I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 321 Being beaten by Voldemort and hospitalized should be considered a glorious deed
"Are you sure you're not tired?" Sirius looked at Harry with concern. The poor little guy had been tormented by Voldemort for the entire afternoon. Sirius was filled with fear - what if Harry was really killed by Voldemort, how would he explain to James in the underworld?

Harry enjoyed the concern from his godfather. He narrowed his eyes happily and said with a smile, "Of course I'm fine, Sirius, you don't have to worry about me... It was just a few spells thrown at each other by Voldemort..."

Sirius's mouth twitched. Throwing a few spells at each other? Kids these days... Really. When he and James were in fourth grade, they only dared to think about fighting the Death Eaters. As for fighting Voldemort, they really didn't dare to think about it.

How can I say that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger? But I am not a newborn calf. After all, Harry really fought with Voldemort and escaped unscathed...

It is foreseeable that Harry will become famous again.

I just don’t know what Voldemort’s mood is. Sirius thought about it and observed a half-second of silence for Voldemort.

"It's not a big deal, actually." Louis twisted his fingers and sat in a more comfortable position. "There is an ancient god in Pandaria named Y'Shaarj, the 'Seven-Eyed Black Sheep'. Legend has it that he breathes in hope and courage and exhales fear and despair. He lingers in Pandaria, and the entire continent is shrouded in his shadow... In a war tens of thousands of years ago, Y'Shaarj was pulled out of the ground and crushed to death by the Titan Aman'Thul with supreme power..."

"Wait!" Sirius suddenly interrupted, "Aren't you going to tell me the details of the battle? It's boring to listen to such a brief summary..."

"But I've already told the whole story..." Louis spread his hands and made a gesture of reaching out, grabbing, lifting it up and gently pinching it.

Sirius shuddered and asked tremblingly, "You mean... uh, just reach down and grab it, then squeeze it? The ancient god you described so horribly died?"

“It’s that simple…” Louis spread his hands, indicating that the max-level boss is just that strong.

"Okay, go on." Sirius motioned for Louis to continue telling the glorious deeds of the Ancient Gods.

Louis pondered for a moment and continued, "It should be said that the vitality of the Ancient God is very tenacious. Even if his body was crushed by someone, there was still a part of it left. His last breath formed the seven evil demons that have been entrenched in Pandaria for a long time. It is said that some of his power still remains in this world. This time in the cemetery of Riddle Mansion, I observed traces of evil energy... and in the final of our Triwizard Tournament, there were also traces of evil energy corrosion. The blasting-tailed skrewts that attacked the players also showed signs of being corroded by evil energy..."

"You mean..." Dumbledore grasped the key point very keenly: "You mean to say that Voldemort is colluding with the so-called 'Ancient God'?"

"Yes." Louis nodded to confirm Dumbledore's guess. "And there is a saying that goes, 'Evil is twice as strong as evil, and white is three points weaker.' Just imagine if Voldemort becomes at least twice as strong, what will happen to the British wizarding world?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment and sighed: "So, do you have any good ideas?"

Louis spread his hands, indicating no, but he still gave his opinion: "I have found enough allies for us. This is the only way for us to fight against Voldemort and the Old Gods... After all, the current Ministry of Magic is not doing anything. I don't think anyone in the magic world knows about Voldemort's return, and even if they hear about it, they won't believe it - without official confirmation, how can people believe it?"

"I understand." Dumbledore sighed, "I can't do anything about the Ministry of Magic. I just hope Fudge can wake up soon..."

As they spoke, Dumbledore and Louis looked at each other, and the two foxes, one big and one small, saw a gleam of light flashing in each other's eyes.

But others didn't see it.

"We will talk about this later. Now, I will say it again." Dumbledore looked at Harry. At this time, the phoenix Fawkes flew into the air and landed on the branch at the door again. "You have been very brave tonight, far beyond my expectations of you, Harry. The courage you have shown is comparable to those wizards who fought Voldemort to death during his heyday. You shouldered the responsibility of an adult wizard and found that you are fully capable of carrying this burden - you make us have higher expectations of you. Come with me to the hospital... I don't want you to go back to the dormitory tonight. Take some sleeping potion and calm down... Sirius, are you willing to accompany him?"

Sirius nodded, stood up, followed Dumbledore and his group out of the office, and walked with them down the stairs towards the hospital.

Of course, Snape did not go. The old arrogant man chose to go back to the Potions classroom to continue preparing for the next class. Emma and Catherine also returned to the office. Louis was not very reassured about Harry's mental state. He needed to confirm Harry's condition - whether he had been corroded by Sha energy. So he chose to go to Madam Pomfrey to take a look and listen to what the Supreme Korven said. After all, he was also a doctor.

When Dumbledore pushed open the door, Mrs. Weasley and Bill were all around the anxious Madam Pomfrey. They seemed to be asking about Harry's situation and whereabouts. The warriors were lying in this house. Except for Fleur Delacour who was lucky enough not to be injured, everyone else was more or less wrapped in bandages, especially Marilyn, who was wrapped like a mummy.

Furong was certainly not spared. Even if she was not injured, she would have to stay here to observe.

Seeing Harry come in, they all tried to greet him, especially Cedric. He didn't know if it was because of pressure or something, his hair looked like it had exploded, which made him look funny. But this did not affect the appearance of the Hufflepuff senior at all.

It should be said that Cedric is handsome enough to handle this kind of afro - if this hairstyle came on Harry or Ron, it would... not be so beautiful, but on Cedric, it really doesn't look out of place.

