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The trio supported each other and walked towards Hogwarts.

Several people remained silent along the way, seeming to have their own concerns.

When he was about to enter the castle, Ron sighed:

"I don't know if Hagrid understands you."

"I bet he didn't take it to heart." Harry said glumly. "He is that kind of person, and he doesn't even know how vicious Umbridge is."

Hermione glanced at them angrily, and said in a determined voice:

"Then we will find him tomorrow. If necessary, I will help him prepare lessons and fire Trelawney. I don't care, but she can't drive Hagrid away!"

Hearing that Harry and Ron also nodded.

I just let go a little bit in my heart, speeding up the pace.

Only when they first approached the castle gate, they found that Madam Pomfrey in a white robe was standing on the castle steps with a serious expression.

"Harry, maybe I should tie up your legs so that you can remember that you are a patient!"

Madame Pomfrey rebuked.

Hearing this, Harry shrank his neck and retorted in a low voice:

"Yes, it was Dumbledore who made me..."

"Then I should tie up his legs too!" Madam Pomfrey's voice became sharper, "Now, immediately, lie down on the bed for me! You must lie there for three days!"

"But I have to go tomorrow..."

"No but!"

After Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, two sturdy female volunteers walked out from both sides of Madam Pomfrey, carried Harry and returned to the castle.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, both a little at a loss, and they chased them away for a while.

The group argued and entered the ward.

The number of people here has not decreased because of Harry's previous departure.

Neville, Ginny, George, Fred, Angelina...

Everyone still looked worried around Harry's bed.

"Okay, the patient needs a rest, now everyone will get out of me!"

Madam Pomfrey ordered Harry to be placed on the hospital bed, and then said coldly to the crowd.

Hearing that Naville was fooled, he instinctively hid his head behind Ginny, but didn't know that Ginny's thin body couldn't hide his fat body at all.

George and Fred are also regular customers in the infirmary.

They were laughing and joking with Madam Pomfrey, and finally they were picked up by their ears.

Taking advantage of the time that George and Fred had gained, everyone started asking Harry about the situation and saying goodbye.

Honestly, this moved Harry very much.

Looking at the sincere and worried faces in front of him, Harry realized that he had made so many good friends.

However, this move did not last long.

Because Angelina's depressed beautiful face soon appeared in front of him.

Facing Angelina, Harry's eyes drifted a little, and he didn't quite follow Angelina to look at him.

He has been confined in Umbridge since the beginning of school this year, and the Quidditch team could not participate in the training several times. Angelina is already very dissatisfied with this.

Angelina chose to stay at school this time because she wanted to help Harry to resume training during the Christmas holiday.

And now...

Feeling Angelina's eyes full of resentment, Harry felt that his cold sweat was about to drip.

He forced a smile at Angelina, trying to explain something, but then Madam Pomfrey suddenly returned to the ward.

"Are you not going to leave yet!?"

With Madam Pomfrey's anger, the crowd in the ward finally retreated.

Harry had mixed feelings in his heart.

Don't know why, he always has a hunch.

This Christmas, it seems that it will not be too peaceful.

...

Sildikin.

Inside a manor with closed doors and windows.

Voldemort put his hand against his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and leaned on a huge king's seat, seeming to be sleeping and thinking.

Barty Crouch Jr., dressed in a pure black samurai uniform, was hiding in the darkness behind Voldemort, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, guarding Voldemort.

And farther away, the short and bald little dwarf Peter was already covered in cold sweat.

His right hand, which had been repaired by Voldemort, was gone again.

This is a masterpiece of Moody's.

The other party's thunderbolt blast completely shattered his small half arm, and also shattered his wand that he didn't know which hapless man had snatched from.

In the outside room, there are many wounded like him.

This is the result of their frenzied development and exploration of ancient ruins and the battle with the group of people from the Phoenix Order.

In terms of the battle loss ratio alone, they can be said to be the order of the Phoenix, which was used guerrilla tactics, to explode.

Fortunately, the cruel war has finally come to an end temporarily.

