I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Catherine meant to cause trouble for thousands of years, so she was not worried about the safety of Louis, the little villain.

Of course, she just said that. When Harry and the others came back just now, Catherine almost got on her broom and went to find someone.

Louis patted Catherine on the side and asked, "How long have they been gone?"

"Here, look at their backs." Catherine pointed at the backs of Dumbledore's people in the distance and said.

Lewis nodded, raised his hand and waved to the cheering crowd around him, and whispered: "Go to the principal's office with me first...it's a big deal."

"Is it about Voldemort's resurrection?" Catherine asked doubtfully.

"Of course...how do you know?" Louis asked in surprise.

"Can I not know?" Catherine rolled her eyes at him and replied in a low voice: "Harry was yelling about Voldemort when he came back. Voldemort is back. I think Fudge's face was very bad. He had already left first." Entering the arena... Professor Dumbledore wanted to know what happened to Harry, so he took him back to the principal's office first. As for the winner of the Triwizard Tournament..."

At this point, Catherine's indifferent expression surprised Louis: "Let Gryffindor take it away, look at how happy they are, hum..."

After all, Catherine didn't show any displeasure.

"You've grown up, baby." Louis smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

The result was a kick from Catherine.

"Originally I wanted to comfort you, but since you are so open-minded, forget it." Louis spread his hands indifferently, facing Catherine's cold gaze, and quickly and sincerely said: "But who made me yours? Men, let’s go on vacation in the summer.”

Catherine's eyes suddenly changed from winter to midsummer.

The tsundere snorted, expressing satisfaction.

At this time, the light bulb duo also ran over, and Ron shouted loudly: "Louis, Louis!"

He ran over here out of breath, followed by Hermione...oh, and Draco.

"Is Voldemort really back, Louis?" Hermione asked worriedly, "I think Harry's mental state is not very good. Voldemort must have tortured him, right? God...he is still so young..."

"I'm indeed back, but it's not a big deal. I still have something to talk to Professor Dumbledore." Louis looked at Draco again, "Draco, use the owl to send a message to Uncle Lucius. I want him to bring Aunt Narcissa to Hogwarts to find me quickly, fast!"

"Understood!" Draco responded seriously, turned around and ran away.

Louis looked at Ron and Hermione again: "I won't say more about the specific things. Anyway, you will hear it again in a while. Let's go... let's go to the principal's office first and listen to what Harry said."

"Um."

…

Louis pushed open the door of the principal's office. There were only Dumbledore, the four deans, Sirius and Emma in the room. The corner of Lewis's mouth twitched. It seemed that his mother was really confident in him and didn't even want to wait - she was undoubtedly her biological mother.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk. He looked at Harry. Harry's eyes were evasive. Louis knew that Dumbledore was going to start asking Harry to tell him everything about today.

"I want to know, Harry, what happened after you touched the portkey in the maze?" Dumbledore's burning eyes were hidden behind the half-moon lenses, which put a lot of pressure on Harry. He was actually very tired, a little He wanted to go back to sleep and was reluctant to answer Dumbledore's questions.

"We can talk about it tomorrow morning, okay, Dumbledore?" Sirius said hoarsely. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let him sleep." Let him have a good rest, this child is already very tired..."

Harry felt grateful to Sirius, but Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Sirius' words. He leaned toward Harry, who reluctantly looked up and stared into those blue eyes.

"If I thought," said Dumbledore gently, "that it would be good for you to put you to sleep by hypnotic means and allow you to temporarily not think about what happened tonight, I would do so... but I am not You know better that temporarily numbing the pain will only make the pain worse when you finally feel it. The bravery and fearlessness you have shown far exceeded my expectations of you."

"I ask you to show your courage once again. I ask you to tell us everything that happened." Dumbledore's voice was gentle, but sonorous and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

Lewis also understood what he meant. It was nothing more than the principle that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

The phoenix let out a soft and trembling cry, and it trembled slightly in the air. Harry felt as if a drop of hot liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel warm, empowered and courageous all of a sudden.

Then, the phoenix flew into Harry's lap, emitting light and heat, dispelling the haze in Harry's heart.

Harry took a deep breath, touched the phoenix on his knee with one hand, and began to narrate to them. As he spoke, everything that happened tonight flashed before his eyes like a movie; he saw the potion that brought Voldemort back to life with sparks on its surface; he saw the Death Eaters apparating, and suddenly Appearing among the tombs around them; he saw the emerald light from Voldemort's wand, forcing himself to duel with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

Once or twice Sirius made a little noise, as if he wanted to say something, his hand still clutching Harry's shoulders, but Dumbledore held up a hand to stop him. Louis also walked over and took Sirius's hand away from Harry's shoulder. Ron and Hermione also came up and stood on both sides of Harry. This made Harry feel sincerely warm and very lucky, because Everything is difficult at the beginning, but now that we have opened up the conversation, it will be much easier to continue talking.

He even felt a sense of relief, as if something harmful was being sucked out of his body bit by bit. He used great perseverance to support himself to continue speaking, but he felt that once he finished speaking, his heart would feel much more comfortable.

When Harry told of Wormtail stabbing him in the arm with a dagger, Sirius let out an excited cry.

"What are you barking at?" Snape glanced at Sirius coldly, this sudden look made him very unhappy.

Sirius said nothing and gave Snape a middle finger in return. He cared so much about Harry that Harry couldn't help but cry out when he was in danger.

