"How did you know?" Harry asked the question for Hermione.

"Well, this is it," Ron said timidly as if he had been stung by a Billywig bug, "Collins seemed to have mentioned it to me at the dinner party."

"Seems?" Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

"I didn't hear it clearly at the time, it was too noisy," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, trying to ease the serious atmosphere, "Just now when Hermione said to put the fragments in something, I suddenly thought of it."

Hermione looked furious, and Harry couldn't help but look at Ron with sympathy. Fortunately, at this time, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

Neville walked in. "Hi, Harry, Ron, hello, oh, Hermione is here too... I heard some rumors from the prefects, and they were particularly weird... But you didn't come back last night, so I knew it was related to you, and I thought you must need this..."

He raised the two bulging sets of clothes in his hand, walked closer, and then his eyes widened, staring at the bed of broken golden eggs in his sight, unable to speak.

"Thank you, you came just in time. We just need a piece of clothing." Harry said thankfully. He walked forward and took the clothes. "Uh, sit anywhere, Neville. Don't press on the pieces of the golden egg. We're not sure if we need to put them back together."

Hermione puffed her lips and took away the only useful piece. "See you in the library." She quickly slipped out of the ward.

At this time, Harry and Ron took off their pajamas and started to get dressed. Neville sat on Ron's bed nervously, staring at the pieces. They looked like they had been treated very roughly. "So, it's true?"

"Oh, what?" Harry asked, putting a sweater on his head.

"I heard from Lee Jordan that Professor Moody is actually a dark wizard in disguise, and his purpose is to steal your golden egg. You and Ron beat him away last night..."

Harry and Ron stopped and looked at each other. One of Harry's sleeves was still hanging down. He muttered, "Except for the first sentence, the rest is nonsense."

Ron put on his clothes, patted Neville on the shoulder, and said, "Mate, the real Professor Moody is in the intensive care unit not far from here. Maybe you can ask him. Maybe he knows!" When he saw Neville's interested expression, he immediately stammered, "I'm kidding, don't ask..."

Neville shook his head, "I won't ask. But I want to visit him. He is very nice to me. Remember? He gave me the book "Magical Aquatic Plants in the Mediterranean and Their Characteristics"."

"What if it was sent by that Death Eater?" Ron guessed, "Listen to me, Neville. Moody got into trouble this time. He was set up by the You-Know-Who. He and the Death Eater took turns teaching us, so the professors didn't notice. Now no one knows which class was taught by the real Moody." As he was talking, he suddenly clapped his hands and yelled, "Damn it! I said which professor would dare to cast the Unforgivable Curse on us?"

Neville looked stunned. He didn't expect that this matter would involve the You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters.

Ron vented for a while and calmed down. He said in an expectant tone, "I hope Professor Moody will be nicer to us in the new semester, but it's hard to say... He may not be able to come back."

Harry's heart suddenly pounded. If Professor Moody couldn't teach them next semester, the school must find a new teacher for them, even if it was temporary, like Professor Belby in the second grade.

But he changed his mind and thought of the curse problem that Ron had mentioned to him. But Professor Belby was still fine... He tried to convince himself, but what if? He dared not imagine the consequences of Sirius having an accident. Although he did not know that he had a godfather for the first thirteen years of his life, and had never even heard of him, he found that he could not leave him.

Harry could not make up his mind for a moment, not knowing whether to tell Sirius. There was something he really wanted to say, his godfather was too boring. Apart from practicing magic and playing chess with the old men in the Muggle community, all his thoughts were on him. Sirius should have his own life, such as finding a job or starting a family...

"Harry, Harry!" Ron said loudly in his ear.

"Oh what?" Harry raised his head, and Ron and Neville were looking at him.

Ron shrugged, "Help me persuade Neville, he still wants to visit that powder keg... What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Harry said quickly, "I mean of course, I agree."

"You agree?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Yes, we should go visit Professor Moody. He doesn't seem to have many relatives." Harry said casually. He decided to postpone this matter and make a temporary decision if Sirius asked.

...

At the entrance of the castle hall, Draco Malfoy leaned against the oak door in boredom, holding a green gift wrapping ribbon in his hand. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy surrounded him.

"Didn't you apply for staying in school?"

