Hogwarts Lion Girl

In the darkness, Michael looked at the scene in front of him, his dark eyes filled with jealousy and loss.

He unconsciously clenched the gift in his hand, which was the latest product he had carefully selected from the candy store in Hogsmeade Village.

Candies of various flavors are wrapped in colorful wrapping paper.

However, at this moment, these sweet candies could not withstand the pressure of his palms. They made a slight cracking sound, and the sugar coating broke, revealing the soft sugar core inside. Finally, they were crushed into fine powder and slipped through his fingers.

Michael's eyes flickered, he slowly raised his hand, stretched out his tongue and licked the remaining candy crumbs on his fingertips. The sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue, but it could not dispel the bitterness in his heart.

Very sweet... Her lips should be this sweet too...

In the darkness, Michael's face showed a bitter smile, which seemed to be self-mocking, but also helpless.

Then he turned around and walked completely into the darkness.

……

When Snape learned that Mad-Eye Moody, who had taught at Hogwarts for a whole year, was actually Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise, he immediately rushed to Moody's office.

Snape carefully checked every corner of the office and finally found the unconscious Moody in an inconspicuous black box.

Moody was locked in a small box, his limbs were tied tightly and his mouth was stuffed with a rag.

Snape quickly untied Moody's restraints and called other professors to help.

A group of professors worked together to lift Moody out of the box and carefully placed him on the sofa.

After a long while, Moody slowly opened his eyes.

"Ahem..." Moody coughed weakly a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "You finally came to see me."

"Oh, Merlin, are you all right, Alastor?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern.

"It's obvious that I'm not well at all," Moody said grumpily. He struggled to sit up, but his body was too weak to do so.

"It seems that you are really old. You were actually tricked by a little Barty." Snape said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"He was plotting against me! He took advantage of my unpreparedness..." Moody said angrily, "Come to think of it, we've been friends for so many years, and you didn't realize he was a fake?!"

Hearing Moody's question, the other professors present fell silent.

"It's not our fault, Alastor." Snape said mercilessly, "It's because you usually have such an annoying personality. Little Barty has portrayed your loneliness and suspicion vividly."

Moody: “…”

Moody was sent to the infirmary. Although the medical facilities at Hogwarts were not as good as those at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, they were still quite complete.

Lying on the hospital bed with Moody were Krum and Fleur, who were injured in the maze.

At this time, Fleur was sitting on her hospital bed, looking coldly at Krum who was lying on another bed not far away.

Her arms were bandaged, scars from when Krum had attacked her while under the influence of the Imperius Curse.

Although Fleur already knew that Krum attacked her in the maze because he was under the Imperius Curse of Moody, she still felt uncomfortable when she recalled the scene at that time.

Fleur stared at Krum with eyes as cold as if she wanted to stare two holes into him.

Krum had not yet woken up from his coma. Fleur felt even more upset when she saw his lifeless appearance, and she disliked him even more.

On the other side, under the careful treatment of Madam Pomfrey, old Barty finally woke up from his coma.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion, and it seemed that he was not fully awake yet.

Dumbledore had been waiting by old Barty's bed. When he woke up, he asked softly, "Barty, how do you feel?"

Barty Sr. blinked weakly, turned to look at Dumbledore, and after a long moment, he said hoarsely, "Albus...?"

"It's me," Dumbledore said gently. "How are you feeling? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Old Barty shook his head and struggled to sit up. Seeing this, Dumbledore hurried forward to support him and put a pillow behind his back.

"Thank you..." Old Batty leaned against the head of the bed with a look of pain on his face, "What's wrong with me?"

"Do you remember what happened?" asked Dumbledore.

Old Batty tried hard to recall, but his mind was in a mess, with only a young and crazy face constantly appearing in his mind.

He held his head in pain and groaned, "My head... hurts..."

"Don't think too much. You are very weak now and need to rest well." Dumbledore comforted him, "We will talk slowly when you recover."

Old Barty took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He looked at Dumbledore and said in a heavy tone: "I'm sorry, Albus, this is all my fault."

Dumbledore patted his hands gently and said, "I know. You don't have to blame yourself. The most important thing now is to find out the truth of the matter."

He paused and asked, "I want to know why little Barty, who was supposed to be dead, appeared again?"

Old Batty was silent for a moment, as if he was lost in painful memories. He slowly spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "Back then, the child and his mother begged for mercy. My wife's condition worsened because of this incident. She begged me to use her body to replace her son after she died..."

He closed his eyes painfully, as if he didn't want to recall the past that he couldn't bear to look back on. "So, we used the polyjuice potion..."

"After that, I kept the kid locked up at home..." Old Batty's voice became lower and lower. "I didn't expect that he would not repent, not only escaping, but also doing such a thing..."

Dumbledore listened quietly, his face showing no emotion. After Barty finished speaking, he slowly said, "Okay, I understand. It has already happened, and regret is useless. You should take good care of yourself, and leave the rest to me."

"Albus..." Old Barty suddenly grabbed Dumbledore's hand, his eyes full of pain and struggle, "Although I am his father, the child has done too many wrong things. If... you don't show mercy when you catch him... you can even kill him on the spot..."

Dumbledore looked at Old Barty's painful expression, feeling mixed emotions. He sighed softly and said, "I understand."

Under the cover of night, Hogwarts was shrouded in silence.

From the forbidden forest outside the castle came the sound of insects chirping, and occasionally the cry of an owl or two.

In the common room of Gryffindor Tower, the fire in the fireplace was still burning, and the warm flames illuminated the surroundings.

Harry looked out the window at the deep night sky with mixed feelings.

Today's events left him with lingering fears, and Voldemort's resurrection cast a shadow over his heart.