I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 333 Sequel - The Goblet of Fire Ends

"This is a serious matter, and Dumbledore doesn't quite trust your men," Snape said calmly.

However, these words only added fuel to the fire, and Crouch's anger flared even more.

"Mind your place, Snape!" He stared coldly at Snape.

"Perhaps you should lift your left arm and see what's up there?"

Crouch stepped forward, pressing Snape, "Someone switched the equipment for the match, the key, right? We haven't found them yet. Do you think I should suspect you?"

His icy tone sounded like he could spit out ice crystals.

Snape, as expected, did not speak again. He simply stood to the side, his eyes filled with complex emotions, lost in thought.

"Oh! Thank goodness! You're all still alive." Professor McGonagall walked in from the doorway.

She had to maintain order at the game after Dumbledore left.

So even though she was very quick, she was still a little late.

"It's alright, they're all still alive." Professor Sprout stepped out from among the little wizards.

"Mr. Potter only suffered minor injuries."

Everyone noticed that Harry's arm was bleeding.

Mrs. Pomfrey just cured him with some white peony root.

"There are two more—"

Professor Sprout was referring to Cho Chang and Gabrielle.

The torture of the Crucifixion Curse is not easy to endure.

Moreover, it was Voldemort who used it.

They had both fainted long ago, even when they were teleported back; Cedric and Krum had helped them.

Each of them carried one.

"It's nothing serious."

Professor McGonagall walked over anxiously, her hand trembling as she reached out and covered her mouth. By then, Mrs. Pomfrey had finished examining the two of them.

"He just fainted. He wasn't seriously injured and will be fine after a night's sleep. However, he may have some psychological trauma or post-war effects, which will take time to heal."

Upon hearing this, the young wizards and professors nearby all breathed a sigh of relief.

It's important to understand that prolonged torture can destroy a person's consciousness; that's how Neville's parents went insane.

Harry and Hermione both know this.

That's why Harry thought of staying in Azkaban; he wanted to do something to make up for the pain he caused others.

The guilt in his heart was like the water of a black lake, seemingly calm on the surface, but with undercurrents surging beneath.

"Very good!" Crouch finally turned his gaze away from Snape. "I have some questions for them."

He forcefully pushed his way through.

A cold gaze swept across the faces of all the young wizards present.

"No." Professor McGonagall immediately and firmly shielded the young wizards behind her. "They are not required to answer any of your questions!"

They're just a bunch of kids, Mr. Crouch.

What they need now is rest and healing!

"I need to know what happened—just now." Crouch remained unmoved, still standing coldly in front of Professor McGonagall.

He adopted a posture that he wouldn't budge if Professor McGonagall didn't allow him to ask questions.

"Voldemort is back, stronger than ever, and he's taken over Azkaban!" Harry yelled, glaring at Crouch with fury in his eyes.

"Ridiculous! Azkaban has always been in the hands of the Ministry of Magic!"

Believe it or not!

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall interrupted Harry sharply, her tone growing increasingly hostile as she looked at Crouch. "Sir, this is Hogwarts, not your Ministry of Magic."

You have no right to demand anything of any of the junior wizards; they are not criminals!

Now, Pomfrey and Pomona, please take them to the school nurse's office and give them some sleeping pills so they can get a good night's sleep.

Upon hearing this, the two professors nodded, and then, with the help of the other professors, led the young wizards out of the Great Hall.

"As for the other questions," Professor McGonagall said, her eyes blazing, "you can ask Albus yourself when he returns!"

With that, the professor turned and left the Great Hall with the young wizards.

Mr. Crouch stood there grimly, though he was seething with rage, he did not immediately do anything outrageous.

He's not that idiot Fudge.

McGonagall is right; he certainly has no right to demand anything of the young wizard. This isn't the Ministry of Magic, this is Hogwarts.

Here, a minister's power is even less than that of a professor.

The young wizard's awe of him was more of an instinct for those in a superior position than a genuine respect for his status.

"Hogwarts—Hogwarts!" he muttered coldly.

His gaze fell on Professor McGonagall as she walked out of the auditorium.

"Don't you all study?" the professor in the auditorium shouted coldly. The young wizards who were watching looked terrified and quickly scattered.

The voice was loud, so Professor McGonagall was clearly not speaking only to the young wizards.

She's seeing the guest off.

Barty Crouch naturally understood Professor McGonagall's implied meaning.

His gaze sharpened, and he suddenly remembered the suggestion that Umbridge had made earlier.

Yes!

Yes! !

Hogwarts has indeed been wandering outside the Ministry of Magic for too long, and the current headmaster is both arrogant and domineering; he really needs to take action.

It's time to make Hogwarts part of the Ministry of Magic.

With these thoughts in mind, Mr. Crouch started walking without saying a word. With the help of several Aurors at the gate, his figure quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

As for the others in the auditorium, they all wisely left.

Today is destined to be a difficult day.

