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Dumbledore stood up and looked down at Barty Crouch Jr. with a look of disgust on his face. Then he raised his wand again and several ropes flew out of the wand, wrapped around Barty Crouch Jr. and tied him up tightly. Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall and said:

"Minerva, could you please stay here? I need to take Harry and Lamia upstairs."

"No problem," said Professor McGonagall, looking a little sick, as if she had been looking at someone who was having a seizure, but her hand was very steady as she drew her wand and pointed it at Barty Crouch Jr.

"Severus"—Dumbledore turned to Snape—"will you please fetch Madam Pomfrey? We need Alastor Moody taken to the ward.

Then you go out into the grounds and find Cornelius Fudge and bring him to this office. He'll no doubt want to question young Barty himself, so tell him I'll be in the ward for the next half hour if he needs me."

Snape nodded silently and quickly left the room.

"Harry?" said Dumbledore gently.

Harry stood up and began to sway again. He had been so focused on listening to what Barty Jr. was saying that he hadn't heard Dumbledore's voice.

He also realized that he was shaking all over. Dumbledore grabbed his arm and at the same time called Lamia out of the room. He helped Harry out into the dark corridor.

"I want you to go into my office first, Harry," Dumbledore said quietly as they walked down the corridor. "Sirius is there, but I may be late."

Harry nodded. He felt numb, as if he were in a dream. Nothing he saw seemed real, but he didn't care.

He was even glad for it; it saved him from having to think about what had happened since he'd touched the Triwizard Cup. He didn't want to dwell on those memories, even though they kept flashing through his mind, as vivid as photographs.

Mad-Eye Moody was locked in a huge box, Wormtail slumped to the ground, clutching his severed arm, and Voldemort rose from a steaming cauldron...

Lamia dutifully acted as a background at this moment. Dumbledore must have something to ask her, probably something that happened before but Harry didn't want to recall.

"Professor," Harry murmured, "Is Cedric all right?"

"Don't worry, Harry, he's fine. I'll go see him later." Dumbledore touched Harry's head soothingly.

"Lamia, I'm sorry you have to wait here for me. I have to take Harry over," said Dumbledore.

"It's okay, sir, I'll just sit here and watch the stars for a while." Lamia smiled.

Dumbledore looked at the ceiling above his head suspiciously. There were no stars on it, but he didn't ask anything. He turned around and left with Harry.

After Dumbledore left, Lamia found the nearest window, turned over and jumped onto it. It should be a sunny day today, and the stars outside were not blocked by clouds.

After a while, Dumbledore came back. He didn't find Lamia and walked around nearby, looking a little confused.

Lamia thought it was funny that Dumbledore had this face.

"Sir." Lamia called out to him.

"Oh, so you are here looking at the stars." Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled awkwardly.

Lamia jumped down from the windowsill. "Sir, what little Barty said should be true." Lamia said before Dumbledore opened his mouth.

"No, that's not what I want to ask, child. I want to ask you, it was you who saved Harry, right?" Dumbledore said kindly.

"Not really. It's Harry's own credit. I didn't do anything." Lamia said that she just threw the trophy to Harry. If anyone had to say who deserved the most credit, Harry should have been the one who delayed time.

"That's right, but Harry said it was all thanks to you, otherwise he would have been killed on the spot by Voldemort," said Dumbledore.

"It's no use saying that, sir."

"Haha, you really have a bad temper." Dumbledore said with a smile, not angry.

"Why don't you tell me what you saw?" Dumbledore looked deeply at Lamia with his wise deep blue eyes, as if he wanted to imprint every word she said in his mind.

"I didn't see anything," Lamia said. "I was tied to the tombstone at the time, with my back facing Harry, so I couldn't see anything."

Lamia did not lie, she just concealed Tom's existence. She didn't want Dumbledore to know about Tom's existence. Harry would not expose her, and she was indeed tied behind the tombstone.

"It's okay, kid, don't be stressed. Why don't you come with me to the office? I'll prepare the same hot milk for you as for Harry, so you can drink it and have a good sleep at night." Dumbledore didn't ask any more questions, but invited Lamia to his office. Without giving her a chance to refuse, he took her directly to the door of the office.

They came to the door of Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore gave a command and the door opened to the left and right. He and Lamia walked up the spiral staircase and came to the oak door. Dumbledore pushed the door open.

Sirius just stood there and Harry sat on the sofa. Both of them looked unhappy. Lamia guessed that they had talked about Voldemort.

Seeing Dumbledore, he came running from the other end of the room in the blink of an eye.

"Dumbledore, Harry said that Voldemort was resurrected. That's fake, isn't it? It's fake."

Dumbledore didn't answer him directly, but sighed and walked into the office with Lamia.

Sirius, his hands shaking, sat down on a chair in front of the table.

"What's going on?" he asked more anxiously.

Dumbledore began to tell Sirius exactly what Barty Crouch Jr. had said.