Chapter 471 471. An accident happened on Christmas

A crisp laughter came.

Scott looked up.

A group of shiny little things flew out from the green mistletoe and ivy above everyone's heads.

This is a group of small magical creatures that look like fairies.

Compared with fairies, they are larger in size, but equally cute and cute, with a pair of thin green transparent wings on their backs.

They wore dresses made of flowers and vines, held various small and exquisite musical instruments in their hands, and while playing joyful Christmas music, they flew around the banquet hall, sprinkling dots of light along the way.

Soon, accompanied by music and laughter, they returned to a higher place, then separated, and sat as on a swing in a garland of mistletoe and ivy.

The music stopped and the forest fairies stopped laughing.

When they played the instruments in their hands again, they also sang beautiful and melodious songs.

Madame Maxime stretched out her hand to signal the warriors to enter the dance floor.

Scott turned and bowed slightly, extending a hand.

Fleur smiled slightly and gently placed her hand on his.

They walked hand in hand onto the star-studded dance floor, Krum and Caccini walking behind them.

After entering the center of the dance floor, Scott turned around again, put his other hand on Fleur's waist, and they began to move to the rhythm of the music.

Soon, other students entered the dance floor.

"Did you hear that?"

Fleur whispered suddenly.

"Um?"

Scott raised an eyebrow.

Fleur's voice dropped even lower.

"Waldo has been making trouble since he came to his senses. He was eager to get revenge on you, but Professor Girard sent him home."

Scott shook his head slightly.

"No wonder he didn't show up on this occasion today."

"This is not in line with the style of the Girard family." Fleur said, "If it were in the past, they would definitely do something."

Scott said nothing, keeping a smile on his face.

Fleur added: "I asked about the reason, and it's because the Russell family has contributed, and they will not allow you to be harmed in France."

She looked at Scott with curious eyes.

"Can you tell me why the Russell family did this?"

Scott also lowered his voice, "Probably, they do it for Professor Dumbledore's sake."

"you are lying."

Fleur rolled her eyes at him.

"Although the Russell family appears to be more open-minded than the Girard family, they are still a pure-blood family. Pure-blood families don't care about feelings, they only care about profits."

"You're right." Scott said, "Maybe it's because Professor Dumbledore has some deals with the Russell family."

Of course Fleur didn't believe it.

"Of course, if you don't want to say that, forget it."

Seeing that she couldn't find out why, she didn't ask any more questions.

The two began to concentrate on dancing.

Scott took advantage of the spinning motion to glance at the other people on the dance floor.

It was clear that Fred had clearly achieved what he wanted.

He, who was all red, and Angelina, who was wearing a red dress, were dancing happily, like two trembling red shouting letters, which attracted special attention.

In addition, the combination of Dumbledore and Madame Maxime is also eye-catching.

Although Madame Maxime's dance steps are very elegant, the difference in body size between the two makes Dumbledore's movements look very funny.

In order for her to dance happily, at certain moments, he even had to jump.

Because compared with Madame Maxime, Dumbledore was a dwarf, and the top of his pointed hat just touched her chin.

When the song ended, Scott and Fleur immediately let go of each other's hands and walked off the dance floor.

Fleur said to him: "Very good, our mission today has ended perfectly."

"Yeah." Scott said with a sigh, "Just for these few minutes, I caused a lot of trouble."

Fleur looked up at the forest fairies who started singing again.

"Sorry, I didn't think of it." She whispered, "During the Triwizard Tournament, I thought he would be more scrupulous."

Scott shook his head, "You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault. What's more, I took the initiative to invite you, didn't I?"

Hearing what he said, Fleur laughed, "Oh, you're right."

Scott shrugged.

"Okay, let's separate like this." Fleur said, "To avoid trouble, I have to go back quickly."

"Are you going to be absent from the next dance?" Scott asked.

"Yes, I have already agreed with Madame Maxime."

Fleur turned her head and glanced at Madame Maxime, who was still waltzing with Dumbledore on the dance floor.

"I don't want to deal with too many invitations."

She said this as a matter of course.

Indeed, when Scott and her left the dance floor and stood here talking, many boys were already looking here frequently.

Scott had no doubt that as soon as he left, someone would rush up and invite Fleur to dance.

Seeing those eyes looking at Fleur eagerly, Scott nodded in understanding.

"Indeed, if you are not ready for a romantic relationship, avoidance is the best way to deal with it."

Furong secretly rolled her eyes again.

