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The third project was at the end of the last history of magic exam. Everyone was refreshed after the end of the term, and the school was full of intense speculation about who would win the Triwizard Cup after a long time.The students at Hogwarts were very confident. After all, Harry and Digory were currently tied for first place in total points—it sounded like Hogwarts had already announced the victory in advance.

I met Mr. and Mrs. Potter at lunch who were invited to watch the game. Mrs. Potter looked very anxious and kept complaining that Harry didn't write to tell them in advance about the game ("How dangerous! You Ever thought it was possible to get burned by a dragon or drown in a lake...").

"Fiona." Mr. Potter comforted his wife. "This is the rule of the game. He should have solved the problem by himself."

"The rule! The rule is that students under the age of 17 are not allowed to participate in this competition!" Mrs. Potter said angrily to her husband, "You are not willing to write to Dumbledore to ask Harry to retire! Our son is lucky Well, it’s safe and sound so far!”

"Good job, very good." Mr. Potter took off his glasses and wiped them, and said to Harry, "Although I have written at least five letters, I still have to say that I may not even think of riding Get on the broom and deal with the dragon - I'd consider casting a spell on the dragon's eyes, you've solved so many problems without us, I'm really proud of being a dad."

"I didn't do it alone," Harry said sheepishly. "A lot of people helped."

We all settled the food in front of us with a smile, not intending to claim credit for our great contribution at this time.

"That's also a group of 14-year-olds who solved these difficult problems that most adults would be helpless." Mr. Potter rarely looked so serious, patted Talus on the shoulder and rubbed Ron's head, leaned over and talked Hermione shook hands, "Children, you should be proud of yourself, the wisdom of adults is not necessarily better, always believe in your own strength."

As an off-site audience, the third project is not even as enjoyable as the second project. At any rate, the second project is in the daytime, and we have a large sparkling lake to watch.And when we walked to the side of the Quidditch pitch and climbed up to the stands, we found that everyone could only look at the high wall that blocked all sight in the darkening sky in the evening.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last game of the Triwizard Tournament has begun!" Ludo Bagman's voice aroused everyone's enthusiasm, applause and cheers scared the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the night sky among.As he announced the scoring order of the Warriors, everyone politely applauded and encouraged each Warrior.Because a lot of people brought huge cheering signs and various decorations, the deans of each college decided that students should be seated according to their own house. I squeezed for a long time before I squeezed from Draco to Hermione's seat, and saw Neville looked at the field intently, as if he didn't feel the crowd around him at all, holding a dark water glass in his hand.

"Where's Seamus?" I heard Dean Thomas ask beside him. "I never found him."

"He said he wasn't feeling well, and went back to the lounge to rest first." Neville replied, raising his water glass and taking a sip.

With the short whistle, Harry and Digory set off first.Mr. Bagman introduced the whole maze to us in a lively tone. He said that the maze is not only full of obstacles to test the warriors, but also has portkeys placed in various unexpected places-if the warriors are a little careless All previous efforts will be abandoned and sent to another corner of the maze to start from scratch.

"Harry can use the Guiding Charm, so he should be fine," said Hermione anxiously. "I wish he could use the Shatter Charm better than he did in the classroom."

"Winning the Tri-Strong Cup is considered the championship, and the points from the previous two events are not counted?" Ron was a little discouraged, "It's not pure luck, even Delacour may be the first to get it by mistake." .Percy was also disqualified from judging, although he certainly wouldn't favor Harry..."

With the last whistle, Miss Delacour also entered the maze. At this time, it was almost dark, and the audience was full of voices, but in fact, no one could see what happened in the maze.After a long time, everyone's initial excitement had passed, and a red firework suddenly appeared above the maze—the prescribed distress signal.

Mrs. Potter stood up almost immediately, clutching the clothes on her chest with a pale face, but everyone quickly recognized that the unconscious and carried out was Delacour who entered the maze last, and the students of Beauxbatons issued a message Sighing in disappointment, there were only three people left in the maze.

After a while, a firework rose from a place closer to the center of the maze, and everyone eagerly lit up their wands to see who the one who retired was——Victor Krum, at this time The Hogwarts students couldn't hide their excitement. Whether it was Harry or Diggory who finally won the Triwizard Cup, the honor belonged to Hogwarts.I don't know who took the lead in singing the Hogwarts school song, and the sound hovered over the maze for a long time along with the roar of the lion and the eagle.

Another firework exploded from the night sky, everyone stood up and squeezed forward desperately, Cedric's bloody face appeared outside the maze, he struggled to escape as if he just realized what he had just done The person who helped him said something excitedly to the referees, and pointed to Krum, who had just woken up from a coma.

"Harry is the only one left in the maze." Hermione looked at the night sky worriedly, "The other three have all retired...Although I am very happy for him, but..."

"He will win the Triwizard Cup." Talus, who had been silent since the beginning, finally spoke, "He will do it, we believed in him from the beginning, didn't we?"

"Neville?" After a while, Hermione also noticed that Neville looked a little strange. He kept calmly staring straight ahead, never stood up to watch the game, and did not participate in the Gryffindors cheering for Harry. Come on, almost mechanically drink the water in the water glass every once in a while. "What are you drinking? Are you okay?"

