Soul shaping

, even if you need to pay the price of one finger, it's useless, no spell can leave a trace on it.When he gritted his teeth and wanted to simply chop off his palm, the spirit body appeared directly to stop him.

"Sure enough, I still have to chop off my hand..." He thought coldly, as if he was not the one who was so calm that he was about to lose a hand.

The author has something to say: Turn on the dead man mode.

☆, cry bitterly

"Polyaser?!" A surprised voice interrupted his thinking, Polyaser looked up and saw Margaret standing in front of him.She ran over and grabbed his hand, her voice trembling:

"Where did you go? I've been looking for you! I disappeared without saying anything. Do you know how worried I am!"

Margaret was still complaining excitedly, but he thought the sound was so beautiful, and couldn't help but want to listen to it for a while, for fear that if he didn't catch it, he would run away from him.

"...Polyasser, why don't you talk? Ah? Aren't you going to give me an explanation..." Margaret babbled for a while and felt that something was wrong. She looked at the boy, but found that his whole picture His face was all wrinkled together, his lips were biting tightly, and he looked very painful.

"Polyaser...what's the matter with you?" She held his face in her hands in a panic, but was pushed away by the boy the next moment.He fell to one knee on the ground, with one hand on the ground and the other clutching his abdomen.

"Run away...Margaret, run away!" His eyes were tearing apart, he raised his head, his pupils were changing between amber and red, extremely strange.The girl screamed and took a step back.

"You... What's the matter with you?" She knelt down and approached him, holding back her fear.Polyaser leaned back, didn't he tell her to run away, why didn't he listen!

"I can't suppress him anymore... Please Maggie, go away, leave me alone... You can't help me!" He almost roared these words, the evil force was in his body He yelled in his mind: "Kill her! Kill her! She is your last thought, kill her you Can be invincible!"

No, kill her, and I will be under your control.

During the countless days when he was tortured to the point of submission by this man, he cried out loudly, hit the wall and self-mutilated, and almost completely collapsed.But only when he thought of her, the girl who smiled innocently and unscrupulously, did he seem to see a fragmented light in the overwhelming darkness.

As long as she can keep smiling like that, and she can maintain such innocence...it doesn't matter if he dies.

Polyasser stood up unsteadily, turned around and ran away.Since she doesn't want to leave, then leave by herself!The wind whistled in his ears, and the girl's frightened and angry voice echoed behind him. He couldn't help but grinned and smiled happily. He hadn't laughed so happily in several months.At that moment, he seemed to have seen their first encounter. She was standing in front of him in a crimson school uniform, holding out her hand to him against the sun:

"From now on, you are one of us!"

From now on, you must live a good life, don't commit suicide like me...

The icy sea tide rolled from the soles of his feet, freezing his bones and muscles inch by inch.The boy staggered and fell to the ground, his face slammed into the hard floor sideways, his cheekbone hurting.The force climbed up the spine, tightened his waist and abdomen, and made him unable to breathe. He struggled feebly and crawled ugly on the ground, but it was of no avail.

He knew he was near the end.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Margaret is safe and sound, as long as she...

"Polyather!"

He froze.Then comes the despair that almost burns the soul.

Why did she catch up!Why did she want to catch up!She doesn't know if that man wants to kill her, why can't she be a little more obedient now and then, and let him die quietly alone? !

why why why……

A pair of soft hands turned his body over, pulled his body up, and let him lean on his back.The girl carried him on her back and walked slowly towards the infirmary step by step.

As she strode forward with difficulty, she comforted him: "It's okay, Polyasser, everything will be fine... everything will be fine, have you also been attacked? Mr. Bait will definitely help you Cured."

No.no.Not so, Margaret.

"It's really strange to say that Draco and Hermione were both injured a few days ago... They said it was the boss who did it, but why..."

Say no more, Marguerite, put me down, put me down quickly... Ah!

