The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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The trio supported each other and walked towards Hogwarts.

Several people remained silent along the way, as if they all had their own concerns.

It wasn't until he was about to enter the castle that Ron sighed and said:

"I don't know if Hagrid understood what you said."

"I bet he didn't take it to heart." Harry said sullenly. "He's that kind of person, and he doesn't know what a vicious person Umbridge really is."

Hermione glanced at them angrily, and said in a determined voice:

"Then we'll go to him tomorrow. I'll help him prepare lessons if necessary. I don't care if I fire Trelawney, but she can't drive Hagrid away!"

Hearing that Harry and Ron also nodded.

Only then did I let go of my heart a little, and quickened my pace.

But when they approached the gate of the castle, they found Madam Pomfrey in a white robe standing on the steps of the castle with a serious expression.

"Harry, maybe I should tie your legs up to remind you that you're still a patient!"

Madam Pomfrey snapped.

Hearing this, Harry shrank his neck and retorted in a low voice:

"Yes, it was Dumbledore who asked me to..."

"Then I should tie up his legs too!" Madam Pomfrey's voice became sharper. "Now, immediately, lie back on the hospital bed for me! You must lie there for three days!"

"But I have to go tomorrow..."

"No but!"

After Madam Pomfrey finished speaking, two strong female volunteers walked out from both sides of Madam Pomfrey, carried Harry back to the castle.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, both a little at a loss, and they were stunned for a while before chasing away.

A group of people argued and entered the ward.

The number of people here has not decreased because of Harry's previous departure.

Neville, Ginny, George, Fred, Angelina...

Everyone still surrounded Harry's hospital bed with worried faces.

"Okay, the patient needs to rest, now everyone get out!"

Madam Pomfrey ordered Harry to be pushed onto the hospital bed, and then said coldly to everyone.

Hearing that Neville was taken aback, he instinctively hid his head behind Ginny, but he didn't know that Ginny's thin body couldn't hide his fat body at all.

Both George and Fred were old regulars at the infirmary.

They were laughing and joking with Madam Pomfrey, and were finally carried out by their ears.

And taking advantage of the time George and Fred bought, everyone began to ask Harry about the situation and say goodbye.

It honestly touched Harry very much.

Looking at the sincere and worried faces in front of him, Harry realized that he had made so many good friends.

However, this emotion did not last long.

Because Angelina's depressed and pretty face soon appeared in front of him.

Facing Angelina, Harry's eyes drifted a little, and he didn't quite follow Angelina's eyes.

He has been in confinement at Umbridge since the beginning of school this year, and the Quidditch team training he has made has not been able to participate in a few times. Angelina is already very dissatisfied with this.

The reason why Angelina chose to stay in school this time is to help Harry resume training during the Christmas holiday.

And now...

Feeling Angelina's eyes full of resentment, Harry felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

He forced a smile at Angelina, wanting to explain something, but Madam Pomfrey suddenly returned to the ward.

"Are you still planning to leave!?"

With Madam Pomfrey's angry shout, the crowd in the ward finally retreated.

Harry had mixed feelings.

For some reason, he always had a premonition.

This Christmas, it seems that it will not be too peaceful.

...

Ceredigion.

In a manor with closed doors and windows.

Voldemort rested his hand on the center of his brow, closed his eyes tightly, leaned on a huge throne seat, seemed to be sleeping, and seemed to be thinking.

Wearing a pure black samurai uniform, Barty Crouch Jr. was hiding in the darkness behind Voldemort, scanning his surroundings vigilantly, guarding Voldemort.

And farther away, the short, fat and bald Peter Pettigrew was already covered in cold sweat.

His right hand, which had been repaired by Voldemort, was once again missing.

This is Moody's masterpiece.

The opponent's thunderbolt explosion completely shattered half of his arm, and at the same time shattered his wand that he snatched from some unlucky guy.

In the room outside, there are many wounded like him.

This is all caused by their frantic development and exploration of ancient ruins in the recent period, as well as fighting with the group of Phoenix Order.

In terms of the battle damage ratio alone, it can be said that they were completely destroyed by the Order of the Phoenix, which adopted guerrilla tactics.

