"Harry, Harry! What's wrong with you?"

Harry panted, and heard familiar voices in his ears. He barely opened his eyes and saw two blurry, concerned faces, Ron and Neville. They looked frightened and stretched out their arms and were at a loss. Harry found himself falling from the bed at some point and laying on the cold floor.

"I'm fine, Ron, and Neville, thank you." Harry said, and he also saw Semo and Dean lifting his head in a daze from the bed, "I'm fine..." he stressed.

"You don't look like you're fine," Ron said.

"I...oh, I just have a scar and ache... an old problem." Harry stammered, climbing up from the ground, Ron took him his eyes, and after Harry put it on, the environment in the room became clear.

Neville was carrying a magic lamp. The light was not dazzling, but it made Harry feel dizzy. He seemed to have returned to that real dream. He sat on a chair and talked to someone... But it seemed that it was not him. He was not that fragile and needed someone to feed him even if he had medicine...

He tried his best to immerse himself in it. The feeling was too real. The sticky potion slid along his throat into his esophagus, and then it swelled in his stomach...

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

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

"I'll go see Harry, you guys go to bed." Ron thought for a while and Neville handed his little lion magic lamp to Ron, "Oh, thank you, Neville. Harry should have a nightmare, go to the bathroom to wash his face..."

Ron explained, following Harry out of the dormitory.

After he went out, he did not see anyone in the direction of the door. He glanced around for a week and saw Harry in the familiar position in the corner of the lounge. He sat on the golden armrest sofa chair, raised his head, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and covered his chest with the other, frowned.

Harry desperately recalled, pretending he was still in that dark room, trying his best to recall the smell of the sticky potion. The thing was so disgusting, it was even more nauseating than a pot of toad soup that had been cooked with his head... He was very angry, something messed up, he mentioned someone's son, who was next to him, serving him without saying a word, it was so bad... No, that was not himself, it should be Voldemort, Sirius analyzed for himself, it should be the cause of the scar on his head, Dumbledore also explained in the first grade...

Voldemort was very weak and needed to drink medicine continuously. Harry sincerely hoped that medicine would be better to drink more... But Voldemort had a body, and there was good news... Voldemort was attacked, but his reaction was quick, blocking the... black lightning? So familiar... It was Professor Hayp! How did he appear? Did he get a clue about Voldemort from one of his many dance partners?

Harry put aside this unreliable idea, he had to recall more details... After chatting for a few words, Voldemort asked someone to leave first, who was it? The person being scolded? Harry couldn't remember the name, but he knew it was the pronunciation of three syllables... Professor Hepp used powerful flame magic, not like Hermione's one, but Sen's white flame... They continued to talk, Harry shook his head, he couldn't remember it very clearly, his brain seemed to pull out the sink with the plug, and the details in his dream kept leaking down...

They mentioned Professor Dumbledore, hypocrisy? A rage surged in Harry's heart, but he quickly became nervous. He knew what was going on next. The impression was too deep. In the dream, he almost thought he was dead... Professor Happ condensed a long sword of flame and pierced through his chest, and he wailed desperately... No, he made a mistake again. It was Voldemort, not himself.

Harry thought happily. Professor Hayp began to attack, and countless gorgeous magic flashed... Voldemort floated in the air, mocking Professor Hayp for doing useless work... But Harry realized that heart-eating hatred. Voldemort's malice was too strong, and it was definitely not as relaxed as he showed... Harry seemed to have brought Voldemort's perspective, not dreaming, but what was happening now!

Did I get into Voldemort's mind? Harry thought with excitement and fear, and he closed his eyes tightly, as if he was floating in the clouds, moving forward quickly. The night made everything around him blurred. Then a dazzling silver light lit him up and flew near him. It was a silver phoenix, like Fox. He found himself gritting his teeth and shouting, "Dumbledore!"

Then he fell head-on into the ground, constantly traveling through the black soil and brown rocks. He had to race against time. One very important thing was to do. He broke into a basement and possessed a hapless mouse. The mouse screamed a few times, and when it opened it, its eyes turned blood red. It climbed onto a table and touched something. A brilliant purple light exploded in the air. The mouse flew for more than ten feet and hit the wall. It twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

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

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

Harry took a deep breath and said with certainty: "Voldemort informed him of his spies at school."