"Do you think the boss would really do such a thing? It's unbelievable... When your illness recovers, let's ask him together. But I haven't seen him for a long time." The girl's voice was somewhat Cheer up.

"No... there is no chance, Margaret." The boy's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had exhausted his last strength and was exhausted.

The girl turned her head in surprise, but what she saw was a pale face. The originally clear eyes were bloodshot, and the pupils turned completely red, as hideous and terrifying as a python.

"Polyather, you..."

The boy pursed his lips, and suddenly stretched out his hands, strangling her neck.His hands became as slender and pale as a spider's foot, tightened more and more, and pinched a deep red mark on the girl's white neck.

"No...why...Bo..." She was held high by his neck, her legs fluttered in the air, her fingers tried to break his hand away, but there was nothing she could do.

The boy looked at her expressionlessly, her crimson curly hair fluttered in the air, like a large flower tree in full bloom, swaying and gloomy.However, the brilliance in the eyes gradually lost, like the setting sun falling into the water, the light on the sea surface disappears, and finally there is a dead silence.

The sound dissipated, but the sense of touch remained in the hands.He was suddenly discouraged, let go of his hand slumpedly, the girl's body fell to the ground, hands and feet spread out into a distorted shape feebly.

He stared at her blankly.Margaret's skin was still so fair, her hair was soft and soft, and her hair was soft and joyful.If he didn't look at the red marks on her neck, he would think that she just fell asleep, and she would wake up, bouncing and pulling him to ask him to buy dessert for himself.

Polyasser covered her face and burst into tears.

"Okay...it's all right now. You can be discharged from the hospital." After checking Hermione's condition for the last time, Mr. Bait nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Bait!"

Mr. Bate touched his nose and waved his hand to indicate nothing.

Draco dragged Hermione out of the infirmary.Today is the start of the third match. Originally, Draco planned to go to the plaza to watch the match, but Hermione's treatment was on the last day, so he decided to go with her first... Anyway, Harry is protected by his master. It will be fine.

Draco tried his best to ignore the thought of "seeing sex and forgetting friends" in his mind. As soon as they walked out of the infirmary, they heard crying not far away.It was the cry of a boy, howling broken, as if everything had been destroyed.

Hermione and Draco looked at each other, and they ran towards the source of the sound.When they got closer, Hermione let out a small cry, and they suddenly saw Margaret lying powerlessly on the ground, beside Polyaser who was crying bitterly.

"Senior Polyasser! What happened? Who did it?" Draco asked hastily.

The boy lowered his hands covering his face and slowly raised his head.At that moment, Hermione saw a pair of blood-red eyes. She pulled Draco away reflexively, and pointed her wand at him with the other hand: "Stunned!"

There was no escape at such a short distance, she thought.But she didn't know that when Draco faced him, he thought the same way.

As if knowing what she was going to do, Polyasser turned his head slightly to avoid the flying spell. He looked at them coldly and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Draco pushed away Hermione, who was unresponsive, and the red spell hit him firmly.His feet went limp, and he almost fell to his knees, pain like a knife spreading all over his body.But he managed to straighten himself up against the wall and cast a spell at Polyasser.

The duration of craniectomy varies from person to person, but should not exceed 1 minute.But Draco felt that this minute was so difficult, his vision gradually blurred, and he saw Hermione's leg-locking spell being dodged by Poliaser, but hit Margaret who was lying on the ground. Liasher yelled angrily, and the speed of chanting the spell was even faster, and the attack hit her like a tsunami, making Hermione have to back up again and again, her clothes were cut through several holes by the spell, and she was extremely embarrassed.

Draco couldn't wait for the spell to expire, so he rolled onto the ground, lying on the ground and maintaining a sniper's stance, and fired a blocking spell at Polyasser's feet.Polyather jerked and slipped, and Hermione took the opportunity to cast a Stunning Charm on him.But Polyather quickly fired a spell in the direction of her spell, and the two spells collided with each other, bursting out a cloud of red light, shaking them away.