"Oh Scott, if you had any sense, you would have said at this point that you would dance with me all night."

Scott raised his eyebrows, "Is this what you want?"

"Forget it." Fleur looked at Scott carefully and waved her hand, "Although you are very handsome, I don't like boys younger than me."

"Oh, that's such a shame." Scott spread his hands.

"Really, your tone is not regretful at all."

Fleur laughed.

"Of course, after I leave, you can invite some other little girls, and they will be happy to dance with you."

"If I had felt that way, I wouldn't have invited you in the first place," Scott said.

"Then I don't care." Fleur waved her hand, "I wish you a good time and good night."

With that said, she turned around and left, quickly disappearing behind the row of Christmas trees.

Scott looked around, walked to a table and sat down.

Cedric is sitting here alone.

"Cedric, where is your dance partner?" Scott asked.

"I didn't invite a partner, and I didn't go to dance," Cedric said. "That's not necessary. After all, I'm not a warrior."

Scott smiled and teased him, "Oh, you are such a loyal and good boyfriend. Don't worry, I will tell Qiu the situation. She will definitely like you even more after knowing it."

"No, I already told her," Cedric said.

Scott suddenly remembered the day when Cedric came to the dormitory to borrow the [Magic Mirror].

He was immediately impressed by Cedric, "You are really loyal."

"Don't blame me." Cedric smiled, "Where is your dance partner? Just now, many people were envious of you being able to dance with Miss Delacour..."

Just then, several boys came over.

"Trollope, where is Miss Delacour?"

"Where did she go?"

They all looked at Scott eagerly.

Among them were students from Beauxbatons and some from Durmstrang.

Scott told them, "She was feeling a little uncomfortable and had left early."

"Does that mean she won't show up again all night?" a Durmstrang boy asked eagerly.

Scott nodded, "I guess that's right."

Upon hearing the news, several boys slumped their shoulders, as if they had suffered some kind of major blow.

Immediately afterwards, they left listlessly, without even saying goodbye politely to Scott.

"This is really..."

Scott kindly sympathized with them for a second.

Then several more girls came over and asked Scott to dance. Of course, Cedric was also invited, but they all declined.

"I don't understand why you would refuse?" Cedric said. "I never heard that you had a girlfriend."

"Because I don't like this kind of activity." Scott said.

Cedric didn't say anything more. The two bored people sat aside and began to enjoy observing others.

"Oh, look how happy Roger is dancing."

On the dance floor, Roger was dancing with a blonde girl in his arms, both of them with happy smiles on their faces.

"Did that guy Krum never come off the dance floor?"

Krum and Caccini seemed to be dancing with Roger's pair and couldn't stop dancing.

"How long can Dumbledore hold on?"

"Fred and Angelina have become one with that red curtain in the corner."

It didn't take long before Scott and Cedric were so bored that they had nothing to say.

"I think we can go back first." Scott said.

Cedric immediately agreed, "What a great idea. I'm already hungry. We can go find the house elf for something to eat."

So they got up and left the lively banquet hall.

When they walked into the ice and snow forest on the square, they discovered that the excitement might not just be in the banquet hall.

While walking through this ice and snow forest, they accidentally disturbed many couples who were secretly having a tryst here, hugging each other or kissing each other.

This made them say sorry all the way.

It wasn't until they left the square that they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Back in the tower, they had another big meal before going back to their dormitories.

Walking into the dormitory, Scott picked up the [Magic Mirror] on the table and found that there were several missed communications and some messages.

Scott clicked on the messages, which were basically questions from friends.

Everyone seemed envious of their participation in the Yule Ball and curious about their experience at the ball.

Only the content of George's message was a curse on Fred, and the curse on his red suit shattered like a howler of a mission accomplished, preferably in full view of the public.

Scott was about to reply to a few messages when another communication came through.

It's Luna.

"Good evening, Scott, and Merry Christmas."

Luna, who appeared in the mirror, waved her hand.

The setting is in Lovegood's house, in her room.

Luna sat by a small stove wrapped in a thick blanket.

"Merry Christmas, Luna, and thank you for the gift," Scott said.

Luna's eyes suddenly opened wider, "Why are you in the dormitory and not at the dance?"

Scott told her, "Prom is boring and I'm already back early."

Luna disagreed and said, "You should stay happy in happy moments."

"I think today has been fun enough..."

Scott talked about how everyone decorated the tower during the day, and walked out of the tower holding the [Magic Mirror] to show Luna their results.