Their owner, Voldemort, had already issued an order not long ago to temporarily return to the country for dormant training.

Little dwarf Peter felt sincerely happy when he thought that he would no longer have to fight with the lunatics of the Order of the Phoenix.

There was an unsearchable smile at the corner of his mouth, and Dwarf Peter wiped his sweat with his remaining left hand.

It's just that his action was only halfway through, and Barty Crouch Jr.'s undisguised murderous gaze locked him in.

A disgustingly pleasing smile appeared on Little Batty's face instinctively, which made Batty abandon his eyes with disgust.

"Made! Madman!"

Little dwarf cursed inwardly.

The pressure on him to stay with Voldemort was too great.

Especially that Barty Crouch Jr.

This guy was completely crazy like the Death Eaters he had seen in the past.

His eyes are always crazy, the difference is that when they look at others, they are full of murderous madness, and when they look at Voldemort, they are fanatical worship.

Little Dwarf had no doubt that as long as Voldemort spoke, a madman like Barty would dare to raise his wand at anyone.

With his head down, the little dwarf began to slowly move towards the fireplace.

Although the faint green magic flame burning in the fireplace could not provide him with much heat, it was much better than being shrouded in icy darkness.

"Peter, how is the situation with Azkaban?"

A somber and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the empty room.

The little dwarf star, who was only halfway through, shuddered suddenly, and stood at attention:

"Master! The dementors have agreed to the initial negotiations with us, but they don't want to surrender to them completely, they say..."

The dwarf paused, seeing that Voldemort was still closing his eyes, and there was no dissatisfaction on his face, then he continued, "They say that they want to be their ally. We must first prove that we are stronger than the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, what else?"

"More?" Little Dwarf retelled instinctively, but quickly reacted, "Oh! Yes! Ms. Lestrange! We have contacted Ms. Lestrange, she heard about you I am very happy after returning. Let me express to you the most heartfelt congratulations from her and the other Death Eaters, and also say..."

"Say the point!"

"I'm very sorry!" Dwarf's head was almost lowered to the upper. "The things you asked her to keep are in the Lestrange family's vault in Gringotts!"

After that, Little Dwarf took out a thick brass key and held his head high in both hands.

Voldemort's golden snake pupils opened.

He didn't look at the little dwarf star, his gaze swept across the brass key, and finally fell on the faint green flame in the fireplace.

Hufflepuff's golden cup.

This was the Horcrux that he had handed over to Bellatrix Lestrange in the past.

At the same time, he also gave Lucius Malfoy the custody of his boy notebook.

There is no doubt that this is a great trust.

Unfortunately, Malfoy failed him.

If it weren't for Malfoy, the situation would not have become like this at all.

He will not become a so-called...number 4.

Voldemort's fists clenched tightly together.

Just thinking of those three shadows, the flames of anger would ignite from his body uncontrollably.

The air pressure in the room suddenly became extremely low. The little dwarf, who had been bent down and bowed his head, could no longer bear the feeling of breathing difficulties and knelt on the ground, but even so, his hands holding the keys were still held high. .

"Little Batty, my most loyal servant."

Voldemort's voice sounded again, and Barty Crouch Jr., who was full of fanaticism, stepped forward and took a step forward.

"With this key, go and bring back my golden cup. Be careful, don't let anyone discover it."

"Yes! My master!"

Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the ground and kissed the corner of Voldemort's robe, then got up, took the key, and walked out with his head high.

As the footsteps faded away, Voldemort also got up and stood in front of the window.

He opened the curtains and stared at the gloomy sky in the distance, his expression gradually becoming cold.

Horcrux is the most critical existence.

As long as he can get the Horcrux, he has the opportunity to reverse the current situation.

The premise is that he must hide it from everyone, including the three guys who call themselves by numbers!

In this regard, he actually has an advantage.

After all, the person who hid the Horcrux back then was himself.

However, having an advantage does not necessarily mean success.

Like the Slytherin locket in the cave before, he originally wanted to steal it back.