The sudden disappearance of Harry and his friends, and the resurrection of Owen, were enough topics for the young wizards to chat about all night long.

They wouldn't have exhausted their energy so quickly unless the moon was high in the sky.

the other side.

Irving did indeed wake up the next day.

Professor McGonagall truly kept her word.

Under her instructions, Madam Pomfrey gave him a large dose of sedative. Even though he had been sleeping for months, after a great battle, he couldn't help but feel sleepy; his body couldn't withstand the effects of the potion!

However, he was the first to wake up.

Early in the morning, all the young wizards, including those from other schools, gathered in the Great Hall.

Good morning, Kyrie.

"Good morning!" he replied.

"Hey! You're alive!"

"What good luck! He woke up after being in a coma for three months."

Good morning, Sanchez. You look much better.

Luna, Justin, Malfoy, and Ernie.

Along the way, all the little wizards he met greeted him.

Everyone was filled with curiosity.

But when they saw Irving, they all smiled.

It was as if something important from the castle had returned.

The discomfort I had felt for the past three months suddenly disappeared.

The castle returned to normal.

Irving never expected that the reputation he had painstakingly built up over four years would not have increased as much as the reputation he gained during his three-month coma.

Anyway, he walked into the hall surrounded by people.

He came here intending to find something to eat, and also to bring some back for Miss Granger and the other young wizards.

Speaking of Miss Granger...

She really starved herself until she was skin and bones.

This broke his heart. Never mind, getting Hermione fat is the next big thing.

"Irving?"

Wow! It really is Kyrie Irving!

"Yay! We Hufflepuffs are about to rise again!"

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"Haven't you Hufflepuffs been rising in status all along?"

"Tch—what Hufflepuff? It's clearly Gryffindor that's rising! He's been one of us Gryffindor for a long time."

"Ha! Your Granger is more like a Hufflepuff's man, you've got some nerve!"

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His appearance immediately caused a stir in the auditorium.

Those who accompanied him need not be mentioned.

The other young wizards knew he had woken up yesterday and saw him disappear with Harry.

But this is the first time in the past three months that I've seen a living person up close like this.

Yesterday, many young wizards planned to sneak into the school infirmary, but they were sent back by Madam Pomfrey before they even stepped inside.

The twins even tried to sneak into the school clinic by pretending to be sick, but Mrs. Pomfrey, with her sharp eyes, saw through their scheme in a second.

"Irving!"

Hannah ran over, staring intently at him, then patted his arm and shoulder, as if checking if his body was falling apart.

"Full of energy," Irving waved his hand, even joking, "He even grew a few inches taller after sleeping!"

Unfortunately, no one resonated with his jokes.

Everyone was staring at him: Justin, Ron, and Luna.

Unbeknownst to them, he had become the most important thing in people's hearts. No one wanted him to really leave.

"Go back and sit down!" He and Hannah sat back down on the bench.

Then the little wizards around him started asking him all sorts of questions, as if they had opened a floodgate.

However, the commotion was quickly drowned out by a crisp sound from the podium.

It was only then that Owen noticed that Dumbledore had returned.

There are other professors as well.

The rumors about yesterday have already spread widely at Hogwarts.

After all, the warrior and the hostage were teleported away by the key in full view of everyone; everyone saw it.

Moreover, the professors' hasty departure further fueled their speculation—some rather unfavorable speculation.

When Dumbledore appeared, all the young wizards' eyes were on him.

And Dumbledore.

He had absolutely no intention of hiding anything.

He slowly got up, looked around, and then told the little wizard everything that had happened the day before.

This includes: the Death Eaters' conspiracy, Voldemort's increased strength, and the fall of Azkaban.

The young wizards at Hogwarts reacted—well—how should I put it—somewhat indifferently.

Having seen many storms, they are already highly prepared.

Imagine these young wizards who witnessed the legendary Ravenclaw spirit, the epic battle between the witch Lani and the professor, two years ago.

Last year, the Death Eaters, including Voldemort, personally attacked Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, resulting in the death of the Minister of Magic.

They've only heard about Voldemort getting stronger and a Death Eater's conspiracy—and they think that's perfectly normal, right?

Voldemort has been back for a year. Has he become stronger or weaker?

What's the big deal?

Throughout the year, everyone either went to school or slept, but the magic spells and magical skills were practiced more and more diligently.

This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Moody. Although he is paranoid and has a very volatile temper, making him unsuitable to be a teacher, he is indeed very capable. He teaches the young wizards with the same standards he would use to train Aurors.

This allowed them to make rapid progress, making it arguably their fastest year in four years.

After all, a seasoned Auror's systematic teaching is far superior to the half-baked tutoring of Sirius Black or Kyrie Irving.

However, for the young wizards in other schools, this news was devastating.

Voldemort—known as the most powerful dark wizard in history, his fame was known throughout Europe. Although the rampage of the Death Eaters did not seriously affect the Owen Kingdom, most of the young wizards born in the years following Voldemort's first downfall had heard of the cruel and evil past of this legendary dark wizard.

