"How did you know?" Harry asked Hermione this question.

"Uh, that's it," Ron said flinched as if he was stinged by Billy Wigworms, "It seems that Collins mentioned it to me at a dinner party."

"It seems?" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

"I didn't hear it clearly at the time, it was too noisy," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the seriousness, "I suddenly thought of it when Hermione said she put the pieces in something."

Hermione looked so angry that Harry couldn't help but look at Ron with sympathy. Fortunately, the door in the ward was pushed open from outside at this time.

Neville walked in. "Hi, Harry, Ron, hello, oh, Hermione is here too... I heard some discussion from the chief, and it was very evil... But you didn't come back last night, I knew it had something to do with you, and I think you must need this..."

He raised the two sets of clothes in his hand and walked closer, then his eyes widened, staring at the golden eggs that had broken in his eyes, unable to speak.

"Thank you, it's time for you. We're just in need of a piece of clothing." Harry said with gratitude, and he walked up to take the clothes over. "Well, sit around, Neville, don't press on the pieces of the golden egg, we're not sure if we need to fight back."

Hermione bulged her mouth and pulled away the only useful fragment, "See you in the library." She quickly slipped out of the ward.

At this time, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and began to wear clothes. Neville sat nervously on Ron's bed, staring at the pieces, which seemed to have been treated very roughly, "So, is it true?"

"Oh, what?" Harry asked, putting a sweater over his head.

"I heard from Lee Jordan that Professor Moody was actually pretending to be a black wizard, with the purpose of stealing your golden eggs. Last night you and Ron beat him away..."

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other. Harry's sleeve was still drooping, and he muttered, "Other than the first sentence is true, everything else is nonsense."

Ron put on his clothes, patted Neville on the shoulder, and said, "Man, the real Professor Moody is in the special care room not far from this. Maybe you can ask, maybe he knows!" When he saw Neville showing an intent expression, he immediately stuttered: "I'm kidding, don't ask..."

Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him. He treats me well. Do you remember? He sent me the book "The Magical Mediterranean Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics."

"What if it was sent by the Death Eater?" Ron guessed, "Listen to me, Neville Moody fell into trouble this time and was trapped by the mysterious man. He and the Death Eater took turns to teach us, so the professors didn't find out. Now no one knows which class was really given to us by Moody." As he said that, he suddenly patted his hand heavily and shouted: "Damn it! I just said that any professor dared to recite the unforgivable spell to us?"

Neville looked shocked, and he never expected that this incident would involve the mysterious man and the Death Eater.

Ron vented and calmed down. He said in an expectant tone: "I hope Professor Moody will be nice to us in the new semester, but it's hard to say... He may not be able to come back."

The speaker was unintentionally, and Harry's heart suddenly thumped. If Professor Moody could not teach them next semester, the school would have to find them a new teacher, even if it was temporary, just like Professor Belby in the second grade.

But when he thought about it, he thought of the curse that Ron had asked him. But Professor Belby was still fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He couldn't imagine the unexpected consequences of Sirius. Although he didn't know that he had a godfather in the first thirteen years of his life, and he hadn't even heard of it, he found that he could no longer live without him.

Harry was unsure of his mind for a moment and didn't know whether to tell Sirius. There is a saying that he actually wanted to say that his godfather was too boring. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old man in the Muggle community, he was all in mind. Sirius should have his own life, such as finding a job or getting a home...

"Harry, Harry!" Ron yelled in his ear.

"Oh what?" Harry looked up, Ron and Neville both looked at him.

Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit the powder barrel...what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Harry said quickly, "I mean of course, I agree."

"Do you agree?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Yes, we should go and visit Professor Moody. He doesn't seem to have any relatives." Harry said casually, and he decided to postpone the matter. If Sirius asks, he will make a decision temporarily.

...

At the entrance of the castle auditorium, Draco Malfoy leaned boredly against the oak gate, holding a green gift-wrapped strap in his hand. Crab, Goll, and Pansy surrounded him.

"Didn't you apply for staying in school?"

