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"So many Death Eater have escaped trial!"

Hermione asked in surprise.

The fireplace in the Common Room was burning brightly, filling the entire room with warm air. On the small table by the window, Harry had told Ron, Loren, and Hermione everything he had seen in front of the office door, as well as almost everything he had seen and projected from Snape's memories.

"Yeah, I didn't expect Ludo Bagman to have been involved with the Death Eater." Harry's head was spinning. He seemed to understand what Dumbledore meant when he said that one's mind is too full. He wanted to clear some of his mind to ease his throbbing temples.

"And Karkaroff and Crouch ..." Ron said quietly, "It's incredible that they can get along peacefully."

"I never expected that it was Dumbledore vouched for Snape's safety from trial." Harry looked up at Loren, trying to soften his words. "I mean, even though he knew Snape was Death Eater, he still believed in him."

Harry found it somewhat unbelievable that Snape had carelessly flipped through Snape memories. It wouldn't be surprising if Snape had poured bottles of poison into his mouth or turned him into a specimen and put him in a glass jar, yet he only lost some House Points and was put in solitary confinement for a month, under Filch's supervision.

Thinking back to what Snape did for him a few years ago, the professor doesn't seem so bad after all...

Loren stared at the fireplace in the Common Room, the blazing flames reflecting in his dark eyes, dancing lightly. Hermione, always adept at analyzing situations, remained silent for a long time, sitting there with her hands on her forehead, her eyes fixed on her knees.

That night, the four of them stayed in the Common Room until very late, discussing these matters repeatedly. Harry's head grew increasingly dizzy and throbbing, and his ears were filled with Ron's chattering as he recounted everything he knew about the Death Eater.

The Headmaster's office was softly lit at night. The portraits and silverware on the walls were silent. Fawkes's head was buried under his wing, and his soft snoring made the office even quieter.

"... That's how the dueling practice went." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips as she watched Dumbledore add sugar cubes to the Hot Cocoa. "Morgan is practically playing along with everyone else. Miss Granger is too focused on rationality, which could be a weakness in the ever-changing nature of combat... Potter is progressing rapidly, while Weasley is lagging behind, but compared to his peers, he's already quite outstanding."

He's even stronger than many adult wizards...

"Headmaster Dippet once said that if you make friends with great people, you will become great yourself." Dumbledore took a sip of his cloyingly sweet Hot Cocoa, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "It's just that Harry needs to improve even faster."

Professor McGonagall's expression turned serious, and she couldn't help but ask, "You mean..."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Severus and I have tried many times, and even consulted Babbling's advice, but we have been unable to separate it without damaging the container."

"In that case..."

Professor McGonagall sat at her desk, gazing quietly at the reflection of the silverware on the surface, her expression becoming calm.

That person was lurking in the Castle. Because his name was enchanted, the two of them tacitly avoided mentioning words like Voldemort or Horcrux, not out of fear, but out of concern for disturbing his Wraith and causing unexpected changes.

They still don't know what Voldemort's purpose was in infiltrating the school, how many secrets he had buried in the Castle, what else he had besides the Diadem, or why he would personally infiltrate the school instead of manipulating everything from behind the scenes when he already had Barty Jr..

But they could sense that Voldemort was plotting against Harry, gradually gathering information about Harry, and using Harry and all his information as fuel for a complete resurrection, waiting for the Third Task to arrive and ignite it with a flame full of mystery and Magic Power.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore's drooping white beard, while the old headmaster awaited his resurrection, hoping to use the immense Magic Power within his aged body to utterly thwart his plot.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Albus, are you sure?"

Dumbledore slowly swirled his white porcelain teacup; the search for the Horcrux was progressing faster than he had anticipated.

Diadem, rings, Golden Cup...

He grinned at the person opposite him, revealing a touch of the old man's mischievousness. "Look at my beard and wrinkles, Minerva, I'm old now, and what you're thinking about is for young people."

"..."

Professor McGonagall stared at him silently, her unsettling gaze making Dumbledore's smile fade, "How's the communication with other intelligent races going?"

"Most of the time went smoothly, except for some obstacles on the island of giants," Dumbledore said slowly, Miss Beetle's expression somewhat strange as she wrote in her letter, which contained vulgar and vicious curses. "Miss Skeeter replied to me that she couldn't even see the giant Gurg; they don't talk to people who don't even reach their knees."

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, Minerva. After this semester ends, I'll ask Madam Maxime and Hagrid to come again. They'll definitely be able to reach the giant's knees."

"..." Professor McGonagall was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Hagrid would be more than happy to take on this task."

A slight smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

It's mid-April now.

Easter Holiday are here, and as always, there's a lot of homework.

Honeydukes offers hundreds of flavors of Easter Egg candies, and shops of all sizes in Hogsmeade are filled with Easter Eggs. Wizards from Muggle families bring all sorts of ingenious techniques, using methods such as inlaying, mounting, wrapping, and even batik to create all kinds of dazzling and exquisite Easter Eggs.

Neville brought back another box of candy. Loren's favorite was the Easter Egg ice cream, which was as big as Fire Dragon Egg and contained seven different flavors of ice cream. The outer shell was chocolate, which was sweet, rich, and had a smooth texture.

Holding an ice cream the size of Fire Dragon Egg, Loren went to the lakeside and found Hermione under the lush green beech tree.

Hearing footsteps on the fallen leaves and grass, Hermione looked up from her thick book. She was leaning against a tree trunk, wearing a white short jacket with a dark pattern, paired with a black dress with wide shoulder straps made of cotton and linen blend. The square neckline revealed her striking white neck and collarbone, and the washed denim jeans outlined her long legs.

She tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes. "What is this?"

"I brought you some Easter ice cream that Neville bought to share." Loren's gaze unconsciously shifted slightly downwards. "The outer shell is chocolate, and there are seven flavors inside."

It's almost lunchtime.

"I'm not having lunch."

"..."

Hermione's eyes gleamed.