MTL - The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts-v4 Chapter 132 Gentle Township (Part 1)

Dumbledore is still wearing his star robe and a top wizard hat. The whole person is like walking out of a fantasy, which perfectly conforms to people's stereotypes of wizards. Hermione on Dumbledore's side was wearing a grey woolen jacket, a black plain skirt and a dark grey scarf. Perhaps because of the cold winter, Hermione's face was pale.

"Hey, I'm back!" Tom waved to Hermione and greeted warmly. Hermione and Dumbledore also smiled back at him. Tom, who was so focused on Hermione, didn't notice that Dumbledore's smile had a bit of bitterness in it.

"Professor Dumbledore, today's harvest is very good!" Tom took out the golden Hufflepuff cup wrapped in dragon skin from his arms and handed it to Dumbledore.

Tom, who returned from the expedition, was in a better mood after seeing Hermione. Combined with the three happy events that he had just defeated the Death Eaters, swept Gringotts, and successfully seized one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, his mood was visibly improved.

"This is..." Dumbledore opened the dragon skin package, and was startled by the contents inside.

"Riddle's Horcrux, copied from the Lestrange's vault. Be sure to return me the remains of the cup after you destroy it, it's Lady Hufflepuff's relic—if you can repair it, of course. , that's great!" Tom rambled, for fear that Dumbledore would smother the glass.

"Okay." A smile appeared on Dumbledore's old face.

"It's getting late, let's go back to dinner first!" Seeing that Dumbledore was still looking at the Horcrux, Tom didn't bother to freeze with him outside, grabbed Hermione's hand and rushed to Hogwarts Castle go.

But as soon as he got started, he instinctively realized that something was wrong, and Hermione's hands were much colder than usual.

"What's wrong, your hands are so cold?" Tom asked with a smile.

Hermione also replied with a smile, "It's too cold outside."

"Yeah, you're freezing, your face is pale." Tom took Hermione's hand and sighed inwardly.

"Dumbledore is really outrageous. There is absolutely no need to wait outside. How good it is to stay in the castle."

Hermione:  …

The last trace of blood on her face disappeared.

She pulled her hand out of Tom's hand a little uneasy, and quickened her pace towards the castle.

"Come on, you'll miss the main course if you wait any longer."

"Okay." Tom followed Hermione, and the two quickly ran across the lawn in front of the castle and hid in the castle.

As soon as you enter the castle, you can feel a warm feeling. The house-elves worked diligently to burn the furnace in the castle so vigorously that they might be able to burn down a small forest in one night.

Feeling this warmth, Hermione thought of the hundreds of house-elves at Hogwarts. She wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words when they reached her mouth.

It's unnecessary. Saying these things can only add a burden to Tom, so can't we spend the last time together?

Hermione wanted to be selfish for once. She smiled and took off the scarf and handed it to Tom.

"I have a new body wash, do you think it smells good?"

"Huh..." Tom, who entered the warm barrier, let out a sigh of relief. Hearing this sentence, he subconsciously wanted to say: How do I know.

But then, a scarf with warmth and fragrance was stuffed into his hand.

It turns out that Tom sniffed the scent on the scarf, but it smelled inexplicably good.

"fragrant!"

"That's good." Hermione handed Tom the scarf and walked straight into the auditorium with him.

[Should I hope you remember my taste, or should I hope you forget my taste? Maybe only Merlin knows the answer.]

Compared to when Tom left, the atmosphere in the auditorium was much more harmonious. Mainly, the Ministry of Magic responded with extreme swiftness, raiding the places where Azkaban escaped prisoners were staying, and allowing them to get their "due punishment". As for the details of the punishment, the Daily Prophet has omitted to mention it.

After hearing what the Ministry of Magic said, everyone felt that the overall situation seemed to be getting better again, and the anxiety and anxiety in their hearts naturally disappeared.

