Homecoming from Hogwarts

On the high platform, under the red sunset, the scene of four young wizards jointly raising the Triwizard Cup has become an eternal classic.

Many years later, this classic scene would be brought up and discussed enthusiastically every time the Triwizard Tournament was held.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in the viewing area, people watched the scene on the big screen in silence.

Suddenly, applause broke out like thunder!

People express their high emotions wantonly, and the surging cheers disperse the clouds, the sound even louder than the surging waves!

The enthusiastic celebration has begun!

The Great Hall of Hogwarts became a sea of ​​joy.

All those injured during the game joined in after simple treatment.

Hermione, Viktor and Fleur, together with Cedric who unfortunately left the stage before the final scene, lifted the Triwizard Cup again in front of everyone.

The physical education students who took part in the test of friendship and almost everyone who participated in the feast took a photo with the trophy.

Everyone's face was filled with a warm smile.

"It doesn't get any better than this, Amosta."

The staff table was removed, and Dumbledore and Amosta stood among the crowd.

Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, wiped his wet eyes, and said to Amos.

Amosta smiled slightly, watching the scene with equal satisfaction.

Just consider it as compensation for what will happen next.
Amosta's eyes swept over Draco's group who were also enjoying themselves, looking at every happy face, a faint emotion emerged in his heart.

Ms. Bones hurried away after making a brief speech of congratulations.

Although Amosta advised her not to dwell too much on the prison break that had just happened, her upright character did not allow her to stand idly by.

"One thousand Galleons!"

Ron trembled as he held the reward he received for attending the game as a Warriors assistant. His eyes were red with excitement.
“This is like a dream!”

Ron shouted, almost yelling.

"How many do you have, Hermione?"

Harry put his purse into his pocket with a smile, then looked at Hermione.

"I guess as a warrior there should be more?"

"Five thousand in all, Harry."

Hermione blushed and said happily,

“The champion should have received more, but since everyone received the trophy together, the prize money was divided equally.”

"Oh, I can't imagine how much money those goblins made from this game!"

Sirius and the others smiled and stood behind the three young men who were discussing their earnings. Mrs. Weasley had a bright smile on her face.
"They took out almost 50,000 Galleons to reward every young wizard who participated in the competition!"

"Well, you may consider goblins cunning, Molly--"

Remus smiled and said,
"But never doubt the goblins' ability to make money."

Mrs. Weasley nodded heavily, then looked at Ron and held out her hand to him.

"Give me the purse, Ron, I'll keep it for you!"

"Oh, it's my money, Mom!"

Ron, who was still in ecstasy, saw his smile freeze and shouted in despair.

"Ron is right, Molly."

Mr. Weasley gently advised,

"This is a reward for Ron's courage in standing in the arena of the championship. You shouldn't take it away, Molly."

"Oh, I don't intend to keep it for myself!"

Mrs. Weasley looked at the 'desperate' Ron with strong eyes.
"When you come of age, I will return it to you, but right now, it's too dangerous to let an underage wizard keep such a large sum of gold!"

"mom!"

Mrs. Weasley's words made Ron feel much better, but he still hoped to be able to keep his wealth personally.

After all, it was a thousand Galleons!

"You can keep some of the gold as your pocket money, but the rest must be given to me for safekeeping, Ron!"

Mrs. Weasley said forcefully.

"Am I destined to never be a rich man?"

Ron's sad face made everyone burst into laughter.

"There is something I want to tell you."

His smile faded, Sirius glanced at Amosta who was talking to Amelia, and looked at Harry with a serious expression.

"Oh, are you going to keep the gold for me too, Sirius?"

Harry, in his joy, still had a smile on his face and didn't understand what Sirius' seriousness meant.

But Remus and Arthur immediately realized that Sirius wanted to tell Harry the truth.

After hesitating for a moment, neither of them stopped him. After all, this matter could not be concealed. Tomorrow morning, overwhelming news would flood Hogwarts.

"In fact, it's something much more serious than gold, Harry."

Sirius looked around seriously.

"Let's talk about it, Hermione, Ron. If you want to listen, you can come along."

So, a group of people squeezed past a few Gryffindor seniors who were mixing butterbeer with orange juice and headed towards the entrance hall.

The joy of Hogwarts made the night covering the earth much darker.

They walked a little further away so that the noise from the castle would not interfere with their conversation.

Along the way, the solemn expressions of Sirius, Remus and Mr. Weasley made Harry and the other two, as well as Mrs. Weasley who was still unaware of the situation, realize that something serious might have happened.

"What the hell is going on, Sirius?"

When Sirius stood firm, the relief on Harry's face disappeared and he frowned and asked urgently.

"There is something."

After exchanging glances with Remus and Arthur, Sirius looked solemnly into Harry's green eyes.
"It happened this morning. It has now been confirmed that a serious prison break occurred in Azkaban."

Harry blinked, confusion evident in his eyes.

"Azkaban breakout?!"

Mrs. Weasley gasped and stared at Sirius in disbelief.

"Yes, Molly."

Mr. Weasley said gravely,
"This is the news Scrimgeour brought this morning. There must be chaos outside now."

"you mean"

Hermione covered her mouth, her beautiful brown eyes showing fear.

"There's someone like you before. Who is it? Cliona who fought with Brian?!"

"Of course she is included."

Sirius nodded heavily, his eyes gloomy.

"In addition, there are all the people who escaped together. Oh, to put it simply, they are the Death Eaters who were arrested by the Ministry for working for Voldemort. They escaped from Azkaban."

A suffocating silence fell as Harry and the other two stared at Sirius, while Mrs. Weasley turned pale and looked as if she would faint at any moment.

"But how is this possible?"

Ron no longer cared about his purse, and murmured absentmindedly,

"There are Dementors there. Besides, they can't all be Animagus like you."

"Oh, they didn't escape on their own."

Sirius looked cold and hard.

"It was another group that broke into Azkaban and rescued these Death Eaters."

"Voldemort"

Harry finally came to his senses. He moved his lips slightly and said with difficulty,
"It was planned by Voldemort."

"Who else?"

Remus also had a cold expression and a tone of hatred.

"Obviously, this was a carefully chosen moment for him, with the Triwizard Tournament holding up both Dumbledore and Amosta."

"Did the Ministry not notice anything about this?!"

Hermione's voice was shrill.

"This can't be a spur-of-the-moment idea. The mysterious person must have planned it for a long time and the Ministry's security is also involved!"

"If you knew Voldemort you would know, Hermione -"

Sirius said coldly,
"He's always been great at planning conspiracies and terrorist attacks, and stupid Fudge can't compete with him."

Azkaban escapes. Voldemort reunites with his former followers and his power grows
Harry's heart was pounding and his head was dizzy.

He would never forget that when Sirius escaped from Azkaban alone, the entire wizarding world was thrown into panic, and now... all the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban have been rescued!

"what does that mean?"

Harry asked with difficulty. He didn't realize how chaotic the wizarding world outside Hogwarts had become.

"It means the war has begun, Harry."

A calm voice came from the darkness, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"Oh, Amosta!"

Sirius and the others immediately strode forward to meet him.

"Do you and Dumbledore have any countermeasures? We can't rely on Fudge for our next move."

Amosta raised a hand to stop Sirius from asking questions. His majestic gaze enveloped Harry, Hermione and Ron, who were confused and worried about the future.

"I'm sorry that I can't let you and your friends continue to enjoy this happy time, Harry. Now, I need you to go back to the dormitory and pack your luggage and follow me." (End of this chapter)