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

"I know!" Harry made his tone calm as much as possible, "I know, of course I know..." He suddenly stood up and kept going around in the lounge. "Voldemort lacks manpower, and he cannot lose his servants in the castle... Professor Hepp and President Dumbledore launched a sudden attack, beautifully done!" He slapped.

Ron looked at him with a worried look on his face.

"But Voldemort had a way to contact the spy in the castle, the guy who... threw our name into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry thought, his thoughts becoming clearer and clearer. "He lost his body again. If he lost his only servant again, all his previous plans would be wasted, so he activated the emergency contact..."

Harry paused suddenly, looking at Ron with a burning gaze, and he said excitedly, "Do you know what we are going to do now?"

"Say, tell the professor?" Ron stammered.

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

Ron reluctantly handed Harry the wand.

Harry held his wand and pointed in the direction of the dormitory: "The map of the living spots flew over! The invisible clothes flew over!" They heard the sound of the box popping up suddenly, Neville's scream, and then waited quietly for a few seconds-

"Swoosh!Swoosh!"

Two sounds of breaking through the air flew over, and Harry quickly grabbed the map and the invisible clothes.

Ron pursed his lips and swallowed. He watched Harry spread the map of the live spots, and his eyes kept searching: "Come on, come on... there 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 names that don't move, they must be able to move! At this time, they are either patrol professors or spies who get news to escape!"

Ron quickly lowered his head and helped find it.

"It can move, it can move... There's now! Look, there's someone named Eleanor Branstone!" Ron shouted, Harry looked over excitedly, and then heard Ron say depressedly: "Oh... Probably not, she's walking towards the kitchen."

"Then add one, running out of the castle, focusing on some people who move very fast but have paused around the corner of the stairs." Harry said, as he imagined the escape route of the spy according to his own ideas.

"Good idea." Ron said, and he looked at it for a while, "Pippi is so busy! Do you think someone would steal his name, such as name magic? Peter, a little dwarf, knows the map of the live spots, and he may tell the mysterious man about this, maybe that person is on guard."

Harry was also in a dilemma. They found more than a dozen mobile names, including professors, students, living people, ghosts, and Felch's cats!

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

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

"Who is it?" Ron looked around and wanted to see clearly, but Harry had already pulled him and pushed open the door of the lounge. The fat lady was woken up. Just as she was about to complain, Harry and Ron ran away like a gust of wind.

"Reckless young man! Don't think I'll open the door for you!" she shouted to their backs.

Harry and Ron quickly went downstairs, footsteps stomped on the stairs, making "crackling" sounds, awakening countless portraits hanging on the walls. But they ignored them and walked over three or four steps at a time.

"Who is it?" Ron asked a question while staring at the steps beneath his feet.

"Barty Crouch!"

"The referee of the Triumph Championship?" Ron's chin was shocked, and he subconsciously followed Harry to turn a staircase.

"It's reasonable, right? He is a referee or a Ministry of Magic official who organizes the game. He has the opportunity to contact the Goblet of Fire! And after the accident, he insisted that the person who was pronounced must participate in the game. He then took a long vacation... so that he has the opportunity to sneak into Hogwarts!"

"But why? Can he come openly?" Ron asked. Because he was too focused, he almost stepped into the trap of the stairs.

"In that case, he can only appear during the game, and then there will be countless eyes staring at him." Harry said breathlessly, staring at the map of the living spots, and they rushed to the third floor in less than a minute.

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

Ron chased after him with panting, "No, no matter what... we caught up, aren't we? Put on the invisible cloak, wait for him to come out, we follow him behind us, taking the opportunity to sneak attack or warn the passing professors."

Harry didn't say anything, just staring at the map of the living spots, constantly analyzing it in his heart. Crouch didn't seem to be walking, slowing down. What was he doing? He had the courage to go undercover in Hogwarts, and he should be loyal to Voldemort. He would definitely leave immediately when he heard Voldemort's call.

but why……

Harry really couldn't figure it out. They had already arrived near the office of the Black Magic Defense, only seven or eight steps away from the office door. Ron opened his invisible clothes and covered the two of them.

They stared at the map of the living spots, and the name Barty Crouch coincided with the location of the Dark Magic Defense Office. The two looked at each other in surprise, "He is going to sneak attack Professor Moody? Why?" Ron asked in confusion.

