Chapter 507: About Professor Granger's Corporal Punishment of Students

"I have decided to accompany them to the end of this stage play."

After the old headmaster's voice fell, Moody drank the pumpkin juice in the cup in one gulp. The sweet taste made him frown uncomfortably. He snorted with disdain and sneered: "What's more unexpected is that a bastard got involved and voted in the name of the mysterious man, almost causing us big trouble!"

Harry and Ron turned their heads to look at Loren again. The man lowered his head and held the porcelain cup, looking like he was concentrating on drinking tea, as if the bastard who did this was not him.

"So you knew it a long time ago..." Harry's eyes were resentful. At the beginning, under the witness of the young wizards of four schools and many professors, he was inexplicably elected as a warrior even though his age did not meet the competition requirements. Those rumors and sarcastic eyes tortured him so much that he couldn't eat for several days.

In addition, the horrifying name "Tom Gaunt" also came out of the Goblet of Fire. He had nightmares for several consecutive nights and could not sleep or eat well.

Loren sat silently beside him, half of his face buried in the teacup, as if the ordinary pumpkin juice in it was some sweet and expensive rare drink.

Hermione also lowered her head unnaturally, not knowing whether she was an accomplice for not reporting it. She felt a little ashamed.

Dumbledore watched by himself. After Loren drank the pumpkin juice in the cup under the gaze of several people, he poured him another cup and then spoke slowly:

"This is not a bad thing. Loren's unexpected disruption aroused his competitive spirit, made him very interested in the championship project, and made our subsequent plans smoother...

"I think you also saw that "Crouch" couldn't wait to show his ability in the first project...

"On the other hand, Barty Crouch, disguised as Alastor, has been secretly helping Harry, hoping that he can successfully advance to the end...

"In the preparation stage of the third project, Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr. exchanged identities again. Barty Crouch Jr. was waiting for news at the referee's seat to prevent unexpected situations-if Harry left the maze early, he would take Harry away in other ways.

"And Voldemort joined the patrol team in the guise of Alastor and entered the maze, using the Imperius Curse to control Krum to attack Miss Delacour and Graves... Cedric was better than he expected. After defeating Krum, he joined you and defeated the last Acromantula. Voldemort had to share the championship trophy with you in the end."

No one expected that the seemingly peaceful maze would hide such waves.

Ron and Sirius were stunned.

Harry also opened his mouth in surprise: "What happened next? I saw Cedric being hit by the Killing Curse with my own eyes, but he looked fine?"

"That's another story..." Dumbledore took a sip of pumpkin juice and looked at the boy on his left, "Please let me, an old guy, take a break, and let Loren tell you about his heroic deeds."

Facing the inquiring eyes of others, Loren grinned: "There is no heroic story. I just felt a little uneasy before the game started, so I asked Dobby to hide in the maze in advance. Harry and Cedric were taken away by the door key, and I followed them..."

Everyone listened to his vague description of the process of saving Cedric. As a retired Auror, Moody keenly smelled the unusual place. His blue magic eye stared at him, and the other eye looked at Dumbledore, asking a secret question:

How did he know Voldemort's plan?

How did he know that Voldemort's destination was Little Hangleton?

How could he, an ordinary student, be able to save someone in front of Bellatrix, and even prevent her from noticing anything unusual?

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and shook the teacup in his hand, looking like he refused to accept any questions.

He didn't care how many questions others had. Loren rescued Cedric without hesitation, which proved himself.

"In order to prevent Bellatrix from investigating, I used leaves to transform and leave a fake body, but it was not used in the end." Loren sighed, seeming to be quite regretful.

"..."

Harry's mouth opened slightly, his expression was numb, his eyes were dull, and he looked very stupid.

He was unhappy, aggrieved and depressed. He was obviously a witness to all the events, and he was obviously Voldemort's target. He was obviously kidnapped by Voldemort himself, but why did these people know the truth of the incident better than him, the person involved.

