Dobby left happily. Ron thought that the screams of the house-elves were too terrifying, which scared the others away. As Mr. Weasley went to visit Mrs. Weasley who had been sleepless all night, only Harry, Ron, Hermione and Felix were left in the ward.

"Professor, this is your ring," Hermione said reluctantly, taking out a ring from under the pillow, "I haven't had time to open it yet."

Felix took it, saw the expression on Hermione's face, and poured out a pile of magic notes from the ring, almost drowning her.

"It was originally prepared for you, Miss Granger. What you need now is extensive reading and practice, and have your own insights. Others can't help much in this regard."

Harry took the opportunity to ask about the mechanism of the protective magic on his body.

"That's an area I haven't touched upon." Felix shrugged and said, "I suggest you find a chance to ask Headmaster Dumbledore. He has cast more than one protective spell on you."

Ron watched Hermione happily put the rune notes into the beaded bag, and asked curiously, "Professor, how did you come back to life? And," he deliberately lowered his voice, "Hermione used a time-turner, which means you arrived early and watched the whole process?" Felix laughed

. "Actually, I had cameras installed around me at that time, so I didn't see the specific process clearly... But your screams were quite creepy, and I almost thought there was an accident." He said to Ron.

Ron scratched his head embarrassedly, but thinking of the terrible punishment of the Cruciatus Curse, he couldn't help but shudder.

"As for coming back to life... I've never died, so you can assume that I have mastered a magic similar to Apparition, but it looks a little scary." Felix explained.

"Is that so?" Ron was a little disappointed, "I thought--"

"Think I could withstand Voldemort's Killing Curse?" Felix asked with a smile, and Ron nodded. "This curse is probably the magic that Voldemort is best at. He understands the Killing Curse better than anyone else in the world. I'm not interested in experiencing it myself..."

"The Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Killing Curse are collectively known as the three unforgivable curses. In addition to the fact that there is no antidote, I think there is another important reason, that is, the power of the curse vaguely touches the realm of the soul--"

"Soul?" Ron said in astonishment.

"Yes, torture, control, destruction..." Felix said softly, and the three people on the hospital bed couldn't help but shudder. "Although I haven't tried it, I think these three spells are also effective against ghosts." Seeing their faces full of fear, Felix changed the subject and said, "In fact, there are ways to deal with the first two spells. Advanced memory magic is one of them, but I am more inclined to believe that this is the result of a very high degree of control over one's own will."

"Do you think that will can counter the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse?" Hermione asked sharply. She felt that this statement was a bit far-fetched.

"It is a firm will." Felix corrected, "I can give some examples, such as the Longbottom couple, and Harry's experience last night. Of course, these evidences are specious, and there are too many interference factors... But there are quite a few records showing that wizards can get rid of the influence of the Imperius Curse by themselves."

He tilted his head towards Harry. Harry had gotten rid of the Imperius Curse of Crouch Jr. At that time, Crouch Jr. was disguised as Professor Moody to teach. Harry had already confirmed it with the real Moody, and Moody was very sorry that it was not his idea.

Just as Felix was recommending the Happy Charm to Harry and Ron, Madam Pomfrey came in and, despite the three's protests, each of them drank a large glass of the Joy Potion. After drinking it, Harry, Ron and Hermione all giggled.

Madam Pomfrey said worriedly, "I can only try to keep them positive and optimistic, and not think about the terrible experience of that night for the time being... Maybe it won't be so scary when they recall it after a while."

"Madam Pomfrey, they are stronger than you think." Felix said to her and walked out of the ward.

At the door of the Ancient Rune Office, he saw Uriah, Byers and Bethenny waiting outside.

They came to say goodbye.

"Mr. Hep, I am very grateful for the communication during this period. I have an idea - to start a newspaper to promote the views of the Reform Society. I would like to ask if you mind if I put some of our previous discussions on it..." Felix

had no reason to refuse.

...

Harry stayed in the ward for a full five days, cooperating with Madam Pomfrey for various examinations every day. He felt like a little white mouse. Hermione was the first to recover and leave the hospital ward, followed by Ron, which made the next few days difficult. After he applied for discharge more than a dozen times, Madam Pomfrey finally agreed to his request.

But before leaving, Madam Pomfrey gave him a large jar of joy potion. Harry felt that all the stocks of the hospital ward were here. "You three have one, drink a small cup a day during this period." She said seriously. Judging from her posture, if Harry disagreed, she would force him to stay and supervise him to drink up the potion in the jar.

