After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

After the game, everyone was still immersed in the emotions brought by victory or defeat and found it difficult to calm down.

But compared to the almost crazy enthusiasm when they first participated in the competition, everyone was obviously much calmer and more measured this time.

The most eye-catching focus of the entire stadium was the sudden appearance of the water curtain.

For those Muggles who have no knowledge of magic, perhaps they simply cannot understand the deep meaning behind this phenomenon.

But how could wizards not understand?

This is magic that has never appeared before!

In the past, when faced with similar situations, they could only wait boredly for the final result to be revealed.

But the surprising appearance of the water curtain made all the wizards present feel extremely magical and excited.

During the intense competition, they suppressed their inner excitement and did not show it. Only when the competition was over did they start whispering to each other and discussing the mysteries behind the mysterious water curtain.

Some assert that this must be some kind of powerful magic from ancient times that has long been lost; others firmly believe that this is very likely a sign that a completely new form of magic is quietly emerging.

With so many different opinions, no one can give a definite conclusion.

What is certain is that the sudden arrival of the water curtain undoubtedly added a bit of confusing mystery to this already exciting game.

At the same time, it also made everyone deeply feel that Hogwarts, the magical school, is undergoing tremendous changes with each passing day.

But no one asked Dumbledore, and everyone remained strangely silent.

Some young wizards even began to try to imitate it, trying to find the patterns.

Although the Muggles were curious about the appearance of the water curtain, they were more confused.

Unable to understand the mystery, they could only watch from the sidelines, thinking that it was similar to the big screen in a movie theater.

Of course, this did not reduce their yearning and curiosity for the magical world.

In general, this competition is not only a feast of competition, but also a display of magic and mystery.

The appearance of the water curtain undoubtedly became one of the most dazzling highlights of this competition.

As expected, this news also reached the ears of those who were interested.

"Oh? It seems that there have been a lot of changes in Hogwarts?" A hoarse and distorted voice, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, slowly sounded in this cold and damp room, making people feel creepy.

This is a small villa located in the suburbs. There is no other worldly atmosphere around it, and it stands there alone.

From a distance, it looks like an abandoned child forgotten by time, and it looks particularly desolate.

From the outside, it is obvious that this building has not been inhabited for a long time, and the traces of time are clearly visible.

Outside the wall, there are densely covered with various unknown green plants, which are intertwined with each other, as if covering the entire house with a green coat.

This seemingly vibrant scene could not conceal the desolation and ruin underneath. The overgrown yard made it hard to imagine that the famous Dark Lord who once made the entire magical world tremble actually lived here.

Inside the house, a stale and decayed smell filled the air.

The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, almost bare.

In the corners of the room, there was a thick accumulation of dust, and those uncleaned spider webs, like gray webs, trapped the space tightly.

In this gloom, there is a long table covered with thick dust.

There were some strange objects scattered on the table: a few tattered books with yellowed and incomplete pages; a few bottles and jars, some with broken mouths and some with unclear labels; in addition, there were some seemingly ordinary stones and crystals, but in the dim light, they seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere.

At this time, the owner of the strange sound was standing beside the long table.

He was hunched over, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and the tattered black robe hung loosely on his body, making him look even thinner.

His face under the hood was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, as if carved by a knife or an axe, showing the vicissitudes of life.

Those deep-set eyes were now flashing with resentment and admiration.

The strange yet familiar face was none other than Peter Pettigrew who had just successfully escaped from prison.

Even if someone here knows him, it is really impossible to compare his current appearance with his original image of a round-faced and plump man.

Now he is like a walking skeleton, so skinny that it is shocking.

He lowered his head respectfully, as if submitting to some supreme being.

The slightly trembling hands were carefully holding something.

And the strange sound just now actually came from his arms.

The room was dark, as if covered by a thick black curtain, making it difficult for everyone to see what secrets were hidden in Peter Pettigrew's arms.

As he slowly moved to the window, the outline hidden in the darkness began to become clearer under the cold moonlight.

There was not nothing around Peter Pettigrew.

Many figures in black robes knelt quietly on the ground like ghosts, their figures looking even more eerie and terrifying against the backdrop of the night.

Peter Pettigrew still held the figure respectfully in his arms and approached the window step by step.

The faint light coming through the narrow gap in the curtains made the figure in his arms even clearer.

It was a child with a very strange appearance. His face was distorted and he had no nose bridge. His empty nostrils were directly exposed.

What was even more terrifying was that his eyes flashed with a blood-red light, revealing an unspeakable evil aura.

There was no doubt that this terrible child was Voldemort.

Voldemort was curled up quietly in Peter Pettigrew's arms, peeking at the outside world with his scarlet eyes through the gap in the curtains.

"Hogwarts...changed...interesting..." he murmured to himself, his hoarse voice seemed to come from the bottom of a deep valley, mixed with a hint of elusive excitement, like a flame in the darkness, weak but not to be ignored.

Peter Pettigrew, who was standing nearby, was short and slightly hunched, his ordinary face now filled with worry and tension.

He carefully observed Voldemort's expression, and after much hesitation, he finally couldn't help but whisper, "Master, do you think there's some conspiracy here? Why do I feel like everything is going too smoothly?"

It’s not that success is a bad thing, but this kind of success makes Peter Pettigrew feel uneasy, and he always feels that something is wrong.