As for the question of Gringotts, it was taken with an understatement - the wizards in the queue all took out their assets, not a single Nat. One or two people still can't dispel their doubts, but one or two hundred people are like this, and the wizards in the queue are a little shaken.

Did I wait in line for hours just to take out dozens or hundreds of gold coins and take a look?

The human heart is the easiest thing to change.

Minister Burns took the opportunity to announce that the Ministry of Magic would carry out a series of banking reforms. Although the wizards still habitually went to the vault to check their balances, the doubts in everyone's hearts were dispelled at once.

The changes in Gringotts did not stir up any storms.

Since it's not a big deal, why not discuss the Christmas ball?

Tom and Hermione sensed the Christmas fever when they entered the auditorium. The girls sat together in groups, whispering, watching the passing boys with scrutiny eyes, as if picking prey. The boys who are naturally at a disadvantage in this regard are much more passive. They gather together like a group of mice who want to tie a bell to a cat, discussing how to "catch" a girl and invite her to join him for Christmas prom.

High-end hunters are often too lazy to put on a layer of prey camouflage.

After Tom entered the auditorium, he felt countless pairs of hot eyes looking at him. Many girls make no secret of their interest in Tom, after all, he is more dazzling than the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament to some extent.

There are still three warriors, and the only student who can receive the Merlin Medal is Tom. And in the first project, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the content of the first project is simply to see who gets Tom Yodel's help first.

With such a dazzling boy, how could the girls not be moved? So even though he seems to already have a master, the girls still feel that they should dig two hoes first.

After all, in their opinion, there doesn't seem to be any gap between them and Hermione, and after discussing it with their girlfriends, they feel that "the advantage is mine", as long as A goes up, they will win.

Then why not A?

Many little witches are secretly figuring out how to make a move.

Compared to Tom, Harry and Ron were much worse off. At this time, the two were secretly poking at the long table in Gryffindor making an action plan.

"My God, did they grow up together?" Harry couldn't help but want to complain. Since the Azkaban escape crisis was over, he wanted to find a chance with Ron to solve the problem of the Christmas ball. . To their surprise, the relationship between the girls at Hogwarts suddenly warmed up. All the girls went in and out of the lounge in groups, and there was no single girl at all.

This made Harry and Ron depressed enough.

"Maybe we can use a rope to get one out," Ron said half-jokingly, half-sincerely: "Do you have a goal?"

Ginny, who was not far away, stopped the spoon, her ears perked up.

Harry was silent. Of course he has goals! He knew too well who he wanted as his dance partner, but he couldn't muster the courage.

Ravenclaw's Qiu Zhang is a year older than him. He is very beautiful, and he is also an excellent Quidditch player. He is also very popular. If he can invite her to be his dance partner...

Ron next to him saw at a glance that Harry already had a goal. As a friend, he persuaded: "Listen, if you have a goal, then open your mouth and invite! I dare say that few girls will refuse you. Yes, not like me..."

Ron's tone was full of bitterness. Ginny, who was not far away, also turned into a bitter face in an instant. She lowered her head and dealt with the steak in front of her.

He's right, Harry is also a popular candidate. Although he did not become a warrior at Hogwarts, he had another identity: the boy who survived, which was enough to attract many witches.

Listening to Ron's persuasion, Harry looked up at the long table at Ravenclaw Academy, and he saw Qiu Zhangzheng and his friends were laughing together.

His heart gradually became firmer. But when he looked back, he saw Tom sitting at the table, burying his head and cooking, and a plan that Harry thought was a good idea appeared in his mind.

"It's too embarrassing to speak directly. How about asking Yodel to help me with the message? He used to be a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, and he should be quite familiar with Qiu Zhang..."

"Perhaps a good idea, but—" Ron and Harry began to discuss the feasibility of this strategy, but just as Harry listened to Ron's plan, a sharp pain pierced Harry's head like a sword , his scar burned again, the food on the golden plate disappeared, and Ron's voice gradually became hazy...

