Dumbledore handed the confused Umbridge to the Aurors of Hogsmeade Village. Voldemort had roughly dug out her recent memories, and her mind was not very clear at the moment, and there might even be sequelae.

Then he spent some time to comfort the panicked villagers of Hogsmeade Village, "Except for the strong wind and sand in the past two days, there will be no other impact." After that, he came to the Hog's Head.

Aberforth sat at the door of the bar, looking tired and scarred.

"You shouldn't have run out, your injuries are too serious."

"Let me lie among the corpses?" Aberforth roared angrily, "Why don't you try it?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, "Okay, then I'll take you to St. Mungo's, you need treatment."

"It's not a big problem, that bastard wanted to see me beg for mercy, but I didn't let him do it," Aberforth said roughly, spitting bloody saliva on the ground, "You came quickly, faster than I thought."

But Dumbledore insisted on taking him to the hospital. At St. Mungo's, Dumbledore took the time to chat with the portrait of Delise Devonte. Delise Devonte was once the headmaster of Hogwarts and also served as a healer at St. Mungo's. She was a very famous wizard and her portrait was left in many wizarding institutions.

"The Ministry of Magic is very busy. Those dark wizards have completely ignored the Statute of Secrecy and blew a big hole directly through the reception entrance," the old witch with long silver curls said incessantly.

"That red telephone booth?" Dumbledore interrupted her and asked.

"Yes, a lot of Muggles saw it," Delise said angrily, "The Ministry of Magic will be busy with this for a long time to come. I don't want this to delay the Wizengamot trial. The Ministry has caught a lot of dark wizards." She added.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Maybe not so soon. The trial of the last war lasted a long time. But our new minister is not bad, she will handle it... How is the situation in the school? Minerva sent her patronus to tell me something. I want to know the latest developments..."

"Oh, they are really getting more and more capable, those little guys!" Delis was very interested in talking, and said excitedly: "It really opened my eyes. They don't seem to want to wait for the support of the Ministry of Magic, but to solve the problem by themselves. They even formed a reinforcement army and walked out of the school to help the nearby Hogsmeade village deal with the surrounding corpses and Dementors. It's exciting!"

"Minerva agreed?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Objection is invalid, the students are very enthusiastic..." Felix, Harry, Sirius and others returned to school more

than ten minutes ago

, and Ron and Neville trotted over.

"How's the situation?" Ron looked at the people who came back. "We found Avery on the road. He fell badly. We didn't dare to touch him. We left him there and waited for professionals to deal with him. Where's Umbridge?"

"She ran away." Harry said briefly. Ron stared. Harry added: "But her conspiracy failed. Professor Hep showed up at the 'critical moment'." He glanced secretly. Felix smiled at him and did not reject this explanation.

This made Harry very depressed. He had hinted so obviously, but the professor still did not respond. Well, he planned to analyze it with Ron and Hermione in private.

"Okay, a small character ran away. I see." Ron smacked his lips, and then he said excitedly: "Neville just came up with an idea. I think it's good. Do you want to listen to it?" He looked at Harry and then at the others.

Everyone looked at Neville, who said shyly, "There are a lot of Inferi and Dementors outside now. Some of them may have gone to the neighboring village of Hogsmeade. There are many wizarding families living nearby, and not everyone can deal with Dementors..."

"You want to support Hogsmeade?" Harry said in surprise. Felix also looked over. This idea was very interesting. Harry praised generously, "Neville, your idea is very good. We can really help."

Neville shook his head, "I just made a suggestion. Ron and Luna helped to improve the plan, especially Luna, who solved the problem of insufficient brooms."

"Is she coming too?" Harry asked. He looked in the direction of Hagrid's hut and easily found Grawp. He was so big that he was walking around the edge of the Forbidden Forest. With the help of Grawp's positioning, Harry vaguely saw a few small dots around him. He tried his best to catch the yellow-haired man. He found him. Luna was stroking a black winged horse-shaped creature

"Thestral?" He was surprised and enlightened.

"Our brooms have been stolen, so we have to think of a replacement." Fred said with a smile. Moody's magic eyes looked over, and he shrank his neck nervously. "It's just a joke, Professor Moody, don't take it seriously!"

"I have to remind you," Felix interrupted, "Your idea is good, but first you have to get the school's approval... Professor McGonagall is the one who makes the decision right now." He pursed his lips, and Professor McGonagall ran over quickly in the distance, half of her hair was loose, looking menacing.

"Uh..." Harry was stunned and looked at Felix tentatively, "Will you speak for us, professor?"

Felix blinked, "I really want to stand on your side, but... I have to maintain the relationship between colleagues, so you can only convince her by yourselves." Harry stared at Felix in amazement.

In the end, Professor McGonagall was convinced, but she strongly requested that several professors accompany her. Sirius, Flitwick, Sprout, Tonks, the Longbottoms, and Emmeline Vance led the team, and more than 30 students rode brooms and thestrals into the sky.

The students rushing out of the castle looked at these people as if they were heroes, applauding and cheering enthusiastically.

Harry rode his Firebolt in the sky, and watched excitedly as the students and professors set off from the bright Hogwarts School and rushed into the sky. When he turned around, he saw the figure of Draco Malfoy in the crowd. He stayed in the school, his eyes fixed on the sky. Harry saw reluctance and jealousy in Malfoy's eyes, but surprisingly did not hate this look, because he suddenly realized that Malfoy wanted to be one of the people riding brooms to support Hogsmeade.

Reluctance and jealousy can also be expressed as envy.

Those who stayed behind each performed their duties.

Moody took care of the captured dark wizards, Madam Pomfrey treated the little wizards who were scratched by the Inferi or tripped by stones, Kingsley returned to the Ministry of Magic, Felix and Professor McGonagall stayed in the school to comfort or more accurately order the students to return to the safe castle. They were too excited tonight and seemed to want to party outside all night.