☆、Love and Faith

The fog of light stagnates in the air and is difficult to dissipate.She vaguely saw a person in the fog raising his wand, and the green light shone on the tip of the wand...

"Soul Imprisonment!" A red light broke through the thick fog and hit the boy's shoulder directly.The boy rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, his wand slipping from his hand.

A thin, fair hand picked up the wand, lifted Polyasser's finger, and took off the black ring.Prometheus straightened up, stepped across his body expressionlessly, and walked up to Hermione and Draco in a few steps.He was wearing a dark gray cloak with pale yellow tassels flying down the sides, a neatly pressed shirt, and a black bow tie fastened around his chest.

He dressed up and traveled, as if he was going to a ceremony.

Prometheus put the ring and wand in Draco's hands, glanced at the two people on the ground, a trace of pity and sadness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly recovered his calm: "I didn't expect it to become like this."

"What the hell is going on...?"

"They're all dead." The little boy lowered his head.

"Dead?" The two exclaimed in unison, with expressions of disbelief.

"Yes. All dead. Marguerite was strangled by Polyasser himself. Polyasser...he committed suicide."

"Suicide...? When?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Just now...he killed his own soul. Do you know the 'Dementor's Kiss'? An evil magic that turns a person into a walking dead. He used it on himself. Probably in He doesn't want to live after Margaret's death." Prometheus shook his head and sighed, "Are you going to watch the game?"

"Uh, that's what I planned to do, but now..."

"Then go, I'll take care of it here." Prometheus said lightly, "By the way, Draco. Get rid of this ring as soon as possible. Soul imprisonment is not an indefinite spell. Sooner or later he will break free."

Draco nodded vigorously, "I see."

He watched the two run away, took a deep breath, and packed Margaret's body in a cloth bag.He looked at the girl's still young and beautiful face, and sighed, "Hey... I've always wanted to invite you to dance with me."

He was about to put the cloth bag into the storage bracelet, when the boy who had been sitting next to him like a dead man suddenly grabbed his hand tightly, his amber eyes stared at him like two huge light bulbs.

"Kill me." He said in a low voice.

"what?"

But the boy didn't say it a second time, it seemed that the words just now were just a flashback, and his soul had completely escaped into hell at this time.He lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground, as if his most beloved girl was buried there.

Prometheus squatted down and looked sideways at Polyaser.He straightened up and hugged his body, which was a little heavy.

"Okay," he said.Polyather did not respond to him.The wand around him was against his back, and Prometheus whispered "Avada Kedavra", and the boy's body froze, then completely relaxed, and he slumped on his shoulders.

He slowly put Polyaser's still warm body on the ground, and took out another cloth bag from the storage bracelet.

"I heard that ending the life of a suffering person who wants to die will not destroy your soul." He put the two corpses into the storage bracelet, got up and walked towards the grove.The dark gray cloak fluttered behind him like a sail sailing.Without a word, Wei Yi stamped his feet.

"But at this point, I still care about the so-called soul."

He used magic to dig two graves deep in the woods, and put the two bodies next to each other.He filled the soil and erected a stone tablet, engraved with their names, birthdays and sacrifices.

"Hey, do we need to add an epitaph..." Prometheus scratched his hair and muttered distressedly, "It's really embarrassing for someone like me who never reads to think about an epitaph. By the way, there seems to be such a sentence in the "Bible" that Jetis often reads—"

He held the wand and began to carve on the tombstone. The stone chips peeled off with the strokes. Prometheus was sweating from exhaustion, but smiled slightly.

"Love is stronger than death."

Prometheus slowly walked towards the underground casino.Contrary to everyone's imagination, the first floor of the casino was full of people, and when they saw him coming in, they all stood up, as if welcoming the return of a king.

"Leader." Kyle walked up to him and saluted him respectfully.

He nodded, standing in the cascading sunlight, the wind unfolded his great cloak, majestic.

"I've said before about the danger of this battle, and now you still have a chance to leave." Prometheus said calmly, "Those who don't want to die can go out through the back door in three minutes. No one will laugh at you, because Anyone who mocks you will die."

