[SSHP] End of life

Harry stared angrily at the vial in front of him.

Christmas, Easter, it always came around the time of the holidays, and Harry even darkly guessed it was trying to conditioned him to never look forward to any of the holidays - or maybe it was just trying to make him Every time I am happy, I am immediately unhappy.And here it was again, not on a holiday, but on the morning of the day the final match of the Triwizard Tournament began.

Harry grabbed the little bottle from next to the pillow and opened the chocolate beside it.No gift wrapping.It hadn't bothered to disguise itself since his first half sip of the most disgusting thing in the world.

Moments later, Harry wiped his teary face with a piece of paper, and confirmed that today was an unlucky day.He'd have to go into the maze, save Cedric, get stabbed, start all over again, and he'd never have a better life.And this little bottle, as its owner is usually happy to do, made matters worse.It took a lot of willpower for him not to write "You old bastard" on the bottle before drinking it.

He grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it into the pocket of a very loose robe, and stuffed in the other pocket the penknife Sirius had given him.Then he put on his robes and went downstairs to breakfast with Ron.A lot of people have noticed his uncharacteristic nervousness and sullenness, and hopefully they interpret that as normal in the run-up to the final game.

The families of the warriors came.It was still Mrs. Weasley and Bill.Amos Diggory was very hostile to Harry, because Cedric had scored very poorly in the first game, and in the second game, even though he was level with Fleur, he was still a long way behind Harry and Krum. cut.The third game is the tiebreaker, and if Cedric wins the gold cup, it will be a great honor for his family and Hufflepuff House.Unlike the preoccupied Harry, it was evident in his father's nature that he saw nothing but pure competition at play.

And it is true.Harry and Cedric had no reciprocity at all in terms of the content of the game. The current relationship between the two was just competitors, and maybe the Quidditch game last year was added.When Amos taunted Harry this time, Cedric just glanced at Harry and didn't speak for him.Harry guessed that Cedric didn't like him at all, that he broke what he said and didn't abstain from every match.The other houses had been kind to him lately because he was so far ahead, but the Slytherins had been using it against him.

Harry had never felt such a long day, even while on the run.His hands were cold and sweaty, but he felt strangely relieved as the stars appeared against the dark blue sky.

The whistle blew.He rushed into the maze, saying "Show me the way" before lighting his wand.Ron had tried to ask him to take the pocket looking glass before the game, but both Harry and Hermione thought the looking glass would scream itself to explode in a maze full of dangers.His wand was pointing to the right, which was north, and he knew to go northwest to the center of the maze.He still stopped not far from the entrance of the labyrinth, "Firebolt|Arrow is coming!" he said loudly.

While waiting for the broomstick to come to him, he turned a corner and ran forward quickly, his heart seemed to be beating heavily in his throat.He almost wanted to shoot a red spark into the sky and run up to Dumbledore to tell him that Voldemort's master spirit was in that graveyard.But he knows he can't, that's not why he came back here to do it all over again.Voldemort can only be truly killed if he obtains a body. He must participate in the competition and remember the list of Death Eaters.Some of them were imprisoned in Azkaban, others have been at large for more than ten years.They're time bombs|bombs.When it was all over, he traded his own life for Voldemort's complete death, so that the remaining wizards could wipe out the Death Eaters.He can't see the haze-free sky anymore, but he wants to make the sky more pure.He hoped that after his death, until the next Dark Lord appeared, Sirius, all members of the DA, the Weasleys, Lupine, Snape, could enjoy the peace they deserved.

He had to be sure that nothing would go wrong.He was going to reconfirm the names of all the Death Eaters.

"Guardian!" Harry yelled as he ran.The not-too-familiar silver eagle flew out from the tip of his wand, Harry grabbed the Firebolt|bolt that was parked in front of him, and turned over.As he rose, he found that the hedges adjusted their own height to his height, and the desire to fly directly to the center from the air was dashed.But he didn't expect that the referees would not notice this loophole.He followed the hawk, and it was like a silver lamp to light his way.

A few minutes later, Harry passed over the Wreck, and the lumbering stupid thing shot a cloud of sparks at him.Fleur screamed somewhere to his right.The Patronus scares a boggart away.At the next fork in the road, Harry bumped into Krum, as expected.

The two stopped at the same time and looked at each other at the corner.In the dim light, Harry couldn't see Krum's eyes clearly, and couldn't tell whether Krum had been cast with the Imperius Curse.He hesitated to hang in the air, not wanting to attack rashly, Krum suddenly raised his wand at him.

"Passed out!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The two men roared at the same time, and the two beams of light from the tip of the wand collided in the air and turned sideways, sinking into the dark hedge.Harry looked at Krum coldly, he landed slowly, let go to let the Firebolt | Arrow fall to the ground, still holding the wand in his right hand, bent slightly, ready to cast a spell or dodge at any time.

The last time he walked into the maze he was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt for easy mobility, and he wasn't afraid of any ungraduated students as long as he didn't face Death Eaters.This time was different, his ill-fitting robe seriously affected his speed of movement, and he had to wear it again. "Krum!" he yelled, "Get yourself back!"

The silver eagle perched on top of the hedge.The two of them cast spells on each other like a duel.Harry saw that Krum's movements were getting slower and slower, and there seemed to be some confusion in his eyes. "Swoon!" Harry yelled.

This time Krum's hand hesitated obviously.The curse hit his chest, and he took a step back, falling to the grass and not moving.Harry pointed his wand at Krum and walked cautiously over, kicking his wand aside.He still didn't move.

