[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

The white barrier sliced ​​through the black smoke like an entity, and at the same time blocked the opposite view.Harry knew how he explained the problem of the Patronus, it was a big shield, but this shield was more complicated than he imagined, and it was even more difficult to control, so the state presented was an almost materialized barrier.

The black smoke was cut, and Harry looked at the Death Eaters who cast the Death Curse around him, his eyes narrowed.

And when the light appeared before Harry's eyes again, there was an anxious face in front of him, "Draco? Why are you here? Where's Moody?"

"Moody hasn't found it yet." Draco pursed his lips, "You are under the influence of Voldemort, please rest first."

"Why didn't you find it?" Harry sat up, "He's right there."

Harry remembered that Moody stood in front of him after he was attacked by Voldemort.

"Rest first," Draco held up Harry's right arm to show Harry, "What you need now is to recover quickly."

Almost carbonized arm, Harry looked at the rotting palm and root-like skin, "Is that the curse?"

"Yes." Draco looked at Harry. "Your own body can resist the curse. Before you woke up, your arm was back to the elbow."

"But you must rest well, lest you cause a violent reaction like last time." Draco stepped aside and handed Harry a decayed mask. "This is Voldemort who is fighting you. It's just a puppet."

Looking at the mask, Harry's eyes changed, "This is my mask. It's not Voldemort that we're fighting, but myself."

"What?" Draco looked at Harry in surprise, and when he was about to speak, the door of the ward was opened. Kingsley led someone in, and asked immediately after seeing Harry awake, "What did you see? Why are you standing there?" Earth? What did Voldemort do to you?"

"Moody, did you find it?" Harry looked at Kingsley. "He escaped, so Moody is all right?"

"Moody is in a coma and just woke up." Kingsley calmed down a little, and asked Harry again, "What did you see?"

Harry handed him the mask in his hand, raised his right arm again, and said lightly, "Fear."

Harry has experienced the curse to protect the Horcrux twice, but this time, he stepped directly into it. "Have all the people who followed us come back?"

"It's back." Kingsley looked at Harry, and added, "The injury is not serious. They said that the barrier you put up is very useful, and most of the attacks were blocked by you and Moody."

"It's also because it ended too quickly." Harry lowered his eyes slightly: "When I came back, was there any obvious wound on my arm?"

"Like a charcoal, even if there is one, you can't see clearly." Draco knew what Harry was worried about. "Cursed blood may not work."

"He won't give himself this risk." Harry smiled, the stiffness of his right arm made him unable to adapt, he could only say: "Kingsley, Mr. Weasley, can you help me, and say thank you to Moody ?”

"Why don't you come and tell me yourself?" Moody's footsteps appeared at the door. Although his face was pale, he looked in good spirits.

"It's better to be able to say it face to face." Harry put his right arm under the bed, but he gave up again when he saw Moody's magic eye.

"Have a good rest, boy." Moody left with a straight face, and Harry squinted and smiled, "You too."

Kingsley hesitated for a moment, picked up the mask and asked, "Can the source of this mask be traced?"

"This is a mask made by a court craftsman seven years ago. It was used for a ball. There is nothing to check." Harry pursed his lips and leaned back, looking sleepy.

Kingsley was obviously dissatisfied with Harry's failure to report. He was about to continue when he heard someone calling at the door. As a last resort, he had to go out again with two Aurors, and the two Aurors were left behind. The door of Lee's ward.

Draco sat next to Harry's bed, "What did you just say?"

"I said, it's probably just me who we're fighting." Harry looked at the bark-like skin that had fallen off his forearm again, took a deep breath and said, "We may have stepped into a fantasy as soon as we passed, and Voldemort just had to stand outside and watch us fight imaginary enemies, interfering here and there, or he wasn't there at all."

"Is there anything to prove it? I mean, to prove that he was there?" Draco looked at the inexplicably talkative Harry, knowing that his mind was in a mess.

"I told him that Newgarmond is mine, and if he was there, he would find someone to confirm it." Harry smiled wryly at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his arms to hug Draco, "Let me hug you."

"Hey, let's get down to business." Draco's mouth curled up, and hearing Harry's flustered heartbeat, he whispered, "Brave."

"I saw you leave me twice, this time, it has more influence than last time." Harry put his chin on top of Draco's head, "I regret it, from now on, I will take you everywhere .”

"Are you sure I want to go with you?" Draco raised his head and looked at the narcissistic savior with raised eyebrows.

"I'll tie you up if I don't go." Harry squinted and smiled, holding Draco tightly with one hand, closing his eyes, he didn't think about anything now, even though Voldemort wanted to kill him directly.

