[HP] Similar but different

Harry returned to school the old way.This time, Hermione was still waiting by his bed, but it was completely different from last time, he was hugged tightly by her as soon as he showed half of his body. "It's a good thing you're all right, Harry!" she almost cried, "otherwise I wouldn't know what to do!"

Harry didn't know where to put his hands, and looked at Ron reflexively, and found that Ron was also embarrassed. "She didn't want to go first," he explained, scratching his head. "After you threw the invisibility cloak over, I told her that we would only cause you trouble if we stayed... Then we took a detour, and Hermione Just use the Patronus to report to the Order of the Phoenix...they rescued you? So fast?"

"No," Harry shook his head, "but I think Kingsley should have already reported to them and told them that I'm fine-the person Malfoy went to meet was Bedwell, that is, Barty Crouch Jr. .”

"--what?!" Ron and Hermione yelled in unison, astonished.

"What's the matter with Kingsley?" Hermione asked immediately, she had already let go of her hands.

Harry shrugged and crawled out from the passageway, shaking the snowflakes off his body. "Little Crouch asked me a few questions, and then called four Aurors, including Kingsley."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and then Ron said, "Harry, I'm going to be confused by you - Bedivere is little Crouch, then he is really a Death Eater, and knows that Kingsley is Our people, right? Are you saying that Crouch Jr. not only arrested Wormtail in front of a large number of Death Eaters, but also let the Order of the Phoenix handle the follow-up?" He waved his hands wildly, "Isn't that Are you alive?"

Harry also thought it was pretty weird.He sat down at the head of the bed and began to explain in detail.Ron and Hermione grew more astonished when Crouch Jr. asked Mr. Malfoy why Wormtail was in his house; when it came to Harry's claim that he followed the cat to find the mouse, the two had mixed reactions.

"Crookshanks..." Hermione covered her eyes, as if moaning. "It's a shame you could still think of it at that time..."

Ron was not too pleased. "Why are you speaking for Malfoy, Harry?" He frowned. "Don't they deserve a lesson?"

"I didn't speak for them," Harry denied. "I just thought it had nothing to do with them... They might have done me a favor, whether it was on purpose or not."

Ron pursed his lips angrily and fell silent.

But Hermione started looking at Harry tearfully again, as if thinking he had done something noble and great.Harry couldn't bear it anymore, so he quickly changed the subject: "This matter is still too strange, I doubt Voldemort knew about it long ago."

Mentioning the Dark Lord, Hermione immediately wiped her eyes. "Crouch Jr. couldn't have done that without instructions?"

Harry nodded. "Before Voldemort regained his body, Crouch Jr. sneaked into the school as a spy without hesitation - under Dumbledore's nose, he was not found for a whole year. He was undoubtedly devoted to Voldemort and would never Possibly disobedient to Voldemort."

Ron temporarily forgot the dissatisfaction just now. "Even if Little Crouch's actions were approved by the mysterious man, why did the mysterious man want to hand over Wormtail to the Aurors? It doesn't make sense at all!"

"It's as unreasonable as the death eater's rumor that Wormtail will become a knight." Seeing that Ron and Hermione looked at him suspiciously, Harry realized that he hadn't told them the news he overheard at the banquet.Then he talked about it in general, but skipped the part about Godric's Hollow.

"'If you can't talk about loyalty, how can you be a knight?'" Hermione repeated, thoughtfully. "It sounds like loyalty is a basic prerequisite for being a knight. If this is true, Wormtail obviously doesn't want to be a knight." Meet the criteria."

"I think so too." Harry agreed. "According to that Selvin, the news that Wormtail became a knight was spread by Voldemort with tacit consent, but there is something inside."

The three couldn't help looking at each other. "But what on earth is he trying to do?" Ron was completely bewildered.

"If I were Malfoy, I wouldn't believe it either," said Hermione, biting her lip lightly. "It's very likely that You-Know-Who really didn't intend to make Wormtail a knight; but he still released the news, Obviously there are other purposes. In addition, Malfoy can not be called a die-hard fan of You-Know-Who, and it is impossible for Crouch Jr. to have a good personal relationship with him; this means that Crouch Jr. may have come here uninvited of."

Harry opened his eyes wide. "That would certainly explain why little Crouch was an hour late," he mused desperately, "so why did he go to Malfoy Manor? Unless he..."

"Unless he foresees someone trying to do something to Wormtail?" Ron took up Harry's words, his face pale.

There was a terrible silence in the dormitory.

It took a long time for Hermione to retort weakly: "Impossible! I guarantee that no one will know our plan, and no one will follow us!"

