Dumbledore waved his wand.

The little lions and the little snakes were forced to separate.

"It's the last night of the school year, let's leave some good impressions." He said softly, and waved his hand again. The magic power surged, forcing these aggrieved students to sit back.

The students sat down obediently.

Only from time to time a few little lions and snakes would show their teeth.

"It has been a long year," Dumbledore said quietly. "A lot has happened at Hogwarts."

"For example, the Triwizard Tournament, although there were some special circumstances, it still had a good result."

At this point, he paused for a moment and said, "Speaking of the Triwizard Tournament, I have to say a few more words like a normal old man."

"I suppose you've all read those second-rate papers like the Daily Prophet."

The little wizards burst into laughter.

"But as witnesses of the Triwizard Tournament, you have been the audience from beginning to end. You should be able to tell how many lies there are in the Daily Prophet."

"Harry was framed from the beginning. Remember those two extra pieces of paper that came out of the Goblet of Fire?"

“That group of people had been planning this for a long time.”

His reminder finally made the little wizards remember what happened at the Halloween dinner.

There were signs of everything from the very beginning.

When the discussion gradually died down, Dumbledore continued, "Then, at the strong request of Vice-Principal McGonagall, I felt that I had to shoulder some of the responsibilities that a headmaster should have."

"Here, as the principal, I make a request to you."

"Whether it's this summer or next school year, I hope you can study hard. The grades of owls and newts have dropped a little in recent years."

"The number of students receiving '0' and 'E' grades has increased, but the proportion has decreased slightly."

Professor McGonagall turned her head away in disapproval.

Is that lower?

Yes, a lot!

Only Harry's class has some hope, as for the others... it doesn't matter.

The young wizards looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

Although... the headmaster should indeed urge students to study hard, it is incredible to hear such words coming from Dumbledore.

The next sentence exposed Dumbledore's true nature.

"Of course, before studying hard, let's enjoy the dinner tonight!"

"Let us once again welcome the distinguished guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang who have come from afar!"

The students cheered.

Next, there was no awarding of the house cup, which disappointed the Ravenclaws. This year, they took first place - although three days ago, Gryffindor was first and Slytherin was second.

At the beginning of this year's school year, professors repeatedly reminded students not to fight or brawl in front of students from other schools.

Especially after Harry became a warrior.

The Gryffindors were more restrained, they wanted to have the best academic year possible - to win both the House Cup and the Triwizard Cup. Their competition with the Slytherins became the professors' favorite competition in the classroom.

The college scores are soaring.

Even this year George and Fred are both positive scorers.

Although in the last three days, the true face was revealed.

Both colleges were deducted 70 to 80 points, allowing Ravenclaw, which was originally ranked third, to immediately make a comeback.

The dinner is in progress.

The Gryffindors carefully lit the fireworks and attacked the little snakes right under the professor's nose.

The little snakes were harassed, but they had no fireworks and it was impossible for them to go to Gryffindor to buy some. At this time, the kind-hearted little badger appeared and sold the fireworks in their hands to the little snakes.

The basic model is only six nites!

The badgers had an endless supply of fireworks - they only had to buy them from the Weasley brothers for five Knuts.

Fleur pulled Hermione aside to discuss things like beauty magic and magical perfume.

Krum came over.

"Congratulations." He held up a cup filled with fresh carrot juice.

"Thanks, some whiskey?" Harry shook the bottle at him.

"No." Krum shook his head decisively. He had the self-discipline of a professional athlete. "I can't drink alcohol."

Harry nodded.

"I want to ask, do you know where Mr. Karkaroff is?" Krum said anxiously, "He hasn't shown up since the night of the Triwizard Tournament."

This is far more terrifying than not winning the Triwizard Tournament.

I came out to participate in a competition and lost my principal.

Who can accept this?

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

Not only did he not know, Snape didn't know either. No one had contacted him since that night.

Krum responded incredulously: "Mr. Potter, you really don't know?"

"Of course." Harry nodded. "Why don't you ask the almighty Professor Dumbledore?"

Krum sighed, "I asked, and I asked Professor Snape, but they said they didn't know."

The principal is missing, and even returning to Durmstrang has become a problem. Are we really going to just go back and tell the professors and students of the school that we are out participating in a competition and the principal is missing?

the next day.

Beauxbatons' carriage flew away.

Miss Fleur Delacour also took away a piece of the little wizard's heart.

