I wield a sword at Hogwarts

He needs to estimate the result based on Tang Mi's life.

John just took a sip, the emerald green liquid can kill one's spirit.

He was already like this. If it were Tang Mi, he would have gone completely crazy before he finished drinking.

Voldemort was a genius, there was no doubt about it.

Even this kind of magic potion can be made. It would be a pity not to become a minister of the Ministry of punishment.

After finishing the emerald green liquid in the bowl, John staggered and held his hand on the stone basin to steady himself.

Tang Mi showed that he couldn't bear it and was about to come over. John shouted loudly: "Do your part and I won't die. Voldemort is not so kind and let me die so happily."

He knew what kind of person Voldemort was. He wanted to make people suffer more than to make people die.

Leaning down, John felt a splitting headache, and his mind was filled with various memories.

It was as if his brain had been broken and reassembled, and the painful expression was suppressed.

He continued to ladle out a bowl of liquid, and this time he poured it directly into his mouth without pausing.

Not a drop of liquid was spilled, and there was less liquid in the stone basin.

Just as he thought, there was no other way to get this thing but to drink it.

And it can only have a beginning and an end, even if John drinks half of the drink and hands it to Tang Mi to drink.

After thinking about everything, John told Tang Mi: "No matter what happens, you must let me drink the liquid. Even if I beg you for mercy, don't be soft."

"Sir." Tang Mi clenched his fists and finally nodded in agreement.

John scooped up the third bowl and drank it. He felt that his fingers were cramping and he almost lost his grip.

Not only the mind but also the body will be damaged.

Various images kept appearing in front of John's eyes, and painful memories came flooding back.

He couldn't help but let out a low cry and grabbed the stone basin with his fingers. If this thing hadn't been a magical creation, it would have been broken.

He endured the pain and scooped out the fourth bowl.

He couldn't hold it firmly, so he simply closed his eyes and blocked out all the unpleasant things.

Bringing the bowl to his mouth, he found that his hands were out of control and prevented him from drinking.

At this time, John looked at Tang Mi.

He had obviously endured unbearable pain, but his eyes were full of pleading at this moment.

Not to let Tang Mi save him, but to let Tang Mi fulfill his promise.

Tang Mi's eyes were red, he was breathing heavily, and his arms were shaking slightly.

Taking John's hand, he brought the bowl close to John's lips.

John wanted to laugh, but conditions didn't allow it.

As he drank the bowl, he closed his eyes and his expression gradually turned to horror.

This time he didn't even have the strength to steady his body, and he fell and almost rolled into the lake.

"grown ups!"

Tang Mi rushed over to catch John, his eyes were scarlet and very scary.

John grabbed Tang Mi suddenly and said unconsciously, "Drink."

Tang Mi's whole body was trembling, and he held back his sadness and scooped out the stone basin again.

As a person of strong will, drink with the fifth bowl.

John has basically lost his speech function, his body is twitching, and his fingers are scratched by stones without feeling.

It was as if there were a hundred dementors surrounding him, and everything he had would leave him.

He could beg for mercy, but somehow no sound came out.

There was blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and he had bitten his mouth.

"Sir, I really can't, stop."

Tang Mi trembled and looked embarrassed, hoping to hear a plea for mercy from John's mouth.

Even with just one sentence, he could convince himself to leave with John.

I scooped out the sixth bowl from the stone basin, which was already half empty.

John's tightly closed mouth squeezed out a gap, allowing the liquid to enter along the mouth.

I drank this bowl very slowly, every second was a torment.

Tang Mi begged: "Sir, let's leave. You can't drink anymore."

There was no response, and Tang Mi was heartbroken.

He couldn't vent his anger, so he could only go and scoop up the seventh bowl.

In fact, John was already close to the limit when he drank the fourth bowl, but he used psychic magic on himself before drinking.

The magic of the mind suggested to him that he should drink it no matter what.

At the same time, you are not allowed to speak no matter what.

Consciousness is condensed to a point, and the only things that remain are these two hints.

In the seventh bowl, John's body struggled, as if someone invisible was torturing him.

His consciousness returned to the Azkaban laboratory in Extis, and the endless torture magnified the pain a hundred times, making his life worse than death.

