In the school hospital, Dumbledore also left, before leaving, he took Barty Crouch Sr., and Twinkle was still unconscious, the coma spell that Barty Jr. shot out angrily was too powerful, Twinkle couldn't get rid of Dumbledore for a while and didn't take the initiative to wake it up, maybe he also knew how cruel the status quo was for Twinkle.

Madame Maxime soon came out of the small ward with Fleur and Gabrielle as well.

"Thank you so much!"

When Fleur came out, she strode over to them, her beautiful blue eyes were still damp, obviously, she was really scared, and before Harry could react, she hugged him, hugged him, and kissed Harry on the cheek passionately, and then, in the same way, gave Ron and Hermione a touch,

"Although it was that tracksuit that saved Gabrielle, you also helped, didn't you?"

Fleur said gratefully.

Harry was speechless, he couldn't figure out when the real Gabrielle and Professor Bryan had been replaced, but he didn't intend to tell Flout that Gabrielle hadn't experienced any danger.

Madam Pomfrey didn't give them much time to talk, forcing the three of them to drink a potion, and then closing the curtain to coat their wounds with white freshness.

The effects of the potion were immediate, and before Madam Pomfrey could finish treating Hermione's wounds, Harry, who had drunk the potion first, was enveloped in a heavy, irresistible dreamless sleep.

The next two days were probably the most boring they had ever spent at Hogwarts.

In order to give them a better rest, Madam Pomfrey arranged their hospital beds in small wards and eliminated all the students who came to visit, the three of them had heard Ron's siblings yelling outside many times, Neville had also brought some people to come once, and Hagrid too, but Madam Pomfrey showed unprecedented determination, she did not let anyone in.

Harry had been vaguely expecting Sirius to come back to accompany him, but he also seemed to have forgotten his promise and never returned. He knew it wasn't the same as it used to be, but he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In addition, Professors Dumbledore and Bryan seemed to have forgotten about them, and did not visit them once in two days.

Completely cut off from the outside world, the only news they received was that Madam Pomfrey told them that Professor Dumbledore had announced Voldemort's return to everyone in the Great Hall at the dinner party on the day they announced Voldemort's return, and asked everyone to be vigilant, as well as Karkaroff's death.

Harry had expected to have a heated discussion with Ron or Hermione about what had happened that morning, and why Professor Bryan had replaced Gabrielle.

Did he have insight into Voldemort's plan in advance, and if so, why did he acquiesce to Voldemort's mana? But no.

Harry didn't want to recall the hours he thought Ron and Hermione were dead. It was so gloomy that he was cold just thinking about it now, and reason forced him to turn his thoughts elsewhere, and Ron and Hermione were the equivalent of death once, and that was not an experience for them to take lightly.

But they also discussed some things, such as Hermione's warrior status.

Now they knew that Hermione's identity as a warrior was that of Moody's Cleona, and that Harry knew why she did this advice was known to Voldemort.

It's a bit ridiculous because on the night of the Quidditch final, Hermione was desperately protecting him in the box and was seen by Cleona, so she knew all the matches and suggested to Voldemort to make Hermione a warrior, so that she could not only create an opportunity to get Harry out of Hogwarts, but also create a fog to confuse Professor Dumbledore and Professor Bryan.

"If they're going to continue the Triwizard Tournament, what about the results of the second match?"

Ron looked at Hermione with a frown,

"Except for Cedric, no one finished the game, if they only gave Cedric a score and the rest of them gave zero points, then Cedric would have sealed the win early, right?"

"Unless they announce a second restart, I mean, a new event."

Harry scratched his arm and said that the wound he had been wounded by Barty Jr. had completely healed, and there was not even a scar, that is, the newly grown flesh from the wound would be a little itchy.

"It's too late--"

Hermione flickered her black eyelashes,

"According to the plan, we will have a third competition in June, and now that it is March, they need to redesign the new project and mobilize resources. This will affect the third game, and, moreover, it will make all the schools involved in the game, including the Ministry of Magic, a joke-"

"Ministry of Magic"

Harry grunted, his expression darkened, he still couldn't forget the ridiculous reaction of Cornelius Fudge that day, and the terrifying-for-tat scene between Professor Dumbledore and Professor Bryan in the school hospital,

"Aren't they making jokes too much?"

Hermione interrupted her reply from the sound of footsteps outside the door, and the door opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in with a smile on her face, and her words made the three people in the hospital who were about to mold jump for joy.

"I thought they were going to lock us up until Easter!"

After packing up their things, the three of them almost left the school hospital as if they were fleeing, and several people rushed back to the common room, Ron shouted excitedly, and Harry couldn't wait to go back to the dormitory, back to his classmates, but when he rushed to the Gryffindor tower, and passed a corner, Hermione suddenly stopped and screamed.

"Oh, it's school day!"

"Don't tell me you're going to class, Hermione!"

Ron said in surprise.

"But it's Friday--" Hermione said, "Professor Brian's physical education class." ”

Harry, who was faintly rejected, was slightly stunned, if it was some other course, he didn't mind 'justifying' escaping, after experiencing that horror and being locked up in the school hospital for a few days, Harry couldn't wait to be free. They had already discussed it, first went to the dormitory to change clothes, and then, went to Hagrid's to inquire about the current situation.

But Professor Bryan's physical education class

In that eerie cemetery, having experienced Voldemort's resurrection, they were extremely aware of how important practical teaching was, and the chances of such a dangerous situation in the future must be increasing.

Ron shrugged,

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes first, and then I'll go to the Quidditch pitch first, and we'll go to Hagrid together after the lesson."

Truth be told, the feeling of throwing Ron aside every time in gym class was torture for Harry, but Professor Bryan, who was a good talker, was very principled in this matter, and none of them could shake his will.

Professor Bryan killed Barty Crouch Jr. in front of Voldemort, and in the inevitable memories of these few days, this incident was the most enjoyable thing for Harry. But even he didn't realize that he could now think so calmly about killing and death.

"Hopefully Professor Dumbledore and Professor Bryan have reconciled—"

On the way to the classroom, Hermione's delicate brow kept a trace of worry,

"They shouldn't contradict themselves isn't that their goals are all to resist the mystery man. It's just a different idea, oh I'm not too surprised by this kind of thing, wizards like them always have their own style but I think Professor Blaine is right, the Ministry of Magic must be held accountable, not let them stay out of the way, if Professor Dumbledore relies on Sirius alone to deal with the mystery people, it will undoubtedly be very difficult-"

After a moment's hesitation, Harry nodded in agreement, and he and Hermione walked briskly through a narrow hallway, leaping around the corner, ready to step up the stairs, but—

Looking at the landing between the stairs and the stairs, a group of Slytherin wizards looked at Draco Malfoy, and Harry and Hermione stood still.

(End of chapter)