He is now standing on a barren hill, surrounded by a few figures scattered around.

"Is it only these few people?!" His voice was high-pitched and cold, and his anger burned in his heart. He was angry, he was still puzzled, why did his power disappear in an instant?

Harry could still feel the pain in his left arm, as if someone was cutting the flesh on his arm with a knife.

A female voice sounded: "I'm very sorry master... The people from the Order of the Phoenix followed, followed us to Lestrange Manor, and the dementors followed... We, we can't resist - but as long as you They have a little time, and they will definitely come over... Now they may be in a relationship with the Ministry of Magic and the snake..."

"This is a betrayal!" Voldemort roared, "After I initiated the call, all those who dare not come are traitors!"

"When they saw that I had suffered a secret loss at Dumbledore's hands, they thought of something they shouldn't have, these traitors!" Anger and fear lingered in his heart. He was angry at the "betrayal" of his subordinates, and he was also terrified by this feeling of betrayal and separation.

He vented for a while, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

"I can understand their difficulties." Voldemort, who had regained his senses, suppressed the dissatisfaction of his opponents. Although he couldn't understand love, he knew very well that he was indeed at a disadvantage now, and he couldn't be too harsh on his subordinates, and sometimes he had to learn to forgive.

"It doesn't matter if we can't convene this time, there are always some things to deal with." He said lightly.

Bellatrix was relieved to see that his master had forgiven those Death Eaters who "broken their appointments". She also understands that it is the best choice to be a little more tolerant of the remaining Death Eaters, but if the master is firm, she will not let those people go. Seeing that the master didn't pursue it to the end, she also felt very happy.

"Okay, let's go to our 'friends' first and see if we can get a foothold from them." Voldemort made the next step. As he spoke, his right hand covered his dry left arm.

The pain in his left arm made him feel a little regretful. With such a good chance, he failed to kill the old man! Damn brown-haired girl!

But after the image of the spell hitting her flashed in his mind, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Heroes are not so easy to be--

The arm hurts again, and Voldemort understands that it is time to deal with this dark wound.

After the injury, he looked for a lot of ways to heal the injury, but all had little success. In the end, he can only choose the worst solution.

Horcrux.

He needs to take out a shard of his soul, and let this shard be "eroded" by Dumbledore's curse instead of himself, so that he can transfer that curse into the Horcrux, and at the cost of one Horcrux, Dumbledore's curse on him will be eliminated. Curse imposed.

As he paced the desolate hilltops, vague images flashed in his boiling mind: the lake, the cottage, Gringotts, Hogwarts—

Before the next picture appeared, the scene in front of Harry's eyes suddenly became blurred. He opened his eyes and returned to reality. At this time, he was sitting in the lively auditorium, with delicious food in front of him, and the lively and cheerful voices of his classmates in his ears.

"Harry~www.novelbuddy.com~ Are you alright?" Ron's voice sounded in his ears, and when Harry turned his head, he saw his good friend looking at him anxiously. He realized that his back was wet with cold sweat.

"You, you just, suddenly—" Ron carefully prepared his words, but it was still difficult to describe Harry's state just now.

"It's him." Harry lowered his voice to make sure only Ron could hear him: "He's furious because so many of his servants have been caught, and some seem to have chosen to betray. In and Dumbledore During the battle, he was injured, and he is trying to heal his wounds..."

Ron frowned: "Merlin is above, can you—"

He stopped talking, his eyes widened.

"Yes, I suspect that this scar connects me with him. I can see something when his mood fluctuates violently." Harry looked serious, "I'm afraid that dream during the summer vacation was not a dream."

Ron shrank back into the seat with some fear: "So he's really back?"

Harry nodded, "I'm afraid so."

Ron thought for a while, but he was less nervous, because according to Harry's description, it seemed that Dumbledore had beaten him badly.

"The situation is getting better, isn't it?"

Harry glanced at Tom and Hermione, but didn't answer Ron's question.

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