Draco wrinkled his nose. "I don't know. My father suddenly asked me to do it. I told Professor Snape in advance." He looked back in the direction of the hall from time to time. His father came to pick him up this morning. He ran into Professor Happ on the way, and then he was sent aside.

He swung the ribbon in his hand. It was pulled off the gift box. He always felt that his father's expression when he came over was very complicated, and there was a taste of disappointment. But he didn't do anything recently, so he must have seen it wrong.

"...Yes, the traces that night were particularly strong...After that, it dimmed, almost the same as more than ten years ago." Lucius Malfoy whispered, taking the opportunity to exchange canes, his two gray eyes looked around inconspicuously.

"I know." Felix said.

Lucius nodded slightly, took two steps back, and raised his voice: "You should mind your own business." He turned and left with a cold smile on his face. When he walked to Draco, his son looked at him with a worried look.

"Dad, what's wrong, you..."

"Didn't I tell you not to touch things you shouldn't touch?" Lucius was furious when he saw his son, but some things couldn't be said openly, especially when it came to the Dark Lord's diary and the agreement with Hyp, so he could only find fault with other things.

"There are three warriors of your age, why aren't you there?"

Draco felt very wronged, "Dad, they cheated in some way!"

Lucius glanced at him, switched his cane to his right hand, and left with Draco in his left hand.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy were left watching their backs. Pansy said hesitantly: "Uncle Malfoy looks very angry, and Draco hasn't gotten into any trouble recently?"

She looked at Crabbe and Goyle with suspicion, "Is it you who caused the trouble?"

The two shook their heads quickly.

At this time, Felix came over with a newspaper. The three people called out "Professor" and left in a hurry. Felix walked out of the castle and stood on the marble steps. He could still see Malfoy and his son at the end of his sight. Lucius was saying something to Draco, and Draco looked very unconvinced.

Facing the winter sun, Felix shook the newspaper in his hand. The active Dark Mark on the headline was very conspicuous. The headline on the newspaper was written in blood-red words:

"Death Eaters are still at large? Or is the mysterious man making a comeback?"

It is reported that Barty Crouch, who served as the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department and was responsible for two large-scale international events (Quidditch World Cup and Championship), was attacked by unknown persons at home last night. The scene was in chaos, Crouch was nowhere to be found, and the old house had become a ruin.

The most shocking thing was the Dark Mark hanging high in the air. All the Ministry of Magic staff who arrived at the scene were speechless. A rude-looking female official with a face full of flesh was so scared that she collapsed on the ground. When the reporter approached to interview the hysterical official, he did not get any useful information, but was insulted for no reason. The reporter later learned that the female official had been demoted for poor work and trying to drive away the Dementors to cover up a scandal in the Ministry of Magic. The incident involved the brother of a dark hero who silently resisted the You-Know-Who during the war. For details, please refer to Chapter 7 of the new book "Running Away from the Black Terror" by our special correspondent Rita Skeeter...

Anyone who has experienced that horrible war will not forget what the Dark Mark represents, but in the fourteenth year after the death of the You-Know-Who and the end of the war, when we won the Quidditch World Cup for the first time in nearly thirty years, and successfully dug out the competition from history and gave it new meaning, making the people excited, we have to rethink: Have we really completely gotten rid of the shadow of war? Or is this just the clarion call for another war?

Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic has not performed well in this emergency. If some of us still miss the rule of a demon who cannot even be named, and our Ministry of Magic is still unaware of this, but instead puts a lot of energy into insignificant potion cooperation and is complacent, I can almost assert that the Ministry of Magic will be greatly disappointed. As

of the time of sending the message, the latest news obtained by our reporter is that Mr. Barty Crouch has not encountered any accident. He is receiving treatment in secret. The young official who spoke on behalf of the Ministry of Magic refused to disclose more information. He just repeatedly claimed that he was busy with work and had to complete a large number of backlogs on behalf of Mr. Crouch.

For Barty Crouch's work experience, please see page 4 of this newspaper, which has a detailed introduction. Finally, if you want to know more about He Who Must Not Be Named and his evil gang, please read our reporter Rita Skeeter's new book, "Against the Black Terror," which will be signed at Flourish and Blotts on January 1. Support owl mail, the specific method is...'