He looked at the "dark bone" crowd in front of him, the crowd was clamoring, but no one moved.

"Three minutes have passed. Very good, then all the people left, we will melt into one sword, split the dark mountains, cut through the thick clouds of the eternal night. We will help each other, trust each other, no matter how powerful we encounter enemies, we will never back down and regard death as home.

"We shall be speared with wands, shielded with faith, clothed with blood, and armored with pain. We shall not hesitate, nor fear, nor flinch, nor surrender. We are birds of fire, The screams of the dead are the never-extinguishing dim moonlight in the courtyard, and the unyielding stubborn bones in the dark. We firmly believe that all deaths are born toward death."

The little boy turned around and turned his back to the crowd. Their expressions were solemn, as if they were waiting for dawn and burning.

"It's noon, and the body and soul are gone. Who is the hero? I don't want to ask for it." He looked at the open door, calmly, as if muttering to himself, and he didn't know who to tell, "Even if there is only one opponent, you can't fight." Thousands of troops and horses must wait for each other."

The labyrinth square of the third match of the Triwizard Tournament.

The sun was hot and the air was stuffy.The students sitting in the stands cast cooling spells on themselves one after another, but they still felt parched.In the past at this time, there were already members of "Dark Bone" pushing carts selling iced drinks and Quanquanmoka ice cream everywhere, but today I didn't see any of them.Not to mention the "dark bones", even several high-level personnel of the "Silver Snake"-such as Polyaser, Margaret, and Krum-were also missing, making people wonder if something happened What.

But the arena was still quiet. The four warriors walked forward in the darkness caused by magic. From time to time, they were covered by big trees, fog, and barriers in the maze, and magical beams of various colors burst out from the gaps.It can be seen that the closest to the trophy in the center is Jetis of Durmstrang. He has just repelled a big red-eyed spider, and he can reach the finish line with another turn.

Suddenly, Jetis felt the palm of his hand burn, and a red dot lit up in the center of the palm print. The frequency was extremely fast, and the anxiety was transmitted to his heart one after another.His pupils shrank and he clenched his fingers.

"leader……"

Oleby, who was drowsy sitting in the stands, was awakened by the uproar around him. He rubbed his eyes blankly, grabbed a boy next to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone fired a firework for help!" The boy replied loudly, looking very excited.

"Ah...? Who is it?"

"do not know……"

A girl sitting in the front row suddenly yelled, shocked: "No way, it's Jetis!"

"What? Jettis?!"

"How is it possible, he is almost at the end! He just repelled a spider!"

"how so……"

Harry, who was inside the arena, naturally didn't know that the pot had exploded outside the arena. He looked up at the bright red firework, thinking who was in danger.

He didn't meet any other warriors along the way, and even there were few obstacles. Except for a boggart and a fire elf, it was smooth sailing.This success made him a little uneasy.

After confirming the direction with the pointing spell, Harry walked towards the left corner.The walls of the labyrinth are separated by tree vines and iron frames. Devil vines woven into a net cover the entire narrow path. When they smell movement, they stretch out their branches and leaves one after another. Harry lit the flames with magic, and the black vines retreated. up.

He suddenly heard the sound of the air being torn apart, and something rushed towards him quickly.Harry turned sideways quickly, and a black shadow rushed over him, pressing him to the ground.

"What..." Harry was knocked dizzy, but he was even more surprised when he looked closely, "Krum?!"

Krum's face was expressionless, and there was no light in his slightly drooping eyes.He pulled out the locket around Harry's neck in an instant, and aimed the wand directly at it: "Soul Imprisonment!"

At the same time, a hand protruded from the locket and pushed towards him, but just touched Krum's collar and was forced to shrink back. The latter pulled the locket off Harry's head and turned around. Into the black mist.

