Harry snorted as he ate the cake when he heard Hagrid ask, "Are you sure you're really okay?"

"It should be...... Are you alright?" Harry was stunned by this sudden question, and he even hesitated a little - should I be okay or not?

Actually, this can be good.

"You're not good, but you're going to be good." Hagrid's words were like a twist and turn, and if he hadn't known who he was, Harry might have mistaken him for being weird.

Harry didn't say anything, he didn't know how to answer, he just kept silent.

"I knew he was going to be back," Hagrid said, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked up at him in surprise, while Louis was calmer and still silently spitting the crust cake into Chromie's space.

Still, he took care of Hagrid's emotions to a lesser extent, lest he think he disliked his loaves...... Of course, he didn't see Chromie.

One can imagine how wonderful Chromie's expression would be when he cleaned up his personal space.

Chromie: I'm not human, but you're a real dog......

Hagrid continued, "I've known it all these years, Harry. I knew he was there, waiting for his moment. This is definitely going to happen. Well, now that it's happening, we have to admit the reality. We're going to fight. We can prevent him from gaining power and dominating the world. That was Dumbledore's plan...... Dumbledore, what a man he was. As long as he's here, I don't worry too much."

Seeing the suspicious expressions on the faces of the three of them, Hagrid raised his shaggy eyebrows. "It is useless to sit and be in a hurry," he said, "and what is due will come, and when it comes, we will accept it." Harry, Dumbledore told me what you did."

Hagrid looked at Harry, his chest heaving violently, "If your father were still alive, he would do the same, and that's my highest praise for you."

Harry smiled at Hagrid as well. It was the first time in days that he had a smile on his face.

"What did Dumbledore tell you to do, Hagrid?" Harry suddenly asked, "That night, he sent Professor McGonagall to invite you and Madame Maxime to meet him."

"Get me some work for the summer," Hagrid said, "but it's a secret. I can't say it, not even to you. Orim - oh, that's what you call Madame Maxim, and you'll probably do it with me...... Well, I think she will, and it looks like I've convinced her."

"May I ask, does this have anything to do with Voldemort?" Harry asked curiously.

Hagrid shrank back in fear when he heard the name.

"Probably." He said vaguely, "Do any of you want to go with me to see the last snail?" Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, he quickly said, "I'm joking—I'm joking...... Feed! Don't run!"

It's a pity that he said it too late, and when he heard the name of the fried tail snail, the three little ones saw that the opportunity was wrong, so they ran away.

Hagrid glanced back at Louis and said with a smile, "Hey, Louis, hello to you......

The smile froze on his face as Louis calmly disappeared into Hagrid's cabin.

Just kidding, to hell with Hagrid's fried snails, they stink to death, and the ghosts want to see them......

Hagrid's hobbies are very peculiar, and ordinary people can't control them, and Louis certainly can't appreciate his aesthetics, so he can only run away, as embarrassed as he wants.

Soon it was time for the holidays, and it was inevitable to celebrate - the news of Voldemort's return did not spread at Hogwarts, and there was not much publicity about why Harry was missing, what happened to the game, and everyone thought something had gone wrong.

As usual at the school leaving banquet - well, not the same, usually every year it was hung with green Slytherin decorations, and this year Dumbledore didn't pretend, he pushed Gryffindor alone, and he had a showdown.

The auditorium is decorated with a red color representing Gryffindor, and a curtain of lions hangs behind the staff's desks, so you don't have to look to know that this year's champion is certain

It's Gryffindor—even if the house is now more than three hundred ahead, it's a sure thing—after all, who made Gryffindor's Harry win the Triwizard Tournament.

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 whenever someone spoke to him, he was so startled that he felt like he was about to jump.

He wasn't to blame for that, as Moody had been locked up in his box for months, which must have added to his fear of being attacked.

When Louis walked in, he saw that Karkaroff's seat was empty. As the ducklings sat down, they wondered where Karkaroff was, how his mission at Durmstrang was doing, and whether Voldemort was harassing him like a tailman.

Madame Maxim was still there, and sat next to Hagrid. They were whispering something. At the other side of the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall was Snape, and when Louis looked at him, Snape nodded at him with a blank expression, looking at him as if he was upset that Gryffindor House had won the House Cup.

Sirius, who was a big fan of Gryffindor, sat next to him, and he was dressed in a neat outfit today, dressed brightly, on the one hand, to celebrate Harry's championship, on the other hand, to celebrate that Gryffindor had finally won the House Cup - and finally, because of his love of beauty, from the perspective of dressing up, Sirius must be better than Snape I don't know how many levels.

Emma and Ye Ziyan sat on the edge of the faculty seats, whispering, chatting and looking up, scanning the people in the auditorium, especially after seeing Louis, the two even began to laugh.

Louis looked left and right, not knowing what they were laughing at—he was sure that at least he wasn't wearing his clothes backwards, first of all, Sakiya wouldn't be so bad, and secondly, he didn't feel a mysterious force choking his throat.

He didn't think much of it, and sat in Slytherin's seat with Catherine and Christasza.

"I'll graduate after next year...... Catherine said with a sudden whim.

Louis realized that Catherine was two years older than herself—and it seemed that it would be better to find a way to keep her on as a teacher...... To be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Anyway, now that Tom's curse has long been broken, isn't it good to be a good person after so many years?