"Don't touch me!" He roughly opened Hermione's caring hand, "Stay away from me."

"Hey," said Ron, turning to Neville. "She's concerned about you. You really don't look right. Your scar is hurting again?"

"No." He muttered in a dull tone, and took another sip of water, because he was pushed by Thomas who was waving his arms excitedly, and a wisp of liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you drinking?" Hermione and I stood up at the same time, there were too many different smells in the auditorium, and I couldn't distinguish the smell of the liquid, but Hermione grabbed the water glass in his hand and just opened it, I Smells of Polyjuice Potion.

"He's not Neville!" I yelled. "It's Polyjuice Potion!"

The Gryffindor auditorium suddenly became chaotic, and the pretended Neville had a distorted expression. As soon as he raised his wand, Tallus and Hermione disarmed him at the same time. The veins on his chest twisted and he tried desperately to snatch the water glass from Hermione's hand.

"What happened?" Mr. Porter, who was watching the game in the front row, heard the noise and squeezed through the crowd, his glasses were tilted aside, "Children, what are you doing—"

"Someone's pretending to be Neville!" Hermione screamed. "Mr. Potter, we've got this man, but Neville's—"

"Don't be confused!" he shouted, "Fiona! Come and watch over this person and keep these children safe. I need a few people to find McGonagall, Moody and Dumbledore separately! Are you here, Alice?" Here...you go to Slytherin and find your father, hurry up!"

Tallus, Ron, Hermione, and I turned and left the auditorium.The chaos on Gryffindor's side did not immediately attract everyone's attention, and everyone could not tell whether they heard cheers or screams in the completely darkened venue.Cold fear filled my heart, I struggled to squeeze past the dejected Hufflepuff, and finally walked to the Slytherin stand, but I couldn't find where my father was after searching for a long time, Draco called me from behind After several calls, I didn't have time to answer him, and hurried towards the retreating warriors.

The warriors who retired might have been under a curse, and my father might have gone to help. I just remembered this possibility and regretted the time I wasted just now.

I just ran across the blank field in front of the maze, when three figures suddenly appeared out of thin air not far away, I was terrified, at the same time, cheers came from the stands, and the sound shook my eardrums to hurt.I almost subconsciously ran over to see what happened. Harry's eyes were half closed, his glasses were completely shattered, and only the rising and falling chest could prove that he was alive. Neville was being dragged by him (I even Not sure if this is real Neville), both of them had a deep and long gash on their arm from which blood was dripping continuously into the grass.

Harry was also tugging at another man, who was as motionless as a pale, thin skeleton, with his arms outstretched rigidly.

"What happened?" With trembling hands, I sniffed Neville and the other person. Neville was still alive, but the other person was already a cold corpse.Fear and panic made me unable to move at all, and I couldn't remember what Mr. Potter told me to do just now, so I could only instinctively separate Harry and Neville, and wiped the blood on Harry's face, "Harry ...is this real Neville? ...talk to me."

The sound of chaotic footsteps came towards us, Harry clenched my wrist: "Dumbledore, go find..."

"He's coming!" I looked up and saw Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic striding towards us.

"He's back," Harry whispered, his voice drowned out by the louder screams, "You-Know-Who... Neville and I..."

"Barty Crouch!" Fudge looked at the corpse in shock, "What's going on, Dumbledore—"

I could barely tell who was talking, Neville seemed to regain consciousness, and muttered something to Dumbledore, Fudge insisted that both of them go to the school hospital for treatment, Dumbledore seemed to disapprove of this suggestion, but He needed to maintain order at the scene to prevent further panic caused by Mr. Crouch's body.

"Son, help me lift the two of them up." I heard Professor Moody speak. He lifted Neville easily and motioned for me to help Harry up. "We'll take them to the hospital."

"But Professor Dumbledore said—"

"He needs to lie down!" Moody said firmly. "Go, it's too messy and unsafe here."

Harry's weight was too much for me to bear, but he managed to stand up, and I could barely tell if it was my own sweat or his blood that was running down my neck and soaking my robes.Under Moody's guidance, we quickly walked through the noisy crowd to the castle. Neville kept holding his scar and muttering indistinctly, looking very painful.

"Someone is pretending to be Neville, Professor Moody." I supported Harry with difficulty, and finally remembered why I ran to the field, "Do you need to check if this is really Neville..."

"Of course he is real." Moody gagged me impatiently, his wooden legs thumping in the silent castle corridor, "Tell me Potter, what happened?"

"The trophy is a portkey." There seemed to be blood in Harry's throat. He coughed several times before he said weakly. A cemetery... Neville followed, unconscious... You-Know-Who was waiting there."

"Where is the Dark Lord? And then?"

"Mr. Crouch, he is controlled by the Imperius Curse, and his house-elf... decocts and restores his physical body."

I trembled and almost fell when Harry grabbed my wrist.

"Back to the flesh? He's resurrected?"

"He took my blood and Neville's, a wrapped hand, and his father's bones... resurrected, and then summoned the Death Eaters..." When Harry said this, Neville seemed to recover A little awareness.