"Dizzy!" It all happened so fast that he couldn't stop it.Harry watched in despair as the red beam passed through the black mist and hit the wall. Countless devil vines trembled, and black rain clattered down the ground.He stood there for a while, the anger in his heart burning more and more, he raised his wand, pointed to the sky——

There was another exclamation from the audience: "Someone has sent a distress signal again!"

"who is it--"

"The game is really dangerous..."

"It's Harry Potter from Hogwarts!"

☆, the place of the end

Karkaroff, who was originally sitting in the judges' seat, suddenly stood up and pulled his tie.Both Professor Dumbledore and Madame Maxime looked up at him.

"I have to go and see the warrior who sent the signal." He explained, "That place happened to be arranged by me, I know better..."

"Didn't it be agreed that other teachers would be in charge?" Mrs. Maxim wondered.

"The teacher in that area just happened to be free." Karkaroff said no more, and quickly ran towards the field.Professor Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime looked at each other, and the former also stood up: "I'll follow to see, you stay here."

Draco and Hermione were making their way to the audience.After the tragedy of Polyasser and Margarita, they somehow had a bad premonition that something would happen in this game.

Go straight to the jury and tell Professor Dumbledore, Draco thought so, and let them decide what to do next.

Suddenly, Hermione stopped and looked straight ahead, and Draco stopped involuntarily, following her gaze.

It was a surging black mist, churning constantly, making a creepy sound like gurgling and swallowing.Draco blocked Hermione behind him, watched the cloud of black mist vigilantly, and gripped his wand tightly.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from the black mist, followed by a leg, and a corner of a dark robe, and a tall boy stepped out of it.He looked sullen, with dull eyes.Hermione caught sight of what he was holding in his hand.

"Krum?"

"Isn't that a locket!?"

Krum took one look at them, and was about to run away when Hermione yelled "There are obstacles," and he tripped and fell hard to the ground.Although Draco was puzzled, he quickly cast a binding spell on him, ran over and pulled the locket from his hand.

"What's going on here?" Krum gripped tightly, and Draco gave him another "Li Song Jin Xie" to let him go.He kicked Krum aside, thought for a moment and added a Stunning Spell.

"I don't know, he might have the Imperius Curse." Hermione looked uncertain.She still has lingering fears. The black mist just now looks like a strange kind of space black magic, and apparition is obviously not available here, but they still have a way to move in space...

"Let's go, something may have happened to Harry." Draco glanced at the locket in his hand, tried to call a few times, but there was no response.They moved Krum to the recliner next to them, and Draco took Hermione's hand and ran to the judges' bench.

Panting, they ran to the jury, only to find that among the three headmasters, only Madam Maxim remained, and the seats of Karkaroff and Professor Dumbledore were empty.

"Madame Maxime... Excuse me, where is Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione was out of breath.

"He and Karkaroff went to see a warrior who sent out a distress signal. What's the matter, do you have something to do with him?" Madam Maxim's eyes were sharp.

"Yes, we have an urgent matter for him. It's really urgent." Draco's tone was still polite, but the anxiety in his eyes could be seen.Mrs. Maxim looked at them for a while, she seemed to recognize their identities, and stood up holding her skirts: "Okay, I'll take you to find them. I also want to know what they are doing, to save a warrior so Can't get it done for a long time?"

The red light in the palm of his hand was still flickering, fast and slow, stinging his nerve network.Jetis closed his eyes, wishing he could use Apparation to reach him immediately.

He knew where Prometheus was, and he must be there, though he didn't tell him.

He hurriedly ran into the underground casino from the secret passage, and before he opened the door, he smelled a disgusting smell of blood.The fingertips holding the doorknob trembled, and he yanked the door open.

The windows were wide open, the wind stirred the long curtains, and the daylight poured in, illuminating the frozen dark traces above.The chandelier has been shattered and fell to the ground, and several boys and girls with the "Dark Bone" emblem on their shoulders are lying around it.The gorgeous gambling tables and benches on weekdays were overturned and fell to one side. The table legs protruded obliquely upwards, and several boys' bodies were pierced on them. Blood was gurgling from the wounds on the chest and back, staining the table. Chairs and wooden floors merge into a stream.

