Chapter 172: A Visit

Early the next morning.

Early in the morning, John felt a familiar oppressive feeling spreading from his chest.

He opened his eyes hazily, and the first thing he saw was a furry orange butt lying on his chest.

It was Crookshanks, steadily pressing on his chest, his tail still shaking triumphantly.

"......"

No, Big Orange, how did you sneak into the school infirmary?

John pushed Big Orange aside casually and then sat up.

Now the dim light of dawn had spilled into the room, and the school infirmary was still quiet.

Turning his head to look, Harry was still sleeping, and Sirius had turned into a black dog lying on the edge of the bed.

On the other side, Krum and Fleur were gone, presumably taken back by their own schools.

Then John reached out to pull open the drawer of the bedside table.

Inside was an iron box, with several ventilation holes poked on the lid.

He shook it casually, heard the clattering sound inside, and nodded.

The beetle caught yesterday was put into this reinforced box.

If he wasn't mistaken, this beetle was likely Rita's Animagus form.

That's right, it was an illegal Animagus just like Sirius.

He had also started to doubt whether Rita's ability was legal a while ago after she reported on him and Hermione.

Because that kind of private information could be discovered, it was obviously obtained through peeping.

And when it came to peeping, he thought of Animagus when he saw Sirius.

This is a very suitable means for sneaking in and eavesdropping, impossible to guard against, and very few people know how to do it, making it hard for people to associate it. 【172-2

The reason Rita was able to get so much secret information was very likely because she used her Animagus form to sneak in and eavesdrop.

And John had already seen this beetle more than once.

His memory was very good; at first, he might not have paid attention, but once he started to notice, he could discover that this beetle always appeared on occasions where there were sensitive conversations.

That was why John had grabbed it directly, intending to verify its true identity when he had the time.

At this moment, a burst of dense footsteps came from outside the school infirmary.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

Then the door was pushed open cautiously, and a small head poked in.

It was Titus.

He saw John, who had already sat up, at a glance, and his eyes brightened instantly.

"John, you're awake! How are you feeling now?"

Titus also noticed Harry, who was still fast asleep, so he spoke with his voice lowered as much as possible.

As he spoke, he walked in first.

Then Ryan, Ethan, and the Claude couple also appeared behind him.

They approached one by one on tiptoe, their faces full of worry and joy.

"Uncle, Aunt, and you guys, why are you all here?"

Seeing them appear as a group, John also felt a sense of amusement.

"Need you ask? Of course, we were worried about you."

"We wanted to come yesterday, but we were stopped outside by Madam Pomfrey; she wouldn't let us in no matter what."

"We all came as soon as it was early this morning."

"By the way, I also had the house-elves in the kitchen prepare breakfast for you."

The chubby little Titus came to John's side in two or three steps, worrying while looking for signs of injury on John, and not knowing where he pulled out an oil-paper bag from.

Ryan and Ethan also surrounded him, one after another expressing their concern for John's condition.

John smiled and took the breakfast, answering at the same time.

"Don't worry, I'm fine; I was just too tired yesterday."

Only then did the few of them set their minds at ease; although they had many questions they wanted to ask, they held back and did not ask them for now.

Perhaps the movement here disturbed Sirius, who was lying on the edge of Harry's bed.

He lifted his dog head, glanced at the sky, stretched, jumped off the bed, and turned back into human form.

"Hey, Sirius, did you sleep well last night?"

Mr. Claude asked with a smile.

"Thanks for your concern, it was quite good."

Sirius stretched his limbs, casually picked up the unopened oil-paper bag in John's hand, tore it open, and took a bite of the food inside.

"Mmm, tastes good."

Sirius said vaguely while chewing the food.

John: "......"

Watching Sirius devour the breakfast Titus had brought for him, he couldn't help but scold.

"That's my breakfast!"

Hearing this, Sirius raised the corners of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

"Sharing is a virtue, John, don't be so stingy."

John rolled his eyes and was about to counterattack when footsteps came from outside the school infirmary again.

A cute little Hermione poked her head in.

"John."

After seeing a room full of people first, and then seeing John surrounded in the middle at a glance, Hermione's eyes brightened, and she called out happily.

She walked in quickly, followed by Ron, Bill, and the Weasley couple.

Having just approached, Hermione also discovered Harry, who was still fast asleep, and her footsteps couldn't help but lighten a little.

She asked Sirius with some worry: "How is Harry?"

"Don't worry, child, he's fine, just too tired."

Sirius answered softly, and only then did Hermione breathe a sigh of relief.

"By the way, I brought breakfast for you all."

As she spoke, Hermione also didn't know where she pulled out three oil-paper bags, handing them to John, Sirius, and one for Harry, though he was still sleeping.

John snatched Sirius's portion away.

"Now we're even."

Sirius wasn't annoyed, either, smiling and spreading his hands to indicate his acquiescence.

The Weasley couple first visited Harry, then didn't disturb his rest, but pulled Sirius, Bill, and the Claude couple outside, not knowing what they were going to talk about.

Leaving the group of children in the room.

Ron looked at his good brother lying flat, muttering "I really hope he wakes up soon," and casually opened his own breakfast to take a bite of the pancake.

Titus patted him on the shoulder, casually pulled a pancake out of his oil-paper bag to take a bite, and said vaguely: "He will, he will."

Ron widened his eyes and was about to flare up, but Titus had already turned and returned to John's bedside.

"Speaking of which, isn't the Headmaster holding an all-school assembly today? When does it start?"

John asked casually while eating breakfast.

"Oh, it's not until ten o'clock; someone will definitely come to call you guys then."

Ryan said, leaning against John's bedside.

"Come to think of it, John, what exactly happened yesterday?"

"The Minister of Magic even brought Dementors into the school."

Ethan, who was on the side, finally couldn't help his confusion and asked.

Once these words were out, the others also looked at John one after another.

They still didn't understand what happened yesterday.

They only saw the competition end normally, Harry win the championship, then John suddenly erupt and hurt someone, a group of professors surround that person, then that person shout something about the Dark Lord being resurrected, and after that, the Ministry of Magic intervened with people.

John swallowed the food in his mouth and spoke slowly.

"I don't know how to say the specifics; you guys wait for the all-school assembly and listen to the Headmaster's explanation."

"I can only say that that person is the Death Eater who wanted to frame Harry this year."

"He disguised himself as Old Barty to sneak into the school; the reason Harry participated in the Triwizard Tournament this year, and even the reason I was chosen, were all because of him."

Hearing John's words, the few of them were shocked one after another.

They all knew that Harry had been framed and that someone had sneaked into the school.

They just didn't expect that the person who sneaked into the school was actually so close to them.

"Then... the Dark Lord..."

Titus continued to ask, his tone lacking confidence when he asked this.

John was silent for a moment; he didn't know if he was truly resurrected, but it probably couldn't be fake.

He was just about to answer.

Harry's voice suddenly rang out.

"That's right... Voldemort... he has been resurrected..."