Chapter 417： Thrilling cold night

"Harry, Harry! What happened to you?"

Harry panted hard and heard a familiar voice in his ear. He barely opened his eyes and saw two vague, concerned faces, Ron and Neville. They looked terrified, stretched out their arms at a loss, and Harry found that he didn't know when he fell off the bed and was lying on the cold floor.

"I'm okay, Ron, and Neville, thanks." Harry said, and he saw Seamus and Dean look up from the bed in a daze, "I'm okay..." he said emphatically.

"You don't look okay," Ron said.

"I...oh, I just have scars...it's old problems." Harry faltered and got up from the ground. Ron took his eyes to him. After Harry put them on, the environment in the room changed. Be clear.

Neville was holding a magic lamp. The light was not dazzling, but it made Harry feel dizzy. He seemed to be back in the real dream. He was sitting on a chair and talking to someone...but That doesn't seem to be him, he is not that fragile, and he needs to be fed even to drink medicine...

He tried his best to immerse himself in it. The feeling was too real. The sticky potion slid down his throat into the esophagus like ice cubes, and then dumped in his stomach...

"Are you sick, Harry?" Seamus looked at him in horror. "I think you need to go to the school hospital."

The scenery in the dream seems to be far away from him, no, it can't be like this... Harry thought, he made an excuse for himself: "I'm going to the bathroom... Don't worry, I'm fine..." He stumbled out in his pajamas .

"I'm going to see Harry, you can go to sleep." Ron thought for a while, Neville handed Ron his little lion magic lamp, "Oh, thank you, Neville. Harry should have a nightmare, go Wash your face in the bathroom..."

Ron explained, leaving the dormitory behind Harry.

After he went out, he didn't see anyone in the direction of the door. He scanned for a week and, as expected, saw Harry in the familiar spot in the corner of the lounge. He was sitting on the golden red armchair with his head up. , Rubbing his forehead with one hand, covering his chest with the other, frowning.

Harry tried desperately to remember, pretending to be still in that dark room, trying to remember the smell of the slimy potion, it was so disgusting, it was even more so than a pot of overcooked toad soup. People are nauseous... He is very angry. Something has messed up. He mentioned someone’s son, who was there, serving him silently. It’s really bad... No, that’s not him, it should be Voldemort. Sirius analyzed it for himself, and it should be the cause of the scar on his head. Dumbledore also explained it in the first grade...

Voldemort was very weak and needed to drink the medicine without interruption. Harry sincerely hoped that the medicine would be harder to drink... But, Voldemort has a body, good news... Voldemort was attacked, but he reacted quickly. , Blocked that... black lightning? So familiar... it's Professor Haipu! How did he appear? Did he get a clue to Voldemort from one of his many dancing partners?

Harry put aside this unreliable idea, he had to recall more details... After a few words, Voldemort asked one person to go first, who was it? The one who was scolded? Harry couldn't remember the name, but he knew it was the three-syllable pronunciation... Professor Haipu used powerful fire magic, unlike Hermione's, it was a white flame... They continued the conversation, Harry Shaking his head, he couldn't remember clearly, his mind was like a sink with the plug unplugged, and the details in his dream kept leaking...

They mentioned Professor Dumbledore, hypocrisy? There was a surge of anger in Harry, but he quickly became nervous. He knew what happened next. The impression was so deep that he almost thought he was dead in his dream... Professor Haipu condensed a long flame. The sword pierced his chest, and he wailed desperately...No, I made a mistake again. It was Voldemort, not himself.

Harry thought cheerfully. Professor Haipu began to attack, countless brilliant magic flashes... Voldemort floated in the air, laughing at Professor Haipu's useless work... But Harry realized that kind of hatred, Voldemort's malice was too strong, never As relaxed as he showed... Harry seemed to have taken Voldemort's perspective, not dreaming, but what was happening at this moment!

Did I get into Voldemort's mind? Harry thought with excitement and horror. He closed his eyes tightly. He seemed to be floating in the clouds, moving forward fast. The night blurred everything around him. Then a dazzling silver light lit him up and flew to He approached, it was a silver phoenix, like Fox, and he found himself gritted his teeth and shouted: "Dumbledore!"

Immediately he plunged into the ground, shuttled continuously among the black soil and brown rocks. He had to race against time. There was a very important thing to do. He broke into a basement and was attached to a hapless mouse. , The mouse screamed several times, and when he opened it again, his eyes had turned blood red. It climbed onto a table and touched some mechanism. A brilliant purple light exploded in the air. The mouse flew more than ten feet and hit the wall, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Then Voldemort's phantom floated out of the mouse's corpse. He stood there quietly without any sound, but Harry still felt a heavy depression...

