The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The midsummer sun rises from the east. It is a glittering golden color in the morning, turns into an incandescent color that is too bright to look at at noon, and spreads into an orange-red color at dusk. The light gradually dims, sinking into the Black Lake and the back of the hills in the west.

"Don't worry, Albus. We have found out everything." Cornelius Fudge, who came in a hurry, was sweating. His shirt was wet and stuck to his back, but his face was full of smug joy. "Under the leadership of Dolores Umbridge, the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, we collected evidence from the two main parties. For the suspicious points, Walton McNeill, the Magical Beasts Incident Advisor of the Ministry of Magic, visited for a whole day and finally found out the truth of the incident!"

Dumbledore looked at him silently, but his eyes were not focused on him, as if he was looking at something else through his body. He already knew Fudge's attitude, so he didn't have any expectations.

"I went to the graveyard of Little Hangleton and the Crouch family's manor in person... This was the busiest weekend since I became the Minister of Magic." Fudge drank the honey water in front of him and exhaled comfortably, "Fortunately, I have found out everything, Albus. In fact, our cup holder Harry Potter did not lie, but what he said was not true..." Dumbledore's eyes fluctuated, and he seemed to be interested. "In the maze of the third project, Harry encountered the slightly toxic devil vine, the hinky punk and sphinx that can make people hallucinate, the eight-eyed giant spider with psychedelic venom, and the terrifying boggart... We all know what the child's biggest fear is..." Fudge's little eyes flashed with fake tears, and he sobbed twice and said, "Poor Harry left the maze exhausted and fell into a coma, and then met Professor Snape in the ward who prepared a potion for him. He happened to hear Snape talking to others about Crouch and his son, so he had a weird dream, a dream about terrible, dark magic..." Dumbledore's voice was calm: "This is the result of your investigation, Fudge, have you seen Crouch's body?" "Oh, speaking of Crouch and his son, it turns out that we have been deceived. In fact, they are both Death Eaters. When their true identities were exposed, they decisively gave up one person and let the other wait outside. "They planned a series of things about the Goblet of Fire to satisfy their own evil tastes, and were finally exposed by Vice Principal McGonagall, and then escaped. They encountered evil dark creatures, vampires or something else in Little Hangleton, one died and the other escaped... Professor Snape did not fight with them, so he only saw the bodies. "

"..."

Dumbledore was too lazy to tangle with him anymore, and reminded him coldly: "Voldemort is back, Fudge, if you can accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most important step is to get Azkaban out of the control of Dementors..."

"Remove Dementors?" Fudge jumped and shouted, "As soon as I make this suggestion, I will be kicked out of the office! Half of us can sleep well at night because we know that there are Dementors standing guard in Azkaban!"

He knew, he knew, Dolores was right!

Voldemort's return, Death Eaters' reunion, all these are Dumbledore's plot to seize his power!

This old man with a white beard is eager to step down as soon as possible so that those stupid wizards can nominate him as Minister of Magic!

"Those guys can't be loyal to you, Fudge. Voldemort can provide them with much more power and fun than you can! Once Voldemort has the support of the Dementors, his former cronies will return to him one after another. At that time, it will be difficult for you to stop him from regaining the power he had thirteen years ago!" Dumbledore sighed: "Now I know that you still intend to let Voldemort's most dangerous cronies guard those guys who will serve him at his command. I should not sleep well tonight!" Seeing that Fudge was about to argue, Dumbledore waved his hand: "If this is your decision, Fudge, I hope you don't regret it... Well, our year-end party and award ceremony are about to begin. Forgive me for not being able to continue to entertain you. Goodbye, Fudge." Fudge's words paused, and then his face gradually turned red. He angrily threw his sleeves and strode away.

...

The dome was hanging high, and the stars and the moon were shining.

The exquisite crystal chandelier cast the light of hundreds of candles into the huge auditorium. The melted special wax oil exuded a pleasant fragrance, and the bright light illuminated every corner of the banquet.

On the four long tables of the college, there were Marseille fish soup, fried goose liver steak, blanched lobster, baked red wine pheasant, steamed Lomond cod and other attractive and fragrant foods. On the long table of the guest of honor, there were bottles of gin, French champagne, California white dry wine, and whiskey made from Bulgarian frozen soil.

The fine wine was poured into the crystal cup, reflecting the attractive color, making some senior wizards eager to try.

Maxim, wearing a light blue satin dress, held the crystal cup and clinked glasses with Hagrid in an elegant manner. Perhaps the wine stored in the cabin of Durmstrang was too strong, which made Hagrid, who was only wearing an ill-fitting large suit, blush slightly.

Professor Trelawney seemed to have found a soulmate. He had been drinking with Ludo Bagman since the afternoon when the banquet was being prepared, and he has been drinking until now. There were piles of various wine bottles in front of him. Although his pupils were loose and his eyes were unfocused, But the smile on her lips showed that she was very happy.

As for Ludo Bagman? He was so drunk that he fell asleep under the long table at the guest of honor.

On the last day of the school year, little wizards from four countries put on their respective school uniforms to celebrate the end of the Goblet of Fire and that many people are about to leave school and embark on a broader path of growth.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore's voice was as high as ever, "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I hope that the news announced by this old man will make you enjoy the feast with higher spirits!"

"Now, I declare!"

"The final winners of the Goblet of Fire are - Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory of Hogwarts!"

For the first time ever, the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables simultaneously erupted in thunderous cheers and stomps, with the Hufflepuff students' voices eclipsing those of the Gryffindors.

"You actually hid it from us, you actually lied to us for a whole day!"

The little Hufflepuff wizards all pounced on Cedric, shaking him violently by the shoulders until he was dizzy and speechless. They didn't let go until he started foaming at the mouth.

Several principals and referees from other schools knew about this in advance and had no objections. Anyway, the trophy belonged to Hogwarts and they could divide it however they wanted. The two referees from the Ministry of Magic were in different situations. Crouch could no longer refute. Bagman was so drunk that his only consciousness was shouting that he had made a fortune.

"Now, enjoy the feast!"