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It might be a bit harder for Harry, as he had to be woken up not long after falling asleep.
Kyle sighed and walked towards the castle.
When he returned to the castle, he met Mrs. Weasley, who looked anxious, as well as Bill and Charlie.
"Kyle, I'm so glad you're okay." Mrs. Weasley ran over quickly, "Where's Harry, have you seen him?"
"Harry is in the hospital wing," said Kyle. He noticed that Mrs. Weasley's face had turned pale, and he quickly explained, "He just drank a dreamless sleeping potion and fell asleep there."
"That's good, that's good," said Mrs. Weasley thankfully.
"Hermione said Harry was missing." Charlie came over and whispered, "Then we went to find Professor Dumbledore and happened to meet Sirius, who told us everything."
"So is that all true?" Bill said with a heavy face, "The mysterious man is really resurrected?"
"It's absolutely true..." said Kyle, "I saw it, and so did Harry and Professor Dumbledore."
"Oh..." Bill gasped.
Mrs. Weasley's hand, which was holding Kyle's, also trembled violently a few times.
"I suggest you go find Harry later," Kyle said. "The headmaster and Fudge have already gone. How about we go to the Hufflepuff common room first? We can eat something first. I'm really hungry."
"No, we have to help him." Mrs. Weasley said palely, "I know what kind of person Fudge is. He won't believe this, nor will he believe Harry. With me here, Harry can at least feel more relaxed.
"Bill, go inform your father that Dumbledore may need our help."
"Okay, Mom."
Mrs. Weasley walked quickly towards the hospital wing, and Bill and Charlie turned and went to the owl shed. In the blink of an eye, Kyle was the only one left here again.
Okay... there should be no one here now.
Kyle shrugged and finally returned to the Hufflepuff common room.
The lounge was brightly lit, with many cakes and delicious snacks on the table.
As is a Hufflepuff tradition, Kyle's victory in the Triwizard Tournament was naturally celebrated.
It's just that he came back a little too late. There were not many people left in the lounge, and most people had already gone to bed, so it wasn't really suitable for celebrating.
However, everyone still congratulated Kyle and agreed to give him another celebratory party tomorrow, to which Kyle agreed.
He walked over to the table, picked up a sandwich and took a big bite.
"What happened? Why did you come back so late?" Kanna handed him a glass of lemonade.
"Big thing, very big thing." Kyle took the lemonade and took a few sips. The sour taste also made him sober up a lot.
"Isn't the Triwizard Tournament already over? What could be the big deal?" Cedric asked in confusion.
"It's hard to explain in a few words." Kyle glanced at the few people in the lounge and said, "Come with me."
He led Connor and Cedric to a table in the far corner.
"You may not believe it, but I have to say it... Voldemort has resurrected."
"boom!"
Cedric dropped his butterbeer.
"Ha, that's not a very good joke." He laughed dryly and used his wand to clean up the butterbeer on the ground.
"The mysterious man is dead, and everyone knows it."
"I wish this was just a joke, but it's not." Kyle finished the last sip of lemonade. "It won't be long before Professor Dumbledore tells you the news."
Cedric dropped his wand.
And Connor was almost mashing her sandwich into mashed potatoes.
"It's not that I don't believe you, Kyle...but how is this possible?" Cedric stammered, "Harry Potter...the savior who killed the mysterious man...he is in Gryffindor..."
"So what I'm saying is, resurrection." Kyle glanced out the window, "You don't need to believe it now, just be prepared."
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 582 Harry is targeted
For Dumbledore and most of the professors, today was destined to be a sleepless night.
The next day, Kyle discovered that there were suddenly fewer people in the castle.
Sirius was gone, as were Snape and Professor Moody.
Hagrid and Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons also seemed to have gone to the Headmaster's office.
"We could have stayed a few days longer," Fleur said, "but Ms. Maxime insisted on leaving today. She seemed to have something important to do. I asked her, but she wouldn't tell me."
They were now outside the castle, preparing to see the students of Beauxbatons off.
The door of Hagrid's hut was closed, and the tall rune horses pulling carriages as big as houses were parked in an open space not far ahead.
As for the students at Durmstrang... perhaps they had received some news, because as early as the early morning, another professor who was traveling with them drove the ship back, and took away Viktor Krum who was recovering from his injuries.
Soon, all the Beauxbatons students boarded the carriage. They leaned their heads out of the doors and windows, waving goodbye to their new friends outside.
After Fleur carried Gabrielle and a suitcase to the carriage, she turned around and hugged Connor.
She was actually quite reluctant to leave, as the year she spent at Hogwarts was the best school experience she had ever had.
