Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

Moreover, she also wanted to take her students away from this place of trouble as soon as possible. Voldemort's resurrection was no small matter.

Although the impact didn't reach France back then, she still knew the tragic situation in Britain and naturally didn't want her students to be involved.

And if she wasn't mistaken, Karkaroff had just run away, without even taking his students.

In the past few months, rumors had been circulating in Hogwarts that Karkaroff was a Death Eater, and Madam Maxime had also heard some of these rumors.

Combining this with Karkaroff's unusual behavior during this period, Madam Maxime believed it was basically true.

Karkaroff must have sensed Voldemort's resurrection just now, which is why he ran away halfway through the competition.

Madam Maxime agreed, and Ludo Bagman naturally had no objections.

After casting a Sonorus charm on himself, he announced that the champion of the Triwizard Tournament was Hogwarts, and after hastily saying a few closing remarks, he announced the dissolution.

Then Dumbledore gave a speech, asking all the students to go to the Great Hall in an orderly manner.

At this time, Snape, who had been listening on the sidelines, couldn't bear it any longer and strode towards Dumbledore.

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"Ethan, Madam Maxime wants us to go back now."

Fleur trotted over and took Gabrielle from Ethan.

"Well, see you in the summer!"

Anyway, Fleur will be coming to Britain to find a job this summer, so there will be many opportunities to meet, so there is nothing to be reluctant about.

After they left, Ethan's side also lined up in two rows under the arrangement of the prefects and set off towards the Great Hall.

"Ethan, what happened? How did Professor Moody turn into another person just now? And Harry Potter hasn't come back yet, why was the result announced?"

Walking on the road, Terry looked at Ethan with some doubts.

Since the stands were a bit far from the judges' seats, if a Sonorus charm was not cast, the sound would not be able to reach through this noisy environment.

They were just confused just now.

"I don't know either."

Ethan shook his head, with his current position, he shouldn't know these things.

It's just that Ethan was in a good mood, Voldemort's side was progressing quite smoothly.

In a few days, when Hogwarts is on vacation, he can go to Voldemort's side to take the last relic of the Four Founders.

On the other side, Barty Crouch Jr., after leaving the vicinity of Hogwarts, immediately used Apparition to go to the Little Hangleton graveyard.

Seeing the ugly man surrounded by a dozen black-robed people, with a thin figure, a face like a snake, and only two thin slits for nostrils, his face was full of excitement.

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"Master!"

"Barty, welcome back!"

Seeing Barty Crouch Jr. holding Gryffindor's sword, Voldemort's face also showed a hint of a smile, but even so, it was still so hideous.

In his heart, sorting all the Death Eaters into tools, Barty Crouch Jr. is definitely in the top five.

After handing Gryffindor's sword to Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr. also retreated behind him.

Looking at the familiar faces around him, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, Nott, McNair...

Barty Crouch Jr.'s heart couldn't help but surge with a burst of killing intent. These damned guys didn't deserve to be here with him at all.

They are all a bunch of damned cowards, traitors.

Even if he could see that many of them had traces of being punished, it was far from enough in Barty Crouch Jr.'s opinion.

Lucius Malfoy, who was standing in the crowd with his head lowered, felt it was too difficult. He had clearly joined the Wiccan Society, but now he still had to come to Voldemort's side.

He was hit with two Cruciatus Curses as soon as they met, what will happen later, I can't even imagine.

He could feel that after this resurrection, Voldemort, who had been a ghost for more than ten years, had become even more unpredictable.

But for his choice, Lucius felt very fortunate. This time, Voldemort's resurrection was foreseen in advance. He just didn't know if Ethan had played any role in fueling the flames.

"Barty!"

After carefully playing with Gryffindor's sword, Voldemort put it away and looked in the direction of Barty Crouch Jr.

"Put him down, and then return the wand and the trophy to him."

Speaking, Voldemort looked in Harry's direction.

If Harry wasn't his Horcrux, Voldemort would definitely kill Harry at this moment, and in front of everyone, he would kill Harry in a duel.

In front of these fence-sitting subordinates, tell them that this damn savior is nothing.

But now, he doesn't even have time to protect this last Horcrux, how could he kill him.

"Master, this..."

Barty Crouch Jr. raised his head in some confusion, is this a nerve disorder caused by the unsuccessful resurrection?

Otherwise, what integrity do we black wizards talk about? Shouldn't we seize the opportunity to kill this savior now?

This does not conform to our black wizard's action plan.

"Do as I say!"

Voldemort didn't have the habit of explaining to his subordinates, and this question couldn't be explained either.

"Yes!"

Although he was very confused, Barty Crouch Jr. had no choice but to do so.

He quite roughly pulled Harry down from the tombstone, and then pointed his wand, and Harry's wand and trophy were thrown in front of Harry.

Struggling to get up, Harry, although wondering why Voldemort would let him go, still picked up his wand and went to pick up the trophy, and finally took a look at Ron's body.

Struggling to walk over to Wan.

Chapter 282: Dumbledore's Conjecture

Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, his nose full of the smell of grass.