Luna loved the ice sculptures Scott made, but she thought maybe a few giant airships would be more creative.

The two were chatting about the creativity and artistry of ice sculptures when the [Magic Mirror] showed that George's communication had been received.

Scott connected to George at the same time.

"Scott, find Dumbledore, Harry was attacked!"

George's background is in the school hospital, and he brings bad news.

"What? In Hogwarts?" Scott asked in surprise.

In half of the mirror, Luna, who heard the news at the same time, also widened her eyes in shock.

George nodded, "Yes, just now, we don't know who did it, but Harry was injured."

"Doesn't he know who he is?"

Scott turned around and strode towards Beauxbatons Castle.

"He was approached from behind and then knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he didn't know who attacked him." George said, "The professors have not yet found the murderer."

Scott said: "Can't even Professor Moody find the murderer? It should be someone who stayed in the school during the holidays. Are there many people who stayed?"

"Each college has several, and the professors are checking them out."

"So, is Harry seriously injured?"

"He had his wrists cut and he lost a lot of blood."

"You attacked him, but didn't take the opportunity to kill him?"

"Harry fell in the corridor on the fourth floor and was found by Professor Moody. Perhaps because he heard Professor Moody's footsteps, the murderer escaped early. You know, Professor Moody has a wooden leg, and the footsteps Very loud."

"It seemed like it was really dangerous at that time."

"Yes, Professor Moody also said that someone secretly took Harry's blood. Madam Pomfrey said that there was indeed less blood left at the scene than normal."

"I understand. I will inform Dumbledore as soon as possible. In short, contact me later."

Scott hung up George's communication, said goodbye to Luna, and then hung up her communication.

He quickened his pace through the icy forest in the square.

This time he didn't care about whether it would affect the lovers who were secretly having a tryst. He just strode past them and heard a scream from time to time.

Until he met Fred and Angelina.

These two red guys are really conspicuous in the white world.

But the two people who were hugging each other and nibbling each other didn't notice him.

Scott had to cough.

Hearing the cough, Angelina quickly pushed Fred away.

This girl who often played Quidditch had very strong hands and almost pushed Fred to the ground.

In short, Fred stumbled several times before he regained his footing.

After seeing clearly that it was Scott, the two of them darkened their faces at the same time.

Of course, Angelina's face was already dark.

"Oh Scott, what are you doing!" Fred asked particularly unhappy, "Didn't you see we are busy?"

Angelina was also extremely tough, "Or do you want to join us?"

"Ahem..."

Scott, who was about to speak, was choked by her words.

"Don't even think about it!" Fred shouted immediately.

"Of course, I'm not ready to promise him." Angelina said.

"Ahem! Sorry." Scott said quickly, "I just wanted to ask if Dumbledore is still in the banquet hall. George just sent a message that Harry was attacked in Hogwarts."

"What?"

After hearing the news, Fred and Angelina were no longer in the mood to joke.

"Dumbledore was still in the ballroom, at least when we left."

"Then I'll go find him first." Scott walked forward, "You go on, I wish you a good time."

"etc!"

Fred and Angelina quickly caught up.

"You have to tell us first what happened!"

"Oh poor Harry, is he okay?"

As Scott walked quickly, he quickly recounted what George had told him.

"I can't believe it!" Angelina exclaimed, "That's in Hogwarts!"

Fred said solemnly: "Do you remember what Dumbledore said? Hogwarts's protective magic has been upgraded, and wizards from outside can't get in at all."

Angelina exclaimed again, "You mean..."

"That's what you think." Fred said, "It must be someone from the school who did it."

Scott said: "And the murderer was very cautious and did not use magic throughout the process, so he was not afraid of having his wand checked."

They discussed a few words as they walked, but immediately shut up as they approached the castle, fearing that others might overhear what they said.

Entering the banquet hall again, Scott immediately saw Dumbledore sitting in the seat directly in front of him.

At this time, he was having a cordial conversation with the two French Ministry of Magic officials who were participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

Scott asked Fred and Angelina to wait at the door, and walked around the dance floor to Dumbledore's table alone.

"Sorry to bother you, Professor Dumbledore, Mr Lefebrough, Mr Jolly."

He bowed.

"There is news from Hogwarts that needs to be handled by Professor Dumbledore himself."

As he spoke, he winked at Dumbledore.