Harry opened his eyes, and Ron was sitting across from him, looking at him with a complicated expression, "You dreamed of that person again, didn't you?"

Harry took a deep breath and said affirmatively: "Voldemort notified his spies in the school."

"What?" Ron looked at him in surprise. "Man, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know!" Harry let his tone be as calm as possible, "I know, of course I know..." He suddenly stood up and circled in the lounge, "Voldemort lacks manpower, he can't lose his castle. Servants...Professor Haipu and Principal Dumbledore launched a surprise attack and did a good job!" He slapped his chin.

Ron looked at him worriedly.

"But Voldemort has a way to get in touch with the spy in the castle, that... the guy who threw our name into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry thought, his thoughts became clearer and clearer, "He has lost his body again, if he loses the only one Servant, all his previous plans have been lost, so he activated the emergency contact method..."

Harry stopped abruptly and looked at Ron with scorching eyes. He said excitedly, "Do you know what we are going to do now?"

"Sue, tell the professor?" Ron stammered.

"Half right, give me the wand!" He said to Ron, who brought him and Harry's wand when he came out.

Ron handed Harry the wand reluctantly.

Harry held up his wand and pointed in the direction of the dormitory: "The map of live spot is flying! The invisibility cloak is flying!" They heard the sound of the box suddenly popping, Neville's scream, and then quietly waited for a few seconds-

"Whizzing!"

Two air-breaking sounds flew, and Harry quickly grasped the map and the invisibility cloak.

Ron pursed his lips and swallowed. He watched Harry spread the map of the spot and searched, "Hurry up...it must be, if I guess right..." Harry said.

"What are you looking for?" Ron lay on the table, staring at the dense names on it.

"Don't worry about those immobile names, they must be movable! At this time, either the patrolling professor or the spy who gets news and wants to escape!"

Ron hurriedly lowered his head to help find it.

"It's moving, it's moving... there! Look, there's someone named Eleanor Branstone!" Ron shouted, Harry looked over excitedly, and immediately heard Ron frustrated. Said: "Oh...probably not, she is going to the kitchen."

"Then add one more thing, those running from the castle, focusing on some people who are moving fast but have a pause at the corner of the stairs." Harry said, imagining the escape route of the spy in his own way.

"Good idea." Ron said, and he looked at it for a while, "Pippy is really busy! Would you say that someone has stolen his name, such as name magic or something? Peter Pettigrew knows the map of life. He might tell the mysterious person about this, maybe that person is defensive."

Harry was also very embarrassed. They found more than a dozen moving names, including professors and students, living people and ghosts, and Filch's cat!

He had never realized that the night in the castle was so lively.

"Wait!" Harry said, his eyes lit up. "It's him!"

"Who is it?" Ron looked around, trying to see clearly, but Harry had already pulled him to open the door of the lounge. The fat lady was awakened and just wanted to complain. Harry and Ron were like a gust of wind. Ran far away.

"Reckless young man! Don't think I will open the door for you!" she shouted from behind them.

Harry and Ron quickly went downstairs, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs made a "crack" sound, awakening countless portraits hanging on the wall. But they didn't care, and they stepped three or four steps at a time.

"Who is it?" Ron asked as he stared at the steps below his feet.

"Barty Crouch!"

"The referee of the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron's jaw was almost astonished, and he subconsciously followed Harry up a staircase.

"It's reasonable, isn't it? He is a referee and an official of the Ministry of Magic who organizes the game. He has the opportunity to touch the Goblet of Fire! After the accident, he insisted that the person whose name was pronounced must participate in the game. He took a long vacation afterwards... …So he has a chance to sneak into Hogwarts!"

"But why? He can come here with dignity?" Ron asked, because he was so focused, he almost stepped into the trap of the stairs.

"In that case, he can only show up during the game. There will be countless eyes staring at him." Harry said breathlessly, staring at the survival map. They only took less than a minute to breathe. Rushed to the third floor.

"Strange, Crouch is walking very slowly, and there shouldn't be a way there." Harry looked at the map and said questioningly. "That direction should be Professor Moody's office..."

Ron huffed and caught up with him, "No, anyway...we caught up, didn't we? Put on the invisibility cloak, wait for him to come out, we follow him behind, take the opportunity to attack or warn the passing professor ."

Harry didn't speak, he just stared at the map of survival point and kept analyzing in his mind. Crouch doesn't seem to be walking and dwindling, what is he doing? He had the guts to go undercover at Hogwarts. He should be loyal to Voldemort. Hearing Voldemort's call, he would definitely leave immediately.

but why……

Harry couldn't figure it out. They had come near the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, only seven or eight steps away from the office door. Ron opened his invisibility cloak and covered the two of them.

