Chapter 511 Warning

The wine in the goblet was finished and refilled. The roast meat and soup were removed from the long table and replaced with pudding and ice cream. The crystal chandelier hanging from the dome cast warm yellow light all over the hall.

Groups of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff wizards gathered together, listening to Ron and MacMillan loudly telling the story of the two warriors working together to deal with the giant spider at the last stage. They were excited and their faces flushed.

The graduating wizards wandered around in the gaps between the four tables, saying goodbye to familiar or unfamiliar classmates, clinking their glasses together, and the melancholy of parting disappeared in the lively noise.

The midnight bell rang, and no professor stood up to announce the end of the banquet. Occasionally, a professor who couldn't hold his liquor quietly slipped away from the side door. Dumbledore sat in the guest of honor seat and talked to Professor McGonagall in a low voice with a faint smile.

Loren, who was sitting at the back of the Gryffindor table, stared at the old headmaster for a long time. His smile was faint but not forced at all. Dumbledore occasionally invited Professor McGonagall to raise a glass, as if he was completely immersed in the joy of the banquet, and all the troubles were thrown outside the hall.

Loren retracted his gaze and continued to fiddle with the things in his hands: "A small half cup of mango juice as the base, plus orange juice with full fruit particles...

"If you like strawberries, add some strawberry pulp.

"Juice may look a little ugly when mixed together, but it will never be unpalatable."

Hermione silently watched the man mix a cup of strange liquid.

The upper layer is light-colored translucent juice, the middle layer has turbid fruit flocs, and the lower layer is precipitated pulp. It looks like some unknown potion, and it exudes a rich mango and orange fragrance when gently shaken.

If she hadn't seen him compound it with several kinds of juice, the little witch might have suspected that it was some kind of potion made from crude materials, the kind that was poisonous.

"Doesn't it look tempting?"

Loren carefully picked up the crystal cup filled with strange liquid and handed it over: "There is a lot of orange juice in it, and the rich sweetness is slightly sour, and there are also the unique flavors of mango and strawberry. Try it, it must be delicious."

As he spoke, the man brought the cup with mixed fruit aroma to her lips.

Hermione glanced at his eager expression, was silent for a while, opened her mouth and took a small sip. It was sour and sweet, and the tongue could clearly taste a bitter taste.

Probably the pulp of several fruits settled down, and the layer of liquid floating on the top after layering was relatively light, the sweetness was not obvious, but the sour taste was very prominent. It can't be said to be unpalatable, but it is definitely not delicious.

"How is it, is it delicious?"

"It's delicious."

Hermione nodded calmly, and moved her eyes away with a guilty look: "But I ate too much tonight, I can't drink it, you drink it."

"Then you take a break, I'll mix you something else later."

"..."

The man shook the liquid in the cup, took a big sip and smacked his lips as if to savor it. It looks like the taste of the shaken liquid should be very good.

Hermione tilted her head, caught a glimpse of his expression and the yellow candlelight above his head, and her brown eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but fall into thought.

Did this man deliberately let her drink the unpalatable liquid on top?

Probably not.

He can always make food that is more delicious than the restaurant, and the satisfied expressions of others when enjoying the food make him happy. Compared with teasing himself a little, he should be more willing to hear his own praise.

Speaking of which, it seems that it has been like this since I first met this person. Where did he learn these cooking skills?

Grandpa Bates can't teach him these things...

As the relationship between the two became closer, she knew more and more clearly that this man had many secrets -

his inexplicable cooking skills;

he always knew many secrets, such as the secrets of Barty Crouch and his son, such as the location of Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, and so on.

Some of the news was not even known to Headmaster Dumbledore, and the source of the news was not Flamel in the fantasy book.

Hermione would not completely ignore this, nor would she ask to the end. She believed in Loren 100%, and he would always confess these secrets to her.

In the near future.

Before the glass of strange-colored juice was finished, this man asked her to join him in mixing various other drinks. Hermione felt a little childish, but she still handed him the cup and the juice that he couldn't reach...

At three o'clock in the morning, the banquet was coming to an end.

The most cheerful group of little wizards had shouted hoarsely, and some Hufflepuff students lay on the long table with a listless look, too sleepy to open their eyes but reluctant to close them.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The silver spoon hit the outer wall of the crystal cup. The crisp and sharp sound stimulated the young wizards to shudder. They all became alert and looked at the guest of honor seat with wide eyes.

At some point, the starry dome was reduced to a dark night. The crystal chandelier and hundreds of magic candles disappeared. A row of rough torches were propped up on the four walls, and the blazing flames filled every corner of the auditorium.

In the guest of honor seat, the solemn expressions of several principals and professors added a bit of solemnity to the scene.

"Another year is over." Something in Dumbledore's blue eyes made the young wizards uneasy, and he muttered in detail, "Professor McGonagall suggested that I announce the news before the banquet begins. She may be Yes, a pleasant banquet can dilute the uneasiness in my heart, but as an old man, I am more looking forward to a more unrestrained happy time, and I have been putting it off until now. "

He stopped talking, and there was silence in the auditorium, and a certain suppressed emotion gradually approached the little wizards.

"Voldemort has regained his physical body and is back."

Nervous murmurs filled the Great Hall, and everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror, with wide eyes, as if expecting him to admit it was a joke at the next moment, as usual.

But he didn't. Dumbledore stood there in silence, waiting for them to digest this shocking fact, until those whispers gradually fell silent:

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this. Some parents of my classmates may be shocked by what I did. Maybe it's because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back, or maybe because they think I shouldn't tell you this. After all, you are still young..."

Loren looked around. Shock and fear were written on the faces of the other young wizards at the headmaster's table. Except for Slytherin, some pure-blooded people among them were whispering.

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding among the wizarding community. In light of what is happening now, in light of Voldemort's return from the dead, this connection is more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked around, his eyes sweeping over Madam Maxime and Hagrid, Fleur Delacour and her Beauxbatons alumni, and Viktor Crewe at the Slytherin table. Tom and Durmstrang's classmates, then glanced at the students in Ilvermorny, and finally looked at Principal Fontana and nodded in greeting:

“I must explain to everyone here that we will only be strong if we are united, and division will only make us vulnerable... As long as we show unbreakable trust and friendship, as long as we have the same goal and open our hearts to differences in habits and language It won’t be an obstacle…”