After leaving the hospital ward, Harry didn't know where to go for a while. He felt that he must look stupid holding the jar. He didn't want to go back to the common room either. During the days he lay in bed, he, Ron and Hermione spent a lot of time discussing the impact of Voldemort's resurrection. Hermione kept searching for useful information from the newspaper. His mind was a little numb.

He stood in the corridor, looking out the window. From where he was, he could see Hagrid's hut. The Beauxbatons carriage was still there, but the magical animal statues at the Ilvermorny Quidditch Stadium were gone. Harry realized that the tournament was over and they should have left Hogwarts...

However, Durmstrang's strange sailboat was still docked by the Black Lake. He saw ant-like little people moving on it. He wondered if Krum was among them.

"Hi, Harry." Neville's voice said, "You're out of the hospital. Wow, this must be a joy potion, but the one in your hand is much bigger than Ron's. You missed some things while you were in the hospital. The Ilvermorny and Ulgardo teams left."

Harry felt a little regretful. He hadn't thanked Nona in person yet. Her amulet was still quite useful. And there was Byers. He thought they were already friends, but Dumbledore forbade others to disturb them. There was nothing he could do about it. They were too popular. The flower baskets and fruit baskets brought by Madam Pomfrey filled the ward.

"...Since they couldn't see you, they prepared some farewell gifts and placed them in the dormitory...Ron decided to wait until you came back to open them. He had a hard time

holding back his laughter." Neville said, trying not to laugh. Harry thought about it and grinned as well.

"Why are Beauxbatons and Durmstrang still here?" he asked. "

That's what you're talking about," Neville scratched his round face, "The students at Beauxbatons stayed voluntarily, and Madame Maxime is still in school. I don't know why. But the students at Durmstrang are in a miserable state." "

What happened to them?"

"The headmaster of Durmstrang, the one called Karkaroff, sneaked away, leaving his students behind. No one knows when this happened. Ors Polyarco said that Mrs. Karkaroff has disappeared since the night you came back."

Harry was extremely surprised. A headmaster of a magic school was scared away by the power of Voldemort, who was hundreds of kilometers away? This made him feel heavy in his heart, and his stomach seemed to be tied with a stone, falling down.

"Then how should they go back? They must be scared."

To Harry's surprise, Neville laughed.

"Well - to be honest, their emotions are relatively stable. Karkaroff is not very popular, remember? Just because Polyarco showed some dark magic in the duel class, he was severely punished by Karkaroff after returning."

"But he was doing it to protect the reputation of his school!" Harry shouted.

Neville shook his head, and also felt that Karkaroff's behavior was unreasonable.

At this time, Professor McGonagall hurried over from the other side of the corridor.

"Potter, come with me, the headmaster wants to see you--"

Harry said goodbye to Neville, who offered to help him take the euphoria potion back to the dormitory, which made Harry very grateful. He followed Professor McGonagall to the statue in the headmaster's office, but Professor McGonagall did not follow him, so he pushed the door open by himself and almost bumped into Snape. Snape's face was not looking good, his face was even paler, and he exuded coldness from the inside out. Before

Harry could take a closer look, Snape threw his robe and walked away from him.

Harry walked into the office, and Headmaster Dumbledore put his hands on the table, staring at a shallow stone basin in a daze. Harry recognized what it was, it was a Pensieve. It was the first time he saw a real Pensieve, but he had seen something similar in the Rune Club.

"You should recognize what this is, Harry?" Dumbledore smiled and raised his head.

"Yes, Professor," Harry's heart began to beat, "Professor Heppe has imitated the Pensieve to make some magic items..."

"Ah, ancient magic is indeed very convenient," Dumbledore said with a smile, "It can be used in ancient magic, and it can also be used to make magic items. If I hadn't been unable to stop in the past few years, I would definitely take the time to study..."

"Then, Harry, maybe you can guess why I'm looking for you?" He put his fingers together, sat behind the chair and looked at Harry quietly. There were too many emotions hidden in his eyes, and Harry couldn't understand them at all.

"Well, I guess - you want to tell me something?" Harry honestly said what he was thinking.

"That's right, Voldemort has resurrected, and Harry, you are deeply entangled with his fate. I think - it's time for you to know something and focus on some questions," Dumbledore's blue eyes said through his half-moon glasses, "Of course, I also have a request."

