HP Magic Biography

Dumbledore stood up.

He looked at Barty Crouch Jr. for a moment, with an expression of disgust on his face. Then he raised his wand again and threw a rope from it. The rope twirled around Barty Crouch Jr., entangled him firmly.

Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, can you please stay here? I'll take Harry upstairs."

"Of course." Professor McGonagall said. She seemed to be nauseous, as if she had just seen someone sick. But when she took out the magic wand and pointed it at Barty Crouch Jr., her hand was very steady.

"Severus," Dumbledore turned to Snape, "Tell Madam Pomfrey down here. We're going to take Moody to the hospital. Then you go down to the basement, find Connelly, and take him Come to this office. He will definitely want to question Crouch in person. Tell him that if he wants me, I will be in the hospital wing in half an hour."

Snape nodded quietly, and flew out of the room like a gust of wind.

"Harry," Dumbledore called gently.

Harry stood up and shook it again. He hadn't noticed the pain in his leg when he listened to Crouch's talk, but the pain was very intense now.

He realized that he was shaking.

Dumbledore grabbed his arm and helped him out into the dark corridor.

"Harry, you come to my office first," he said quietly as they walked up the passage, "Sirius sneaked back from Norway and is waiting for us there."

Harry nodded. He has a feeling of numbness and a feeling of not being in reality at all, but he doesn't care, he is even happy about it.

Since he came into contact with the Three Witch Fighting Competition, he didn't want to think about anything that happened.

He didn't want to look at the memories that were vivid and vivid in his mind: Moody in the suitcase; Crouch falling to the ground and holding a broken arm; rising from a big steaming boiler Voldemort, Cedric... life or death is unknown... Cedric should return to his parents... Fanlin who has not yet returned...

"Professor," Harry murmured, "Where are the Diggorys? And, Fanlin..."

"They stayed with Professor Sputlaw," Dumbledore frowned. His voice was quiet throughout the interrogation of Barty Crouch Jr., but now there was a small shock for the first time, "She is the owner of Cedric’s house and knows Cedric the most! As for Fanlin, Fox will protect his safety!"

They arrived at the stone statue in front of Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore gave the code, and it bounced off. He and Harry went up the spiral escalator to the oak door.

Dumbledore pushed open the door. Sirius was standing there, his pale face looked terrible, as if he had just escaped from Azkeban.

After a while, he walked through the room, "Harry, how are you? I know—I know something like this—what happened?" When he helped Harry onto a stool in front of a table , His hand trembled. "What happened?" He asked more eagerly.

Dumbledore began to tell Sirius everything that Barty Crouch Jr. said.

Harry didn't pay much attention. Every bone in his body was tired and painful. He didn't want anything, he just wanted to sit here quietly, sitting until he fell asleep, then he didn't have to think and experience anything.

Dumbledore finished speaking. He sat behind the table facing Harry. He looked at Harry, but Harry avoided his eyes. Dumbledore wanted to ask him, he wanted Harry to relive what had happened.

"Harry, I want to know what happened after you touched the door key in the maze?" Dumbledore said.

"Dumbledore, this can be left to talk about tomorrow morning, okay?" Sirius said recklessly. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Let him sleep for a while and rest."

Harry felt grateful for Sirius. But Dumbledore cared about Sirius' words.

He leaned towards Harry, and Harry raised his head reluctantly, looking into those blue eyes.

"If I think I can help you by letting you sleep beautifully and let you think about what happened tonight later, I will do it." Dumbledore said kindly, "but I Know how to be better. Now I am temporarily numb to the pain, and when you finally feel it, it will be more uncomfortable, not to mention your friend... You have shown the greatest courage I can expect, and now I want you to show it again , I want you to tell what happened."

Yes, there are still people who haven't come back...

Harry didn't dare to leave here now. If he returned to Gryffindor, there was one person missing, and even Hermione's gaze, Harry didn't know how to face it.

He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he talked, scenes from that night seemed to appear before his eyes: he saw the gleaming surface of the potion that resurrected Voldemort, he saw the corpse eater appearing in the grave, and he saw The vampire took Cedric away...

Once or twice, Sirius made some noises, as if he wanted to say something, his hand was still close to Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore raised his hand and interrupted him.

Harry was happy, because now that he started, it was easier to continue.

This is even a belief: he seems to feel that some poison is being discharged from his body.

It took him determination and courage to continue speaking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but he can still realize that once he speaks all of it, he will feel better.

Sirius let out a roar when Harry said that Crouch had cut his arm with a dagger.

Dumbledore stood up quickly, and Harry was taken aback.

Dumbledore walked around the table and asked Harry to stretch out his arm. Harry pointed out where his robe was torn, and the wound underneath.

"He said that using my blood would make him better than using someone else's," Harry told Dumbledore. "He said that the protection—my mother left it to me—he also proved that he was right— —He can touch me without hurting himself, he touched my face."

For a moment, Harry felt a triumphant look in Dumbledore's eyes.

But then he thought it was his imagination, because when Dumbledore returned to the seat behind the table, he looked as old and haggard as he had seen before. "Okay," he said, sitting down again, "Voldemort has overcome that special potion. Harry, go on."