After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Voldemort shouted furiously, but it was too late. The door key worked, and Harry and Lamia, who ran over at the last moment, were swept away by a colorful whirlwind.

They fell to the ground, their faces buried in the grass, and their noses were filled with the smell of green grass.

Lamia sat up from the ground and looked for Harry. They should have been teleported to about the same location. Sure enough, Lamia saw Harry, covered in wounds, lying on the grass not far away.

Harry had kept his eyes closed during the Portkey flight, and he remained motionless with them now, all his strength seemingly drained from him.

Lamia had just stood up when she felt dizzy. She was so dizzy that she felt the ground beneath her was shaking like the deck of a ship.

Lamia sat on the ground for ten minutes before she managed to stand up. She really didn't want to experience this again.

But Lamia felt much better when she thought that Cedric survived.

But Harry was not in a good condition at all. Fear and fatigue made him lie on the ground, smelling the scent of grass. He kept his eyes closed. Lamia could feel Harry's breath, but he was afraid of something and refused to open his eyes.

"Harry, it's okay, it's over. We have to tell Dumbledore now that Voldemort has been resurrected."

Lamia walked over to Harry, helped him sit down, and whispered in his ear.

"Lamia, I saw Mom and Dad, they..." Harry couldn't say any more. He closed his eyes and big tears fell from his eyes.

"It's over, Harry. The most important thing now is to tell Dumbledore about this. There is a traitor in Hogwarts." Lamia thought about it and said it. This was not a breach of contract. She did not mention Moody at all.

Harry nodded and stood up from the ground with Lamia's arm.

"Harry, Harry!"

Lamia and Harry looked in the direction of the sound. It was Dumbledore and behind him was Cedric, who was still wearing tattered clothes. It seemed that he had not rested since he came back.

"Lamia, Harry, you're all okay, that's great." Cedric said, he was covered in dust and looked very embarrassed.

Lamia only then remembered that they had returned using the portkey, but Cedric had returned alone, relying entirely on his own abilities. This was incredible.

No wonder he only found Dumbledore now.

Lamia nodded in response to Cedric.

"Voldemort is back." Harry said and closed his eyes and fainted. Lamia reached out and caught Harry who was about to fall to the ground.

"Lamia, can you tell me what happened?" Dumbledore trusted Harry very much, but he was reluctant to believe this news.

"Sir, I think we should send Harry to the hospital wing to be checked by Madam Pomfrey first. Otherwise, let him tell you. I can only say that what Harry just said is the truth." Lamia said.

"You're right, kid, I didn't think it through. Well, thank you for your help, Ced." Dumbledore sighed, and his wrinkled old face seemed even more haggard.

How could Dumbledore not care about Harry? He was just stunned by the news for a moment.

Cedric nodded as he took Harry and carried him on his back.

Lamia walked behind the two of them. Harry, who had fainted with his eyes closed, suddenly struggled violently. His face was in pain, and he covered the scar on his forehead and began to scream in pain.

The three of them hurriedly stopped to observe Harry's condition. Dumbledore motioned Cedric to put Harry on the ground. He squatted down, whispered Harry's name, and placed his right index finger on his forehead.

This method was very effective. Harry's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, but he kept calling someone's name.

Lamia moved closer, "Voldemort... Voldemort..." Even when Harry was unconscious, it was because of the scene he had just experienced. This experience left a big shadow on Harry.

After making sure that Harry was temporarily fine, Cedric and Lamia sent Harry to the hospital wing, and Dumbledore left halfway. He wanted to tell the officials of the Ministry of Magic about this matter. This was what he had to do.

Madam Pomfrey examined Harry's body and thought that he was in his current condition because he had consumed too much magic and was under extreme mental stress.

Harry was placed in the ward to rest, and Lamia and Cedric were not spared either. When Madam Pomfrey heard that they were both warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, she insisted on giving them a physical examination, even though Lamia and Cedric looked like they had no other problems except fatigue.

But during the examination, Madam Pomfrey kept sighing. She covered Lamia with a blanket with heartache and said, "Poor child, have a good rest. I will bring you medicine later." Madam Pomfrey walked out quietly.

Lamia's highly tense spirit suddenly relaxed in the quiet ward environment. An unprecedented fatigue swept over her, breaking down her last defenses, and Lamia fell into a deep sleep.

"Lamia, come to me..." A pair of enlarged red eyes in her mind made Lamia wake up instantly. She gasped for breath, and her mind could not jump out of the nightmare just now.

Ta-da! The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. After a while, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

"Lamia, Harry, are you okay?" Hermione said worriedly with red eyes.

"It's okay, Hermione, Harry and I are fine." Harry, who was next to Lamia, had not yet woken up, so she answered for him.

"I heard something very bad..." Hermione wanted to say something, but she never opened her mouth.

"Yes, it's true." Lamia nodded.

"The Dark Lord has really regained his physical form? He's regenerated?" Hermione said in disbelief.

"As much as I don't want to believe it, it's true, Hermione," Lamia said, her calm eyes as if she was discussing what to eat for lunch.

But if you look into her eyes, you can see the deep worry in them. Lamia is worried.

"And then the Death Eaters came... and then we dueled..." Harry said after a cough, having been woken by the voices of Lamia and Hermione.

Harry looked much better, at least not as dispirited as he was at the beginning.

"You dueled with the Dark Lord?" Hermione became even more nervous.

"Yes, I was a little hurt, but Lamia and I escaped in the end... Something funny happened to my wand... I saw my mum and dad... They emerged from his wand..."

"Come in, Harry... come in and sit here... you'll be fine... take some medicine..." Hermione handed Harry the potion that Madam Pomfrey had placed on the table and cast a warming charm on. His mood rose again.

Lamia also took the potion and drank it. It was very sweet and it seemed that it was not made by Snape.

After a while, Lamia heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock. Moody stood at the door of the ward. Behind him stood the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, as well as Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

"Voldemort is back, Harry? Are you sure? How did he do it?" Cornelius Fudge asked anxiously.

"He took bits from his father's grave, Wormtail, and me," said Harry.

His mind cleared a little, the scar hurt less, and now he could see Moody's face clearly, Harry recalled the image that would never be forgotten in his mind.

"Did the Dark Lord take something from you?" asked Moody.

"Blood." Harry raised his arm; his sleeve had been cut by Wormtail's dagger.

Moody let out a long hiss.

"Where are the Death Eaters? Are they back?"

"Yes," said Harry, "lots of people..."

"How's he treating them?" Moody asked quietly.

Harry sat up in bed suddenly. He remembered that he should tell Dumbledore, as soon as he got back.

"There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts! There's a Death Eater right here—the Death Eater who put my name in the Goblet of Fire so I could win—"

Moody's eyes darkened.