HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Only what you control in your own hands is a sharp weapon, otherwise it will just be a dark sword stabbing you at any time.

"To make Potter available to the master, all you need to do is send Potter to the master."

Tom pondered, did the main soul find a way? He was curious.

"Do you have more details? I have to think about how to do it." Tom looked at little Barty and asked tentatively.

"I'm not sure. I didn't get to chat with the master for a few more words..." Little Barty glanced at Tom secretly and considered.

Tom nodded, "Okay, you can leave Hogwarts today. The Ministry of Magic has sent dementors to Hogwarts these days. I'm afraid you can't hide it anymore. Leave the rest to me... That’s it.”

"Yes, Master."

"You don't have to tell them, I'm enough for you." Tom raised his eyebrows. He still didn't know how many subordinates the main soul had, "How many companions have you recognized?"

"Not yet," little Barty gritted his teeth at the thought, "They are all a group of cowardly cowards who are afraid of getting into trouble. Whenever something happens to their master, they rush to get out of the way, for fear of being implicated - there is Karkaroff in the school, and the one who was raped by Deng I have no contact with Snape who was released on bail by Blido."

"What about outside school?" Tom asked pretending to be casual.

"Outside of school, most of the purebloods are... However, there are also a lot of people who are unwilling to return - of course, as long as the master is resurrected, they will come back, even if they are unwilling to come back." Little Barty quickly added.

Tom said calmly, "Yeah, I understand, you go first."

"Yes."

Little Barty failed to complete the task and complained to himself for a long time, but since the young master was willing to take over this mess, he was secretly relieved. However, the young master's temper was a bit too good...

The culprit who hindered his work - the girl who resisted Avada Kedavra's life - seemed to have a close relationship with the young master, "Master... that girl and you that day were..."

"Just take care of yourself, don't trust your life here." Tom warned with a cold face.

Little Barty concentrated his attention, this is the master, "Yes!"

After seeing off little Barty, Tom glanced at the Quidditch pitch, which had now been transformed into a maze. Tom averted his eyes and left the Forbidden Forest.

……

In the principal's office, Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, drinking tea.

Opposite him, Minister Fudge was a little angry. The portraits in the principal's office had their eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping. Fudge had no choice but to lower his voice, "This is just Barty's plan. It does not mean that that person will come back, nor does it mean that others will come back." There is movement among the Death Eaters - there is no need to announce it, Mr. Crouch has recovered a lot now!"

"What you said is a little too naive, Cornelius." Dumbledore said seriously.

"No matter what you say, this just proves that the mastermind of the Quidditch World Cup was Barty Crouch Jr. As long as he is captured, the wizarding world will become safe and peaceful again." Fudge whispered, not knowing Do you believe this?

"..." Dumbledore was speechless. You can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep. In the past few days, Fudge came to him many times, and each time it was nothing more than these few words.

After sending Fudge away, Dumbledore came to the window, looked at the moon in the sky, and sighed softly for a long time.

"Oh, is that annoying guy gone?" A portrait suddenly spoke, and the rest of the portraits also became lively.

"I finally left. I already disliked him."

"It's just that I don't even bother to open my eyes to look at him. This is a kind of pollution."

"...Albus." Dumbledore turned around. A hanging portrait had an unclear meaning. "The portrait on the third floor has noticed some movement recently. You'd better listen to what they have to say."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and nodded slightly, "I will."

"On the road, you will have a direction as you walk. Even if you suffer heavy losses along the way, there will always be a good result."

The portrait closed its eyes and Dumbledore walked out of the office.

……

The castle has fallen asleep, and the portraits in the corridors on the third floor are empty.

Dumbledore touched the wall, and suddenly Sir Cadogan jumped out.

Dumbledore was not frightened. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Sir Cadogan, if you don't sleep on the eighth floor, why are you here?"

"I want to defend Hogwarts!" Sir Cadogan waved his sword, holding a pony beside him, fully armed.

"Sir Cadogan, what did you find?" Dumbledore asked.

"There is a person who is almost a soul - an unknown man, who has sneaked into Hogwarts! Still here -" Sir Cadogan pointed to the place next to Dumbledore with his sword, "here with a The blonde girl makes love to me."

"An unknown man... almost a soul?" Dumbledore frowned and asked gently, "So, Sir Cadogan, do you know who that blond girl is?"

"A Slytherin," Sir Cadogan said indignantly. "She is beautiful, but I still don't like her because she definitely brings danger to Hogwarts!"

"..." When Dumbledore heard these words, he subconsciously thought of Avro Greengrass. He looked serious and nodded to Sir Cadogan in thanks.

Sir Cadogan patted his chest, "I will take my pony and go all out to turn the tide! Go, go, go!"

Sir Cadogan's voice echoed in the quiet Hogwarts, and some portraits were woken up and cursed him in low voices. As he spoke, he mounted his pony and left the empty portrait.

Dumbledore sighed slightly and rubbed his temples. He needed to store his memory in the pensieve and think about it carefully.

This is for tomorrow, it's too late today.

……

Avro had a vague feeling that things were about to get out of control, which was what she hated the most.

She cut off the connection between the two and couldn't help repairing Tom's body.

Tom sat next to her, holding his chin and watching her read the letter.

"You are sitting in the owl loft so openly. If someone comes, neither of us can escape." Avro said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, I'm more sensitive." Tom said casually.

"...That word is called keenness." Aphra sighed. After reading Percy's reply, she tucked the letter into her book. When she looked up again, Tom was gone.

?

Avro stood up blankly, the door of the owl loft was pushed open, and Dumbledore stood in front of her.

……

Well done, Tom, well done.

Avro twitched the corner of her mouth, her expression unbearable. She said hello to Dumbledore obediently, "Good morning, Principal Dumbledore."

Dumbledore could feel that there had been other souls here. Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and said, "Maybe I, an old man, will be lucky enough to talk to Miss Greengrass?"