He had closed his eyes when he activated the Portkey, and he still did so now. At this moment, he only felt that he had no strength at all, and he was sore all over, especially his head. From the beginning to now, this scar had been throbbing.

But even so, Harry still clutched two things in his hands: a Triwizard Tournament's bronze-colored trophy, and Ron's body.

Voldemort didn't pay much attention to Harry taking Ron's body away.

"Harry, Harry!"

Just as Harry was drowsily about to fall, a burst of urgent shouts came from his ear.

Immediately afterward, a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him over.

Wearily opening his eyes, before him was the starry night sky, and Albus Dumbledore was squatting in front of him.

Beside him were Professor Snape and a large black dog.

Looking back, he was already at the edge of the maze, where he could see the high stands all around, but they were already empty.

Hogwarts should have won the Triwizard Tournament!

But compared to what had just happened, it didn't seem to matter much.

"He's resurrected, Voldemort is resurrected!"

Looking at Dumbledore in front of him, a glimmer of light finally appeared in Harry's eyes.

"I know, I know!"

"Child, let's go to the school infirmary first. There, you can tell us everything."

After Dumbledore comforted him with a few words, he turned his gaze to Ron, who was clutched in Harry's hands.

With just one glance, he could tell that Ron had already died.

At this moment, the kind smile was gone from Dumbledore's face, and the cheerful spark was lost from the eyes behind his glasses.

Although he didn't particularly like Ron, he was still his student. Now that such a thing had happened, it was his failure as headmaster.

After giving Snape a look, the two of them took action.

Dumbledore picked up Ron, Snape helped Harry up, and the group headed towards the hall.

The large black dog also followed closely beside Harry.

Sirius Black had come on his own this time, without telling anyone, because he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic and had been hiding in the passage under the Whomping Willow for the past few days.

When he learned what had happened, he was extremely anxious, but fortunately, Harry had returned safely.

As for why Voldemort kept his promise and let Harry return this time, he didn't care much. Anyway, it was good that Harry had returned.

The group quickly passed through the entrance hall and arrived inside the Great Hall.

The young wizards gathered in the hall turned their heads one by one after hearing the commotion. What came into view was Harry being supported by Snape, the trophy in his other hand, and Ron being held in Dumbledore's arms.

"They're back."

"They're back with the trophy. Harry and Ron got the final trophy."

The crowd in the hall cheered. Although it had already been announced that Hogwarts had won the Triwizard Tournament, this was the real end, and this championship was well-deserved.

As for Harry being supported and Ron being carried, it was reasonable to be injured in the Triwizard Tournament!

Unlike the other cheering young wizards, Ethan couldn't see Ron's face, but he could clearly feel that his aura was gone.

He glanced again at Cedric, who was cheering along with the other students.

So, Ron really got Cedric's script?

It's just that in the original book, Cedric was killed by Peter. But given the relationship between Peter and Ron, could he really do it?

Ethan knew that Peter was actually quite conflicted. He would do anything to survive, and betraying his brothers was commonplace.

But sometimes, for the sake of friendship, he would get hot-headed and do things he shouldn't do.

So, Peter's survival instincts still have the upper hand?

At the same time, the Weasley couple also felt that something was wrong. Although they couldn't see Ron's current state, when they saw Ron, they suddenly felt a sad emotion, as if something was missing.

But they didn't dare to rush forward, in case their feeling was wrong!

After handing the trophy to Professor McGonagall, Snape didn't have any intention of saying anything more to the others and directly took Harry towards the school infirmary.

Professor McGonagall, who took the trophy, was also stunned when she looked at Ron in Dumbledore's arms. She couldn't tell from a distance just now, but if she still couldn't tell now, then she would have wasted her strength.

After looking at Dumbledore's expression, Professor McGonagall also pursed her lips, and a trace of sadness and annoyance flashed across her serious face.

If she had been more careful when patrolling the maze, perhaps this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.

Professor McGonagall's change went unnoticed by the other young wizards, but it was accurately captured by the Weasley couple.

They couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over directly.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes were red, and many of those present felt that something seemed to be wrong.

The twins were the first to react.

It was just that Dumbledore obviously had no intention of announcing the situation here. After having the prefects lead the students of their respective houses back to their dormitories,

He carried Ron and led the Weasley couple and the twins towards the empty classroom behind the hall, along with Professor McGonagall, who had followed.

After dealing with Ron's affairs, it was already quite late.

But Dumbledore had no intention of resting and hurriedly went to the school infirmary again.

Arriving in the ward, Harry had already fallen into a deep sleep, with Snape and Sirius Black, who had returned to his human form, watching over him.

After thinking for a moment, Dumbledore prepared to wake Harry up. There were some things he wanted to figure out.

The sooner he figured out these aspects, the sooner he could arrange things.

"Can't we talk tomorrow morning, Dumbledore?"

"Harry has been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse at least three times. Let him sleep, let him rest properly."

Sirius Black looked at Dumbledore and said seriously. His voice was a little hoarse.

Snape, who was on the side, didn't say anything, but it was clear that he meant the same thing.