[HP] King of Slytherin

Red sparks flashed in the sky, burning the black night sky red.

Hyland trotted through the hedges, the darkness growing thicker overhead, almost swallowing the faint light of his wand.Finally, after turning a few corners, he saw the gleaming golden trophy—it was placed on a pedestal more than 100 meters away, and there was no one around.

It finally arrived... Hyland did not relax his vigilance. He raised his arms and shouted: "The trophy is coming!"

The golden trophy flew towards him in the air. When there was still half a meter left, Hyland waved his wand again, and the trophy slowly floated to the ground.He squatted down and tapped the trophy with his magic wand, a white mist rose from the trophy, and dispersed with the wind after a while.Hyland murmured softly, "...So it's the Portkey."

He raised his eyebrows, realizing Voldemort's plan.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps not far away. Hyland looked up and saw Harry—his clothes were torn, his black hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and he looked very embarrassed.

"You're late." Hyland said calmly.

Harry looked at the trophy under Hyland's feet, and dryly squeezed out a sentence: "Congratulations." He paused, and then added a little uncomfortably: "Take it, we will take it after you finish it." You can go out."

Hyland smiled slightly, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a dark figure rushing out from behind Harry.

"Be careful!" Hyland yelled, waving his wand at the same time, "Dizzy!"

Harry froze, subconsciously turned sideways.But he immediately understood Hyland's meaning, and shouted in desperation: "Armor protection!"

The attacker deftly dodged Hyland's attack. Instead of using magic, he grabbed Harry's shoulders tightly and dragged him back forcefully.

The faint starlight shone on the attacker's face, and Hyland suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Crouch!!!"

Crouch gave Hyland a weird smile, grabbed the struggling Harry, and said, "Mentos."

The space was distorted, but in an instant, Crouch and Harry disappeared at the same time.

Hyland stood there expressionless, with anger beating in his blue eyes.He guessed that Voldemort would have a backup, but he didn't expect that this backup was not Moody, let alone Hilliard, but Barty & Crouch.

"I should have thought of it earlier..." Hyland murmured.

During the second competition, he had a faint feeling that something was wrong.I thought it was Karkaroff and Madam Maxim's problem, but now that I think about it, Karkaroff didn't dare to do that at all. He was afraid of Grindelwald, even if it was for the honor of Durmstrang, he would not Will do anything unfavorable to Highlander.

Hyland took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.He poked his arm with his wand, and his whole body slowly disappeared into the air, blending with the surrounding environment.

He bent down and took hold of the handle of the trophy.Three seconds later, he felt the back of his belly button being pulled up by a hook, his legs left the ground, and the scene in front of him suddenly became a swirling color.

This contest has only just begun.

The black sky weighed down heavily, and the faint starlight was covered by thick white fog.When Hyland stepped on the ground again, he found himself in a graveyard overgrown with weeds.He suppressed the feeling of vomiting in his chest, squinted his eyes and looked around.

There is a redwood tree on the right, and the outline of a church can be seen vaguely behind the tree.On the left is a small hillside, and there is an old house with a rather delicate shape on the hillside.

Where is Voldemort?

Hyland pondered for a moment, put the wand in the palm of his hand, and said, "Use the blood as a guide to guide me."

The wand spun rapidly, its speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped, the tip of the wand pointed to the old house not far away.

Hyland clenched his wand and walked quickly in that direction.

"Master... Master, please forgive me!"

When Hyland arrived, he saw a man hugging another man's thigh and pleading in the open space of the garden of the house.As for the standing man, he couldn't see his face clearly because his back was turned to Hyland, he could only see his tall and thin back like a skeleton.

"Cruciate!" Voldemort's voice was grim and mocking.

The man suddenly let out a shrill scream and rolled back and forth on the ground in pain.

Hyland held his breath and scanned around quickly.He saw a group of Death Eaters in black cloaks half kneeling on the ground silently, and Crouch was among them.And not far from Voldemort, Harry was tightly tied to a tree, and his arm was still dripping with blood.

Voldemort's footsteps moved again. He walked up to a Death Eater, looked at it quietly for a while, and said softly, "Lucius, my cunning friend. I always thought you were loyal, at least when there were enough You will not betray before you gain benefits. But, I have to admit, I made a mistake."