Harry held his breath, the name that belonged to Professor Moody was still motionless, and should have been lying on the bed to sleep. Ron also realized this and muttered anxiously: "Get up quickly, you are the greatest Auror, you are just about to recite the mantra of the heart on us."

Harry pulled Ron forward a few steps and put his head on the door, and they heard a "click" sound, like the sound of armor lacking lubricant forced movement.

The name Moody's on the map is still motionless.

"what to do?"

Ron asked with his wand, and on the map of the live spot, Barty Crouch walked through the office and stood at the door of the bedroom, no doubt, no matter how he appeared, he must have wanted to do something to Professor Moody.

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

"What?"

Harry suddenly lifted the invisible clothes, raised his wand, and said loudly: "Splitting!" The office door suddenly exploded, and the loud noise alarmed the people inside. Batty Crouch turned around in horror.

"Give up your weapon!" Harry chanted a spell, a spell like a laser beam collided with Barty Crouch's shield, and sparks flew everywhere.

"It's you? It's you! Potter, you're here!" shouted Barty Crouch Jr.

Harry was a little confused for a moment. Who is this person? Why is he pressed the name of Mr. Barty Crouch? But he had no time to think about it. He was trying his best to maintain the spell, but Barty Crouch was not weak at all. His iron armor spell firmly blocked the powerful disarming spell. On the contrary, he was approaching forward step by step with Harry's magic.

Through the blurred barrier, Barty Crouch Jr. stared at Harry, his eyes full of greed, "Potter, no, Harry, I am Professor Moody, I have taught you, have you forgotten? Come with me, I will take you to meet the Dark Lord..."

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

"There are two Moody you see, one of which is me," Baddy Crouch Jr. grinned, "Peter, the trash, is somewhat useful. He told me the secret of the map of the live spot. Of course, I know how dangerous it was on the day the Warriors' list was released. What if Dumbledore doubted me? I am the only hope for the Dark Lord, the only hope for resurrection! I must be cautious enough and be alert at all times... This sentence is really good. The Dark Lord attached to me - I am willing to do this - modified Moody's memory, is it very successful, right?"

Harry gritted his teeth, unable to believe everything he said. "You're the run away Death Eater?"

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

"Swoosh!"

"Speedly confine me!"

Ron suddenly poked his head out of the invisible cloak and chanted a spell in the direction of Batty Crouch. A magic rope almost swept across the ground and wrapped around his calves. Harry took the opportunity to increase the output of the magic. Batty Crouch stumbled back, tripped by the big box, and disappeared behind the box.

Harry's spell hit a pile of glassware in the office, making a clear breaking sound, and he caught a glimpse of a glass-making spectator that was smashed to pieces.

"Damn it!" "Damn it!"

Harry and Ron seized this opportunity and attacked repeatedly, but the spell only hit the large open box, making a dull sound. Harry was about to rush forward regardless of the situation. He saw Batty Crouch, a little boy, stumbled on the ground, not hitting the spell, but tripped.

He must seize the opportunity...

At this time, the rope on Batty Crouch's body turned into a big snake, blocking a cutting spell and an obstacle spell. He hurriedly looked around and his eyes fell on a mirror-like thing hanging on the office wall - there were many dark figures swaying around, blurry, but at this moment, the people in the mirror became clearer and clearer, and they could see their clear outlines. They were two people, one with a long beard, the other with a light footsteps, and they looked very young...

"Hiss~"

Batty Crouch's face was twisted, and he suddenly rolled over and rolled into the big box. Harry was about to chase after him, and half of the wand popped out of the box. The tip of the wand was shining with a dazzling red light.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded in his ears, and Harry was swept away by a huge shock wave, and Ron hit the wall in the corridor with Ron. Harry felt his bones all over his body were broken, and Ron was also very miserable. He was hit on his leg by a big rock, moaning in pain.

Harry looked at the office of the Dark Magic Defense, where half of the walls collapsed, a big hole in the ceiling, and dust filled the area.

"Cough cough!" Harry coughed so hard that he was choking. He looked at Ron. Ron's face turned pale and his moan became much weaker. Harry sat up and leaned against the wall, lifting his wand weakly: "Heal quickly--Cough cough cough cough!--"
To be continued...