The next day, after Morris got up, he stretched and walked into the lounge, where he was immediately surrounded by students.
" Black, was what we saw in the crystal ball really the You-Know-Who?"
"Yes."
" Black, aren't you afraid of him?"
"Perhaps."
" Black, what does the You-Know-Who look like?"
"A little ugly... no, extremely ugly."
A barrage of questions were thrown at him, and Morris could only try his best to answer them.
He could clearly sense a very panicked atmosphere spreading in the lounge.
Is this the influence of Voldemort?
In fact, Morris wasn't that afraid of Voldemort.
Three years ago, he might have been wary, but now he feels nothing.
Even if you can't win, running away is a piece of cake.
" Morris," Kyle walked up to him and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"
Morris shook his head, took the stone the other person had given him before the match from his pocket, and returned it.
The stone did not serve its purpose.
After Kyle accepted it, he asked, "Back then, did the You-Know-Who use the Killing Curse on you? I saw a green light in the crystal ball."
"That's right." Morris nodded calmly. "Luckily, I dodged it."
"Hiss!" Everyone gasped.
"Alright," Morris glanced at the crowd still watching, "Go do what you need to do. There's no use worrying about Voldemort now. At least you're safe at Hogwarts."
The crowd finally began to disperse.
Morris left the lounge and went downstairs to the restaurant.
When he arrived at the restaurant, he saw two familiar figures standing at the entrance.
It's Phoebe and Krum.
"Good morning," Morris greeted.
Phoebe turned around, and the morning light shone on her long hair, making it gleam.
She looked worried and asked, "Are you alright, Morris?"
Morris found the question rather odd. "What could possibly be wrong with me?"
Phoebe smiled. "That's good."
Morris was completely baffled.
Krum glanced at the two of them and smiled. " Morris, when you suddenly disappeared, Delacour and I were both startled. Delacour thought you'd fallen for some kind of trap."
"I'm sorry," Morris said, "The situation was urgent, and I didn't have time to say hello."
Phoebe nodded gently. "I understand."
At that moment, Karkaroff walked out of the restaurant entrance.
" Viktor," he said to Krum with a stern face, "It's about time, we should go."
"Give me a few more minutes," Krum said. "I want to talk to my friends a little longer."
Karkaroff's expression shifted slightly, but he finally nodded reluctantly. "There are still two hours. No need to rush."
After saying this, he left the castle and headed towards the Black Lake.
Krum watched Karkaroff retreat, his expression unchanged.
Phoebe asked with a hint of doubt, " Krum, what happened?"
" Karkaroff wants us to leave Hogwarts by noon today," Krum replied.
Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Noon? In such a hurry?"
Krum nodded, without saying anything more.
Meow~
A meow rang out, and Guantou jumped in front of them, followed by Crookshanks.
Phoebe crouched down and reached out to pet the two cats.
Crookshanks obediently rubbed against her fingers, making a satisfied purring sound, Guantou Food slapped Phoebe's hand aside.
Morris glanced down at the Guantou and asked, "Why aren't you wearing your wizard robes today?"
Meow~
"I see."
Phoebe and Krum exchanged a glance.
It's actually possible to communicate with cats without any problems?
"What did your cat say?" Phoebe asked.
"Its wizard's robe was stolen by the Giant Squid," Morris replied.
"I really don't know how you understood that," Phoebe said.
Morris shrugged.
Suddenly, Phoebe seemed to remember something, and the smile on her face faded slightly.
She turned to look at Krum, her voice so low that only the three of them could hear it.
" Krum, wasn't Karkaroff Death Eaters before? I've heard a lot of people say that."
"Yes," Krum answered very readily.
Morris didn't care about it.
Whether Karkaroff is Death Eaters or not has nothing to do with him.
After Phoebe and Krum left, Morris went into the restaurant.
The restaurant was very noisy today, with an unsettling buzzing sound coming from all directions, especially after he went in.
He had just found an empty seat at the Ravenclaw Table when Hermione ran up to him.
"Look at this." Hermione placed a jar in front of Morris, her voice full of pleasure.
Morris looked down.
Inside the transparent glass jar, a beetle is frantically thrashing about.
Rita Skeeter.
Has Hermione finally caught her?
"What do you plan to do with her?" Morris asked.
Hermione gave a cold laugh.
"I don't know, but let's lock her up for a few months anyway."
Morris always felt that Hermione's expression was somewhat frightening.
He cautioned, "Be careful not to let it die."
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"Of course." Hermione narrowed her eyes.
The news of Voldemort's resurrection continued to spread.
Soon, the End-of-Year Feast arrived.
Durmstrang's students had already left, but Beauxbatons ' students remained.
After finishing his meal, Dumbledore stood up as usual, causing the flames of the more than a thousand candles in the Great Hall to flicker slightly, and all eyes turned to him.
Every year Dumbledore delivers an annual address, but this year's topic is likely to be much more serious.
"A lot has happened this semester, as I think you all know," Dumbledore's voice was soft but clear, " the Triwizard Tournament, and some unexpected events."
The news of Voldemort's resurrection has been published in the Daily Prophet, and Fudge has made more than one public statement about it.
Fudge could no longer deny the fact that Voldemort had returned to life, but in his statement, the Ministry of Magic was in control of the situation and Voldemort had nowhere to hide—even though they still had no information about Voldemort.
"The situation is still under control for the time being," Dumbledore continued calmly. " Voldemort has risen from the dead, his power is returning, and his followers will regroup. We don't know when he will take his next move, what his target is, or where he will appear."
"So, I need to tell you something. Right now, the only thing we can do is unite and work together to deal with this crisis."
While Dumbledore spoke, Morris was thinking about other things.
Voldemort's resurrection, to be honest, wasn't all that great.
Compared to the Voldemort, that so-called " Death " is the real trouble.