The news of Voldemort's resurrection was like a heavy hammer hitting Hogwarts, leaving a group of inexperienced young wizards completely at a loss.

They instinctively trusted Dumbledore, but were unwilling to believe that this was true. They were so entangled that many of them could not sleep at night.

The next morning, everyone gathered together to discuss the matter in a panic, as if the sky had fallen.

Rolf, who was at the center of the whirlpool of public opinion, was not affected too much. After eating breakfast with undiminished appetite, he carried the black suitcase, joined Shirley and Hermione, and walked out of the castle together.

When they arrived at the foyer, several people were stopped by a group of students - they were all Durmstrang students and came specially to say goodbye.

"Rolf, I will graduate soon." Alyssa Boy, who was rescued by Rolf in the first round of the Triwizard Tournament, said in broken English:

"I plan to be a reporter and help you publicize Voldemort's resurrection in Germany."

"Thank you, Alyssa." Rolf stretched out a hand and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to your article."

Alyssa Boy held Rolf's hand excitedly and reluctantly let go after a while.

Krum also walked over and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Scamander, you saved my life twice, I really don't know how to thank you.

There will be a Quidditch European Cup qualifier between Bulgaria and Portugal in July, and I will also appeal and speak out for the UK through a press conference."

"Thank you, Mr. Krum." Rolf nodded: "I also hope you can achieve good results in the competition."

Rove originally wanted to say "The future is yours" to Krum, but he suddenly remembered that in the original time and space, the Bulgarian team won the Quidditch World Cup twenty years later.

He silently took back this blessing.

Before Krum left, he hesitated for a moment, then looked at Hermione and said:

"Miss Granger, may I...say a few words to you?"

Hermione was chatting with Shirley about her summer vacation travel plans when she saw an old face coming towards her. She was so frightened that she stepped back half a step:

"Oh... of course, just say it here."

"Are you free during the summer vacation?" Krum summoned up the courage and asked, "I... want to invite you to Bulgaria to watch my Quidditch match."

After hearing Krum's words, the students in the hall looked at Hermione.

Last Christmas, news came out that Krum took the initiative to invite Hermione to the dance. At that time, many people didn't believe it, but looking at the attitude, it was most likely true.

Hermione was a little embarrassed to be stared at by everyone. Her face flushed slightly, she glanced at Rolf quietly from the corner of her eye, then shook her head and said:

"Sorry, I don't like Quidditch."

"..."

Such a simple and straightforward rejection shocked Krum. His already dark and thin face looked even more aged, and he walked away dejectedly.

Many students laughed. It seems that even internationally renowned football stars are not liked by all girls.

At this time, Madame Maxime strode over. She held down Rove's shoulders as if squeezing a chicken, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Hey, Luofu, I just saw the magic horses. They are all fat and strong. You raised them well. Thank you very much."

"It's a trivial matter." Luofu said with difficulty: "Mrs. Maxim, you don't have to be polite to me."

Over the past year, he spent a lot of Galleons feeding pure ale to the rune horses, but he also took the opportunity to use them to breed, and got many foals.

Maxim may make a profit, but Rove will definitely not lose!

"And you." Maxim looked at Fleur again, and warned with a half-smile:

"Three days later, we will set off here at eight o'clock.

You and your sister don't go crazy at Luo Fu's house and forget about this matter. Then I will leave you two and go back to France with the other students."

"No, Madame Maxime." Fleur bowed gracefully.

Gabrielle, who had already found the carriage, waved her hands and shouted:

"Sister, Rolf, you guys hurry up, you'll be late to catch the Hogwarts Express."

After bidding farewell to Mrs. Maxim, several people quickly climbed into the carriage, and the door slammed shut. A moment later, with a violent jolt, the carriage rumbled off along the path leading to Hogsmeade.

When they arrived at Hogsmeade Station, a steaming red train had already stopped beside the platform.

Rove boarded the train and walked along the corridor. Many students came to the windows, staring at him and whispering. From time to time, the words "You-Know-Who" and "Death Eaters" could be heard.

Everyone wanted to know the details of the night the Dark Lord was resurrected, but for a while no one dared to step forward and ask Rolf.

Gabrielle, who was running at the front, finally found an empty carriage. She waved and several people walked over and sat down in the carriage.