They stared at the survival map, and the name Barty Crouch coincided with the location of the Defence Against the Dark Arts office. The two looked at each other in amazement, "He is going to attack Professor Moody? Why?" Ron asked inexplicably.

Harry held his breath, the name that belonged to Professor Moody was still motionless, and should be lying in bed to sleep. Ron also realized this, and he murmured anxiously, "Get up, you are the greatest Auror, it's just a matter of chanting the heartbreaking curse on us."

Harry dragged Ron forward a few steps and pressed his head against the door. They heard a "click, click", like the sound of a armor lacking lubricant forcibly moving.

The names belonging to Moody's on the map remained motionless.

"How to do?"

Ron asked with his magic wand. On the map of the point of life, Barty Crouch walked through the office and stood at the door of the bedroom. There was no doubt that no matter how he appeared, he definitely wanted to do something to Professor Moody.

"Don't go out yet!" Harry said to Ron.

"what?"

Harry suddenly lifted the invisibility cloak, raised his wand, and said aloud: "Fall to pieces!" The office door suddenly exploded. The loud noise shocked the people inside, and Barty Crouch Jr. turned his head back in horror.

"Except your weapon!" Harry chanted a spell, and the spell like a laser beam collided with Barty Crouch Jr.'s shield, sparks flying everywhere.

"It's you? It's you! Potter, you came right in time!" shouted Barty Crouch Jr.

Harry was at a loss for a moment, who is this person? Why do you wear Mr. Batty Crouch's name? But he had no time to think about it. He was trying his best to maintain the spell, but Barty Crouch Jr. was not weak at all. His iron armor curse blocked this powerful disarming curse. On the contrary, he was working on Harry's magic. Close step by step.

Through the vague barrier, Barty Crouch Jr. stared at Harry with greed, "Potter, no, Harry, I'm Professor Moody, I taught you, have you forgotten? Come with me, I will take you to see the Dark Lord..."

"You are not Professor Moody!" Harry retorted loudly.

"You saw two Moody's, one of them is me," Barty Crouch Jr. grinned. "The trash of Peter Pettigrew is somewhat useful. He told me the secret to the map. Of course I know how dangerous the list of warriors is on the day when the list is announced. What if Dumbledore suspects me? I am the only hope of the Dark Lord, the only hope of resurrection! I must be cautious enough to stay vigilant at all times... this sentence That’s true, the Dark Lord is attached to me—I am willing to do that—modifying Moody’s memory. It’s a success, isn’t it?”

Harry gritted his teeth and couldn't believe what he said. "Are you the Death Eater who ran away?"

"Yes, it's me. Stop struggling, Harry, I only need half a minute—"

"Whoo!"

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Ron suddenly poked his head out of the invisibility cloak, and chanted in the direction of Barty Crouch Jr., a magic rope passing almost against the ground, wrapped around his calf. Harry took the opportunity to increase the output of the magic power, Barty Crouch Jr. stumbled back, tripped over the big box, and disappeared behind the box.

Harry's spell hit a pile of glassware in the office with a clear cracking sound, and he caught a glimpse of a glass speculum being smashed to pieces.

"Faint!" "Faint!"

Harry and Ron seized this opportunity and attacked again and again, but the spell only hit the open box with a dull sound. Harry was about to rush forward regardless, he saw Barty Crouch Jr. fell on the ground, not by a spell, but by tripping.

He must seize the opportunity...

At this time, the rope on Barty Crouch Jr. turned into a big snake, blocking a cutting curse and an obstacle curse. He hurriedly glanced around, and his gaze fell on a mirror-like thing hanging on the office wall. ——There are many dark figures dangling and vague, but at this moment, the people in the mirror are getting clearer and clearer, and you can see their clear outlines. They were two people, one with a long beard, the other with brisk footsteps, looking very young...

"Hiss~"

Barty Crouch Jr.'s entire face was distorted. He suddenly rolled over and rolled into the big box. Harry was about to chase him. He stuck out half of his wand from the box. The tip of the wand was shining bright red.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in his ears, and Harry was swept away by the huge shock wave, and Ron, along with him, slammed into the wall in the corridor. Harry felt all bones broken, and Ron was miserable. He was groaned in pain when he was hit by a large rock in his leg.

