Chapter 418: Unsolved Mystery, Dumbledore's Speech

The next day.

Aaron slept in the hospital bed until he woke up naturally. This was the first time he woke up so late since he went to school.

He glanced at the others who had woken up, and then turned his eyes to the opposite side, where a one-eyed and lame patient was looking at him meaningfully.

"Really Professor Alastor Moody." Cedric explained in a low voice, "After Dumbledore saw him last night, he showed that he was very interested in you."

"Haha! I'm not interested in men." Aaron said lightly, then took out a lollipop from Abe's pocket and held it in his mouth in a very unpresentable manner.

"If you are not interested in men, then are you interested in women?" Furong asked him playfully.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and said speechlessly: "Miss Delacour, I admit that you are beautiful, but I am not interested in you.

After all, I am just a handsome 15-year-old boy and have not considered women for the time being."

"Hypocritical, sometimes I really can't tell whether what you say is true or false."

"It must be false." Harry watched the fun and didn't mind making trouble, "Last night Adrian said..."

"Shut up, Harry." Aaron interrupted immediately, "Don't forget that I am your savior."

Hearing this, Harry shut his mouth awkwardly.

But Fleur seemed to have misunderstood something, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a curve.

At this time, the door of the school hospital suddenly opened, and Ms. Pomfrey brought two house elves to bring breakfast to several wounded people.

"You are basically fine and can be discharged today.

But Cedric, you'd better not do any heavy work within a week, which is not conducive to the recovery of your shoulder."

"I know, Madam Pomfrey."

"Okay, I won't disturb you from eating. Tell me when you leave." Madam Pomfrey said and turned to leave the room.

Harry picked up a bowl of pumpkin porridge and asked absentmindedly while eating, "What do you think the mysterious man will do?"

"What else can he do?" Aaron said nonchalantly, "Break through Azkaban and rescue his loyal servants, and then win over a group of powerful magical creatures... trolls, giants, werewolves, vampires, etc.

This way he can restore his previous power as quickly as possible, or even better than before.

After all, this time it's not starting from scratch, but walking the road to success again."

Harry immediately lost his appetite, "We...what can we do?"

"Puff! Cough cough!"

Aaron almost spit out the half-eaten sandwich. He looked at Harry helplessly, "Don't think too much, Dumbledore has made arrangements last night.

As for you...you can't do anything, at least not at the moment."

"That's true." Harry smiled far-fetchedly and continued to eat breakfast.

"Oh, I forgot to give you this." Aaron suddenly slapped his forehead, and put his eyes on Abe. He picked it up without saying anything, and took out a bag of gold coins from its pocket.

"I'll take half of the prize money for the Triwizard Tournament, and you can share the rest."

"This is not appropriate." Krum said with a sullen face, and the other four also expressed their opinions immediately.

Merlin blessed them to be able to save their lives, and they absolutely could not accept this money. They were not so shameless.

Aaron saw that they were determined, and he did not force them. After all, he also needed raw materials to make those enchanted bullets.

After breakfast, several people left the school hospital.

Krum and Fleur returned to the giant ship of Durmstrang and the carriage of Beauxbatons respectively. They needed to report their safety to their parents, teachers and classmates.

Cedric went to see his parents and Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, while Harry and Aaron returned to the common room of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

As soon as he passed through the doorway, Aaron attracted the attention of all the Slytherins.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Draco asked curiously, "The last project must have gone wrong. That Mad-Eye, Alastor Moody, might be a Death Eater,"

"This... I really don't know." Aaron paused for a while pretending to be puzzled, "I only know that the trophy is a door key, and I lost consciousness after falling to the ground.

When I woke up again, I was in Hogsmeade Village."

"Really?" Draco said with regret, "I bet you must have missed something very important."

"Okay, Draco." Naylor walked over and said, "Professor Snape said that Aaron was very frightened, and no one can ask him any questions."

"Got it, got it."

"It seems that the dean still understands me." Aaron shrugged, walked into his single dormitory by himself, and arrived at the Shenming Hall through the secret passage.

The thought body was carefully carving a magic circle on a stone table. When he saw the real body coming over, he stopped what he was doing decisively, "You should rest for a while."

"The school hospital is not as comfortable as our Shenming Temple." Aaron sat down opposite the thought body, "Where is the dog talisman?"

The thought body snapped his fingers, and a shadow ninja handed over a wooden box. The box contained the dog talisman, but the dog pattern was gray and white.

