Chapter 707: Dazzling Eyes

Dumbledore stood up.

He looked at Barty Crouch Jr. for a moment, with a look of disgust on his face. Then he raised his wand again and swung a rope from it. The rope revolved around Barty Crouch Jr., tangled him tightly.

Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, could you please stay here? I'll take Harry upstairs."

"Of course," said Professor McGonagall. She looked a little nauseous, as if she had just watched someone get sick. However, when she took out her wand and pointed it at Barty Crouch Jr., her hand was very steady.

"Severus," Dumbledore turned to Snape, "ask Madam Pomfrey to come down here. We are going to take Moody to the hospital. Then you go down to the basement, find Cornelius, and take him with you. Come to this office. He's going to want to question Crouch himself. Tell him that if he wants to see me, I'll be in the hospital wing in half an hour."

Snape nodded quietly and flew out of the room like a gust of wind.

"Harry," Dumbledore called gently.

Harry stood up and swayed again. When he was listening to Crouch, he had never noticed the pain in his leg, but now the pain was very severe.

He realized he was shaking.

Dumbledore grabbed his arm and helped him out into the dark corridor.

"Harry, please come to my office first," he said quietly as they walked up the passage. "Sirius sneaked back from Norway and is waiting for us there."

Harry nodded. He had a numbness and a feeling of being completely out of reality, but he didn't care, he was even happy about it.

Ever since he came into contact with the Three Wizards Fighting Competition, he didn't want to think about anything that happened.

He didn't want to examine the memories that were as vivid as photos, constantly passing through his mind: Moody in the suitcase; Crouch falling to the ground, holding a broken arm; rising from the big steam boiler. Voldemort, Cedric... I don’t know whether he is alive or dead... Cedric should return to his parents... Fan Lin has not come back yet...

"Professor," Harry murmured, "where are Mr. and Mrs. Diggory? And, Fanlin..."

"They're staying with Professor Sputrow," Dumbledore frowned. His voice had been quiet throughout the entire interrogation of Barty Crouch Jr., but now it was slightly shaken for the first time, "She is the owner of Cedric's house, and she knows Cedric best! As for Fanlin, Fox will protect his safety!"

They arrived at the stone statue in front of Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore gave the password and it popped open. He and Harry went up the spiral escalator to the oak door.

Dumbledore pushed open the door. Sirius was standing there, his pale face looking terrible, like he had just escaped from Azkban.

In a moment he was across the room. "Harry, how are you? I know - I know things like this - what happened?" as he helped Harry to a stool in front of a table. , his hand trembled. "What happened?" he asked more urgently.

Dumbledore began to tell Sirius everything that Barty Crouch Jr. said.

Harry wasn't paying much attention. Every bone in his body was tired and aching. He wanted nothing but to sit here quietly until he fell asleep, without having to think or experience anything.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he sat behind the table facing Harry. He looked at Harry, but Harry avoided his eyes. Dumbledore wanted to question him, he wanted Harry to relive what had happened.

"Harry, I want to know what happened after you touched the portkey in the maze?" Dumbledore said.

"Dumbledore, we can leave this discussion until tomorrow morning, okay?" Sirius said recklessly. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Let him sleep for a while and rest."

Harry felt a surge of gratitude towards Sirius. But Dumbledore paid attention to what Sirius said.

He leaned toward Harry, who reluctantly raised his head and looked into those blue eyes.

"If I think I can help you by giving you a good night's sleep and asking you to think about what happened tonight later, I will do it." Dumbledore said kindly, "But I Know how better. Being numb to the pain now will make it even worse when you finally feel it, not to mention your friends... You have shown the greatest courage I could ask for, and now I want you to manifest again , I want you to tell me what happened."

Yes, there are still people who haven’t come back...

Harry didn't dare to leave here now. If he returned to Gryffindor, there would be one less person, or even Hermione's gaze, and Harry wouldn't know how to face it.

He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, the scenes that happened that night seemed to reappear before his eyes: he saw again the gleaming surface of the potion that revived Voldemort, he saw the corpse-eaters appearing among the tombs, he saw again Killed that vampire and took Cedric away...

Once or twice Sirius made some noise as if he wanted to say something, his hand still firmly on Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore interrupted him by raising his hand.

Harry was happy because now that he had started it was easier to continue.

It was even a belief: he seemed to feel that some poison was being discharged from his body.

It took determination and courage to continue, but he could still tell that he would feel better once he had said it all.

When Harry spoke of Crouch cutting his arm open with a dagger, Sirius let out a roar.

Dumbledore stood up so quickly that Harry was startled.

Dumbledore walked around the table and asked Harry to hold out his arm. Harry pointed out where his robes had been torn and the wounds underneath.

"He said that using my blood would make him stronger than using anyone else's," Harry told Dumbledore. "He said that protection - what my mother had left me - and he was proven right - —He was able to touch me without hurting himself, and he touched my face.”

For a moment, Harry felt a look of victory flash in Dumbledore's eyes.

But then he thought he was imagining it, because when Dumbledore returned to his seat behind the desk, he looked as old and haggard as ever. "Okay," he said, sitting down again, "Voldemort overcame that special potion. Harry, continue." (To be continued)