"That's all, the rest is rubbish." Hermione looked up from the newspaper and said.

Harry and Ron looked at each other for a long time, and Ron suddenly laughed with a wheeze, "She, she didn't know that person was still alive, did she? Otherwise she would never have the courage to make up a story about the You-Know-Who..."

Harry and Hermione also laughed, they all knew what kind of person Rita Skeeter was.

At this moment, they were sitting at a table by the window of the library. There were two large piles of books near the aisle to avoid the sharp sight of the librarian, Madam Pince. Harry also used the unskilled Hushing Charm to make their voices not too loud.

Ron laughed so hard that he fell down, lying on the table, pounding the table with his fists. "Oh... it's the opposite of the Black Terror... I think she's just trying to attract hatred." After he had laughed enough, he said seriously: "Should we write an anonymous letter to remind her."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We can't reveal... you know, we promised Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Well," Ron said regretfully, "I guess she won't believe it. Instead, she will think we are spreading rumors and throw the letter into the trash can... Maybe Dumbledore has already told Fudge."

"That's possible." Hermione nodded and agreed with him.

Harry took the newspaper and turned to the fourth page. Sure enough, he saw the resume of Mr. Barty Crouch. The content on it was very detailed, even including his family, which was more convenient for Harry.

"Look here," he pointed to a line of small words and said, "Barty Crouch originally had a promising future and was the closest person to the position of Minister of Magic. However, because his family had a son who was a Death Eater, his reputation plummeted and he had to be transferred to the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation as Director. Moreover, a few years later, not only did his son die in Azkaban, but even his wife, who had always been in poor health, died not long after..."

Ron and Hermione looked at him in surprise. Harry said, "Yes, we all know who Voldemort's spy is. The problem is... he is already dead in the official records."

"This is incredible. Could it be Barty Crouch..." Ron looked at the two meaningfully.

"You said he abused his power for personal gain?" Hermione said sharply.

After thinking carefully for a while, they couldn't think of any other possibilities. The most important thing was that Ron said, "That's his son." In the end, they had to think that Barty Crouch had used some means to deceive Azkaban and modify the official records.

They had mixed feelings for Barty Crouch lying in the hospital ward. On the one hand, he was a victim, but on the other hand, he might have trampled on the law behind the scenes and let a heinous Death Eater go. This Death Eater had found his biggest backer and was making plans for his former master to make a comeback.

Seeing that the atmosphere was really serious, Hermione took out a piece of parchment from the book "The Controversy of the Fifth Element" and handed it to Harry and Ron.

Harry looked at the thing in his hand that looked like a poem and read the first sentence: "Find us, where our voices are heard. What is this?" "

The information cracked from the golden egg." Hermione said briefly.

Harry and Ron widened their eyes, put their heads together, and read the contents above:

'Find us, where our voices are heard,

we can't sing on the ground.

When you search, please remember the key points:

purple represents strength;

blue represents wisdom;

gold represents growth.

Seize the time, crisis is everywhere;

weigh carefully, and choices are inevitable.

When the gold overflows,

you will see each other and

return with a full load.

Harry and Ron took a deep breath and stared at the items above. "

My intuition tells me that the second project must be difficult." Ron said pessimistically.

Harry felt the same way. He tried to decipher the content above: "Well, look for us, where the sound came from. We can't sing on the ground. So, the second project is in the water? Black Lake?"

Hermione nodded happily, "I thought so too. Go on, let's compare our ideas."

"Well, then the next sentence, it's obviously asking us to find something, should it be three things, or three categories?" Harry looked at Hermione hesitantly, but Hermione smiled and didn't reveal any information.

"Well, no matter what it is, they are different. They are divided into strength, wisdom, and... growth? I guess it's some kind of test. The next two sentences are to remind us to be careful, and it involves choices. It's really strange... In the end, the gold overflows and we see each other. Does this mean we have to separate? Only when this condition is met can we meet again?"

When Harry deduced this clue, his eyes widened, and three pairs of eyes looked at each other.

Ron wailed.

At this moment, a silver, small swift flew through the window of the library and landed lightly in front of them. The patronus of language opened its mouth, and Professor Hep's voice came from inside,

"Harry, come to my office at 8 o'clock tonight, and you will be alone."