Tang Mi finally held down John, who almost hit his head against the stone basin. He used a gentle tone that he had never heard in his life, as if he was coaxing a child.

"Sir, it will be fine soon. Just hold on, just for a moment."

Trying not to collapse, Tang Mi knew that he could die, but he could never let John's efforts go in vain.

Even so, he raised his hand several times but could not stop shaking.

He yelled angrily: "Stop shaking, you coward!"

Opening his mouth, the canine teeth pierced his arm. The blood and pain finally stopped his hand from shaking.

He scooped out the eighth bowl, and the emerald green liquid in the stone basin was about to bottom out.

Passing the bowl to John's mouth, John refused to open his mouth.

Is it going to fall short?

Tang Mi was anxious, so he pinched John's mouth open, put his fingers in and pressed against John's teeth.

The liquid entered down his throat, John clenched his teeth subconsciously, and Tang Mi felt pain in his fingers.

Sweat streaked across his cheeks, but Tang Mi didn't take out his fingers. He went to scoop up the ninth bowl.

There was a lot less stone basin, and the ninth bowl was poured into John's mouth.

This time John finally stopped talking. He screamed, extremely shrill and shrill.

"Let me... leave..."

John's psychological defense was torn apart, and Tang Mi endured his grief.

When he scooped out the liquid, the bowl scratched to the bottom, leaving only a thin layer.

"It's almost done, it's almost done, sir."

He held down the screaming John with all his strength and poured the liquid in.

John felt like he was going to die, and as his mind filled with these thoughts, he gradually stopped.

The breath of life is declining rapidly.

Tang Mi gave John the tenth bowl to drink, and immediately scooped out the last bowl without stopping.

Looking at John who was no longer struggling, he poured the last bowl in.

John's Adam's apple moved slightly until the last drop was gone, and he became completely motionless.

"Sir, wake up quickly!"

Tang Mi threw down the bowl and called John urgently.

Taking out his wand, he cast a spell on John: "Enervate"

John still didn't move, which made Tang Mi very scared.

"Resuscitate quickly!"

"Revitalization!"

"Resuscitate quickly!"

He kept using healing spells, but John still didn't respond.

"grown ups--!"

Tang Mi couldn't hold himself any longer now, and he shouted heartbreakingly.

at this time.

On the edge of the black lake, a pale hand grabbed John's foot and tried to drag him down.

Tang Mi noticed this scene and waved his magic wand like crazy.

The curse was attacking the Inferi in the Black Lake, and he was already red-eyed.

There are more and more Inferi, and they seem to be unable to kill them all.

When Tang Mi was dealing with the Inferi, a mouse hiding on the island in the middle of the lake took the opportunity to run towards the stone basin.

The original emerald green liquid had disappeared and was replaced by a gold locket at the bottom.

The mouse picked up the locket, his little eyes showing pride.

Looking at John who was motionless, there was hatred in his eyes.

Just when he was about to let the Inferi drag both of them down, the mouse looked again and saw that the man who was supposed to be motionless had opened his eyes.

That moment.

The hair on the mouse's body exploded.

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Chapter 246 Maze and Vortex

The third event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin.

Hagrid, Moody, McGonagall, and Flitwick, four professors entered the venue. After investigating, they found that there were no ambushes or crazy animals. Even the Goblet of Fire was checked before they allowed the warriors in.

"Where's John?"

Daphne didn't look at John, she looked behind Heinrich.

"He left for something," Heinrich said, staring at the maze below the stands. "He kept us on our toes."

Knowing that John would not be innocent, Daphne asked: "John thinks something will happen?"

"maybe."

Heinrich was noncommittal, and their location was close to the entrance.

The four warriors entered the stadium at the summons of Ludo Bagman.

The professors all had red stars on their hats, except Hagrid's who had one on the back of his terry vest.

Professor McGonagall said to the four warriors: "We will patrol outside the maze. If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky. Someone will come to help you. Do you understand?"

After experiencing the mermaid incident, the third project improved the protection of the personal safety of warriors.

The warriors nodded, indicating that they understood.

"Good luck to you, Harry." Hagrid whispered to Harry.

It's just that he felt that it was too quiet to stand up to the close proximity between several warriors.