Although the two officials glanced at him inquiringly, they were both sensible and did not ask any more questions. Instead, they politely asked Dumbledore to deal with urgent matters first.

Dumbledore said sorry and left the banquet hall with Scott.

Fred and Angelina followed them.

When they arrived at a deserted place, Scott quickly told the story again.

After listening to Scott's story, Dumbledore had no expression on his face and just nodded slightly.

"Sorry, I may have to break my promise." He said apologetically, "I need to go back to Hogwarts and tell others that I will try my best to come over tomorrow."

Scott nodded, "I understand, Professor."

"Lulu."

Dumbledore snapped his fingers.

"Lulu is here!"

A sharp voice sounded, and the house elf named Lulu emerged from the air.

It stared up at Dumbledore with a pair of big round eyes.

"Dear Mr. Principal, what do you need Lulu to do?"

"Take me out of Beauxbatons' range, Lulu."

Dumbledore ordered.

"Lulu obeys!"

The house elf said, reaching out its hand to take Dumbledore's hand.

With a "pop" sound, their figures disappeared.

Scott took out the [Magic Mirror] again and connected it to George.

"I have told Dumbledore what happened and he has rushed back," he told George.

"Very good." George turned his head and looked aside, "Did you hear that, Professor McGonagall, Harry, and Dumbledore are back."

Professor McGonagall's voice came, "I heard you, thank you for your help, Mr. Weasley, you can go back to your dormitory."

George quit immediately, "Oh no, I want to stay here and wait for the development of the incident. I just helped contact Dumbledore!"

"That's because our Mr. Trollope probably doesn't have a very good memory."

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded unhappy.

"He forgot to give his transfiguration professor a communication tool. Filius is not in school, so I can only come to you for help."

Scott was a little embarrassed when he heard her words.

Perhaps Professor McGonagall was too strict. Whenever he had some interesting gadgets, he would always subconsciously forget to share them with her.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall did not say more about this topic. She said sternly to George: "Although I also have a way to contact Dumbledore urgently, it is not fast. Anyway, thank you for your help, Mr. Weasley. You can go back."

George suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Dumbledore is back! He is so fast! Oh! It was the phoenix that brought him back!"

"Mr. Weasley!" Professor McGonagall's voice sounded again.

"Oh, I'll be right back, Professor."

George quickened his pace and left the school hospital.

Scott and the others also saw Dumbledore passing by him in the mirror.

"George, is Harry's injury healed?" Angelina asked.

"The wound on his hand has been healed by Madam Pomfrey," George said, "but he is still weak and needs to drink a lot of potions to replenish the lost blood."

Fred nodded, "Anyway, Dumbledore is back, remember to tell us all the subsequent developments of the matter."

"It depends on your mood." George curled his lips and said, "I'm also very busy."

He was obviously still unhappy with Fred's previous refusal to broadcast the Yule Ball to him.

Fred smiled nonchalantly, "Oh, you'll tell us, George."

"I hope you remember to pray to me every night, Fred." George grinned and turned off the communication.

Later, Scott returns to the tower with Fred and Angelina.

After what happened, Fred and Angelina were no longer in the mood to kiss my love story anymore.

In the common room, Cedric, who had put on his pajamas and was sitting by the fireplace reading a book, suddenly showed a puzzled expression when he saw the three of them walking in together.

Scott had to tell the story again.

So Cedric stopped reading, and the four of them sat on the sofa by the fireplace, discussing the matter without any basis.

Fred said: "Who do you think wants to steal Harry's blood? What's the use of that blood?"

"Could it be that he wanted to curse Harry through the blood?" Angelina guessed.

"Then why didn't he kill Harry directly?" Fred said, "If the murderer didn't cut Harry's wrist to draw blood, he obviously had time to kill Harry."

When she heard the word "kill", Angelina couldn't help but shiver and hugged Fred's arm.

"Stop talking." She shook her head, "Fortunately, Harry is fine."

"Anyway, this thing must have been done by Harry's enemy." Cedric said, "I just don't know if this enemy is hiding in Hogwarts or using dark magic to control a certain student."

Angelina leaned closer to Fred, "This is too scary, maybe there is a dark wizard or someone controlled by a dark wizard hiding in Hogwarts... I don't know which situation is worse. "

"Don't worry, Angelina." Fred put his arm around her shoulders. "Dumbledore has gone back. I believe he will find the murderer soon. No matter whether the murderer is a dark wizard or a manipulated student, he will not be able to escape. his eyes."

