This is indeed not good news.

"Did he say what he was going to do?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape shook his head and sneered: "Albus, Potter has long said that Crouch had tampered with his brain and his memory had been processed."

"If he could remember those plans, Potter would have dug them out long ago."

"You know, he has a nose like a hound."

Dumbledore comforted him: "Severus, you don't have to do this. Didn't Harry expect this to happen?"

Crouch has never been a man who settles down.

Even if he was imprisoned and slept all day, no one would think that he could be as peaceful as he appeared.

Rats in the sewers are the most difficult to guard against.

You never know when it will pop out from a corner.

Harry was worried about what was going to happen.

So tell Ron, tell Neville, tell them to keep an eye out for the Room of Requirement.

As for the Order of the Phoenix, Harry also made many suggestions.

Snape said nothing and looked at Dumbledore coldly.

"We can't contact Harry right now." The white-haired old man said softly, "Even Mr. Geralt and Ms. Yennefer can't."

Snape turned his head away and said stubbornly: "Albus, are you sick again?"

"Who cares Potter?"

"It's about the Dark Lord. They still have preparations."

Dumbledore smiled at him.

Snape continued, "Nagini, the snake, how is the situation over there?"

“There’s no way I can get through.”

Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "I asked Rita and Hestia to monitor there early in the morning."

"Ms. Jones is a good witch, but that guy Skeeter..." Snape said calmly.

Dumbledore raised his hand and tapped the air.

A small mirror flew over.

He chanted a spell over it.

On the mirror, magic power surged, and the picture appeared in a flash.

In the mirror, an older, kind-looking lady emerged. She was wearing a dark green suit and holding a magic wand. The tip of the wand was glowing brightly, and she was maintaining a spell.

Her voice was also gentle: "Albus?"

"My dear Hestia, how are things going over there?" Dumbledore asked.

Hesica smiled helplessly: "Everything is fine."

"The snake named Nagini was very quiet and stayed in the woods."

"It's just that Rita is in charge of the close surveillance. She can be a bit annoying sometimes, just like a ladybug."

Snape came closer: "Are you sure no one has touched Nagini?"

"Or some other creature approaching?"

Hestia nodded. "Professor Snape, you're here too? Of course, I'm sure."

"My spells are still OK."

"No one has come here during this time. And I have used magic to count all the snakes in the forest, except for Nagini, and no new snakes have come here during this time."

This was Harry's special instruction.

Snake Laoqiang can completely convey messages through snakes.

Even if Voldemort is not resurrected, the Horcrux can restore some of its wisdom after receiving some sacrifices.

Snape said nothing.

"Thank you for your hard work, Hestia." Dumbledore said gently.

Hesjia was not happy: "If you think I'm having a hard time, then get others to help me as soon as possible."

"Rita's spells are terrible. She told me that she got an 'E' in spells in the OWLS exam, but I don't think she's even at the A level."

Dumbledore coughed twice: "Of course, I will."

"Gideon and Fabian are a bit busy at work. I think they'll be able to find time in a week."

"Dedalo has time..."

The first two names made Hesjia very happy.

They were two very reliable wizards, Molly Weasley's brothers. They were as mature and steady as Molly.

But when she heard the last name, her face suddenly changed.

"No, Albus." She shook her head quickly, her tone serious, "Don't do that. If it's him, it's better to let Sirius come. After all, he has become much more reliable now."

Dedalus was once known as a "no-brainer" just like Sirius Black.

But now…

Sirius has been reborn and is recognized as having grown a brain. Although he has a strong boyish air - which may be related to the fact that he has never been in a relationship, at least he is willing to open his mind, think, and listen to other people's advice.

Only Dedalus remained as sincere as ever.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Sirius can't."

"But Remus can, let him go over and help you now, how about that?"

Hesica nodded, somewhat relieved: "That's great, Albus you can still recommend some reliable helpers."

They talked for a while and then cut off the communication.

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Snape: "Severus, how is it, can you feel relieved now?"

"Harry counted everything."

"Even with such a small matter as Nagini, how could he not be prepared?"

He paused for a moment and said, "Besides, Severus, we all know that Harry has lived in that world longer than in Hogwarts. He is very experienced."

"Even Mr. Geralt, who is the same age as me, said that Harry is a mature and stable witcher."

"Harry will be fine."

"Albus." Snape's voice was cold and stiff. "I said, I'm not concerned about that stupid Potter."

"I will try to contact Crouch more and see if I can trick the last person into revealing his identity and whereabouts."

"Or, does the Dark Lord have more Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore snickered.

It was not common for Snape to be so stubborn even though he had won a small victory.

He glared at Dumbledore fiercely and left with a flick of his sleeves.

If the professor had not been authorized to deduct points from the headmaster, he would have said, "Albus Dumbledore, I am going to deduct fifty points from you for your boring and disgusting speculation!"

At this time.

He did think well of Potter.

After all, he was the only one in the entire Hogwarts who could put Headmaster Dumbledore in detention.

The wizarding world is undercurrent.

In another world.

After a day's journey, Harry and Hermione finally arrived at the border post before nightfall.

Different from the sparse wilderness along the way.

There are more traces of human activities here.

Hermione also saw the most famous scenery in this world - the dead tree with a dead body hanging on it.

Some have been air-dried.

Some of them had just died, and were surrounded by flies and insects, emitting a pungent, headache-inducing stench.

Outside the outpost, there was a large group of people gathered.

They huddled together around their carriage, treating it as a temporary shelter.

The road was blocked and narrow.

Harry and Hermione had to dismount and walk towards the bridge where the sentries were guarding.

The darkness made it impossible to see their faces clearly.

But the exquisite, gorgeous robe and the youthful and innocent temperament could not be concealed by the dim twilight.

Almost the moment he dismounted, a large group of refugees rushed over.