"We had a duel...Mr. Crouch regained consciousness suddenly, he grabbed Neville's wand to protect us...then something strange happened...saw several ghost-like things, they let us escape, using the door The keys came back... and Mr Crouch died."

Moody didn't take us to the campus hospital, and I didn't realize until we got to his office door that he let out a weird hiss and pinned us to the chairs in his office.

"Which Death Eaters are back?" Moody asked softly.

"Avery... Nott... Crabbe... Goyle... McNeill... Lucius Malfoy." Harry seemed to wake up from a dream, "Hogwarts! Hogwarts There's a Death Eater! He's the one who arranged it all, he put my name in the Goblet of Fire - and he heard a prophecy... Karkaroff! Professor Moody!"

I felt like a boulder sank into my stomach.

Moody let out a contemptuous sarcasm: "Karkaroff? He has escaped, and he escaped as soon as the Dark Mark was burned - betrayed so many of our companions, loyal supporters of the Dark Lord, how dare he go back ?”

"What do you mean?" I asked with trembling lips, "What is our companion?"

"Naturally that's what it means." Moody's blue eyeballs swiveled wildly, I heard the sound of the office door being locked, and when I jumped up and drew my wand out in front of Harry and Neville, he gave an ugly, crazy smile , "Stupid girl, save your energy."

"Expelliarmus!" I screamed, but only hit one of the nearby sighting glasses, and I felt my wand go out of my hand amid the harsh buzzing sound, as if two hands were caught around my neck.

"I remembered. In St. Mungo's Hospital, Longbottom told Dumbledore that you heard the prophecy." Moody said cheerfully, "This way I don't have to worry about Longbottom's mind being unclear...you see It's pretty clear in your mind, isn't it?"

"Let go of her!"

Harry's roar disappeared in the next second, and Moody threw Harry's and I's wands aside: "Come on, little girl, tell me the complete content of that prophecy, so that I can dedicate myself to the return of the Dark Lord." The greatest gift—what he couldn’t kill, I’ll kill for him, what he couldn’t clear, I’ll clear for him—no matter how many candles are lit, just kill it in one go—and I’ll be there soon Kill both Potter and Longbottom, and the master will give me the highest reward... Now tell me, what are the following sentences of 'The fate of the shift also tells the remaining candles to light'!"

"It's you." I said with difficulty, "Saint Mungo...that invisible thing I bumped into..."

"It's me." He laughed loudly, his face distorted in horror with excessive joy, "Of course it's me, but unfortunately I was discovered by Dumbledore after only listening for a short time! But it doesn't matter, I heard my master He is about to return, and nothing can stop him from returning - neither can my father! He even brewed a resurrection potion for him with his own hands! This is my best revenge for him, the best revenge!"

Neville appeared to be awake, struggling to let out an inarticulate growl, and Moody, without looking at him, cast a Binding Charm on him and Harry.

"It seems that I have to use some tricks for you to speak, doesn't it?" He licked his lips, "It's okay, I'm very good at prying out what I want from other people's mouths - Longbottom is also very familiar with it, right? I also demonstrated it to you in class..."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

I have never experienced such pain, it seems that all the misery in this world is gnawing down along every nerve that can perceive pain at this moment, I feel that my brain is blank, I just want it to stop quickly-pay It doesn’t matter what the price is, it doesn’t matter if I stop breathing from now on, the scream that resounds throughout the room doesn’t seem to be my own, how could I make such a terrifying sound?

The next loud noise and impact almost made me lose consciousness. I lay on the ground and vaguely saw several figures appearing in the demon mirror in Moody's office in a cloud of dust.Dumbledore was standing in front of him holding his wand, his face was so terrible that people couldn't look directly at him—there was no benign smile, and there was no dancing cheerful light under the half-moon-shaped glasses, it seemed that deep-rooted pain was bursting out of every wrinkle. Anger, this anger seemed to be burning all around him.

"It's okay." A pair of trembling hands picked me up. My father, his hands that can accurately measure each potion raw material to 0.01 gram are shaking constantly, and he almost clumsily tore me apart. Harry, who broke free from the restraining spell and jumped in front of me, hugged me, "It's okay, Alice, Dad is here... Let's go to the school hospital."

"She needs to stay." I heard Dumbledore's voice come and go.

"I don't see how she has anything to do with what happened tonight, she just happened to meet Moody!" Dad growled. "She's had enough tonight!"

"Whether it is fate or coincidence, she has heard so many things." Dumbledore said calmly, "We respect Alice's own wishes, and so do Harry. Do you want to stay?"

"I think so," I said with Harry, who was still bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were determined.The convulsions from the pain still persisted, and I felt dizzy in my head, but I wondered what the hell was going on—wasn't that prophecy Professor Trelawney's gibberish?

Mr. Potter, who also rushed in just now, pursed his lips, exchanged glances with my father, and then stood beside his son. My father carefully put me on the chair.

"Then, Severus." Dumbledore unlocked the key and bottle from the unconscious Moody, "I need you to get the most powerful veritaserum, we will take care of Alice."