But the result?

First the Order of the Phoenix knew the news, and then they all knew about it on the 1st.

As a result, the grotto became a battlefield for both of them.

But he, the real victim, has become a bystander.

Fortunately, the locket in the grotto was tuned by a traitor.

This should be the best result, after all, it would be the worst if it fell into the hands of No. 1.

And Dumbledore...

Voldemort couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, and a grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His brain was inexplicably connected with the legendary Harry Potter.

But unlike Harry.

As one of the most powerful masters in the world, he has already discovered this.

Harry's brain was like a sieve to him.

He blocked Harry's perception of him for the first time, and at the same time peeped at Harry's brain, and used Harry to learn about Dumbledore and Link's intelligence.

Even the foreseen dreams Harry had made before were pictures of the past that he actively transmitted.

In order to let Harry contact Dumbledore, so as to understand the current situation in the Order of the Phoenix.

Judging from the results, this tactic is simply perfect.

Although the stupid half-giant didn't know where the safe houses of the other members of the Order of the Phoenix were located, he also leaked the news that the Order of the Phoenix had been unable to fight and had entered a silent state.

Now, one of the two organizations that gave him the most headache has been silent.

The other is to focus on the matter of trying to seize the detention of other countries overseas, and there is no time to intervene in his side for the time being.

In such a perfect situation, Jinbei can always return to his hands, right?

If not, then Barty, there is no need to come back.

Outside the window, the dark clouds had already condensed, and there was a vague thunder that shuttled between the clouds, making a muffled sound.

Little Batty, who had changed into a silk robe, also walked out of the villa, got on the carriage that was already ready, and was about to set off for Gringotts.

As if noticing Voldemort's gaze, Little Barty glanced at the window sill with feeling, and happened to meet Voldemort's gaze.

There was a flush of blush on Little Batty's face, and regardless of being in the small compartment, he got up and saluted Voldemort in excitement.

Voldemort nodded with a smile.

It's just... there is a deep gloom hidden in this smile.

...

The next day.

Inside Hogwarts' ward.

Harry woke up from a deep sleep and stretched greatly.

Listening to the crisp noise from the joints of his body.

Harry's mood was extremely happy-it meant that he would continue to grow taller.

Crunch--

The door opened.

Professor McGonagall in a brown robe walked in and said blankly:

"You finally woke up, do you know what time it is now?"

Hearing that Harry instinctively glanced at the clock in the corner, and the time displayed on it was 1 pm or 5 minutes away.

In other words, noon is almost over?

Looking at the expression on Professor McGonagall's face again, Harry's heart touched his throat in an instant.

No one knows better than him how strict Professor McGonagall is.

Although Professor McGonagall will not punish the behavior of sleeping late, he will definitely ‘educate’.

And just as Harry waited for the storm to come in anxious mood, he saw a rare smile on Professor McGonagall’s face, and said:

"How was your sleep last night? Do you still have nightmares?"

"No, I slept well!"

Harry said without hesitation.

He is not a lie.

The nightmare did not reappear last night, and because of this, he slept for the most comfortable time in this period of time, so that his body is now numb and comfortable.

After a pause, Harry hesitated to explain:

"I didn't mean to wake up so late. You have seen it. I was in a coma for so long before~lightnovelpub.net~ messed up my biological clock. In fact, I was going to bed before 8 o'clock last night. , But I just can't sleep..."

"Okay, okay, kid, no one will punish you just because you slept for a second time." Professor McGonagall smiled, "Don't forget, it's the Christmas holiday now."

After speaking, seeing Harry obviously relieved, Professor McGonagall shook his head and said as he walked to the door:

"But you really should get up. Your friends have already been waiting in the hallway, and they brought you lunch that you couldn't catch up."

"and many more!"

Harry stopped Professor McGonagall with a sudden shout, and she turned her head to look suspiciously.

"Professor McGonagall," Harry's expression became serious, "I want to see Professor Dumbledore again! Can you take me there?"

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