Harry recuperated in St. Mungo's for two days. The doctors didn't know why Harry's body was able to resist the curse. After confirming that he was fine, they put him back.

"Fortunately, nothing was delayed." Harry sat at home on Oak Street, looking at the people who cared about him in front of him, his barely maintained smile seemed to be seen through, Harry pursed the corners of his mouth and put it down, "Sorry, let me Everyone is worried."

"Although it's not the first time, but this time you have the best attitude." Roland leaned against the corner, tsk-tsk.Harry was almost discouraged by his words, but what he had to admit was that this time, he was really scared. In the past, even in missions, no one would care about the fallen companion. , and it was Moody, he never gave anything to someone, the emotions Harry felt when Moody stood in front of him, besides being shocked, was also a little funny, to his former self, to his former self mistrust and exploit.

"Harry, how do you feel now?" Sirius looked at Roland, although he agreed, but could he really say this?

"I think, I might be absent from Draco's birthday party—yes, no, no, with gloves." Harry smiled and took Draco's hand, shaking his head helplessly, the relationship had already been exposed There is no need for the two of them to hide.

"Harry, what are you going to do with the rest of them?" Cedric looked at Harry. "They're still waiting for an explanation."

"Where's Fudge?" Draco raised his eyebrows, "Shouldn't he solve this kind of thing?"

"Fudge didn't want to admit that Voldemort had returned, so he only said that those people were attacked by basilisks. These explanations were obviously not accepted by the family." Hermione sighed. She and Pansy didn't know these things until later. It was too late, thinking this way, Hermione looked at Harry who had kept them secret.Harry shrank his neck timidly.

"Why didn't you accept it? Because you didn't catch the basilisk?" Roland twitched his lips, "Why don't you—"

"Roland—" Harry said in a long voice, "Either listen, or leave."

"Are you treating me ruthlessly like this?" Roland held his chest, looking pitiful, and he had to say that when he made such an expression on his face, he could soften the hearts of all women and some men.But it didn't include Harry. Harry knew that he had been staying in London all this time, but he didn't know what he was doing. Anyway, it had nothing to do with him.

"Don't you have something else to do?" Harry blinked, with an expression that I was doing it for your own good, but Harry was actually curious, what was Roland doing?

"It doesn't matter anymore." Roland waved his hand indifferently and said, "What are you going to do?"

Harry rubbed his head, "Since Fudge doesn't admit it, let him not admit it."

"Harry!"

"Harry, you—"

"Not very suitable."

"Everyone, listen to me." Harry smiled and said, "Now that the World Cup will be held soon, it is not suitable for big news, and low-key handling is the last thing Voldemort wants."

"He's quite vain." Harry blinked. "He will definitely do something in the World Cup, and we can force Fudge to admit it during the World Cup. There's nothing wrong with showing weakness first."

"What about those family members? There are still not enough people found in Little Hanton Village. Obviously some people will never come back." Cedric mentioned those missing people again, and now they can be confirmed dead.

"Give it to Dumbledore." Harry smiled: "Didn't Fudge like to ask Dumbledore for help before? Let him pick it up again."

"Dumbledore? He will tell the truth just like you." Hermione frowned. "He cares about the overall situation, and he will ask for the security of the World Cup. His precautions will make Voldemort vigilant."

"Wouldn't it be nice to make Voldemort so vigilant that he doesn't dare to make trouble?" Neville looked at the people around him, "At least everyone can have a safe World Cup."

"Actually, there is one more thing that has been finalized." Sirius touched his nose, "I wanted to give you a surprise, but the current situation looks like this, next school year, there will be a grand competition."

"Triwizard Tournament." Sirius looked at the man whose expression had changed, and knew that it was really not suitable for any important matters at this time.

"Wait, why didn't this Karkaroff tell me?" Harry was a little puzzled for a moment, but—"Go on."

"In fact, this matter has been prepared since the Crouch incident. The Ministry of Magic needs to re-establish its image, and the restart of the top three has been proposed a few years ago, so it has already entered the discussion when I took over. In particular, because of the influence of Grindelwald, the German Ministry of Magic finally voted in favor." Sirius looked around, "Until Voldemort returns, no one will think that there is any problem with this matter."

Indeed, Harry sighed, burying his face in his hands, "Very well, Voldemort has one more choice."

"This may be bigger than the World Cup." Draco touched his chin, "Why don't you let Dumbledore make a mistake?"

"Better not to target Dumbledore, okay?" Ron looked at Draco. "We all trust him."