"The immortal power was absorbed completely, not a bit left." The thought body sighed, "Let the shadow ninja send the talisman over, you can think of this idea."

"It's a helpless move. I have to find a way to make myself invincible!"

"It's a bit risky, but the words are not rough."

"You know the situation at that time. I'm not 100% sure that Jins and others can show up in time.

With the immortal power, even if Voldemort really wants to kill me, I can fake my death and get away."

The thought body nodded in disbelief, "How to deal with this talisman?"

Aaron hesitated for a moment, and the dog pattern appeared in his pupils, but it quickly converged after a moment.

The dog talisman returned to its original color, but it was just a decoration, without any divine power.

"Okay, put it on the shelf!" Aaron said, and a black shadow ninja collected the talisman and the wooden box and put it next to the wooden box containing the tiger talisman.

The thought body smiled and gave the original body a thumbs up, "You are really good at playing!"

"Just in case." Aaron waved his hand, "After all, the Temple of the Gods was rebuilt from Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and Voldemort has been resurrected.

He may not take this place seriously, but he may come back.

It is certain that the two spells will be found at that time. The tiger spell can separate good and evil, so how can the dog spell be ordinary?"

"But it is just ordinary." The thought body spread his hands and said, "It is meaningless to waste more time on it.

But can you have some confidence in the Temple of the Gods? There is a layer of forbidden magic here."

"So it is just in case. After all, Voldemort has multiple Horcruxes, and forbidden magic may not kill him."

......

At the dinner party the day before leaving school, all the teachers and students of the three colleges gathered in the auditorium.

Alastor Moody has recovered well, and he looks a little overly nervous when he officially appears tonight.

After being imprisoned for a year, his delusion of destruction became more serious.

Hagrid and Maxim sat together, and the two of them kept discussing in a low voice, and their relationship was very harmonious.

Aaron saw this scene and knew that Dumbledore probably wanted them to win over the giants, but he didn't have much hope for this.

Dumbledore had enough reputation in the wizarding world, but he didn't have enough power.

Voldemort could provide giants with freedom and rights, while Dumbledore could provide peace and friendship.

It was the same pie, but it was easier to get benefits by supporting Voldemort, and the Dark Lord's style of doing things was more in line with the appetite of the giants.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Professor McGonagall knocked on the cup, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

Dumbledore stood up from his seat, "Another year has ended.

I have a lot to say to you tonight. This is a decision I made after a long consideration, although the Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you about it."

"Voldemort... has resurrected, on the night of the end of the Triwizard Tournament.

Several of our warriors have seen with their own eyes that he and his Death Eaters have returned to the magic world, and the order we have worked hard to establish for thirteen years is suffering a terrible impact."

After the words fell, the sound of gasps came one after another.

Dense and tense whispers rang out in the hall, and many people's eyes were filled with fear. Students who were closer to several warriors were even more eager to verify whether Voldemort was really resurrected.

In response, the five warriors nodded tacitly and did not deny Voldemort's resurrection.

"Don't doubt it, this is the truth.

Our five warriors barely escaped his clutches because of good luck." Dumbledore's face flushed slightly. He was not incapable of lying with his eyes open, and he was even very skilled at it, but it was really embarrassing to lie in front of several people involved.

"Huh!"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, waiting for the whispers in the audience to quiet down a little, and then he swept his meaningful eyes over the five warriors and continued: "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world. With Voldemort's resurrection, this connection is more meaningful than ever before.

I really hope I am wrong, Voldemort has not resurrected, but the iron-clad facts are before us. We will all face darkness and hardship no less than thirteen years ago. There are many families torn apart by Voldemort in this hall alone.

But I want to say that every guest in this hall will be welcome at any time as long as they are willing to come back.

Even if we come from different places and speak different languages, we still need unity.

Voldemort's means of creating conflict and hostility are very clever. Only unity can have a chance to fight against it, while division will be vulnerable..."

It must be said that Dumbledore's speech infected many people, and even some junior students couldn't help crying after drinking this bowl of chicken soup.

Aaron didn't care about it. Compared with chicken soup for the soul, he cared more about reality.

He admitted that what Dumbledore said made some sense, but in addition, there was another purpose, which was probably to use these students to pass on the news of Voldemort's resurrection to their parents.

If one person spreads to ten people, ten people will spread to a hundred people, and the wizarding world will naturally sound the alarm, and Fudge and the Ministry of Magic will not be able to block the news even if they want to.