Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 398 Anxiety
This is really not good news.

"Did he say what he was going to do?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape shook his head and sneered: "Albus, Potter has long said that Crouch has tampered with his mind and his memory has been processed."

"If he could have remembered those plans, Potter would have figured them out."

"You know he has a nose like a hound's."

Dumbledore reassured him: "Severus, you don't have to do this, didn't Harry expect this to happen?"

Crouch has never been a quiet man.

Even if he was imprisoned and fell asleep all day long, no one would think that he could really be as peaceful as he appeared.

Mice in the gutter are the hardest to guard against.

I don't know when, it will pop out from a corner.

Harry was worried about what was going to happen.

So tell Ron, tell Neville, let them keep an eye out for the Room of Requirement.

On the side of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry also raised a lot of opinions.

Snape didn't speak, just looked at Dumbledore coldly.

"Harry can't be reached now." The white-haired old man said softly, "not even Mr. Geralt and Ms. Yennefer."

Snape turned his head away and said stubbornly, "Albus, are you having another attack?"

"Who cares about Potter."

"It's the Dark Lord's business, they are still prepared."

Dumbledore smiled at him.

Snape continued, "Nagini, that's the snake. How's the situation over there?"

"I can't get past it."

Dumbledore waved his hands: "Let Rita and Heska watch over there early in the morning."

"Ms. Jones is a nice witch, but that fellow Skeeter," Snape said calmly.

Dumbledore raised his hand and tapped the air.

A small mirror flew over.

He uttered a spell over it.

On the mirror, the magic power surged, and the picture would appear without flickering.

In the mirror, an older, kind-looking lady appeared. She was wearing a dark green long-distance running suit, holding a magic wand with a shiny light on the tip of the wand, and she was maintaining a magic spell.

Her voice was also very gentle: "Albus?"

"My dear Heska, how is your situation?" Dumbledore asked.

Heska smiled helplessly: "Everything is fine."

"The snake named Nagini is very quiet and has been staying in the woods."

"It's just that Rita is in charge of the personal monitoring. She can be a bit annoying sometimes, just like a ladybug."

Snape leaned over: "Are you sure no one touched Nagini?"

"Or some other creature approaching?"

Heska nodded: "Professor Snape, are you there? Of course, I'm sure."

"My spells are alright."

"No one has come here during this period of time, and besides Nagini, I have used magic to count the snakes in the forest, and no new snakes have come here during this period of time."

That's what Harry specifically ordered.

Snake Laoqiang can completely transmit messages through snakes.

Even if Voldemort is not resurrected, the Horcrux can recover part of its wisdom after receiving some sacrifices.

Snape didn't speak.

"Thanks for your hard work, Heska." Dumbledore said softly.

Hesjia was angry: "If you think I'm working hard, then let other people come to help me as soon as possible."

"Rita's Charms level is terrible, she also told me that she got an 'E' in Owls in Charms, but I don't think she even has an A level."

Dumbledore coughed twice: "Of course, I will."

"Gideon and Fabian are a little busy at work, and they will probably be able to spare some time in a week."

"Dedalus has time."

Heska was very pleased with the first two names.

Those were two reliable wizards, Molly Weasley's older brothers, and they were as mature and steady as Molly.

But when she heard the last name, her face changed suddenly.

"No, Albus." She shook her head quickly, with a serious tone, "Don't, if it's him, it's better to let Sirius come, anyway, he has become a lot more reliable now."

Dedalus was once a "brainless" as famous as Sirius.

but now.
Sirius has been reborn and is recognized as having a brain. Although the breath of a big boy is very strong-this may be related to the fact that he has never been in a relationship, but at least he is willing to open his head to think, and he can listen to others dissuade.

Only De Dalo, as always, remains unchanged in sincerity.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Sirius can't."

"But Remus can, how about letting him help you now?"

Heska nodded, a little rejoicing: "Great, Albus, you can still recommend some reliable helpers."

They talked for a while, cut off the communication.

Dumbledore looked up and looked at Snape: "How about it, Severus, you can rest assured now."

"Harry counted everything."

"Even counting such trivial things as Nagini, how could he not prepare himself."

As he spoke, he paused slightly: "And, Severus, we all know that Harry has lived in that world longer than Hogwarts. He is very experienced."

"Even Mr. Geralt, who was my age, said that Harry is a mature and stable witcher."

"Harry will be fine."

"Albus." Snape's voice was cold and stiff, "As I said, I don't care about that stupid fellow Potter."

"I will try to contact Crouch more to see if I can deceive the identity and whereabouts of the last person."

"Or, does the Dark Lord have any more Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore snickered.

It wasn't often that Snape had to be so blunt about himself being a little better.

He glared at Dumbledore viciously, then shook his sleeves and left.

If it weren't for the fact that the professor has no authority to deduct points from the headmaster, he would have said "Albus Dumbledore, I'm going to deduct fifty points from you for your boring, disgusting speculation!"

At this moment.

He thought of Potter better.

After all, in the entire Hogwarts, he is the only one who can confine Principal Dumbledore.

In the wizarding world, the dark tide is surging.

in another world.

After a day's journey, Harry and Hermione finally arrived at the border post before night fell.

It is different from the sparse wilderness along the way.

There are more traces of human activities here.

Hermione also saw the most famous scenery in this world - the dead tree hanging from the dead.

Some are already air-dried.

Some had just died, surrounded by flies and insects, and had a pungent, headache-inducing stench.

Outside the outpost, there was a large group of people.

They curled up around their carriage, as if it was a temporary shelter.

The road was blocked and narrow.

Harry and Hermione had to dismount and walk to the bridge guarded by the sentry.

The darkness made it difficult to see their faces clearly.

But the delicate and gorgeous robes and the youthful and innocent temperament cannot be concealed by the drowsy twilight.

The moment he almost got off his horse, a large group of refugees rushed over.

(End of this chapter)