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"Another year," said Dumbledore, looking at everyone, "an end."

Dumbledore's voice interrupted Lamia's thoughts. She sat quietly listening to Dumbledore's speech.

But Dumbledore stopped talking and looked at every Hogwarts student with a heavy and sad look.

"I have much to say to all of you tonight," said Dumbledore. "Although this may cause you to panic, children, you are the future of the wizarding world, and this must be known to you."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and continued, "Voldemort has returned."

A tense whisper suddenly filled the hall, and everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief. Lamia and Harry seemed very calm, watching their whispers gradually fade into silence.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," Dumbledore continued. "Some of your classmates' parents may be shocked by what I'm doing - either because they can't believe that Voldemort has really returned, or because they think I shouldn't tell you this, after all, you're still young."

"However, I believe that telling the truth is always better than lying. If we try to deceive ourselves, all we will get is Voldemort killing again and again."

At this moment, every face in the hall turned to Dumbledore, shock and fear written on every face.

Of course, except for some Slytherins, at their table, Draco was whispering with Clark and Goyle. Harry obviously saw it, and he suppressed his anger and forced himself to turn his gaze back to Dumbledore.

Lamia turned her head away and continued to look at Dumbledore.

"In speaking of Voldemort, we must also mention another person," Dumbledore continued. "I am speaking, of course, of Harry Potter."

There was a commotion in the auditorium. Several people turned their heads to Harry, and then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter escaped Voldemort's clutches," Dumbledore said. "He risked his life to bring the news of Voldemort's resurrection back to Hogwarts. He displayed a fearlessness in every way that few wizards could have displayed in the face of Voldemort's tyranny. For this, I pay tribute to him."

Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry and raised his goblet once more, and nearly everyone in the hall did the same, murmured Harry's name, and drank in his honor.

Lamia also stood up. Although Dumbledore did not mention her name, she did not make any comments on what she had done. Dumbledore needed a hero who could stand up, and obviously he chose Harry.

But through the gaps in the rising crowd, Lamia saw that Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and many other Slytherins sat stubbornly still, not touching their glasses, but Dumbledore had no magical eyes and did not see their actions.

When everyone was seated again, Dumbledore continued, "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to strengthen and foster mutual understanding within the wizarding community. In light of what has happened now—in light of Voldemort's return—those ties are more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked at Madame Maxime and Hagrid, at Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons students, and then at Viktor Krum and the Durmstrang students at the Slytherin table.

Krum looked nervous, even frightened, as if he expected Dumbledore to say something harsh.

"Every guest in this hall," said Dumbledore, his gaze resting on the Durmstrang students, "is welcome back at any time they choose. I repeat to you all - in light of Voldemort's return, we are strong united, and vulnerable divided."

"Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are very sophisticated. Only by demonstrating the same unbreakable friendship and trust can we fight him to the end. As long as we have the same goals and open hearts, differences in habits and language will not become obstacles."

"I believe—and I sincerely hope I am mistaken—I believe that dark and difficult times lie ahead for us all. Some of you in this Hall have suffered directly from Voldemort's poison, and many of your families have been torn apart."

"When you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, please don't forget what you represent. You are the future of the wizarding world."

Lamia knocked on the door and walked in when she got an answer. Harry's trunk was packed and Hedwig was back in her cage on top of it.

They, along with the other fourth years, waited in the crowded entrance hall for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station.

It was another beautiful summer's day, and Harry imagined it would be hot on Privet Drive when he reached it that evening. The grounds were lush with foliage, and the flower beds were bursting with a riot of colour, but he felt no pleasure in the thought.

"Harry, I will go with you. This is the task assigned to me by Dumbledore." Lamia said. She brought nothing with her and just stood next to Harry.

"Really, Lamia?" Harry was visibly pleased.

"It's true, Harry, I'll stay until you return to the Burrow," Lamia said seriously.

"That's great. I'm going to take you to see the flower beds in Privet Drive. The flowers there are really beautiful. There's also a park. I'm going to take you there to play. You must not know what Muggles played when they were young." Harry said excitedly. He had changed from his previous loneliness.

On their way back to King's Cross Station, the weather was completely different from when they came to Hogwarts last September, the sky was clear and cloudless.

After a long effort, Harry finally found an empty compartment and called Lamia, Hermione and others to sit in.

Ron's piglet was hidden by his dress robes again as it squealed non-stop, Hedwig had her head tucked under her wing and was dozing, and Crookshanks was curled up on an empty seat like a big, fluffy ginger cushion.

Harry was so excited all the way that he couldn't wait to spend the holiday with Lamia that he even forgot to ask Lamia when Dumbledore would let him return to the Burrow.