After Dumbledore finished speaking, a note suddenly floated to Morris's side and landed quietly on the table.
Morris picked up the note.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll take you somewhere."
He turned to look at Dumbledore and saw Dumbledore wink at him.
Without a doubt, it was a note sent by Dumbledore.
What do you need to do?
Just as Morris was about to go up and ask, Kyle patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are you standing there for? Time to go back to the dorm. Tonight is the last night."
Morris nodded.
Never mind, we'll find out tomorrow.
The next day, Morris got up very early.
When he entered the lounge, it was empty; everyone was probably still asleep.
Only the Guantou was lying on the sofa playing with a marble, and there was a series of muddy footprints on the floor.
"Remember to clean it up thoroughly," Morris said.
Everyone knows that the Guantou belongs to his cat, and he doesn't want to be implicated.
After leaving the lounge, Morris went straight to the restaurant.
Two Slytherin students were sitting at the middle of a long table in the dining room, huddled together and whispering something.
Besides, there was another person at the Ravenclaw table, eating a piece of bread, but that person wasn't a student.
Morris walked over and exclaimed in surprise, " Robert?"
That's right, this person was none other than his Ravenclaw Prefect, Robert Hilliard, who had already graduated.
Robert was dressed in casual black clothes and looked no different from usual, gentle and composed, except for a thin layer of stubble on his chin.
"Good morning, Morris, long time no see." Robert smiled, looked up at Morris, put down the bread in his hand, and wiped the crumbs off his fingers with a tissue.
Morris sat down opposite him and asked in surprise, "What brings you here?"
Today is the day we leave school, so it's very illogical for Robert to be here.
Robert took a sip of water and said slowly, "I came to see Professor Flitwick and also invited him for drinks tonight."
I've been so busy lately that I haven't been back to visit him at school yet.
"I see." Morris nodded.
Robert had a good relationship with Professor Flitwick during his time at school, and as Prefect of Ravenclaw, it's normal that they maintained contact after graduation.
He suddenly looked around, leaned forward, and whispered, "Is the Triwizard Tournament thing true? I heard you all saw the You-Know-Who who returned?"
"That's right," Morris said. "It must have been written in the newspapers."
"That's terrible," Robert sighed. "I've been working, and I only found out about it yesterday when my colleague told me."
yesterday?
The other party is far too uninformed.
Morris asked casually, "What kind of work are you doing now?"
Robert had excellent grades in school and earned many certificates, so finding a suitable job shouldn't be a problem for him.
"Work?" Robert smiled slightly. "I work at the Ministry of Magic."
Morris stroked his chin and asked, " The Department of Mysteries?"
"You got it right!"
Robert snapped his fingers, attracting the attention of two students at the next Slytherin table.
really.
Morris nodded to himself.
He guessed right.
He couldn't think of any other possibility besides this department.
After all, how could ordinary Ministry of Magic employees only find out about Voldemort yesterday?
"So you're now Unspeakable?" Morris asked Robert, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"Yes." Robert seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile, "But I can't tell you the specifics of the job."
"Oh, it's a secret." Morris shrugged. "I know."
He was quite interested in this department.
There was no particular reason; it was simply because the Unspeakable had done an excellent job of keeping their secrets.
Mysterious things always pique people's interest.
But that's all.
Suddenly, an owl flew in through the window, and Morris noticed that the owl had a white ribbon tied around its chest.
"That's for me," Robert looked up, "The owl in the department."
The next second, a very simple envelope flew into his hand.
Robert immediately opened it, a look of surprise on his face.
"What's wrong?" Morris asked.
Robert's gaze lingered on the letter for a few seconds, then he looked up and asked earnestly, " Morris, would you like to visit the Department of Mysteries?"
"Huh?" Morris was taken aback. "Why did you suddenly invite me?"
"This is the task I was given," Robert handed the letter to Morris, "I don't know why."
Morris took the letter and looked down at it.
The white parchment contained only one line. "Please bring Morris Black back to the Department of Mysteries. Do not force him."
There is also a signature at the end: Vaughn Hardy.
Hardy?
The image of the middle-aged man with thinning hair came to Morris's mind.
That person had even invited him to join the Unspeakable.
Oh, by the way, he had promised the other party that he would visit the Department of Mysteries when he had time.
"Tell Mr. Hardy for me," Morris handed the letter back to Robert, "That I will visit him early next month."
"Do you know Mr. Hardy?" Robert took the letter, folded it carefully, and stuffed it into his pocket.
"I suppose so," Morris replied.
We're acquaintances, the kind you'd recognize on the street.
" Mr. Hardy is very mysterious," Robert suddenly said. "He's my boss."
"I think so too," Morris replied.
He had more or less guessed it.
" The Unspeakable might be a good fit for you," Robert glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "Alright, I need to go see Professor Flitwick. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Robert left the restaurant.
In the morning, at the entrance of the Great Hall.
A blue carriage was parked on the lawn in front of the castle, with twelve Abraxan snorting and flapping their wings, ready to take to the sky at any moment.
The students of Beauxbatons stood in a line behind Madame Maxime.
" Hogwarts welcomes you at any time," Dumbledore said to Madame Maxime. "These are difficult times, and unity is something we must do."
Madame Maxime nodded gracefully.
"I hope we won't have to wait too long to meet again," she said. "After all, the Triwizard Tournament isn't over yet."
"I hope so," Dumbledore said.
The Triwizard Tournament is suspended and can only resume after Voldemort, this problem, is completely resolved.
Nobody knows how long we'll have to wait.
A question suddenly popped into Morris's mind.
The match ended inconclusively, and by the time it's replayed, Krum and Phoebe will likely have already graduated.
Can they still represent the school in competitions?
This match will probably never have a result.