"We can move the kitchen outside and wait for those people to come back from Hogsmeade."

"Do you think they will bring back some Honeydukes candy?"

This idea was quickly suppressed by the dark forces on campus led by Professor McGonagall. Although the sky above Hogwarts was as bright as day, the outside of the castle was not safe. Maybe there was an Inferi or Dementor hiding in a corner.

They had to check carefully.

Later, Dumbledore returned to school. He consulted Moody, McGonagall, Felix, and Snape one by one to understand the situation. The night gradually deepened. Snape stayed in his office, and when he felt the burning and pain in his arm, he stood up expressionlessly.

...

"So you came to see me empty-handed, Severus?"

"Master, I did everything I could, and even exposing myself would not be any better." Snape lowered his head and said, "Please allow me to explain. I dare not hide anything." A ray of moonlight shone on him through the broken window, making his face look very pale.

Voldemort sat in the dark, without a trace of light around him, and the snakewood stick in his hand made a "hissing" sound. He had seen some fragments from Umbridge's memory and knew what Snape had done, but his heart was still full of anger.

Snape waited for a moment, and when he saw that Voldemort did not stop him, he spoke:

"You told me to act according to circumstances, and I did so. At the critical moment, I provided Umbridge with the password to the headmaster's office, and then led Potter away. Then the army of Inferi broke in. Although Dumbledore was not there, McGonagall immediately exercised the power of the deputy headmaster: she summoned the other three deans and all the professors. It would be too suspicious if I didn't show up. You know, I didn't gain much trust in the Order of the Phoenix, and too many people in the school were watching me.

Sirius Black and I were enemies, and I didn't have much friendship with Minerva McGonagall. Harry Potter and his friends were hostile to me. Potter still had the original Marauder's Map. Even if you told me how to hide myself, I couldn't do it easily, as it would arouse greater suspicion.

Felix Hayden and I were enemies . There was a teacher-student relationship between Harry Potter and Umbridge, but the last time he presumptuously inquired about the information of the crown, he might have consumed some of his trust. As for Dumbledore, he never kept secrets in one basket, just like he secretly arranged for the Order of the Phoenix to enter the school this time... He must have noticed something, but I knew nothing about it.

I even pretended to make a mistake to stop Potter when he tried to catch Umbridge, but Felix Hep suddenly appeared and the plan failed.

After Dumbledore came back, he took the locket and the crown away directly, and I didn't have any chance to intervene. "

Snape told the story slowly, and he suddenly frowned at this point, "There is something strange, I don't know if I have been exposed: I hinted to Umbridge that I was a spy, but she was caught by Dumbledore. What if she confessed something..."

"Don't worry, I messed up her mind." Voldemort's high-pitched and clear voice came in the darkness.

"Felix Hep is a master of memory..." Snape reminded.

Voldemort sneered a few times.

"If they investigate, they will find that Umbridge will identify a large number of spies, and you are just one of them. You didn't tell Avery your identity?"

"No. I have always been cautious." Snape said.

"That's not safe either," Voldemort stood up and paced in the empty room. "He is in St. Mungo's now?" Snape nodded. "Avery is seriously injured. It seems that he has injured his head and has not woken up yet."

"Then don't wake up." Voldemort said murderously. The hissing sound of the snakewood stick became louder, as if there were hundreds of snakes hidden in the room roaring.

"Master? Do you still want me to go back to school?" Snape asked in a low voice, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction at the right time.

"You don't want to, Severus?" Voldemort asked softly. He walked over, bathed in the moonlight, and his exposed pale skin seemed to be glowing. On that snake-like face, a pair of red eyes stared at Snape.

"Of course not," Snape said hesitantly, "I thought I could come back and join the Death Eaters this time."

Voldemort looked at him silently for a while.

"Have you been tired of your years of undercover career?" He said slowly, twisting the snakewood stick with his fingertips, "I still need you to help me do one last thing, Severus. After this is done, you can return to the Death Eaters' big family."

Snape looked up excitedly, then lowered his head, "Thank you, Master. I am willing to serve you, just like I did more than ten years ago."

"Very good. Dumbledore and I agreed to a duel, and one of them must die... but I didn't set a specific time. Do you know why?"

"I don't know, Master." Snape said.

"How is Dumbledore's hand injury?" Voldemort suddenly changed the subject.

"He suppressed the injury to his left hand and needs to take potions every once in a while. I have never seen such powerful magic, stronger than any curse. Most people would have died long ago."

"I have confidence in my magic." Voldemort said, and Snape shut up.

After a long time, Voldemort spoke: "Weaken Dumbledore as much as possible, Severus, but don't kill him. I want to see him fall in front of me. Your talent in potions is unmatched. I believe you can do it without anyone noticing."

"But Dumbledore may notice..."

"It will be too late by then, Severus. You have already retired. I will return all the glory that belongs to you. So be bold, Severus. I am waiting for your good news."

...

"Voldemort is ready to give up on you."

Dumbledore said in a deep voice, and Snape stared at him. It was already early in the morning, but Dumbledore showed no sign of falling asleep. He was dressed in full clothes, sitting at his desk, playing with a black gem ring in his hand.

"He is not sure whether Umbridge will leak the secret. Those words are just to comfort you. I guess he has arranged other tasks for you? And the timeliness is very strong?"

"He asked me to poison you," Snape said coldly: "The sooner the better."

Dumbledore smiled.

"Ah, I see. I've always been worried that he would vent his anger on you. This may be the biggest risk tonight. When Voldemort left, he was in a very bad mood. He hasn't been in a very good mood recently..."