Hogwarts Homecoming

On the high platform, under the red sunset, the scene of four young wizards jointly raising the symbol of the Triwizard Cup has become an eternal classic.

Many years later, every time the Triwizard Tournament is held, this classic scene will be brought out and discussed enthusiastically.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in the viewing field, people silently watched the scene on the big screen.

Suddenly, applause rang out, like thunder!

People expressed their high emotions wantonly, and the surging cheers dispelled the clouds, and the sound was even louder than the surging waves!

The warm celebration began!

The Great Hall of Hogwarts became a sea of ​​joy.

All those who were injured in the game joined in after simple treatment.

Hermione, Viktor and Fleur, plus Cedric who regretfully left the field before the final scene, raised the Triwizard Cup again in front of everyone's witness.

The physical education students whose friendship was put to the test and almost everyone who participated in the feast took a photo with the trophy.

Everyone's face was filled with a blazing smile.

"Nothing could be better than this, Amosta."

The staff table was removed, and Dumbledore and Amosta stood in the crowd.

Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, wiped his wet eyes, and said to Amosta.

Amosta smiled slightly, watching the scene with the same satisfaction.

Just think of it as compensation for what will happen next.

Amosta's eyes swept over Draco's group who were also enjoying it, looking at every happy face, and a faint feeling emerged in his heart.

Ms. Bones left in a hurry after giving a simple congratulatory speech.

Although Amosta suggested that she had better not touch too much on the prison break that had just happened for the time being, her upright character did not allow her to stand idly by.

"One thousand Galleons!"

Ron trembled as he held the reward he received for attending the game as a warrior's assistant, his eyes red with excitement,

"This is just like a dream!"

Ron shouted almost in a roaring voice.

"How much do you have, Hermione?"

Harry put his purse into his pocket with a smile, and then looked at Hermione,

"I think, as a warrior, you should get more?"

"Five thousand in total, Harry."

Hermione's face flushed, and she said happily,

"Originally, the champion should get more, but since everyone got the trophy together, the prize money was divided equally."

"Oh, I can't imagine how much money those goblins made from this game!"

Sirius and others stood behind the three young men who were discussing their own gains with a smile, and Mrs. Weasley's face was full of smiles. With a brilliant smile,

"They have taken out almost 50,000 Galleons to reward every little wizard who participates in the competition!"

"Oh, you can think that goblins are cunning, Molly--"

Remus said with a smile,

"But never doubt the goblins' ability to make money."

Mrs. Weasley nodded heavily, then looked at Ron and stretched out her hand to him,

"Give me the purse, Ron, I'll keep it for you!"

"Oh, this is my money, Mom!"

Ron, who was still in ecstasy, had a frozen smile on his face and shouted in despair.

"Ron is right, Molly."

Mr. Weasley gently persuaded,

"This is a reward for Ron's courage to stand on the field of the championship. You shouldn't take it, Molly."

"Oh, I don't plan to keep it for myself!"

Mrs. Weasley looked at the 'desperate' Ron with a strong gaze,

"When you come of age, I will return it to you, but now, it is too dangerous to let an underage wizard keep such a large amount of gold!"

"Mom!"

Mrs. Weasley's words made Ron feel much better, but he still hoped to keep his wealth by himself.

After all, it was a thousand Galleons!

"You can keep some gold as your pocket money, and the rest must be given to me for safekeeping, Ron!"

Mrs. Weasley said firmly.

"Am I destined to be a poor man?"

Ron's sad face made everyone laugh.

"I have something to tell you."

Sirius' smile faded, he glanced at Amosta who was talking to Amelia, and looked at Harry with a serious look.

"Oh, are you going to keep the gold for me too, Sirius?"

Harry, who was in a state of joy, still had a smile on his face, and did not understand what Sirius's seriousness meant.

But Remus and Arthur immediately understood that Sirius wanted to tell Harry the truth.

After hesitating for a while, neither of them stopped him, after all, this matter could not be concealed at all.

Tomorrow morning, overwhelming news will flood Hogwarts.

"In fact, it is a much more serious matter than gold, Harry."

Sirius looked around solemnly,

"Let's talk about it, Hermione, Ron, if you want to listen, you can come together."

So, a group of people squeezed out a few Gryffindor seniors who were mixing butter beer with orange juice and walked towards the entrance hall.

The joy of Hogwarts made the night darker.

They walked to a farther place so that the noise in the castle would not disturb their conversation.

Along the way, the solemn expressions of Sirius, Remus and Mr. Weasley made Harry and the other two, as well as Mrs. Weasley who was still unaware of the situation, realize that something serious might have happened.

"What happened, Sirius?"

When Sirius stood firm, the relief on Harry's face disappeared, and he asked urgently with a frown.

"There is something."

After exchanging glances with Remus and Arthur, Sirius looked solemnly into Harry's green eyes,

"It happened this morning. Well, it has now been confirmed that a serious prison break occurred in Azkaban."

Harry blinked, confusion in his eyes.

"Escape from Azkaban?!"

Mrs. Weasley gasped and stared at Sirius in disbelief.

"Yes, Molly."

Mr. Weasley said seriously,

"This is the news from Scrimgeour this morning. There must be chaos outside now."

"You mean"

Hermione covered her mouth, fear showing in her beautiful brown eyes,

"There is someone like you before. Who is it, Cliona who fought against Blaine?!"

"Of course she's included."

Sirius nodded heavily, his eyes gloomy.

"In addition, there are people who escaped together. Oh, to put it simply, they are the Death Eaters who were arrested by the Ministry for working for Voldemort. They escaped from Azkaban."

A suffocating silence fell, and all three Harrys were glaring at Sirius, while Mrs. Weasley looked pale and looked as if she was about to faint at any moment.

"But how is this possible?"

Ron could no longer think about his money bag and murmured in a daze,

"There are dementors out there. And they can't all be as animagus as you are."

"Oh, they didn't escape on their own."

Sirius looked cold and hard;

"It was another group that broke into Azkaban and rescued these Death Eaters."

"Voldemort"

Harry finally came to his senses. His lips moved slightly and he said with difficulty,

"It was planned by Voldemort."

"Who else could it be?"

Remus also had a cold look on his face, and there was hatred in his tone.

"Obviously, this was a carefully chosen moment on his part. The Triwizard Tournament held back both Dumbledore and Amostar."

"Is the ministry not aware of this at all?!"

Hermione's voice was sharp;

"This can't be a spur-of-the-moment idea. The mysterious person must have planned it for a long time and has the ministry's security!"

"If you knew Voldemort, Hermione—"

Sirius said coldly,

"He's always been good at planning conspiracies and terrorist attacks, and stupid Fudge is no match for him."

A prison break occurred in Azkaban. Voldemort regained his old headquarters and his power increased greatly.

Harry's heart was pounding, but his head was feeling dizzy.

He will not forget that when Sirius escaped from Azkaban alone, the entire wizarding world was in turmoil. But now, all the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban have been rescued!

"what does that mean?"

Harry asked with difficulty. He had not thought about what kind of chaos the wizarding world outside Hogwarts had become.

"That means the war has begun, Harry."

A calm voice came from the darkness, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"Oh, Amosta!"

Sirius and others immediately strode forward to meet them.

"Have you and Dumbledore come up with any countermeasures? We can't count on Fudge for what we will do next."

Amosta raised a hand to stop Sirius's question. His majestic gaze enveloped Harry, Hermione and Ron, who were at a loss and filled with fear for the future.

"I'm sorry that I can't let you and your friends continue to enjoy this happy time. Harry, now, I need you to go back to the dormitory immediately, pack your bags and follow me." (End of Chapter)