Jetis walked past the corpses of countless "Dark Bones" members. Some of them died tragically, as if they had been pierced by vines from the inside to the outside, while others closed their eyes peacefully with a smile on their faces, as if they were dying. Have a sweet dream.His hand was clenched tighter and tighter, and the manicured nails were deeply embedded in the palm, and even the jump of the red light seemed not so important.

All the boxes on the first floor had their doors open, and Jetis could see one or two dead boys and girls inside from time to time.But he did not find the body of Prometheus.I don't know whether to be happy or upset.

Jetis stopped in front of the only box with the door closed.He leaned against the door and listened for a while, silently.He clenched his wand tightly, taking one last look at the scene behind him.

It was afternoon, the sun was shining, and the wind was blowing.The young bodies of boys and girls are all white, clean and pious, and they will fall into the shadow of the earth forever.It was like a grand living sacrifice.

He closed his eyes and pushed open the door.

The moment he opened the door, he suddenly lowered his body and rolled into the room, stretching his wand forward, and shouted: "Don't move!" But there was no response.Jetis looked around intently, only to find that the room was spotless and tidy, and two people, one big and one small, were sitting opposite each other around the gaming table.

Professor Black leaned back on the bench, tapping his fingers on the soft velvet armrests, his face tilted on his shoulders, calm and composed.

And Prometheus held a girl in his arms, and she was lying docilely in his arms, with thick black hair hanging on his chest.She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes stuck to her white cheeks, as if she had fallen asleep peacefully.Prometheus gently combed her long hair, smoothed the strands, and carefully parted the knots.The expression on his face was very gentle, but also extremely sad.

Jetis breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and walked to Prometheus.He appeared to be in good health.

"Eleven minutes and 43 seconds." Professor Black raised his eyes, still looking lazy.

"It's faster than I thought...Jatis." The little boy still lowered his head, he seemed to be obsessed with combing his hair, his tone was light, and he couldn't tell whether it was joy or blame, "You got Got the trophy?"

"No, I quit halfway." Jetis said in a low voice.

"That's a pity." He raised his head and looked at his solemn face.He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched his face, and put on a relaxed tone: "Don't you have such an expression, as if someone owes you money, and you have to smile once in a while, Jetis."

Prometheus handed him the girl in his arms, still with such an innocent smile on his face: "Help me to bury her in the grove, where I have already buried Polyaser and Margaret ..."

"What?! Say it again..."

The little boy ignored his words and continued on his own: "So many people died today, I can't bury them one by one, but I remember everyone's name, and I also remember everyone's birthday... …I remember exactly when they joined the organization and what they did. But I can’t bury them, and I can’t apologize to them.”

"leader……"

"Alifa is dead, so are Kyle and Odell...there are too many, too many, too many people who died today, Jetis..." He said with a smile, but the voice Already choked up, tears slowly streaming from the corners of his eyes.Jetis slowly took Alifa's still warm body, and Prometheus seemed to have finally let go of his last burden, and slumped on the bench.It was only then that Jetis realized that there was a scorched black hole in his abdomen that almost pierced through, but not a single drop of blood flowed out, and the flesh at the corners was curled inward.

"Prometheus, you..."

"I persisted for eleven minutes and 43 seconds until you came. I have no regrets. I have fought the good fight, I have walked the way I should go, and I have kept the way I should keep." The boy said softly Dao, like singing, the voice indulges.

"You... why didn't you tell me! Don't tell me that this kind of thing will happen! You already knew it, right, why didn't you tell me?!" Jetis finally broke out, he put Alifa aside, Grabbing his collar, he roared almost furiously.But Prometheus moved his lips, but didn't say a word.He tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Jetis stared at him blankly.There was a deep scratch at the corner of his eye, the dark gray cloak was riddled with holes, and there was a rip in the shirt extending from the shoulder to the lower abdomen, almost splitting his thin body in half.