It's as if I'm being manipulated to move forward.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a long time.

As time passed, the air around seemed to freeze, and it was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Peter Pettigrew and the man in black robe lowered their heads even lower, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, Voldemort slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes looking directly at Peter Pettigrew like burning flames, and spoke in a slow yet majestic tone.

"Your concerns are not unfounded. However, it is precisely this situation that is worth exploring and utilizing. The so-called chaos and uncertainty often hide opportunities that ordinary people cannot imagine."

Peter Pettigrew nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. Although the doubts in his heart were not completely eliminated, he knew that Voldemort's wisdom and decisiveness were far beyond his own.

Over the years, this powerful man had led them to the pinnacle of power and achieved countless amazing and brilliant achievements.

Even though they later encountered setbacks and fell to the lowest point in their lives, no one dared to question Voldemort's extraordinary abilities.

Even the fragile figure in front of him, who looked like a baby, still exuded a chilling aura.

"So, what should we do next as masters?" asked Peter Pettigrew.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, his eyes lowered in thought.

“No changes are needed to the previous plan.”

Peter Pettigrew nodded in understanding.

"And what if it's a trap? This is a good opportunity to announce my return!" Voldemort didn't care about anyone else except Dumbledore.

What savior and Malfoy, although the power they used before made him a little afraid, they were still underage wizards after all.

He has absolute confidence in his own abilities.

A sneer appeared on Voldemort's lips, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The flames of ambition and revenge were burning in his heart, and he longed to take back everything that belonged to him.

"Peter, go and make some arrangements. We need more information. I want to know all the changes in Hogwarts and the secret of the water curtain." Voldemort ordered.

Peter Pettigrew nodded and said respectfully, "Yes, Master. I will arrange it as soon as possible."

Voldemort nodded slightly, and Peter dared not look at his strange face any longer.

Voldemort's heart is full of expectation and determination. He is about to rise again and regain the glory and power that belong to him!

Peter Pettigrew silently stepped aside and began to arrange the tasks assigned by Voldemort.

He knew they had to win this battle because they had no way out.

The third game... humph, that will be the opening ceremony of the Dark Lord's return!

He will once again embrace the glory that belongs to him, Voldemort, on the water curtain!

What savior Malfoy? He will definitely torture them in front of everyone!

Moreover, he has obtained the legendary God-given potion.

Snape...his Potions Master...Voldemort's eyes flickered, his expression dark and unclear.

"Achuachu!" Harry sneezed twice and rubbed his nose in confusion.

Did he catch a cold? How could that be possible? He kept himself warm every day.

Harry shook his head, deciding not to think about such trivial matters.

Maybe someone was thinking about him? Maybe it was Draco? He missed Draco too. But Draco said he had some things to deal with...

Woohoo, I miss Draco so much!

He walked to the window and looked at the calm black lake outside, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

The snow is starting to get heavier...

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and tried to get used to the feeling of loneliness.

"Harry, I'm back." Draco returned to the dormitory in an instant through the teleportation array.

Except for Snape, no one could probably sense the magical fluctuations coming from Narcissa's teleportation array.

Neither can Dumbledore.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Draco asked sincerely, looking at Harry, who was standing with his back to him and a little stiff, curiously.

"Uh..." Could he say that he was just letting his thoughts wander and that he was acting out a big drama in his heart?

"You're back so soon, Draco?"

Harry's face flushed red as he retracted his clenched fist as if nothing had happened, then turned around and looked at Draco in surprise and joy.

Draco smiled and nodded. Seeing that Harry didn't want to say more, he walked over to Harry and leaned gently on his shoulder.

"Yeah, it was handled quickly," he said gently. "You looked a little unhappy."

Harry hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell Draco what he was thinking.

"I...I just missed you a little bit," he whispered, a blush spreading across his face.

But his eyes were still fixed on Draco, as watery as a big dog's, and there seemed to be a deep stubbornness hidden in his eyes.

Draco took Harry's hand, and couldn't help but smile as they intertwined their fingers.

"I missed you too, Harry." He whispered in Harry's ear, "But I think we were only apart for half a day, right?"

Harry hugged Draco, and his ears felt numb for a moment as if they had been electrocuted.

In an instant, the entire neck was dyed crimson.

Draco watched in amazement. He had never known Harry to be so shy.

Of course Harry noticed Draco's gaze. He was not embarrassed at all, but turned his head slightly to make his neck look better in Draco's eyes.

Tsk...this little trick...

The two of them seemed to have endless things to say to each other, but even if they didn't say anything and just stayed quietly by each other's side, Harry felt a deep satisfaction.

He really wanted to stick to his Draco 24 hours a day.

But Draco did have something to do when he went out this time.

Harry knew it too.

Draco went to the funeral home and learned a lot about Ciel from him.

In fact, when he came back from Tony, he wanted to go see Charles, but he forgot about it for a while.

It’s just the right time to solve the problem for Charles as soon as possible.

He was also curious about how things would develop between Ciel and his demon butler.

But the man next to the funeral home was indeed Charles' father Vincent.

Draco was a little surprised when it came to this. After all, the relationship between the funeral house and Vincent was a little too ambiguous.

Hmm...what will Ciel do when he finds out?