With a "dirty" sound, the train started to move towards London, and they also talked about their plans for the summer vacation.

"I'm going to travel to Italy with my dad and mom." Hermione sat by the window, holding the ginger Crookshanks. She looked at Rolf and Shirley and asked expectantly:

"Are you two going together?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go." Rolf shook his head and said, "Last night, Dumbledore found me and asked me to attend the International Federation of Wizards conference in the summer."

"Didn't you go there last year?" Hermione was a little confused.

"Last year it was unofficial." Luo Fu explained: "I encountered the Saints attacking the floating dragon boat. As a witness, I was temporarily called to report the situation."

"This year is a formal attendance. However, the content is probably related to the saints."

His destination last year was Nurmengard, to participate in the International Federation of Wizards, which was just an accident.

Gabrielle held the shiny pink coconut sorbet, teasing Crookshanks in Hermione's arms, and asked curiously: "Where is the place?"

“The Reykjavik of Iceland.”

"Iceland." Hermione was a little disappointed when she heard this. "It's so far away from Italy."

"Will Professor Dumbledore mention the resurrection of Voldemort at the conference?" Shirley suddenly asked: "And characterize this matter as a fact."

"Yes." Rolf nodded, "But Fudge will definitely prevent this from happening."

"How could he stop it?" Hermione asked puzzledly: "Professor Dumbledore is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards."

"But don't forget, Dumbledore is also the representative of the United Kingdom." Rolf shrugged:

"If Dumbledore is removed as a representative by Fudge, he will naturally no longer be qualified to serve as the president of the Federation."

Generally speaking, this kind of thing will not happen. After all, the president of the International Federation of Wizards has a great say, which is beneficial to the country.

No Minister of Magic would cause trouble to his own president.

But the situation is different now. Fudge will of course wreak havoc and bring down Dumbledore.

When several girls heard Luo Fu's words, they fell silent for a while.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, Rove comforted him: "You don't have to worry too much. Even if Dumbledore is not a representative or president, he can still influence representatives from other countries to speak on his behalf."

Luofu winked at Gabrielle, and the little girl immediately understood and said in a lively manner:

"Stop discussing these unhappy things, let's play Thunderbolt Explosion Cards."

At Gabriel's urging, the group started playing Thunderbolts and didn't stop playing until the lunch trolley came over.

However, none of them bought the snacks on the cart. Instead, at Rove's suggestion, they got into his black suitcase and headed to the lake for a picnic.

The division of labor among the five people is also very simple and clear:

Shirley went to the cold storage to get various ingredients, Hermione was responsible for getting the grill and chopping firewood, and Fleur took Gabrielle to decorate the picnic venue.

And Luofu took his beloved fishing rod to his usual fishing spot, intending to catch a few plump silver trout for the girls to try.

In a dense reed swamp, a wooden overhead ferry with a length of several meters was built. Luofu sat on it. After making a nest, he gently flicked the hook, lay back, and quietly waited for the fish to take the bait.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard the sound of horse hooves trampling in my ears.

Nymeria slowly walked to Rolf and sat down with bent hoofs. She was silent for a long time and finally said:

"I want to get out of here."

Rolf did not open his eyes, but asked softly: "Return to the centaurs tribe to seek revenge from Bain?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you going to die alone if you go alone?" Rolf opened his eyes, looked at Nymeria and said:

"And you are like this, even if you divine where Bain is alone, you can definitely kill him?"

In the past, Nymeria did not appear to be physically strong, but she was full of heroic spirit, and one could tell at a glance that her body was full of strength.

Now...except for the still heavy chest, my body is a lot thinner than it was half a year ago.

"So what if I can't kill her?" Nymeria's eyes were full of sadness.

"Look at me now. I have to take unicorn blood every few hours, otherwise my whole body is shaking and I don't even have the strength to walk."

Nymeria's voice was trembling, with despair or anger in it, even she herself didn't know.

"Instead of living like this, it is better to take revenge as soon as possible. Even if you die, it will be a relief!"

Rolf fell silent.

Six months ago, Nymeria was seriously injured. In order to save her, he gave her unicorn blood to survive.

But the unicorn is a pure life. If you drink its blood, you will be cursed and become half-dead.
To be continued...