"Request?" Harry looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he could do for the headmaster.

"I want to see what happened that night," Dumbledore said softly, "through your perspective."

"My perspective..." Harry repeated slowly, his mind a little confused.

"Yes, I told you in the first year that Voldemort's unsuccessful killing curse linked you to him, which makes you able to sense his emotions under certain circumstances--"

"So you asked Professor Happ to teach me the brain block technique?" Harry blurted out.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Considering that Voldemort is becoming stronger and stronger, and his resurrection seems unstoppable, I am worried that as he becomes stronger, he will discover this connection and even control you in return."

Harry was horrified. He dared not imagine this scene. The scar on his forehead was aching, but it was nothing compared to the potential consequences. He never considered that his scar would become something like a medium for the Imperius Curse.

"But you have learned the brain block technique well," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I am only explaining to you the most serious consequences, and I believe that it is difficult for Voldemort to control your body from a long distance." Harry

breathed a sigh of relief. He thought of the headmaster's request just now, and an idea popped up in his mind, "Then do you think that my perspective--um--can see different things?"

His attitude began to waver again. So far, his connection with Voldemort has been a good thing.

But the potential dangers cannot be ignored.

"I can't give you an accurate answer, Harry," Dumbledore said, "but I have a conjecture. When you get too close to Voldemort, this connection will be strengthened, and perhaps some secrets will be exposed, and these secrets are hidden in your memory."

"I agree." Harry said, and then he hesitated: "But I don't know how to extract memories. I know the principle, but I have never tried it myself-"

"I can assist you in casting spells." Dumbledore said, "But don't worry, let's look at a few memories together first."

...

At the same time, Draco Malfoy was holding a letter in a daze.

The letter was sent to him by his mother. At first glance, there was nothing unusual. The content of the letter was full of a mother's longing for her son, not to mention that the letter also included a list of dinner dishes. It was

only when Draco read it for the second time that he realized something was wrong. His mother was rarely so verbose.

The Malfoy family has many rules, but it seems that only one is suitable for the current situation. Draco silently recited a string of numbers in his mind, and picked out the letters on the letter paper in order. Soon he opened his eyes wide. The message conveyed by this secret letter was:

find an opportunity to fight with Potter.

...

The night before leaving school, the front page of the Daily Prophet refreshed the hot topic of Hogwarts. Fudge finally walked out of the office. After hurriedly admitting that the mysterious man was really back, he showed that he was not suitable to lead the wizarding world that was now in a state of war, and decided to take the initiative to step down from the position of Minister of Magic.

Harry stared at the photo of Fudge surrounded by flashes on the newspaper for a long time. He looked like he was a dozen years older when he appeared again. He was thinner and looked extremely haggard. While relieving his anger, Harry felt sorry for him.

At this time, Dumbledore stood up and gave a speech. He affirmed the authenticity of the Ministry of Magic's claim that Voldemort had returned from the dead, and reiterated the significance of the tournament, emphasizing that "understanding and unity among wizards" was more important than ever before.

"Every guest in this hall is welcome to come back at any time if they wish."

Harry stared at the content of the newspaper. The new Minister of Magic will be replaced by former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, next week...

Is Sirius with her now?

"...Voldemort is very good at creating conflict and hostility. Only by showing the same unbreakable friendship and trust can we fight him to the end."

The second edition introduces the wartime survival manual urgently produced by the Ministry of Magic, which will be distributed in the next few days and sent to every wizard family by owl.

I hope it works...

"We will all face dark and difficult times... Many families will be torn apart, and you will have to choose between the right way and the shortcut..."

The fourth edition is bad news. Azkaban has a large-scale prison break and the Dementors have collectively defected. The good news is that there are not many casualties. Acting Minister Ms. Bones decided to relax restrictions and recruit a group of Aurors and strikers.

The pace of the war has accelerated...

"We still have to thank four people, three of whom are still students. I'm talking about Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They have shown fearlessness in all aspects. Few people have shown such courage in the face of Voldemort... Courage and wisdom coexist. They cleverly asked Professor Felix Hep for help, successfully escaped from Voldemort's clutches, and made Voldemort's tricks public." Dumbledore

raised his goblet. Harry hurriedly followed suit and raised his glass, and together with Ron and Hermione, they welcomed the gazes of all kinds in the hall.

The school year is over, Harry thought.

But the war has begun.