harry's words were always sharp, but he didn't expect to be so ...... Sharp, "What should this be called?" Simple bad mouth, the ultimate enjoyment?"

"Oh my gosh, don't talk about it......" Harry covered his face in embarrassment, "I actually regret it, what if he was really angry and beat me to death with a spell?"

"Probably not, you know, Harry." Hermione also began to tease, "Educated children are generally given a don' tyithfood from an early age, but Voldemort is clearly uneducated."

"Actually, the two of us had a duel." Harry laughed for a moment, then continued, "His spell is strong...... I didn't get hurt by him by hiding behind the tombstone, and if Louis and the three of them had come a little late, I might not have survived......

As she spoke, Harry gave Snape a thumbs up, "Professor, your spell is so handsome."

He was referring to the Arvada Curse that Snape threw at Voldemort before leaving, it seems that Snape has already revealed his cards, don't pretend, I'm Dumbledore's undercover agent and I have a showdown......

Snape sighed and gave Harry a cold look.

Louis, who was familiar with the professor's personality, knew that Snape was satisfied now, but he was a poisonous tongue tsundere......

He shuddered, talking about the poisonous tongue is tsundere, and he always feels that the professor's character has collided with his wife? He looked back at Catherine with a smile and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my wife is very beautiful, and now she is not a poisonous tongue tsundere.

"The news of Voldemort's return should detonate public opinion in the British wizarding community." Harry rubbed his forehead, "I think it's been okay for the past two days, I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is ...... here."

"Oh, that's not going to happen." Professor Dumbledore smiled, "Contrary to your suspicions, I think this matter will be suppressed."

"Why?" Harry was dumbfounded, "Oh, you mean Fudge, right?" I don't believe in Voldemort's return, so you're saying he's going to ban the news?"

"Oh, poor Harry." Louis smiled and said, "First of all, it's not that Fudge doesn't believe it, it's that he won't believe it...... Let's put it this way, if there is an incident of Voldemort's resurrection during his tenure, it is still questionable whether he, the Minister of Magic, will be able to continue to do so...... Second, news of bans doesn't happen to us."

"Huh?" Hermione, who was on the side, asked suspiciously, "If he didn't shut down the news of the various newspapers, how could he suppress the news of Voldemort's return?"

"You don't know, Hermione." Louis chuckled and said, "Banning was a medieval tactic, and we usually decided not to publish it after deliberation......

Hermione didn't take a breath, almost choking in her throat.

"Don't look at me like that, that's how the Muggle world works." Louis chuckled, "Fairy tales are just a matter of listening, don't take them seriously......

Hermione didn't want to believe what Louis said, but Louis's identity was here, he did know a deeper secret, and she didn't know how to refute Louis for a while, so she could only sit there silently and not speak.

"You have to let everyone know about Voldemort's return, right?" Ron said indignantly.

"It's not necessary," Dumbledore set the tone first, "Some things aren't as simple as you think, Ron, and I personally want this to be publicized, but ......

"But the first thing we're going to do is something else, like researching Voldemort's new allies." Louis said, turning his gaze to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore immediately sat up straight, he

Knowing that Louis would never be left untouched.

"But before that, Harry should be resting." Louis smiled and turned to look at Harry, "You've suffered too much tonight, you should go back and get some rest, take a bath, and get rid of the exhaustion."

Harry suddenly realized that Fawkes had flown off his lap, and the phoenix fluttered to the floor, pressing its beautiful head against Harry's injured leg, large clear tears pouring out of its eyes and landing on the scratched wound on its leg. The pain disappeared in an instant, the skin healed instantly, and his leg was intact.

"I'm fine, Louis." Harry hurriedly said, "I want to know about Voldemort as well."