Harry patted the back of Hermione's hand reassuringly. "I believe you. But it's a fact that Wormtail is hiding in Malfoy Manor, and whoever wants to catch him has to go in first. Little Crouch probably knows as much as we do that today is the best time."

"According to this, the mysterious man released the very controversial news that Wormtail will become a knight, just to push Wormtail to the forefront—for example, to let the Order of the Phoenix or us know where he is?" After realizing that On behalf of the meaning, Hermione's face also turned pale. "What the hell did Wormtail do so that You-Know-Who..."

Not hesitate to expose him on purpose, almost equal to wanting him to die?

Harry had never seen it so clearly that Voldemort was still Voldemort, as cruel as ever; but there was something about Voldemort that wasn't Voldemort either—

There are thousands of ways to get rid of Wormtail; why did Voldemort make such trouble?

Harry suddenly had a guess that made his heart beat faster, but he couldn't be sure.The thought of seeing the Dark Lord right away almost made him fidget.But at this moment, the door suddenly opened with a bang, and all three of them stood up in fright.

Professor McGonagall stood outside with a serious expression on his face. "I just received news that the three of you have done something great." She looked around, "No matter how you left the school, you are not allowed to go anywhere until the principal returns."

The three nodded quickly.

"The Ministry of Magic has restarted the investigation of Peter Pedro and the street bombing, and a new trial will be held after sufficient evidence is collected." Professor McGonagall said, "As the one who was caught—" She seemed to be blaming, but she couldn't hide her appreciation in her eyes, "You need to prepare your testimony, Mr. Potter. Regarding the school's protection issues, the principal said that he is responsible for answering."

Harry felt guilty for having to ask Dumbledore again to help him clean up the mess. "Okay, I know."

"The news will spread soon, and you have to be prepared." Professor McGonagall said finally, "Stay well in the tower, and I will have dinner brought up."

The three continued to nod like chicken pecking at rice.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at them one by one. "And don't try to contact anyone suspicious," she added, her tone slowing as she closed the door. "You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future."

It sounded out of place, but Harry cheered silently inside.As soon as the door closed, the three hugged excitedly.

**

later in the day.

Above the vast swamp, the fog lingers all year round.They were damper and colder because of the nightfall.Suddenly, a dazzling, zig-zag white light broke through the fog, and Dumbledore landed with it.

He has been traveling for many days in order to find a lair that must exist.However, in the afternoon, he saw two familiar Patronuses successively, and learned about the actions of Harry, Ron and Hermione.

This was both unexpected and expected.Dumbledore had to revise his plans, intending to return to England after checking nearby locations.He had a sense of Voldemort's deep intentions in doing so, and he was almost certain that the matter was a foregone conclusion: Wormtail would not be able to effectively accuse Voldemort, or even any Death Eaters, and Sirius would be free...

Thinking of this, Dumbledore raised his arms.New white light streamed out from the tip of the elderwood staff, soft and bright, directly dispelling the mist that obscured his vision, and also illuminating his long gray hair and long curved nose——

He was in a large black swamp.No woods, no bushes, not even moss, let alone the noise of animals.He didn't see any buildings either, but he was more concerned about the deathly silence here.

If he's not mistaken...

Dumbledore's eyes sharpened.He took a few steps, and the dirt on the ground turned into solid rock, so every step was loud and heavy.A dull rumbling sound swayed from under his feet, not to the surroundings, but directly below.With a flick of his wand, the white lights flew upwards, suspended in mid-air.He pointed his wand at the ground instead, and spoke the spell silently.

Soon, with him as the center, the ground cracked open.The frozen soil was falling apart, and the opening was getting bigger and bigger; the bottom was so dark that it seemed to absorb any visible light.At first, there was no movement in the darkness; slowly, the sound of something swimming in the water was heard, and there was also a vague buzzing sound, which seemed distant and near, making it difficult to judge.

Several deep lines appeared between Dumbledore's brows.He stared intently at the nearest crack for a second, two seconds—

Whoa!

With the sound of huge water splashes, countless wet and pale arms climbed onto the land at the same time.Among them, some have overgrown hair, some have big and stubby palms, and some even have sharp and thick nails... No matter how you look at it, they don't all belong to humans.

Shock flashed in Dumbledore's eyes behind the half-moon lenses.He looked around and noticed that all the big openings were surrounded by Inferi arms, which were surprisingly uniform.

"Come alone? Even you are too arrogant, Dumbledore."

A cold sentence suddenly floated from above, and Dumbledore immediately looked up.

A black-robed wizard was floating there out of nowhere, his expression blurred by the drooping hood.Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere and lifted his wide robe sleeves.The tip of the yew wand was exposed, and with it a dim gleam in his left hand.

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