Krum and the others stood on the boat, staring at the shore of the Black Lake, feeling very confused. Did they have to stay in Hogwarts until Karkaroff came back?

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick was kind enough to send them on their way... oh, no, to send them home.

Go over and explain it to them.

The young wizards of Hogwarts also boarded the train back to London.

The Dursleys followed suit.

This was their first time riding a wizard train, but the experience was no different from that of an ordinary person's train - if you ignored the flying fireworks and strange creatures that were running around.

The snacks interested Dudley.

but……

It was only a momentary interest, and the taste was not much better than the snacks he ate. Although wizards had food magic, ordinary people also had food technology.

Only the Bibiduo strange-flavored beans made Dudley a little reluctant to let go. He had never eaten a snack with so many flavors before - he had eaten all the way, but he had not tasted many repeated flavors.

Sirius and Lupin also went back with Harry and the others.

Lupin had to take advantage of this time to have a good rest. Although the Weasley brothers had a batch of fireworks stolen by Ludo for free, their reputation had been successfully spread, and the summer vacation was destined to be busy - even with the help of George and Fred.

The train stops at King's Cross Station.

They said goodbye and separated.

"So how are we going to get home?" Sirius took out a bag and was eager to use it. "How about a motorcycle? I have two here. Dudley can definitely drive one by himself."

Dudley raised his hands excitedly, "No problem for me."

He loved motorcycles very much, but no matter how he begged, Vernon and Penny would not agree, as they thought they were too dangerous.

"I don't think this is a good choice." Vernon shook his head, his face looking a little ugly. He stared at Harry, "We can definitely take a taxi. I can still afford this amount of money."

"Harry?" Sirius ignored him and looked at his godson.

Harry shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

Sirius was stunned. He looked around and said, "Hey, don't worry. We will find a corner and use a Muggle Repelling Charm. No one will find us..."

"No, that's not the question," Harry interrupted. "It's my bike that the hat is riding on, and we agreed to meet at my aunt's house."

Penny and Vernon were a little confused.

The hat...is a person?

Or is it really a hat?

"The Sorting Hat?" Sirius was startled and sighed, "Well, since it's this..."

"Then shall we take a taxi back?"

Vernon breathed a sigh of relief, and they walked out of the train station and hailed a taxi.

Petunia and Dudley went in first, and just as Lupin sat down, Sirius grabbed the car door and was about to get in.

Harry and Vernon grabbed him together.

"What's wrong?" Sirius looked confused. "I can't get in the car. Do you want me to run back? I can..."

"A car can only seat three people at most." Vernon emphasized, "The space in the car is limited."

Sirius didn't have a deep understanding of the term "limited space". Wizards usually have invisible extension spells, such as the Knight Bus, which looks like an ordinary bus on the outside, but can easily fit all the wizards in Great Britain in it.

Lupin looked at Dudley, then at Petunia, and immediately got out: "Sirius, you take this one."

"I want to be with Harry," Sirius muttered, pushing down on Lupin's head, trying to push him back in.

Lupin grabbed his hand and said, "Don't make trouble. You are suitable to be with them."

"I also think Mr. Lupin might be better." Vernon offered his opinion. This Lupin looked very mature and had a reliable temperament that was rarely seen in wizards.

Moreover, although he knew very well that Sirius was wrongly accused, the overwhelming number of wanted posters during that period still left him with too many and too deep impressions.

Harry lowered his voice: "Sirius is indeed safer."

Lupin stiffened unnaturally.

"At least it's safer than Uncle Remus and me." Harry explained further.

Sirius thought of something.

He nodded, got in the car, and with Dudley's help, fastened his seatbelt.

The taxi driver looked at Vernon with pity and took the twenty pounds he handed over. It was really not easy for a man to bring two or three silly children.

Vernon quickly stopped the second car.

After getting in the car, he lowered his voice and looked at Lupin: "I think this gentleman is much more reliable than Mr. Black."

"Uncle Remus has a strange disease," Harry explained simply. "When he's not sick, he's the best uncle in the world, but he's very concerned about this disease."

"Just like Professor Dumbledore, who always cares about insignificant things."

"It's very awkward."

Lupin said shyly: "It's not a disease."

"It's an illness." Harry pulled two books out of his pocket. "Hermione and I have done some research, although it was in our spare time, as a subject to relax."

"But we have still achieved some results in our research."

Fenon tilted his neck and tried hard to look.

On the cover of one of the books, there is a word meaning "werewolf".