Harry looked at the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, where half of the wall collapsed, a big hole in the ceiling, and dust everywhere.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Harry coughed from choking. He looked at Ron. Ron's face was pale and his moaning was much weaker. Harry sat up, leaning against the wall, and raised his wand weakly: "Quick recovery--cough cough cough cough! Quickly--"

"Quickly healed," said a voice.

Harry raised his head and exclaimed in surprise, "Professor Dumbledore!" In the smoke and dust, his shadow was exactly the same as the one seen in the mirror before. He looked aside and another figure appeared in the mirror. "Professor Haipu!"

"Well," Felix nodded at him, threw a few healing spells, tilted his head to one side, and looked at the ruins in front of him, "The Defence Against the Dark Arts office is really troublesome..."

He didn't know when he was in the first grade, but since he took the job, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professors have not been well even with their office. In the second grade, Lockhart and Rita Skeeter had an argument in the underground office, causing Lockhart to be under the Forgotten Curse, and it took a few weeks. Lupin and Snape had an argument in the third year, which was completely ruined. The entire office had to be moved to the third floor. Unexpectedly, in the fourth grade, the new office was not retained.

But fortunately, it should be just a simple explosive spell, not as difficult to deal with like black magic. Felix waved his wand, let a piece of stone float, fly to the original position, and let everything return to the original position.

On the other side, Ron's expression softened under the treatment of Dumbledore's spell.

"First, make an emergency, and when the matter is over, you have to go to the school hospital." Dumbledore said.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly thought that there was another person in the office, "Professor, Professor Moody is still inside... he should be cursed! And the spy, the spy who threw our names into the Goblet of Fire, he It's a young man, but the name says it's Barty Crouch..." His expression was confused and puzzled.

"That man is the son of Barty Crouch, little Crouch, with the same name and surname." Felix explained briefly. He took Harry's live spot map, took a look, and said disappointedly: "His name disappeared, he ran away."

When speaking, the office has been restored to its original state-except for those magical items, they are not within the scope of the spell repair.

Dumbledore walked ahead, entered the office, glanced quickly, and came to the bedroom. There is still some distance from the center of the explosion, plus the defensive magic of Hogwarts Castle, the impact was very small. When he opened the door with the unlocking spell, he could see Mudian lying quietly on the bed. Sleep very sweetly.

Although this situation is not normal.

"Such a big movement didn't wake him up..." Ron said quietly to Harry.

Dumbledore leaned over to check Moody's situation. Harry took the opportunity to tell them what had happened before. When he heard that Harry could see Voldemort's movements after waking up, Dumbledore's expression became solemn. How did you see it, Harry? Was it standing high above the scene, or..."

"I am him," Harry said. When this sentence was uttered, he suddenly realized what he had said, his voice became hoarse, and he explained: "I, I got into Voldemort's mind, observed the outside world through his eyes, and felt his anger."

There is something he didn't say. Harry now looks at Dumbledore and Professor Haipu feeling weird, because the emotions that had been brought to Voldemort before, he exploded with amazing hatred of these two men.

The air was uneasyly silent. Harry noticed Professor Haipu's gaze turning around him, and for a moment he thought the professor would say something, but there was nothing, and so did President Dumbledore.

Dumbledore suddenly straightened up and said to those present: "Alastor was not injured physically. As for his memory... Felix, you may need your help."

"No problem, Albus." Felix said solemnly.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Then we need to solve the last question now, how did Barty Crouch Jr. hide in the castle? As far as I know-Felix, have you ever observed Moody?"

"Occasionally I have observed it, not just him, but also some people I think are suspicious." Felix scratched his chin. "It turned out to find nothing, it's weird."

"It's really weird..." Dumbledore stared at the closed big box. "I didn't notice the sign of the unmarkable curse, unless he dug a passage, but unless the principal gave permission, it was impossible for him. Do this amount of work."

"Albus, the unmarkable curse you said reminded me that we all forgot a possibility. Voldemort stood behind little Crouch." Felix said afterwards.

Dumbledore stared at him and said softly, "You mean, the secret room?"

"Just look at it," Felix said. "We only found the entrance to the girls' bathroom, but it's possible that Slytherin has built more than one. Or, Voldemort can point Little Crouch to get through. His nearest pipe..."

They opened the big box, which was dark and stretched downwards. Felix threw a ball of light down and saw a wet pipe at the end.

Dumbledore sighed, "Even if it's me, it's impossible to figure out all the secrets of the castle. Let's go down and have a look. If little Crouch goes in a hurry, there may be unexpected surprises."

Harry gave Ron a meaningful look, and they silently followed the two professors, down the long stairs, and then stood on a wet pipe. Felix motioned Harry to look at a dim little snake symbol on the wall, and Harry suddenly understood that this was the entrance.