Draco's nose wrinkled, "I don't know, I didn't know what my father asked suddenly, so I made an agreement with Professor Snape in advance." He looked back in the direction of the auditorium from time to time. His father came to pick him up this morning. He met Professor Haip on the way, and then he was sent aside.

He shook the belt in his hand and pulled it off the gift box. He always felt that when his father came over, he looked very complicated and felt that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he hadn't done anything recently. He must have read it wrong.

"...Yes, the traces of that night were particularly strong... and then it dimmed, almost like more than ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered, taking advantage of the opportunity to exchange canes, his two gray eyes looked around without a trace.

"I get it," Felix said.

Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his tone: "You should take care of your business." He turned and left, with a cold smile on his face, and his son looked at him with a worried look when he walked to Draco.

"Dad, what's wrong, you guys?"

"Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't touch less?" Lucius was so angry that he was so angry when he saw his son, but some things could not be explained explicitly, especially the two things involved in the Dark King's diary and the agreement with Haip, so he could only find fault with other things.

"There are three warriors of your age, why don't you?"

Draco felt very wronged, "Dad, that's because they don't know what method they used to cheat!"

Lucius glanced at him, exchanged his cane to his right hand, and pulled Draco away with his left hand.

The rest of Crab, Goll, and Pansy looked at their backs, and Pansy said hesitantly: "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry. Draco hasn't had any trouble recently?"

She looked at Crab and Gole with suspicious eyes, "Is it the trouble you caused?"

The two of them shook their heads quickly.

At this time, Felix walked over with a newspaper, and the three of them called out to the professor and hurriedly left. Felix walked out of the castle, stood on the marble steps, and could see the Malfoy and his son at the end of his sight. Lucius was saying something to Draco, and Draco looked very dissatisfied.

Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand. The black magic mark on the headline was very conspicuous. The title on the newspaper was written in blood-red words.

"Death Eaters Still Get Out of the Punishment? Or Is the Mysterious Man Comes Back?"

‘It is reported that Barty Crouch, who serves as the Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and has been responsible for two large international events (Quidditch World Cup and Championship), was attacked by unknown people at home last night. The scene was in chaos, Crouch disappeared, and the old house has been turned into ruins.

The most terrifying thing is the dark magic mark hanging high in the air at the scene. All the staff of the Ministry of Magic who arrived at the scene lost their voices. A rude and flesh-faced female official was so scared that she collapsed on the ground. When the reporter stepped forward to interview the hysterical official, he did not get useful information, but was instead insulted for no reason. The reporter later learned that the female official had been demoted for poor work and trying to drive away the dementors to cover up a scandal in the Ministry of Magic. This matter involves the brother of a dark hero who silently resisted the mysterious man during the war. For details, please refer to the seventh chapter of the new book "On the Black Terror" by our special correspondent Rita Skit...

Anyone who has experienced that terrifying war will not forget what the Dark Mark represents, but in the 14th year of the death of the Mysterious Man, the end of the war, when we won the Quidditch World Cup for the first time in nearly thirty years, and successfully unearthed the championship from history and gave it new meaning, which made the people happy, we had to rethink: Are we really completely free from the shadow of war? Or maybe this is just the clarion call of another war?

Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic did not perform well in this emergency. If some of us still miss the rule of a demon who cannot even mention the name, and our Ministry of Magic knows nothing about it, instead devotes a lot of energy to insignificant potions cooperation and is complacent, I can almost assert that the Ministry of Magic will be disappointed.

As of the time of the post, the latest news from our reporter was that Mr. Barty Crouch had not encountered any unexpected problems. He was receiving treatment secretly. The young official speaking on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more. He just repeatedly claimed that he was busy with work and wanted to complete the large amount of affairs that had been accumulated before on behalf of Mr. Crouch.

About Barty Crouch's resume, see the fourth page of this newspaper, which contains detailed introductions. Finally, if you want to know more about a person who can't even mention his name and his evil gang, please lock in the new book "Fighting Against Black Terror" by our reporter Rita Skitter, which will be signed at Lihen Bookstore on January 1, supporting owl mailing, specific methods...'

