Hogwarts in the shadows

Harry fell to the ground with a bang, his face buried in the grass, his nose full of the smell of grass.

The surroundings were instantly swallowed up by the noise, and there were sounds everywhere, footsteps, and shouting.

He gripped the wand tightly in his hand, looked around, and found that he was back to the edge of the maze.

In front of me is the towering stands with countless spectators on them.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. It must be that Hephis had sent him back.

I just don't know how his battle with Voldemort went.

"Potter, how are you, are you hurt?"

Professor McGonagall trotted over to Harry, squatted down, and wanted to check Harry.

"I'm fine, Professor." Harry struggled to his feet.

Professor McGonagall saw this and quickly helped him up.

"Thank you, Professor," Harry thanked.

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall was still worried and looked Harry up and down.

"Really, Professor, I'm fine," Harry reassured.

Professor McGonagall finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry on her brow remained.

Of the four warriors, two withdrew early.

Hephaestus disappeared mysteriously, and no one knew where he went.

"Then why did Hephis send you out? Where did he go?"

Professor McGonagall sounded clearly worried.

Harry lowered his head and remained silent.

He hesitated whether to tell others that Voldemort and Hephis were fighting.

If it were in the past, he would definitely shout it out loud to let the whole world know immediately.

But after spending a long time with Draco, I have also learned a lot of ways to deal with things.

Not long after he entered the maze, he was ambushed. The sudden attack made him lose consciousness.

After waking up, he witnessed Voldemort using his blood to resurrect himself.

Plus his name inexplicably appeared in the Goblet of Fire.

This was clearly a conspiracy of Voldemort.

He couldn't help but suspect that there was a traitor in Hogwarts.

He couldn't even guarantee that the Professor McGonagall next to him was real.

A burst of more frequent footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

It turned out that several referees also ran down from the stands.

Hephis suddenly disappeared with the Triwizard Cup, and Harry unexpectedly appeared outside the maze again.

All this shifted their attention from the maze to Harry, wanting to get answers from him.

"Mr. Potter, are you okay? Where on earth did Hephis go?"

Buckman's voice was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Harry slowly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have something I want to talk to you alone."

Dumbledore took two steps forward, closer to Harry, and waved his wand gently.

"Harry, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Professor, what is your favorite Christmas gift?" Harry asked.

"You have grown up, Harry." A gleam of light flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"A pair of thick wool socks. I'm glad you still remember."

Harry took a deep breath, "Professor, Voldemort has resurrected, I saw it with my own eyes.

Hephes is fighting him, do you need help? "

"Don't worry, Harry. I can't even say I can beat Hephis."

Dumbledore looked deep in his eyes. "Can you tell me the whole story?"

"One more thing, there should be Death Eaters in Hogwarts." Harry said affirmatively.

"I'm glad you thought of this, but the person responsible has already been identified, and they can't escape."

Dumbledore's smile grew gentler.

Harry was finally relieved and simply recounted everything he had seen in the cemetery.

As for Clearwater, he didn't say anything.

He finally remembered who that woman was, Percy's girlfriend.

The Weasleys were all very kind to him.

So let's leave this matter to Hephis to decide!

"So he used your blood?" Dumbledore stared at Harry.

"Yes, Professor." Harry rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arm where the blood had already coagulated.

Dumbledore looked at the wound and fell into deep thought.

"Professor...Professor." Harry called softly.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry." Dumbledore came back to his senses.

He placed his hands on Harry's shoulders.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight, okay? Don't tell anyone."

"Okay, Professor." Harry hadn't intended to say anything.

"Then let's wait here together for Hephis! I believe he will be back soon."

Dumbledore loosened his hands and lifted the "blindness and deafness" spell.

Harry nodded, perhaps because Draco had whispered too much in his ear.

He also had a blind trust in Hephis's strength.

Hephesus is the most powerful wizard in the world today, no doubt about it.

And since Dumbledore had just admitted it himself, he felt even more relieved.

Just then, Cornelius Fudge hurriedly appeared in front of Harry.

He looked very nervous.

"What happened again..."

"Nothing, Minister. I just got hurt a little and gave up the game. Hephis sent me out."

Harry showed his bloody arm and told lies full of loopholes.

But Fudge let out a long sigh, and his expression relaxed, as if that was how it should be.

However, there was some confusion in the stands, as they also wanted to know what was going on.

However, the riot did not last long, as a halo of golden and red light appeared.

Hephis also came out holding the Triwizard Cup.

The entire audience was instantly boiling with applause and cheers blending into one, resounding through the sky.

Buckman put the wand to his throat again.

His huge voice rang out, "It seems that the result is obvious. Mr. Hephis Dam has won the Triwizard Cup, fifty points, full marks."

The cheers in the stands were louder than before.

The reporters started snapping pictures again.

At this time, a podium decorated with colorful ribbons rose from the lawn at the edge of the maze.

A huge magical flame burned behind the podium, lighting up the entire night sky.

"Professor Flitwick, go and bring Miss Delacour here."

Buckman urged Professor Flitwick beside him.

"Mr. Dam, Mr. Porter, please stand by the podium and wait."

Professor Flitwick trotted towards the makeshift medical tent.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Three schools, four warriors, going through numerous tests and challenging their limits.

Now we have finally arrived at this exciting moment! The champion of the Triwizard Tournament is about to be announced!"

Buckman's voice was passionate.

The audience already knew who would win the championship, but they were still looking forward to Buckman reading out the name.

"Warriors, please take the stage!"

Hefeth and Harry stepped onto the podium first.

Then Fleur, looking haggard, walked up to the podium with the help of Madam Pomfrey.