Chapter 281

Harry was a little troubled when he first started school. It was a nightmare: in a dilapidated house, a misshapen-looking baby – Harry guessed it was Voldemort, a wizard with his left hand and right leg cut off – and that night Harry had seen his hands and feet cut off, no doubt Peter, as reported by the Daily Prophet after his escape. There were also two wizards Harry didn't know - a handsome-looking wizard with crazy eyes, and another wizard hidden under his hood so that Harry couldn't see his face.

It was in this house that Harry saw a Muggle being killed "with his own eyes". Harry didn't know why he had this dream, but he didn't dare to take it as a dream, as the Death Eaters rioted at the Quidditch World Cup and ended up with the Dark Mark of the Dark Magic. These were all related to Voldemort, and later on the school year, Harry learned from Ron that Mr. Weasley had gone to help Moody in the event of an attack...... These things mixed up with the Triwizard Tournament gave Harry a very bad feeling.

Harry was in his fourth year, and every semester since his first year Harry had to go through a crisis, and he could already smell something about danger, and although he might not know what that meant, it didn't stop Harry from knowing that something was wrong.

For the fact that he became a warrior, Harry also went from the surprise at the beginning to the later doubts, indeed, Harry was indeed a little excited during the time when he first became a warrior, after all, Gryffindor's little lion likes to be in the limelight, but calm down and think about it, Harry doesn't feel that he will be selected by the Goblet of Fire at all, Harry knows his own pounds, especially after getting closer to Solim, Harry knows very well that he is still far away, not to mention those senior students, Harry knows very well that there is a gap between himself and those who often follow Solim to the small classroom, whether it is Hermione, who has always been excellent, or Neville, who has always had a weak sense of existence, and even Malfoy, who doesn't pay much attention to himself now, these people are better than themselves in many ways, and these people are not chosen, so why should they be chosen by themselves who are worse than them?

Harry had this question, but he had never told anyone else, but today was different, and now he was alone with the headmaster he trusted the most, and Harry could say what was on his mind.

"It looks like you're finally realizing the most critical issue. Dumbledore was still sitting in his high-backed chair, looking at Harry through his half-moon glasses, "Growth is exciting, isn't it?"

Dumbledore pushed a carved plate on the table, "Would you like some? Beetle chocolate, it tastes good." Ambrosius would often give me some new products from their shop - oh, he's the owner of Duke Honey, and I'm sure you've been in his shop. "

Harry did buy quite a few things from Duke Honey, but he was only interested in the normal sweets. Whether it's the beetle chocolate he saw now, or the bloody lollipop he saw last time he came out of the secret passage, Harry was still insensitive to this strange taste.

"Sometimes it's nice to try something new. Seeing that Harry wasn't ready to eat, Dumbledore threw a live beetle into his mouth.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Was that really just a dream?" The nightmare was so real, Harry was a little unsure, "I mean—it was so real, I still remember every word they said, where they stood, and even their expressions.

"Dreams are peculiar, Harry. Dumbledore said, "Peter has escaped from prison, and I have received some information that instructs that Voldemort did have a new servant, and I suspect that it was this servant who helped Peter escape, and that it was he who planned some of the events." "

"Voldemort is back?" Harry was shocked, "he-"

"No, I don't think he'...... returned," Dumbledore said with some solemnity, "but I think he's hurrying to get his purpose there." "

"What's that?"

"As you said before, you're a little confused about the choice of the Goblet of Fire. Dumbledore said, "There are so many students who are better than you, why would the Goblet of Fire choose you?" Of course...... I'm not saying you didn't do well in competitions, and I don't think a lot of students who are older than you can do that. "

"That's all because of Solim. Harry smiled wryly and said, "I don't think it would have been for him—"

"Ah—yes, Mr. Selwyn may have been of great help to you. But have you ever thought that—" Dumbledore looked at Harry, "if it weren't for him, a lot of things would have come out in a much more obvious way before our eyes." "

"I don't know what you mean...... Professor. "

"It's okay, you'll understand. Dumbledore said forgivingly.

Actually, Dumbledore was right, if it weren't for Solim, maybe Moody would have shown more of his feet. In some ways, Solim gave Voldemort a lot of convenience. It allowed Barty Jr. to better carry out Voldemort's plan, and there was almost no trace of his involvement in the whole thing.

"Isn't it Karkaroff?" it occurred to Harry, "Sirius told me that Karkaroff was a Death Eater. "

"It's the 'former' Death Eater, Harry, and he's never going to get back into that crowd again. Dumbledore stood up, "But now that we're talking about him—come, Harry, I'm going to show you something." "

Harry saw Dumbledore walk over to the silver basin. In the small classroom, Solim sometimes talked about something interesting, and once mentioned that there was a meditation basin in the principal's room, which could put memories into the basin and allow people to revisit past memories with the help of the meditation basin.

"Are you ready?" Dumbledore grabbed Harry's arm.

Then the two of them plunged headlong into the basin. Harry felt himself falling rapidly, and before he could react, a cacophony reached his ears.

It was a huge room, and the seats around it were full of people, and Harry saw that it was Barty Crouch sitting in the center - Percy had been nagging about this person at the ball.

"Quiet—" Crouch tilted the table, "as you requested, we're bringing you here from Azkaban for a whistleblowing meeting, and now you can get started—Karkaroff." "

Harry almost sprained his own neck when he saw Karkaroff in a tattered robe locked in an iron cage in the middle. Unlike what he looked like at Hogwarts, Karkaroff looked terrible now, and it felt like he was going to die in the next second.

"I—have a name. I can provide a name. "

Harry was seeing Dumbledore and Moody sitting next to them.

"Oh, Moody's back then, so to speak, was in high spirits. The real Dumbledore whispered beside Harry.