"The Malfoy family is loyal to you," Lucius said quickly, "I have been looking for your whereabouts, and if there is any news about you, I will go there immediately..."

"Enough, enough," Voldemort said mockingly in his eyes, "put away your sweet words, Lucius. Compared to Voldemort who has disappeared and can't bring you benefits, you obviously prefer a savior with light, don't you?" ?”

Lucius replied without thinking for a moment: "The Malfoy family will never vote for Harry Potter, I can swear with an unbreakable oath!"

"Unfortunately, I don't believe it." Voldemort said softly, he raised his wand and pointed it straight at Lucius, "Voldemort is understanding, don't say I didn't give you a chance, Lucius, let Della Co & Malfoy, I trust your loyalty."

Is he probing?Or do you really intend to?

Hyland narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his wand.

Lucius' fingers trembled violently, and he struggled to say, "Master, I only have one heir..."

Voldemort laughed cruelly, he turned his head slowly to Harry, and said, "I just saw something very interesting in this kid's memory...it's really very interesting...ah, who would have thought, Dumbledore How could the golden boy really like a Death Eater's heir? Lucius, let your son come over, and don't make me say it a third time."

From this angle, Hyland saw his face clearly.It was a face as pale as death, with a pair of big blood-red eyes deeply sunken, no nose visible on the face, only two thin slits flapping, very much like a snake.

There was a flash of understanding in Harry's green eyes, followed by sadness. He tried his best to use a contemptuous tone and shouted: "I like Malfoy? I don't even like him if I like dung! You can kill him Me, but I can't insult people like that!"

The mockery in Voldemort's eyes was even stronger, and he said softly, "How touching! For the sake of his sweetheart, the savior Harry Potter made up lies. It's so touching."

The Death Eaters laughed mockingly in unison.

Lucius didn't smile, he closed his eyes slowly, with a burst of despair in his heart.At this moment, he has made up his mind that even if he dies, he must protect the Malfoy family!

"Master... I'll Disapparate and bring Draco..." He stepped forward and whispered.

"You are lying!" Voldemort's cold voice was sharp and high-pitched, "Don't try to deceive your master! Every generation of the Malfoy family will have a reverse Portkey. Do you think I don't know? Cruciatus!"

Lucius grabbed his heart, sweat dripping down like rain, he clenched his teeth tightly, but the painful moan still couldn't stop overflowing from his throat, hoarse and broken.

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand again, his blood red eyes showing killing intent.

"Awada..."

"Hellfire!!" Hyland shouted first.

The black fire snake flew around ferociously, and the Death Eaters dispersed in an uproar. Hyland, who had broken his invisibility, grabbed Lucius and coldly cast his eyes on Voldemort.

Panting for breath, Lucius drew out his wand without hesitation, stood behind Hyland while propping up his still weak body, and looked at the Death Eaters around him indifferently.

"Oh, unexpected kid." Voldemort didn't pay attention to Lucius' actions, still staring at Hyland, and said slowly, "By the way, there is also the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament..." He swept it coldly Old Hilliard glanced at him with dissatisfaction.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, watching Hyland speechless.

The Death Eaters had already formed an encirclement circle in an orderly manner. Hyland glanced at them, alert in his heart, but said contemptuously, "Dumbledore is coming soon, why don't you run away?"

Some of the Death Eaters moved uneasily, and Hyland smiled and said, "Voldemort, are these your so-called loyal Death Eaters? Guess how many of these people would have run over to you after you left? How many people will become his spies when Dumbledore surrenders in tears?"

Voldemort's blood-red eyes were cold, and he said softly, "No matter what you say, you are going to die soon. Not even Albus & Dumbledore can save you... Avada Kedavra!"

The green light flew towards Hyland quickly, and he didn't choose to avoid it, because Lucius was right behind him.A cold light flickered in Hyland's eyes, and almost a second after Voldemort opened his mouth, he yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

Two green lights collided in the air, sparking fiercely.The Death Eaters were ready to move.

Lucius stood behind Hyland and slowly said in a hoarse voice: "Don't do anything stupid, maybe you can kill me, but I promise, you will kill one before I die. You... who Want to do that one?"

The Death Eater hesitated, and for a while, the scene fell into a stalemate.

The author has something to say: Crouch is not Crouch, you may wish to guess who it is~ I wrote it in the early hours of the morning, and my thoughts are a little confused. If you have any questions, you can tell me~