He made a "hiss" sound with ease, and said in a snake tongue: "Open." At this moment, a group of green lights lit up from the wet pipe under his feet, and then, they felt light under their feet, and a sense of weightlessness spread. .

Felix waved his hand quickly and cast a layer of floating curse on them, a layer of humanoid iron armor curse, floating lightly on the ground.

Harry touched his face curiously. He felt a thin but tough barrier covering his face. He knew this spell. Professor Haipu's memory in classroom 7 taught them, but he never used it. good.

The pipe was extremely thick, but it was still too small for a person, and they had to lower their bodies, especially for Dumbledore and Felix, who walked very hard.

Felix moved forward slowly, with a strong urge to explode the pipe, but Dumbledore was so old and walked forward with his waist, and he had nothing to complain about.

They walked along the pipe and saw a long track along the way, which was rubbed out by someone while crawling on the ground. Felix could fully imagine how flustered the little Crouch at the time was, completely ignoring any image and crawling away.

Walking some distance in the horizontal direction, they came to the place where the pipes converged. A thick water pipe went straight down. They were very familiar with this road. After all, they had come in two years ago.

Below is the Slytherin Chamber. The secret room is not within the marked range of the live spot map.

"That person... his name is Little Crouch, who has been under our feet for the past few months?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Not always. According to Harry's previous statement, he still likes teaching, but after the night of the Goblet of Fire, he learned to be cautious. Of course, he can't rule out having a drink with three broomsticks when he is bored..."

At this moment, they had entered the secret room and saw the familiar huge statue of Salazar Slytherin. At the foot of the huge statue, there were very obvious signs of life.

Felix picked up a newspaper and glanced at it. "A week ago, his news is not blocked. The previous guess is likely to happen, at least he should occasionally visit his owner with limited mobility."

Harry and Ron stared. The environment in the secret room was very bad. Maybe it was not bad when it was built, but after being abandoned for a thousand years, it has become a part of the sewer circulation system, and the air quality is very bad.

Dumbledore didn't speak. He raised his head and looked over his head. Salazar Slytherin's mouth opened to reveal a dark hole with fluorescence gleaming at the edge, which was the place where the basilisk had hibernated before.

"Let's go in and take a look." Dumbledore said.

Sure enough, something new was discovered here. After the humanoid iron armor curse was unlocked, the snake smell inside was pungent, and Harry and Ron showed disgust and retched.

Felix smiled, "You two should learn some of these spells, the humanoid iron armor curse and the bubble head curse, they all work. You are warriors. Don't forget to improve yourself when you study the golden egg."

Harry and Ron once again wore the humanoid iron armor curse, and thanked the professor duly.

At this time, they found that Dumbledore was looking at a cauldron. Harry leaned over and it was empty inside, but the oncoming heat told him that maybe just half an hour ago, there was some kind of potion in the pot. .

"Compound decoction?" he asked, he could only think of this possibility.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said, his slender fingers scraped a layer of liquid medicine along the inner wall of the cauldron, and he reached the tip of his nose and smelled it. Harry found that the principal's crooked hook nose wrinkled. .

Felix picked up half of the scorched parchment from the ground, and his magic power was rippling at his fingertips, trying to piece together the complete content. The blue light flickered twice, and then it dimmed completely. The parchment in his hand also turned into flying. Ash.

"They are all very evil materials, I really don't know, so many highly toxic materials mixed together, what else would be other than a pot of poison." Felix said, "Maybe we should ask Severus. , Or Damocles."

"I will." Dumbledore said quietly.

They checked again and found no other traces, so they returned to the ground. Professor Moody was still lying quietly. Professor McGonagall was standing aside, his expression nervous, and the patron saint Phoenix stood beside him.

"Oh what the **** is going on, Albus? I heard a loud noise, worried that something went wrong, and some students were also awakened... Then I met your patron saint, Let me guard Professor Moody, is he under a coma spell?" Professor McGonagall asked eagerly.

"Minerva, the matter is over, we found the spy in the castle, but he escaped, but...Thanks to Potter and Weasley, our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor got his life back. "

Dumbledore said with a smile, the solemn expression on his face gone.

Professor McGonagall stared at him blankly. She looked at Moody on the bed and then at Dumbledore, her eyes spinning around everyone, the line around her mouth squeezing into a thin line. When her serious expression fell on Harry and Ron who were only wearing pajamas, her chest rose and fell violently.

"So," she continued to breathe in, and said angrily, "Potter, Weasley, have you acted on your own again?"

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded. They wore thin pajamas and shivered in the cold wind.

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