Voldemort planned his selection as a champion, and the old headmaster agreed to let him participate in the competition. Death Eaters even continued to provide help later...

Voldemort and the house elves were hiding in the maze. He was abducted by Voldemort, and Loren followed him right after.

How many things did he not know?

Why couldn't he be told?

Who was the chosen boy?

But in addition to his indignation and complaints, Harry was relieved in his heart. He heard with his own ears that Cedric had returned safely and intact, and his heart that had been hanging for a long time finally fell.

Only he knew how his internal organs twitched and hurt when he saw Cedric lose his life in front of him and his legs drooped weakly, and how desperate and self-blame he felt in his heart...

That scene was more unforgettable than Voldemort's resurrection.

"Okay, the prologue has begun. Let Harry tell us the rest of the story." Dumbledore winked at him and said with a smile, "But pay attention to the time, Harry, it's already very late. I I hope your story will be as brief and concise as possible. You must be considerate of me, an insomniac old man, and those Death Eater scenes are not important, okay?"

Harry listened to this meaningful instruction and nodded subconsciously. Snape's face flashed through his mind. After thinking for a while, he slowly spoke:

"Bellatrix collected three materials and added them to the crucible. They were her father's bones and the ashes taken from Tom Riddle's grave... The last one was the blood of her enemies. She collected a few drops of blood from me... "

Harry stretched out his arm to show the torn robe and the healed wound on his arm. The new flesh was pinker than the old flesh around it. "He said that using my blood would be more effective than using other people's blood and would make him Stronger, and said that the ancient magical power that my mother left in my body also flows in his body... It turned out that he was right, and it was no longer hurt when he touched my forehead. "

For a brief moment, Harry seemed to see a flash of joy in Dumbledore's eyes.

Is it my own delusion?

When he came back to his senses, the white-bearded old principal returned to his kind face, with a little compassion in his blue eyes, seeming to feel sorry for Lily Potter. Harry paused and continued: "He is very proud of the resurrection ceremony. Planned, spent a long time showing off, then released me from my bonds and asked me to duel with him..."

The duel that took place tonight flashed before his eyes like a movie: the painful Cruciatus Curse, the twisted and ferocious pale snake face, the two magic strings connected together, the golden beam and the song of the phoenix, and The last soul that emerged...

"...With their help, I successfully obtained the door key and returned to Hogwarts."

Recalling his parents' vivid faces and their soft voices, Harry felt a sense of relief, as if something poisonous was being expelled from his body little by little as he told the story.

At the end of the sentence, Fawkes on the perch let out a soft and trembling cry, and the sound trembled slightly in the air. Harry drank a large glass of pumpkin juice and felt a hot liquid slide down his throat into his stomach. My body feels warm and I feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

Everyone present said nothing, silently digesting the events described by Harry. The two were surrounded by Death Eaters during the duel. Coupled with the golden light that obscured their sight, even Dumbledore who was present could not see what was inside the aperture. specific circumstances that occurred.

"Two wands connected together?" Sirius, who had rarely spoken all night, broke the silence, his brows knitted together, "Why?"

"Because the two wands have the same core, both of which come from the feathers on Fawkes." Dumbledore pointed to the phoenix on the branch. "Four years ago, when you just left Mr. Ollivander's shop, he He wrote to me about it."

"If twin wands touch each other in a duel, they will not attack each other normally. If they insist on fighting, this may happen." Dumbledore looked at Harry's face, seeming to see from his eyes There were some overflowing emotions, "But no magic can reawaken the dead. It is just a reflection of the soul, and those voices are just distant echoes between life and death."

Harry lowered his eyes lonely.

Loren looked at Harry's wand thoughtfully. Not all twin wands should have the effect of summoning souls. The unique magic of Phoenix Nirvana may have played a key role in it, but the research samples of twin wands are too rare. , and he wasn't sure.

I don’t know if I will have the opportunity to do experiments in the future.