Fortunately, the brutal war has finally come to an end temporarily.

Their master, Voldemort, had issued an order not long ago to let them return to the country of Ying temporarily for dormant cultivation.

Pettigrew Peter felt genuinely happy when he thought that he would no longer have to fight desperately with the lunatics of the Order of the Phoenix.

There was an unbelievable smile on the corner of his mouth, Pettigrew Peter wiped the sweat with his remaining left hand.

It's just that he was just in the middle of this action, and Barty Crouch Jr.'s crazy eyes that didn't hide his killing intent locked on to him.

A disgustingly flattering smile instinctively appeared on Jr. Barty's face, which made Jr. Barty look away in disgust.

"Mad! Crazy!"

Pettigrew cursed secretly in his heart.

The pressure on him to be around Voldemort was simply too great.

Especially that Barty Crouch Jr.

The guy was as utterly insane as any Death Eater he'd seen in the past.

His eyes are always crazy, the difference is that when they look at others, their eyes are full of killing madness, but when they look at Voldemort, they are fanatical worship.

Pettigrew had no doubts that a lunatic like Barty Jr. would dare to raise his wand at anyone as long as Voldemort asked.

With his head down, Pettigrew began to slowly move towards the fireplace.

Although the dark green magic flame burning in the fireplace couldn't provide him with too much heat, it was much better than being shrouded in cold darkness now.

"Peter, how is the situation in Azkaban?"

A gloomy and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the empty room.

Pettigrew, who had only traveled halfway, suddenly shivered, and stood at attention and said:

"Master! The dementors have already agreed to our preliminary negotiations, but they don't want to completely surrender to them, they say..."

Pettigrew paused, seeing that Voldemort's eyes were still closed, and there was no dissatisfaction on his face before continuing, "They said that if they want to become their allies, we must first prove that we are stronger than the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, what else?"

"Anything else?" Pettigrew instinctively repeated, but quickly reacted and said, "Oh! Yes! Ms. Lestrange! We have already contacted Ms. Lestrange, she heard that you Overjoyed to be back, let me send you my heartiest congratulations from her and the rest of the Death Eaters, and say..."

"Get to the point!"

"I'm very sorry!" Pettigrew's head was almost lowered to the top of the shoe. "She put the things you asked her to keep in the Lestrange family's vault in Gringotts!"

After saying that, Pettigrew took out a thick brass key and held it above his head with both hands.

Voldemort's pair of golden snake eyes opened.

He didn't look at Pettigrew, his eyes swept over the brass key, and finally landed on the dark green flame in the fireplace.

Hufflepuff's gold cup.

It was a Horcrux he had entrusted to Bellatrix Lestrange in the past.

At the same time, he also gave Lucius Malfoy the notebook of his youth for safekeeping.

There is no doubt that this is a great trust.

Unfortunately, Malfoy failed him.

If it weren't for Malfoy's scumbag, the current situation would not be like this at all.

Nor will he turn into a so-called... number 4.

Voldemort's fists were clenched tightly together.

As long as he thinks of those three black shadows, the flame of anger will be uncontrollably ignited from his body.

The air pressure in the room suddenly became extremely low. Pettigrew, who had bent over and bowed his head, could no longer bear the feeling of dyspnea and knelt on the ground, but even so, his hands holding the keys were still held high. .

"Little Barty, my most loyal servant."

Voldemort's voice sounded again, and Barty Crouch Jr., whose eyes were full of fanaticism, stepped forward and took a heavy step.

"Take this key and bring back my golden cup. Be careful, don't let anyone find out."

"Yes! My master!"

Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the ground and kissed the corner of Voldemort's robe, then got up, took the key, and walked out with his head held high.

As the footsteps faded away, Voldemort got up and stood in front of the window.

He opened the curtains and stared at the gloomy sky in the distance, his expression gradually became cold.

Horcruxes are the most critical existence.

As long as he can get the Horcrux, he has a chance to reverse the current situation.

The premise is that he must hide it from everyone, including those three guys who call themselves by numbers!

In this regard, he actually has an advantage.