She also couldn't bear to leave the Hufflepuff dormitory. Most people there were very sincere and had no ulterior motives when getting along with each other.
Although those boys were inevitably affected by her Veela blood, they did not behave in a rude or annoying manner.
Also, there is rarely any jealousy in the eyes of girls.
The influence of the half-Veela was minimized here.
Fleur didn't know the situation of the other three houses, but Hufflepuff was definitely the house life she wanted most.
Unfortunately, the Triwizard Tournament is over and she has to go back, but luckily she will graduate this year and can come here again at any time.
At this time, Professor Lockneil's urging voice was heard from the carriage.
After giving Kyle one last hug, Fleur turned around and hurried back to the carriage.
A few minutes later, the huge divine horse took off into the air and pulled the carriage away into the distance.
The carriage became smaller and smaller until it could no longer be seen, and the people on the grounds returned to the castle.
Although there were only twenty or so students missing, the auditorium seemed to become a lot emptier all of a sudden.
"I still haven't realized that the Triwizard Tournament is over like this."
"Yeah, Hogwarts is really lively this year..."
"I hope there will be more games like this in the future. I think it's much more exciting than Quidditch."
"What did you say?"
"The Triwizard Tournament is no match for Quidditch!"
Similar discussions could be heard in every corner of the castle, but some people were not in the mood.
Cedric, Cho, Fred and George, they had all looked worried since the morning.
"Kyle, are you sure you're not kidding, the mysterious man is really back?"
"I'm sure, Fred," Kyle said, "you've asked this three times in the past hour, and Mrs. Weasley knows about it. You can write a letter home."
"Of course we believe you..." George said, "but this is too unbelievable. You have to give us some time to accept it."
Kyle glanced at them. "To be honest, I always thought you guys would be better than Cedric, but he only asked twice."
"We should react normally," Fred said exaggeratedly. "That's the You-Know-Who. Is there anyone in the entire wizarding world who can calmly accept his comeback?"
"None," said George flatly.
"Maybe we won't be able to come to school next year."
At this time, Qiu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said: "If Voldemort attacks Hogwarts, the school will definitely be closed..."
"Don't worry about that." Kyle waved his hand and said, "Even more than a decade ago, when the Death Eaters were at their most powerful, Hogwarts was never closed. At that time, this was the only place that could provide shelter for students, unless they didn't want to come...
"Moreover, the situation you described is unlikely to happen in a short period of time. After all, Voldemort has just been resurrected..."
"Oh, please Kyle, can you please stop saying that name?" Fred said with a bitter face. "Every time you say it, my legs shake."
"okay."
Kyle thought about it, and suddenly realized that this was indeed something he needed to pay attention to... Voldemort had cast a spell on this name, and once someone said it, he would immediately know where the other person was.
Although Kyle was not afraid, there were other people around him and it would be bad to implicate them.
"The mysterious man..." Kyle continued, "He has just been resurrected, and there are still many things to do... Gathering subordinates and expanding the power, he can't take care of this place for the time being.
"Besides, Professor Dumbledore just gave him a surprise yesterday. He probably won't have the courage to come to Hogwarts to cause trouble in the short term."
"What a pity." George sighed quietly, "Why didn't Dumbledore kill him again at that time."
"Because Vol... You-Know-Who is not stupid." Kyle said, "It is impossible for him to fight Professor Dumbledore when he just resurrected."
"I know..." George muttered, "I'm just thinking about it. It would be great if it were true."
"Who said it wasn't?" Fred also sighed.
……
The Ministry of Magic moved faster than Kyle expected.
By the next morning, a new copy of the Daily Prophet was delivered to Hogwarts.
But it did not mention anything related to Voldemort, but was about Harry. I don't know if it was Fudge's request, but the newspaper portrayed Harry as a mentally abnormal person.
It was also said that in order to attract attention, he made up an outrageous story, saying that he was kidnapped by Death Eaters, and tried to use the scar on his forehead and Voldemort to attract everyone's attention.
Then when it was time for dinner, Dumbledore also came. He first denied the slander against Harry in the Daily Prophet, and then asked everyone not to disturb Harry and not to ask him questions.
In the next few days, no one discussed the Triwizard Tournament that had just ended or the other two schools that had left. Everyone was discussing the content of the newspaper, or whether Harry was really trying to attract attention.
However, Dumbledore's words also worked. At his request, no one pestered Harry with questions.
However, the effect was a bit too good. Most people had been avoiding Harry recently. When they occasionally met him in the corridor, they would walk around him, cover their mouths with their hands, and whisper to each other.