He took a step back, loosening his collar, barely able to stand still.

Professor Black, who was sitting across from him and had been watching the show, propped up his chin. He twirled the wand in his hand and looked at him all the time: "Farewell finished?"

Jetis looked at him coldly, his lips pursed tightly.

Professor Black turned to Prometheus, feeling a little emotional: "As expected of my best student. But it's still a pity."

He looked at Jetis again, pretending to be tolerant: "I can let you go temporarily, let you go to bury your master first... and then come back and be killed by me."

Jetis looked down at Prometheus, the little boy's calm face was as gentle as water.There were tears in the corners of his eyes, full of sadness.

"He is not my master. He is my chief, and I swore to protect him. But I did not."

"Because he doesn't need your protection at all." Professor Black shrugged.

"He didn't ask me to bury him, maybe he didn't care where he died." Jetis leaned over and picked up his small body, and placed it beside Alifa.He solemnly turned around, faced the handsome and evil man, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Sorry, chief. I still have to disobey you this time. I can't help you Bury her like I am an outsider, but I am also a member of this war. I also have the right to die here like them..."

Jetis stood up straight and gave a standard knightly salute to Professor Black.

This is where it all began and where it all ends.

The author has something to say: 1: From the Bible.

☆, Epilogue: Respectively

Madame Maxim led them quickly through the maze.The cold wind cut the cheeks, and the sound of the branches trembling in the ears, loneliness is like a cello.From time to time, they ran into obstacles placed in the maze, which were all quickly resolved by Madam Maxim.Hermione looked at her beautiful side face, her expression was serious and resolute, and her elegant and luxurious long skirt flew up as she ran.

"There they are!" Draco said suddenly, pointing to another gap that flashed around the corner, and Hermione saw it too.Without saying a word, Madam Maxim pierced through two walls with the tearing curse, stepped on her boots and pushed forward through the branches and vines.Draco broke open the vines that were beginning to close, squeezed his way in, and pulled Hermione over on the other end.Their robes were all torn by twigs, and their hair was a mess, and they didn't care.

When they finally arrived, the scene in front of them made their eyes widen.

"Harry!" Hermione couldn't help shouting.

Professor Dumbledore and Madame Maxime stood with their backs to them, their wands pointed at the man holding Harry hostage.

The wand in Karkaroff's hand was pressed against Harry's chin, and the gleaming green light condensed on the tip of the wand, ready to go.The kind smile on his face has completely disappeared, and the whole long face is dark and hideous.

"Put down the wand." He pushed the wand up, and the green light became more intense, "Otherwise I might shoot it with a slip of my hand."

Professor Dumbledore's ice blue eyes stared at him horribly, his angry eyes seemed to burn him to ashes.But his wand was still slowly drooping. Karkaroff nodded in satisfaction, and said in a low voice, "Yes... yes... that's it... You don't want your savior to die, do you?"

He dragged Harry back slowly while watching the four of them warily.He retreated into the billowing black mist behind him, gave Harry a hard hand, and disappeared.

"Professor, what's going on?"

Professor Dumbledore turned around with a serious expression: "It was my mistake. I came too late and failed to prevent him from holding Harry hostage."

"Dumbledore, do you know what happened to Karkaroff?" Madame Maxime asked a little excitedly.

"Karkaroff has defected to Voldemort, Olim."

"What?!" Madame Maxime was taken aback and looked at him in surprise, while Hermione and Draco both looked calm, "How did you find out?"

"There are many clues, but I don't have time to explain them to you now. We need to find Harry immediately, and he will probably kill him."

Draco thought of something, took out the locket from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore: "Professor, we snatched this from Krum!"

"Krum? Has he betrayed too?"

"He may be under the Imperius Curse."

Dumbledore took the locket, looked at it with a frown, twirled the wand in his hand and said something, a blue light flashed, the locket trembled, and a black boy walked out of it.