And then the news of Voldemort's return and increased strength spread throughout the Great Hall.

Suddenly, the entire auditorium became noisy.

Everyone chattered on and on, and finally quieted down after Dumbledore said "Quiet."

Then he brought up another matter: the championship of the tournament.

Yes, although the third match was disrupted by the Death Eaters, which caused some changes to the game.

However, the first half of the game was still complete; the Death Eaters' plot only ended after the young wizard touched the hostage and triggered the Portkey.

Before that, the warriors' trials still count.

And didn't a warrior finish the game?

Of course, she accomplished this by knocking the hostage out of the water.

But no matter what, Hermione is the only one who successfully rescued the hostages, and combined with the previous two matches, she has the highest score.

Awarding the championship to her is also indisputable.

What follows are some clichéd remarks.

Dumbledore spoke in a somber tone, saying that the wizarding world was facing a great crisis. Wizards from Hogwarts, Bulbaston, and other magic schools, as well as from other countries and continents, should unite. The danger was not just Voldemort, but also a far more evil and dark conspiracy.

In this time of crisis, we should all unite as one and work together. The magical world has been constantly divided and fighting since its inception. He called on all parties to stop unnecessary disputes and focus their energy on the cause of fighting evil.

Finally, he sincerely welcomed the young wizards from other schools to stay until the end of the term.

This will be a breakthrough in the friendships of the wizarding world.

However—that's just a polite way of saying it.

But in fact

Sitting below, Irving couldn't fathom what kind of friendship existed between them.

Their struggle has never stopped for the past six months.

friendship?

Nemesis!

At least, the relationship between Hogwarts School and Ilvermorny School has developed to the point of being mortal enemies.

For the past three months, their conflicts, both big and small, have never ceased.

The largest incident was a full-scale brawl involving the Gemini organization.

The end result was that the entire Gryffindor and Hufflepuff group was put in solitary confinement.

Ron just told him all of this.

So it's not that Irving said anything, but the tournament did strengthen exchanges between schools, but exchanges don't necessarily lead to friendships!

Historically, when Europeans came into contact with Americans, did any of these contacts result in friendships?

It is true that they came across a massacre.

However, so far, Irving has no interest in dealing with the conflict between the two schools; that's Dumbledore's business, and has nothing to do with him.

Lost in thought, he vaguely heard Old Deng say something about holding an awards ceremony in a week.

Then he waited quietly for the meal to be served.

After the food was served, Owen grabbed his wand and emptied a section of it.

Then, to the astonishment of the young wizards, it turned and ran.

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When Irving returned to the school clinic, he found the door open.

He strode inside.

They found Hagrid sitting by Harry's bedside; he had already woken up.

Or rather, most of the young wizards had already woken up. Except for Hermione, who was still fast asleep after Madam Pomfrey had deliberately given her a strong drug.

"Crouch went too far; how dare he question Dumbledore."

As soon as Owen entered, he heard Hagrid angrily accusing him: "He actually threatened Dumbledore, saying he would remove him from his position as headmaster!"

"Good heavens! I think he's really out of his mind! He's probably forgotten that if it weren't for Dumbledore's support two years ago, he wouldn't have become Minister for Magic at all."

"Huh? Dumbledore supported Crouch?" Harry exclaimed in surprise, his arm and forehead bandaged, though he himself thought it was completely unnecessary. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't listen. "I thought—but why would he question Dumbledore and want to replace him? Who else but Dumbledore could be the headmaster of Hogwarts?"

"Grindelwald?"

"..." Hagrid glared at Harry, and Pott immediately shut his mouth. He knew Hagrid disliked dark wizards like Grindelwald, even though he didn't find Mr. Grindelwald evil at all. On the contrary, most young wizards thought Mr. Grindelwald was incredibly cool—his strong methods, unique charisma, and captivating, weathered figure were practically the perfect wizard in the minds of teenagers.

They thought Dumbledore was too flamboyant in some ways, such as in his clothing and appearance.

"Several Aurors were injured in Azkaban this time," Hagrid said impatiently. "It's not a big deal, Aurors are bound to get injured, but Crouch blamed Dumbledore for not informing him beforehand and for not revealing the counterattack plan in its entirety."

As he spoke, Hagrid suddenly wore a mocking expression. "He probably forgot how flawless the Ministry of Magic's security measures are. He knows better than I how many Ministry members were spies when the Void was at the height of his power!"

Hagrid, who had been falsely accused by the Ministry of Magic and thrown into Azkaban without trial, knew all too well those high-ranking officials in the ministry—they were all opportunistic and rotten people. If Dumbledore really revealed the whole plan, he was sure of it! Rufus Scrimgeour (the Auror's Chief of Staff) knew about the plan no earlier than the Voidman did.

The Ministry of Magic's intelligence agency isn't necessarily much better than MI6 in counter-infiltration!

Anyway, it's been infiltrated into a sieve by others.

(End of this chapter)