Harry walked around Krum, who was sprawled on the ground, leaning against the hedge, backed up to a fork in the road, and bent down to pick up Krum's wand. "Show me the way," he said.The wand twirled in his hand, pointing to a fork in the road.He had won Krum in a duel, and now his wand was his for the time being.He turned the tip of his wand to point skyward, and a red spark shot out, and the Patronus spread its wings and began to guide him again.

Harry remounted the Firebolt | The arrow flew forward, his heart burning.The battle between him and Krum lasted at least 10 minutes. If there were no major accidents for Cedric, he might have almost won the trophy.He flew to another fork in the road, and his wand pointed him to the left.He crossed a large swamp, and there was a colorful light scattered by something in front of him.A black figure was running towards the huge trophy placed in the center of the open space.

"Flying the trophy! Flying the trophy!" shouted Harry, desperate to find that the trophy hadn't moved at all. "Swoon--" he was halfway through his incantation, when he suddenly saw a huge shadow rushing diagonally from behind Cedric, it was the spider. "Cedric! Behind you! Get out of the way!" he shouted, his voice sounding like a scream at that moment.He squeezed the wooden handle of his broomstick tightly and rushed towards Cedric.

Cedric's footsteps stopped, and he seemed to have finally noticed the black shadow covering him.The moment he looked back, his face was full of horror, but time did not allow him to roll sideways.Harry bumped into him, hugged Cedric by the waist, and the two flew past under the spider's claws.His broom was so fast that he felt his arms go numb from the impact, and Cedric's ribs wouldn't be too healthy to go through it.

The broom hit the grass, cracked and snapped at the handle, sending the two of them violently flying in a wide circle.The scene turned upside down before his eyes, and Harry cursed loudly, in such pain that he didn't even know what he was talking about.Directly in front of him, the spider turned and charged at him with unbelievable swiftness for its size, eight gleaming black eyes and sharp pincers held aloft. "Dizzy!" he yelled.

It was a relief that Cedric uttered the same incantation at the same time as him.The two rays of light sank into the spider's belly, and it fell sideways, crushing a large section of the hedge, and its long, hairy legs sprawled across the ground.Harry looked to his side. Cedric hadn't rolled too far, and was kneeling pale beside him, with one hand on his side and the other still holding his wand.He turned his head and they looked at each other, and Harry smiled.

"It's okay," he said, trying to get up.His left leg was bleeding profusely from hip to calf, and there was something sticky on the torn robe, the slime secreted from the spider's claws.The trembling left leg couldn't support the weight of his body, and Cedric also trembled slightly, walking around in front of him to support his body. "Thanks," Harry said, moving one hand away with difficulty, and began to cast a healing spell over his leg.

By the time he took Cedric away from the claw, it had almost fallen completely.The wound ran from the left shoulder to the left calf, and he healed the worst part, but above the waist he couldn't see himself and didn't have enough time.Fortunately, the bleeding from the remaining half of the wound was not enough to cause him to die.The wreckage of the Firebolt|Arrow lay in front of Harry, and he grabbed the broken broom handle to prop himself up on the ground and barely stood up.Also a Quidditch player, Cedric looked at it with regretful and apologetic eyes.

Harry caught Cedric's gaze, but he wasn't going to fix it anymore.It was no longer possible to regain its previous speed after the repair, and he had no intention of continuing to play Quidditch.He glanced up and saw that they had ejected and rolled almost to the middle of the field, and Cedric was only a foot away from the trophy, which was flashing to his left.

"Take it," said Cedric, looking longingly at the trophy, then turning his head back firmly. "You saved my life, and you deserve it."

Harry looked into the other's brown eyes.It's not that Cedric, but for the moment, it's as if they've never had a rivalry.He shook his head.

"I'm sorry—very sorry, Cedric," he said, packing two lifetimes of sorry into one sentence, though he knew Cedric couldn't understand, "I'm so sorry I didn't put my name in Goblet of Fire, but it's a match I have to take part in. Not for the money, not to win."

Cedric looked very confused.He took a few steps to the right, away from the trophy and out of the way for Harry.

"My scar hurts," said Harry. "It doesn't hurt very often, but every time it has something to do with You-Know-Who. I have reason to believe You-Know-Who has returned. Now I want to ask you to do me a favor and tell me Professor Dumbledore, I'm going to confirm one thing. If I can't come back, it means that the mysterious man has really come back to life."

He walked to the trophy, reconfirming that the Invisibility Cloak was in his pocket and that it hadn't been scratched by sharp claws.He wrapped the handle of the penknife and Krum's wand side by side with the Invisibility Cloak, adjusting it to where it was easiest to remove. "Cedric, I'm glad you... I mean, thank you all the time."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out a hand to grab one of the handles of the trophy.Suddenly, he felt as if a hook had been pulled behind his navel, his feet left the ground, and he flew forward in the howling wind and swirling colors.

The author has something to say: I don't have enough time today... I didn't review it very carefully. If there is a sentence that doesn't make sense or something, wait until I have time to make a false correction, lol.

I am very upset that the number of words in this chapter is not enough.And I'm not very good at fighting scenes, isn't it a bit of a running account.In short, for the sake of reading experience, try to double-update today~ I plan to completely complete the preliminary emotional line in the past two days and then start to tie the two together every day. If there is no double-update today, then tomorrow.Guaranteed surprise on Saturday~

In fact, I especially want to write that fortunately the bleeding from the remaining half of the wound was not enough to cause him to die on the spot.laugh.