After all, he was the one who hid the Horcrux back then.

However, having an advantage does not necessarily mean that you will be successful.

Like the Slytherin locket in the grotto before, he originally wanted to get it back secretly.

But what happened?

First, the Order of the Phoenix knew the news, and then they all knew about it on the 1st.

As a result, the grotto became a battlefield for both of them.

But he, the real victim, became a bystander.

Fortunately, the locket in the grotto was changed by a traitor.

This should be the best result. After all, if this thing falls into the hands of No. 1, it will be the most terrible thing.

And Dumbledore...

Voldemort couldn't help pinching his eyebrows again, and a ferocious smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

His brain was inexplicably connected to the legendary Harry Potter.

Unlike Harry, though.

As one of the most powerful Legilimency masters in the world, he has already discovered this.

Harry's brain was like a sieve to him.

He immediately blocked Harry's perception of him, and at the same time peeked into Harry's brain secretly, and learned about Dumbledore and Link's information through Harry.

Even the precognitive dream that Harry had before was a picture he actively transmitted in the past.

The purpose is for Harry to contact Dumbledore and learn about the current situation of the Order of the Phoenix.

Judging from the results, this tactic is perfect.

Although that stupid half-giant didn't know where the safe house of the other members of the Order of the Phoenix was, he also leaked the news that the Order of the Phoenix was powerless to fight and entered a state of silence.

Now, one of the two organizations that caused him the most headache has been silent.

The other is to focus on the affairs of conspiring to seize other countries overseas, and has no time to intervene in his affairs for the time being.

In such a perfect situation, the gold cup will always return to him, right?

If not, then little Barty, there is no need to come back.

Outside the window, the dark clouds had condensed, and thunder was faintly shuttled among the clouds, making muffled noises.

Little Barty, who had already changed into a silk robe, also came out of the villa, got into the carriage that was already prepared, and was about to set off for Gringotts.

Seemingly noticing Voldemort's gaze, Little Barty glanced at the window sill with a feeling, and happened to meet Voldemort's gaze.

Little Barty's face flushed, regardless of being in a small compartment, he got up and saluted Voldemort excitedly.

Voldemort smiled and nodded.

It's just... There is a deep coldness hidden in this smile.

...

the next day.

Inside the Hogwarts ward.

Harry awoke from a deep sleep with a big stretch.

Listen to the crisp sound from the joints of your body.

Harry was in a very happy mood - which meant that he would continue to grow taller.

crunch——

The door opened.

Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a brown robe, walked in and said expressionlessly:

"You're finally awake, do you know what time it is?"

Hearing this, Harry instinctively glanced at the clock in the corner, and the time displayed on it was 1:00 p.m. with 5 minutes to go.

In other words, noon is almost over?

Looking at the expression on Professor McGonagall's face again, Harry's heart rose to his throat in an instant.

No one knew better than him how strict Professor McGonagall was.

Although Professor McGonagall will not punish the behavior of sleeping late, he will definitely "educate" a few words.

And while Harry was anxiously waiting for the storm to come, he saw a rare smile on Professor McGonagall's face, and said:

"How did you sleep last night? Do you still have nightmares?"

"No, I slept well!"

Harry said without hesitation.

He wasn't lying.

The nightmare did not reappear last night, and it was precisely because of this that he had the most comfortable sleep in a long time, so that his body was numb and comfortable now.

After a pause, Harry still hesitated and explained:

"I didn't wake up so late on purpose. As you can see, I was in a coma for so long before, which messed up my biological clock. In fact, I was going to bed before 8 o'clock last night, but I couldn't sleep ..."

"Okay, kid, no one will punish you for sleeping late." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "Don't forget, it's Christmas holiday now."

After all, seeing that Harry was obviously relieved, Professor McGonagall shook his head and said as he walked towards the door:

"But it's time for you to get up. Your friends are already waiting in the hallway, and they brought you lunch that you missed."

"and many more!"

Harry's sudden shout stopped Professor McGonagall, she turned her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Professor McGonagall," Harry's expression became serious, "I want to see Professor Dumbledore again! You, can you take me there?"

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