"That's all, there's garbage behind it." Hermione said with her head raised from the newspaper.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and were stunned for a while. Ron suddenly burst out with panting, "She, she doesn't know that person is still alive, right? Otherwise, she wouldn't have the courage to arrange the mysterious person..."

Harry and Hermione laughed, and they both knew what kind of person Rita Skitter was.

At this moment, they were sitting next to a table by the window of the library, and placed two stacks of books near the aisle, so that they could see more sharply than the librarian Mrs. Pins. Harry also used a whispering curse that was not very skillful to prevent their voice from being too loud.

Ron laughed so hard that he fell down, lying on the table, slamming his fist on the table. "Ouch... goes against the black horror... I see she is rushing to get hatred." After he laughed enough, he said seriously: "Would we want to write an anonymous letter and remind her."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't reveal...you know, we assured Principal Dumbledore."

"Okay," Ron said regretfully, "I guess she won't believe it, but she will treat us as rumors and throw the letter into the trash can... Maybe Dumbledore has told Fudge."

"It's possible." Hermione nodded and agreed with him.

Harry took the newspaper and turned to the fourth page. Sure enough, he saw Mr. Barty Crouch's resume. The content on it was very detailed, even including his family, which was more convenient for Harry.

"Look here," he pointed to a line of small words and said: "Batty Crouch originally had a bright future, and was the closest person to the position of Minister of Magic. However, because his family had a son of a Death Eater, his reputation plummeted and he had to be transferred to the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department as Director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation. In a few years, not only did his son die in Azkaban, but his wife died not long after... "

Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Harry said, "Yeah, we all know who Voldemort's spy is, the problem is... he's dead in the official record."

"This is really incredible. Could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two of them meaningfully.

"You said he used his power for personal gain?" Hermione said shrillly.

After thinking about it carefully, they could not think of any other possibilities. The most important thing was that Ron said, "That's his son." In the end, they had to think that Bati Crouch used some means to deceive Azkaban and modify the official records.

For a moment, they were in a complicated mood for Barty Crouch, who was lying in the school hospital. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled on the law behind his back and let a sinful Death Eater go, who has found his greatest backer and made suggestions for his former master to make a comeback.

Seeing that the atmosphere was so serious, Hermione took out a piece of parchment from the book "The Fifth Element Controversy" and handed it to Harry and Ron.

Harry looked at the thing in his hand like a poem and read the first sentence: "Look for us, what is this where our voice sounds?"

"The information cracked from the golden egg." Hermione said briefly.

Harry and Ron widened their eyes, put their heads together, and finished reading the above content:

‘Look for us, where our voices sounded,

We can't sing on the ground.

When you search, please keep in mind the key points:

Purple represents power;

Blue represents wisdom;

Gold represents growth.

Seize the time, crisis is everywhere;

Focus on trade-offs and decisions are inevitable.

When the golden color overflows,

You will see each other,

Returning with a full load.’

Harry and Ron took a deep breath and were stunned when they looked at the things on it.

"Intuition tells me that the second project must be difficult," Ron said pessimistically.

Harry felt the same way, and he tried to crack the above content: "Well, look for us, where the sound sounded, there was no singing on the ground. So, the second project was to do it in the water? Black Lake?"

Hermione nodded happily, "I think so too. Let's compare our own ideas."

"Uh, then the next sentence, obviously, we are asking for something, which should be three or three types?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione smiled without revealing any information.

"Well, whatever it is, they are different in short, divided into strength, wisdom, and...growth? I guess it is a test of some kind. The next two sentences are to remind us to be careful, and it involves choice. It's so strange... In the end, the golden color is overflowing, and we will see each other, which means we have to separate? Only when this condition is met can we meet again?"

When the clue was reasoned out, Harry widened his eyes and looked at each other with three pairs of eyes.

Ron let out a wail.

At this moment, a silver, small swift walked through the library window and landed lightly in front of them. The patron saint of language opened his mouth and heard Professor Haypu's voice from it.
Chapter completed!