Dumbledore stood up suddenly, so fast that Harry was startled. Dumbledore came around the table and asked Harry to hold out his arm. Harry showed them both his torn robes and the wounds beneath them.

"He said that using my blood would work better than using other people's blood and would make him stronger." Harry said to Dumbledore without reservation. "He said that the protective power-my mother left in me That power in his body—he wanted to have it too.”

"He's right. When he touches me again later, he won't be hurt. He touched my face." At this point, Harry looked a little depressed, always feeling like he was missing something.

For a brief moment, Harry seemed to see a flash of joy in Dumbledore's eyes. But Harry soon concluded that he must have been deceived, because when Dumbledore returned to the chair behind his desk, he looked as old and tired as Harry had always seen him.

"Very well," he said, sitting down again, "Voldemort has overcome that unusual obstacle. Harry, please go on."

Harry continued, describing how Voldemort emerged from the cauldron and telling them what he remembered of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters. Then he talked about how he quarreled with Voldemort. When Harry said that he insulted Voldemort's father as a Muggle, everyone's expressions became very exciting.

"I have to say, even though I was once a Muggle, I still feel very happy." Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder: "You did the right thing, but... hahaha... it's just a little bit damaged. , I guess Voldemort’s expression at that time must have been very wonderful.”

"Ah, yes." Harry recalled Voldemort's expression at that time, and he was also happy: "You don't know, Voldemort's expression at that time, he wanted to eat me... But I'm not worried, anyway, he is too He won't let me go. I offended him to death when I was a child, so scolding him a few times is not a big deal."

"As the saying goes, if you have too many debts, you don't have to worry; if you have too many lice, you don't have to itch, right?" Ron chuckled.

"You're talking about magic defeating magic." Louis smiled. He knew that Harry's words were always sharp, but he didn't expect them to be so... sharp. "What should this be called? Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment. ?”

"Oh, my God, stop talking..." Harry covered his face in embarrassment: "I actually regret it. What if he was really angry at that time and beat me to death with a curse?"

"That shouldn't be the case, you know, Harry." Hermione also began to tease: "Educated children are generally warned 'don't play with food' since childhood, but Voldemort is obviously uneducated. "

"Actually, the two of us had a duel." Harry smiled for a while and continued: "His spell is very strong... I hid behind the tombstone to avoid being hurt by him. If Louis and the other three came, If it were a little later, I might not survive..."

As he said that, Harry gave Snape a thumbs up: "Professor, your spell is really cool."

He was referring to the Avada Kedavra that Snape threw at Voldemort before leaving. It seemed that Snape had already revealed his true identity and stopped pretending. I am Dumbledore's undercover agent and I have shown my all.

Snape groaned and gave Harry a cold look.

Louis, who is familiar with the professor's character, knows that Snape is very satisfied now, but he suffers from being a tsundere with a poisonous tongue...

He shuddered. Speaking of the tsundere with a poisonous tongue, he always felt that the professor's personality collided with his wife's? He looked back at Catherine, who was smiling beautifully, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, my wife is very beautiful and is no longer a tsundere with a sharp tongue.

"The news of Voldemort's return should trigger public opinion in the British wizarding community." Harry rubbed his forehead: "I think I have suffered a lot in the past two days. I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is here too..."

"Oh, that's not the case." Professor Dumbledore smiled: "Contrary to what you guessed, I think this matter will be suppressed."

"Why?" Harry asked dumbfounded, "Oh, you mean Fudge, right? I see that he is in a hurry and doesn't believe that Voldemort is back. Are you saying that he will suppress relevant news reports?"

"Oh, poor Harry." Louis said with a smile: "First of all, it's not that Fudge doesn't believe it, but he won't believe it... Let's put it this way, if Voldemort is resurrected on his watch, he will Whether the Minister of Magic can continue to do so is still a question...Secondly, the news of suppressed information does not happen here."

"Huh?" Hermione asked confusedly: "If he didn't suppress the news in various newspapers, how could he suppress the news of Voldemort's return?"

"You don't know that, Hermione." Louis said with a chuckle: "Banning is a method that was only used in the Middle Ages. We usually decide not to announce it after deliberation..."

Hermione couldn't take a breath, almost choking in her throat.

"Don't look at me like that. This is how the Muggle world works." Louis chuckled: "Just listen to fairy tales, don't take them seriously..."

Hermione didn't want to believe what Louis said, but with Louis' identity here, he did know a deeper secret. For a moment, she didn't know how to refute Louis, so she could only sit there silently and not speak.

"We must let everyone know the fact that Voldemort has returned, right?" Ron said angrily.

"This is not necessary," Dumbledore took the lead in setting the tone: "Some things are not as simple as you think, Ron. I personally hope that this matter will be widely publicized, but..."

"But what we need to do first is something else, such as researching Voldemort's new allies." Louis said, turning his eyes to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore immediately sat up straight, knowing that Louis would never be innocent.

"But before that, Harry should rest." Louis smiled and turned to look at Harry: "You have encountered too many things tonight. You should go back and take a good rest, take a bath, and relieve your body's fatigue."

Harry suddenly realized that Fawkes had flown away from his lap. The phoenix fell to the floor with its beautiful head pressed against Harry's injured leg. Large transparent tears fell from its eyes. gushes out and falls on the scraped wound on the leg. The pain disappeared in an instant, the skin healed instantly, and his leg was intact as before.

"I'm fine, Louis." Harry said quickly: "I also want to know something about Voldemort."