Besides, Chromie has already seen that the curse has indeed been broken by a mysterious and powerful force, so he doesn't have to worry about what is wrong with being a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Thinking of this, Louis put his hand on her shoulder and asked softly, "Then have you ever considered staying in school to teach?" Actually, it's pretty good in school...... Anyway, there's not much difference between staying in school and being out of school."

"It's not a path I've ever envisioned." Catherine thought about it carefully, but there was no problem, so she smiled and said, "Anyway, there is still a year, and there is no hurry to think about it now."

"Of course I'm in a hurry." Louis said immediately, glaring at Catherine, "Are you going to leave me alone at school?" I didn't see how ruthless you were."

Catherine curled the corners of her lips and whispered in his ear, "So, you can't bear me, that's why you kept me teaching at the school?"

"Of course." Louis said without blushing and his heart was beating, and he didn't feel anything to be embarrassed about - his skin was much thicker now than before, and it could be said that it was at least an order of magnitude thicker, "So, you really plan to leave me alone in school?"

"Hmph, since you have begged me sincerely, then I will reluctantly agree to you." Catherine said, stretching out her slender jade hand to scratch Louis's chin, "As long as Mr. Fawn is obedient and doesn't ask too much, I will definitely satisfy you."

"So what's excessive?" Louis became interested, and put two words on Catherine's ear, and Catherine's face turned red in an instant, and even her neck was dyed with fiery red clouds.

She glanced at Louis fiercely, reached out and grabbed the soft flesh of his waist, but she couldn't stop thinking about what Louis had just said.

Or...... When I went home

Waiting to try? In fact, her heart is also a little itchy.

Catherine was thinking about it when Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the faculty desk, interrupting her train of thought, and the noise in the Great Hall instantly fell silent and became silent.

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

He looked at Harry and smiled at him and bowed slightly, "It's been a great year, we've been through a lot of big races like we've had in a century, and we've seen new champions come into being...... That's why I've decorated the Great Hall in Gryffindor's golden red colour – the professors at the school have decided to add a thousand points to Harry Potter for winning the Triwizard Tournament!"

The voice was like that of a little boy over Hiroshima, and it instantly detonated the entire auditorium. All the students stood up and cheered for Harry—not only for Gryffindor House, but for Hogwarts—and to keep the Triwizard Tournament champion at Hogwarts in the hands of the other two schools' powerhouses.

Even Catherine applauded Harry, in fact, she didn't particularly care about this championship, she just cared more about Louis.

Cedric was the one cheering loudest - what he didn't know was that if it were in another timeline, the decorations in the auditorium would now be gray-black, and everyone would be mourning his death.

But now at least he's alive, isn't he?

A nervous whisper rang out in the auditorium. Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief. Only Harry in the Gryffindor seat and Draco in the Slytherin seat seemed calm, watching their grunts fade into silence.

Harry had seen it with his own eyes, and Draco ...... Well, Draco had heard about it, his dad had said it.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this." Dumbledore continued, "Some of my classmates' parents may have been shocked by what I did—either because they couldn't believe Voldemort had returned, or because they thought I shouldn't have told you about it, because you were still young. However, I believe that it is always better to tell the truth than to lie, and it would be an insult to us if we tried to portray the final episode as an accident – it was a planned, premeditated, organized vicious event orchestrated by the Death Eaters, which led directly to Voldemort's resurrection."

At this moment, every face in the Great Hall was facing Dumbledore, and every face was written with shock and horror.

"There's another person who has to be mentioned when talking about Voldemort," Dumbledore continued, "and of course, I mean Harry Potter."

There was a commotion in the Great Hall, and many people turned their heads to look at Harry, and then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter has once again escaped Voldemort's clutches," Dumbledore's eyes were shining, "he was brave and fearless, he inherited the good qualities of Gryffindor, he was surrounded by Death Eaters, and in the face of Voldemort's ***, not only did he not give in, but he also had the courage to resist, facing Voldemort's challenge head-on, he showed a fearless spirit in all aspects, few wizards can show this spirit when facing Voldemort's ***, for this, I salute him from the bottom of my heart."

Dumbledore turned solemnly to Harry and raised his goblet again, as almost everyone in the Great Hall did, whispering Harry's name and toasting him.

Once everyone was seated again, Dumbledore continued, "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding within the wizarding community—in light of what is happening now—and in light of Voldemort's resurrection, this connection is more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked at Lady Maxime and Hagrid, Fleur Delacour and her Beauxbatons alumni, and Victor Krum and Durmstrang at Slytherin's table. Krum looked nervous, even a little scared, as if he thought Dumbledore was going to say something harsh.

"Every guest in this hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes fixed on Durmstrong's classmates, "are welcome whenever they want to come back." I'll say one more thing to all of you

Everywhere – given Voldemort's resurrection, we can only be strong if we are united, and vulnerable if we are divided – Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are so clever that we can only fight it to the end if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust...... As long as we have the same goal and open our hearts, differences in habits and language will not be an obstacle!"

Dumbledore's speech was passionate, but he seemed to have forgotten the word "unbreakable...... e is a bit of a terrier.,The last one who claimed to be unbreakable is already self-defeating.。