As Harry and the others entered they all turned sharply and Mrs. Weasley uttered a stifled cry of surprise.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!" She ran towards him, but Dumbledore stepped forward and placed himself between them.

"Molly," Headmaster Dumbledore raised his hand and said softly, "Please listen to me for a moment. Harry went through a terrible ordeal tonight, and he has just described it to me again... What he needs now is sleep, peace and quiet. If he wishes you to accompany him."

He looked at Ron, Hermione and Bill around him, and added very seriously, "You can stay, but I know that children of your age are full of curiosity, so I don't want you to ask him any questions - unless he is willing to answer them himself. But you have to remember that you absolutely can't do that tonight. Harry needs to rest."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. She was very pale. She turned suddenly to Ron, Hermione and Bill, as if they were the ones making a scene. She lowered her voice and said, "Did you hear that? He needs to be quiet!"

"Well, I'll wait until you go to bed, Harry," said Dumbledore kindly.

Harry was inexpressibly grateful that Dumbledore had not allowed him to be questioned. It was not that he didn't want them to be here, but the thought of having to go through it all over again, of having to relive it all again, was unbearable.

Harry lay on the bed like a salted fish, staring at the white ceiling in a trance. Whenever he was in a trance, the unpleasant face of Voldemort would appear in his mind. "After I met Fudge, I came back to see you, Harry," Dumbledore said, "I will try to persuade him one last time. If he refuses to change his mind, I will be helpless... So I hope you will stay here tomorrow and wait until I finish speaking to the teachers and students of the whole school before leaving."

After saying that, he left without looking back, without taking a single piece of cabbage with him.

After Dumbledore left, the room, which had been so quiet that people dared not breathe, began to become a little more lively. Considering Harry's mental state, they did not make too much noise, nor did they disturb Harry, but whispered to each other in a low voice.

Viktor and Cedric were chatting animatedly. They were both looking in Harry's direction while talking, and it was unclear what they were talking about.

Louis didn't care what everyone was gossiping about, but took out the Sha energy counter and walked to Harry's side.

"Madam Pomfrey, where is the Supreme?" Louis asked while playing with the Sha energy counter.

Madam Pomfrey walked to the next room and whispered something. A moment later, the Supreme Korven came over, fiddling with a jar made of Kypa amber in his hand.

"Awakener." The Supreme Korvan saw Louis and greeted him. Then he looked at the evil energy counter in Louis' hand and said with a click: "Put down the little thing in your hand, Awakener, we don't need this thing to check the evil energy..."

"Oh? What do you need?" Louis became interested.

The Supreme Korvan tapped his compound eyes, making a dinging sound: "Trust my eyes - even the little gadget in your hand is designed according to the characteristics of my compound eyes."

"Well, it seems that I am just showing off my skills in front of an expert." Louis smiled and put the evil energy counter in his pocket.

Supreme Korven nodded, walked to Harry's side with crab steps, looked up and down, and soon took out a small purple and white insect from Harry's shoulder.

"It seems that they are still not honest and actually play such a trick." The Supreme Korvan threw the insect into the jar in his hand. "I will gladly accept this good thing. The research on how to resist the erosion of evil energy still needs its help, Awakener..."

"Just take it. Don't ask for my opinion." Louis didn't care that Korfan took away a bug.

Supreme Korvan nodded and said, "I have checked the body of this male human juvenile. There is no sign of any evil energy infestation. There was only that little bug just now, but it has been cleared away, so there is nothing to worry about."

"Thank you for your hard work, Supreme One." Louis said with a smile.

After Korfan left, Sirius touched Harry's back again out of concern, and was slapped by Aunt Molly.

"Trust the strange-looking doctor, Sirius," Molly said in a somewhat reproachful tone, "What Harry needs now is rest. I think you should give him some space to rest."

Sirius patted his paw, not quite sure where to put it, but at least he knew he shouldn't bother Harry any further.

"Is he going to be okay?" Ron looked at Harry worriedly. "Oh my God, I can't imagine what it's like to face Voldemort..."

"He'll be fine." Madam Pomfrey said kindly, "Don't worry, young man. Harry's age will recover the fastest. You don't need to worry."

With that, Madam Pomfrey handed Harry a set of pajamas and drew the curtains around him.

Harry quickly changed into his robes and pajamas and climbed into bed.

Everyone came around the curtain and sat on the chairs on either side of him. Ron and Hermione looked at him, almost cautiously, as if they were a little afraid of disturbing him.

"I'm fine," he told them. "I'm just very tired. Please don't look at me like I'm a piece of dough."

Aunt Molly stroked his bed sheets gently, her eyes filled with tears, and Sirius was also like a male mother, with a gentle expression that made Harry want to hiccup.

Madam Pomfrey had just made a quick trip to her office and returned with a small bottle containing a purple potion and a goblet.

"You need to drink it all, Harry," she said. "This will put you into a dreamless sleep so deep that almost the moment you close your eyes, the next day will have passed."

"Is it really that magical?" Louis became interested. His grandfather had been suffering from insomnia, as well as his uncles and aunts. The elderly had poor sleep quality and had difficulty falling asleep. He hoped that this kind of thing could help them.

Of course, the most important thing is that with this potion, I don’t have to think too much about Christmas gifts this year.

Madam Pomfrey shook the small bottle, and the purple potion in the bottle sparkled with charming brilliance. She looked at the small bottle and said, "Of course it is magical. You should have learned how to prepare this potion in class... If you want it, I suggest you go find your dean, Professor Snape. After all, this potion in my hand was also prepared by him..."

(End of this chapter)