Fox, who was combing his feathers on a perch, felt a chill coming over him for no reason. He shrank his wings in an attempt to keep himself warm.

Wand...life and death...

Loren's eyes involuntarily fell on the ancient wand in Dumbledore's hand, and he silently observed the lines of the old trees on it.

This Elder Wand is unusually long. Generally, wands are about ten inches in length. This one is a full fifteen inches. There are scattered gray wands on the body. It is said that when Death made it, he used elder branches from the banks of the River Styx as the handle. , the tail hair of the Thestral is the core of the staff. Although it is full of ominousness, it is also surprisingly powerful.

Recalling the scene of the duel between the two legendary wizards tonight, although it felt like Dumbledore was indeed suppressing Voldemort, I don't know how much effect the Elder Wand played in it.

Gee, I'm a little greedy...

Everything was presented in front of everyone from beginning to end. Moody's sullen face, covered with wounds, looked a bit ferocious. The actively rotating blue magic eye proved that his mind was spinning rapidly, and Sirius had very few thoughts all night long. say.

Except for Loren, the other three students all had questions in their minds, but in a depressing atmosphere, they did not ask them.

"I must say," Dumbledore said solemnly and solemnly, "You have been very brave tonight, far beyond my expectations of you, Harry. The courage you have shown is the same as those who were at the same time as Voldemort in his heyday. As with all the wizards he has fought to the death, you have taken on the responsibilities of an adult wizard and shown you are more than capable of taking on such a dare.

"Please forgive me for hiding many things from you, and will continue to hide them for some time to come, but please also believe that the day when I confess to you will come soon. Before that, you can continue to enjoy Hogwart ci’s life.”

Harry's eyes were a little sore. He was dissatisfied with everyone's hiding from him, but thinking that all dangers were under the supervision of the principal, he felt at ease.

He asked aggrievedly: "Do you need me to keep tonight's affairs a secret?"

"Given the history between you and him, keeping it secret won't make him let go of his hatred for you, right?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"My matters must be kept secret." Loren said simply. "I'm afraid of trouble. I hope you will tell the public that Cedric managed to survive on his own."

Harry nodded, and everyone except Moody stood up, said goodbye to the principal, and left the principal's office.

Not far into the corridor, Molly and the Weasley family came to greet them. The dull atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the corridor became lively late at night.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!" Molly's voice trembled slightly.

"I'm fine..." Harry was choked with breathlessness.

Sirius said: "A lot of things happened tonight, and there will be an awards ceremony tomorrow. Let Harry go back and rest first."

In the end, Ron showed off happily: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

"..."

Hermione didn't stop, pulling Loren and trotting upstairs. The noise in the Gryffindor common room came through the portrait hole. The girl turned around and pulled him into the abandoned classroom with no one nearby.

After choosing a barely clean table and chair and sitting down, Hermione pursed her lips, tightened her face, and looked at Loren indifferently.

Loren looked at her too, her eyes widening.

Seeing the girl's eyes slightly narrowed, Loren immediately slammed the table to celebrate her blinking first, but seeing the cold light flashing in those beautiful eyes, he couldn't use his usual skill of changing the subject.

Loren blinked uneasily, glanced at her, and then glanced at her again. After thinking for a moment, he confessed his mistake straight away: "It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I was worried that Dumbledore had made an oversight. He asked Dobby and Winky before the game started." …”

He quickly admitted his mistake and reflected on and reviewed the operation, sorting out the mistakes from four aspects, with clear regulations and a sincere attitude.

Hermione was silent for a moment, then put her left hand on the table and spread it out. The palm of her hand was white and tender, with a few fingernail marks on it.

"What?"

Loren was stunned for a moment, then came closer to take a look. The hand immediately pressed down on his shoulder, and the other hand grabbed his arm. Although both hands were white and soft, with warm palms, they were very powerful and hit him. It still hurts.

"Hey, hey, I already admitted my mistake!"

"That's fine, but I don't forgive you!"

"Hey, can we fight somewhere else..."