Heading to the Forbidden Forest

Today was Saturday, June 25.

By the usual schedule, everyone should have already attended the end-of-year feast and gone home for summer break.

But because of the Triwizard Tournament, everyone was still at school.

Even the graduating seventh-years were no exception.

And it seemed this would continue until mid-July.

The public excuse was to extend the time for exchanges with the other schools.

But Harry knew it was because Voldemort would return in July.

It would be within the next few days.

This was to keep the students inside the safest fortress—Hogwarts.

To prevent the resurrected Voldemort from launching a surprise attack.

Because Dumbledore was Hogwarts's headmaster—the one recognized by this oldest magical structure,

no wizard could defeat him at Hogwarts.

Not even Voldemort.

Voldemort would not choose the school as the battlefield.

And the Forbidden Forest now had a peculiar connection with Hagrid as well.

If Voldemort truly wanted to attack Hogwarts, his only option was to begin from Hogsmeade Village—Harry did not know how formidable the Hog's Head Pub was.

In short, Hogwarts was currently the safest place in the entire country.

But Harry gave none of that any thought.

Ever since that kiss in the morning, he had felt as if he were drunk.

His head was floating, and his feet seemed to be stepping on a soft sofa.

It was not as if he had never done anything more intimate with Ginny.

But today's sudden, strange kiss the moment he woke up had made him forget everything.

Neville and the others had been in the dormitory earlier, yet he had barely noticed them. He had simply pulled the blanket over his head.

It was not until dinner, when Ginny handed him a chicken leg,

and he instinctively started eating with both hands like Ron, that he