Angelina visibly relaxed a lot when she heard Dumbledore's name.

"Hopefully we'll hear good news tomorrow."

Cedric also said: "I hope Harry's blood can be recovered. In short, the person who stole the blood must have wanted to do something bad with the blood. My father told me that some dark wizards can contact me through blood." Perform some weird magic."

"I'm afraid it's too late," Scott said. "All it takes is an owl to send the blood away."

At the same time, he also had some guesses about what happened this time.

No matter who specifically did this, the person behind it must be Voldemort.

It is unknown which of his enemies' blood was used in Voldemort's previous resurrection, but for Voldemort, it was destined to be imperfect.

Harry's mother Lily Potter cast a powerful spell at the cost of her life before she died——

Mother's selfless love blends into Harry's blood, protecting him from Voldemort.

As long as he called the place where his mother's blood ran home, he would be safe from Voldemort.

Because of the existence of blood magic, Voldemort cannot kill Harry or even touch him.

In the year Harry entered school, Professor Quirrell, who was possessed by the remnant spirit of Voldemort, died in this way.

Only by Voldemort obtaining Harry's blood and integrating that blood into his own body could he avoid the protective magic that Lily Potter left in Harry's body.

Of course, this may also be why Harry's attacker didn't kill him tonight.

Based on Voldemort's character, he probably wanted to kill Harry himself after removing the threat of blood magic.

The fact that Harry's blood was stolen is very obvious.

Scott believed that Dumbledore, who had always known about the existence of blood magic, should be able to think of it immediately.

"Scott, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing Fred's voice, Scott raised his head and saw the other three looking at him.

"I'm thinking about the person behind this and what his purpose is," Scott said.

Although he knew many clues and had many guesses, he obviously could not share them.

After all, he couldn't explain the source of his intelligence.

"Isn't this what we were discussing just now?" Fred was puzzled.

Scott could only say, "Harry's identity is very special. He is the 'Boy Who Lived' and the 'savior' who failed Voldemort shortly after he was born. This incident may foreshadow something."

"Oh Scott! Don't say that name!"

Upon hearing Voldemort's name, Angelina immediately screamed.

Fred and Cedric's faces were also slightly pale.

Scott said: "Dumbledore said that as long as more and more people stop fearing him, boldly call his name, and face him squarely, Voldemort will lose his invincible power."

But his words had no effect on the other three.

Their fear of Voldemort has been instilled in them since childhood and has penetrated deep into their bones.

Even Fred, who was not lacking in courage, was not actually afraid of Voldemort in his heart, but he still felt habitual discomfort after hearing that name.

"Okay, Mysterious Man." Scott changed his title.

Cedric said with some embarrassment: "Maybe Dumbledore is right. The mysterious man will draw strength from people's fear. But unfortunately, people have become accustomed to this fear, including me."

Angelina said: "All wizards in the UK are afraid of hearing that name. It is said that the mysterious man has cast a spell on his name, and he will sense the location of everyone who speaks that name!"

"If I had said that name at home, my mother would have beat me up and moved us overnight," Fred said.

"Don't worry." Scott smiled, "This is Beauxbatons and France. Even if the mysterious man senses my location, he will not come here."

Angelina doesn't think she can rest easy abroad.

"Who knows for sure," she said. "Don't forget, even the Quidditch World Cup finals, where a hundred thousand wizards from all over the world gathered, that man made it to the finals."

Fred nodded, "Yeah, that time he wanted to kidnap Harry, but Dumbledore stopped him."

"He must have instigated what happened this time." Cedric guessed, "Just like Scott said, Harry has a special status. Maybe even the mysterious man wants to study him through Harry's blood. Reasons for losing to a baby.”

Angelina's eyes widened, "No wonder he has been hiding since the World Cup finals. He will not start a war until he finds the cause of the failure. But after that, maybe..."

As she spoke, she seemed frightened by her guess, showing a horrified expression.

"So to say……"

"Don't worry, he may not be able to succeed in his research." Fred said, "Harry looks normal. Except for the scar, there is nothing special about him. Maybe the reason why he can defeat the mysterious man cannot be explained by anyone. of……"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more solemn, Scott quickly said, "Okay, let's not think about it here. In short, Dumbledore will definitely find the murderer. Let's ask tomorrow."

"You're right," said Cedric. "There's no point in making any guesses here."

"So, let's have some fun."

Scott took out his wand, used the transformation technique to make a simple flying chess game, and got them to play.