The trio supported each other and walked towards Hogwarts.

Several people remained silent along the way, as if they had their own thoughts.

It was not until it was about to enter the castle that Ron sighed:

"I don't know if Hagrid understands you."

"I bet he certainly didn't take this matter to heart." Harry said in a slump. "He's that kind of person, and he didn't know how vicious Umbridge was."

Hermione glanced at them angrily and said in a firm voice:

"Then we'll go find him tomorrow. I'll prepare lessons for him if necessary. I don't care if it fires Trelawney, but she can't drive Hagrid away!"

Harry and Ron nodded as well after hearing this.

Only then did I feel a little relieved and speed up my pace.

But as soon as they approached the castle gate, they found Mrs. Pomfrey, wearing a white robe, standing on the castle steps with a serious expression.

"Harry, maybe I should tie your legs up so that you can remember that you are a patient!"

Mrs. Pomfrey rebuked.

Hearing this, Harry shrank his neck and retorted in a low voice:

"Yes, it was Dumbledore who asked me..."

"Then I should tie his legs up!" Mrs. Pomfrey's voice became even sharper, "Now, lie back to the hospital bed right away! You must lie there for three days!"

"But I'll go tomorrow..."

"No, but!"

After Mrs. Pomfrey finished speaking, two strong female volunteers walked out from both sides of Mrs. Pomfrey and carried Harry back to the castle.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, both at a loss, and were stunned for a while before chasing them.

The group argued and entered the ward.

The number of people here has not decreased due to Harry's previous departure.

Neville, Ginny, George, Fred, Angelina...

Everyone still surrounded Harry's hospital bed with a worried look on their faces.

"Okay, the patient needs a rest, now everyone gets out!"

Mrs. Pomfrey ordered Harry to be pressed on the hospital bed, and then said coldly to everyone.

Navi was frightened when he heard this, and instinctively hid his head behind Ginny, but he didn't know that Ginny's thin body could not hide his fat body at all.

George and Fred are also regular customers in the infirmary.

They joked with Mrs. Pomfrey, and finally got pulled out by their ears.

Taking advantage of the time that George and Fred had won, everyone began to ask Harry about the situation and say goodbye.

To be honest, this touched Harry very much.

Looking at the sincere and worried faces in front of him, Harry realized that he had made so many good friends.

However, this touch did not last long.

Because Angelina's depressed and beautiful face soon appeared in front of him.

Facing Angelina, Harry's eyes were a little drifting, and he didn't look at him very much.

He has been in custody at Umbridge since the start of school this year, and he has been unable to participate in the training of the Quidditch team several times. Angelina is already very dissatisfied with this.

The reason why Angelina chose to stay in school this time was to help Harry get back to training during the Christmas holiday.

And now...

Feeling Angelina's resentful eyes, Harry felt that his cold sweat was about to flow down.

He forced a smile at Angelina and wanted to explain something, but at this time Mrs. Pomfrey suddenly returned to the ward.

"Aren't you going to leave yet??"

With Mrs. Pomfrey's angrily shout, the crowd in the ward finally retreated.

Harry was mixed with feelings.

For some reason, he always had a premonition.

This Christmas doesn't seem to be too calm.

...

Sildikin.

In a manor with closed doors and windows.

Voldemort pressed his hand against his eyebrows, his eyes closed, and leaned against a huge throne seat, as if he was sleeping or thinking.

Baddy Crouch, wearing a pure black samurai suit, was hiding in the darkness behind Voldemort, scanning the surroundings with vigilance, alerting Voldemort.

And further afield, the chubby little dwarf Peter was already sweating all over his head.

His right hand that had been repaired by Voldemort before has disappeared again.

This is Moody's masterpiece.

The other party's thunder explosion completely shattered half of his arm, and also shattered the wand he snatched from some unlucky guy.

In the room outside, there were many wounded people like him.

This is all caused by their crazy development and exploration of ancient ruins in recent times and their battle with the Order of the Phoenix.

In terms of the battle loss ratio alone, they can be said to have been completely destroyed by the Order of Phoenix, which adopted guerrilla tactics.

Fortunately, the cruel war finally came to an end for the time being.

Their master Voldemort had issued an order not long ago to temporarily return to Yingguo for dormant cultivation.

When he thought that he no longer had to fight the madmen of the Order of the Phoenix, Little Peter felt sincerely happy.

A smile that was undetectable arises at the corner of his mouth, and Petty Peter wiped his sweat with his remaining left hand.

But his movement was just halfway through, and Barty Crouch's crazy gaze that did not hide his murderous intentions locked him.

A disgusting and pleasing smile appeared on Little Bati's face instinctively, which made Little Bati look away in disgust.

"Mad! Madman!"

The little dwarf cursed in his heart.

The pressure he was under was too great to stay by Voldemort.

Especially that Batty Crouch.

This guy is completely crazy like the Death Eater he has seen in the past.

His eyes are always crazy, the difference is that when they look at others, they are full of murderous madness, and when they look at Voldemort, they are fanatical worship.

The little dwarf had no doubt at all. As long as Voldemort spoke, a madman like Batty would dare to raise his wand to anyone.

With his head down, the little dwarf began to slowly move towards the fireplace.

Although the dark green magic flame burning in the fireplace did not provide him with much heat, it was much better than it was now shrouded in a cold darkness.

"Peter, how is the situation in Azkaban?"

A gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly rang in the empty room.

The little dwarf, who had just reached halfway through, suddenly shivered and stood attentively:

"Master! The dementors have agreed to the preliminary negotiations with us, but they do not want to completely cast their heads, they say..."

The dwarf paused, and saw that Voldemort was still closing his eyes, and there was no dissatisfaction on his face. Then he continued, "They said that if they want to be their allies, we must first prove that we are stronger than the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, what else?"

"And?" Petdwarf retelled instinctively, but soon reacted, "Oh! Yes! Ms. Lestrange! We have contacted Ms. Lestrange. She was very happy to hear that you returned. Let me express to you the most sincere congratulations from her and the other Death Eaters, and also said..."

"Say the point!"

"I'm very sorry!" Little Dwarf's head was almost down to the upper, "She put the things you asked her to keep in the Lestrange family's vault in the Gringott!"

After saying that, the little dwarf took out a thick brass key and held it with both hands and raised it over his head.

Voldemort's pair of golden snake eyes opened.

He didn't go to see the little dwarf, his eyes swept past the brass key and finally landed on the faint green flame in the fireplace.

Hufflepuff's Golden Cup.

This is the Horcrux he handed over to keep by Bellatrix Lestrange in the past.

At the same time, he also handed over his notebook from his youth to Lucius Malfoy for safekeeping.

There is no doubt that this is a great trust.

It's a pity that Malfoy failed him.
To be continued...