[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Draco felt a jerk at the back of his navel, and the moment he grabbed the Triwizard Cup, the swirling colors in front of his eyes immediately made him realize that he was grabbing a Portkey.

Snapped!Draco's feet fell to the ground, and the intense light blurred his vision for a few seconds.

"Both are here, which saves us a lot of time." Draco heard a very magnetic voice.He seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before, and there was a sense of familiarity.

The scene in front of him became clear, his godfather was sitting on the armchair not far from him, Sirius Black was also there, a handsome black-haired man was holding a cup of black tea, his gorgeous red eyes made Draco My heart trembled—the voice just now was made by him.It was a circular room, some of the portraits of the principals on the wall were yawning, and some were pointing at the two boys who suddenly appeared in the principal's room and whispering.

"Mr. Gaunt?" Draco asked uncertainly after some identification.The man raised his eyebrows. He bewitched himself when he went to Hogsmeade, and no one would remember his appearance.

"I'm glad you still remember me." The red-eyed man put down the porcelain cup, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily.The kid from the Malfoy family brought him an unexpected surprise.

"Good evening." Draco said politely, he couldn't remember the man's appearance, but he remembered the unique feeling.This man was not only a friend of Igil's father, but also the owner of the Honeydukes candy store. No matter what, Draco would try his best to remember him.

"Tom." The old man sitting at the desk reminded, now is not the time to reminisce, Mr. Gunter?The identity of the man with red eyes is really ever-changing.

Draco was moved by the sound, and turned his gaze to the source of the sound, only then did he realize that Dumbledore was also in this office.

Mr. Bagman hadn't told them that the trophy was the Portkey, so the test of the Triwizard Tournament was still going on?Draco wondered, the old man was still sitting on the referee's bench outside the stadium before he entered the maze.

A forward force suddenly pulled Draco, the blue-eyed boy walked towards the red-eyed man, staggering him, Draco glared at him, until now the hands of the two little wizards Clinging tightly to the Triwizard Cup, he has no intention of letting go.

Harry Potter knew Mr. Gaunt?By the way, his godfather is from the Black family.This was something Draco had been reluctant to face.Oddly, Dumbledore invited the Weasleys to be Potter's parents before the game, instead of Sirius, who was already living at the school.No wonder he had an indescribable sense of disobedience since the morning.

"Congratulations, Hogwarts warriors. Before accepting the award, I hope you both put down the trophy in your hand first." Dumbledore got up and walked out from behind the desk. His eyes were secretly on the two little wizards. The competing hands stopped for a short while, and landed on their faces again.

"I need a hair from both of you, Harry, Draco," Dumbledore said solemnly, "Time is short, and I am assured that Severus and Sirius will be here to protect your safety."

"Our safety? Can you tell me what happened?" Draco was full of doubts now, and he felt that Dumbledore standing in front of him was different from usual.The powerful energy gathered in the old man made him more like the legendary greatest white mage of this century, rather than the amiable headmaster of Hogwarts in the past.

"You can ask Sif, I think he will be very willing to tell you, now, give me your hair." The red-eyed man's gorgeous eyes glanced coldly at the stiff body of the potions professor, he Slender fingers slid across Draco's head, and when he retracted, there was already a piece of platinum-blonde hair between his fingers.

"Who is in the referee's seat? Professor Dumbledore, I remember that the referee can't leave the seat halfway." Harry took the initiative to pull out one of his black hair and handed it to Dumbledore. He who had used Polyjuice Potion naturally knew the hair magical effect.

"That's Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore shook the compound potion that was added to his hair, and made a gesture of invitation.He took compound soup before dinner, and sneaked back to the castle after patrolling outside the maze for a week as Mag.

The red-eyed man raised the potion in his hand to signal Dumbledore, and they drank the potion at the same time, waiting for the potion to work.The compound soup with platinum-blonde hair was the color of fruit juice, and Tom Slytherin found the taste very sweet and greasy after drinking it.

A burning feeling spread from the stomach to the whole body, and the effect of the medicine began to work. When the melting feeling disappeared, two pairs of twins appeared in the headmaster's room of Hogwarts.

"So you're not short-sighted, Harry." The blue-eyed boy, who looked exactly like Harry, took off the half-moon-shaped glasses on his nose to deform them.

In fact the boy's eyesight had improved since Tom left the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Thank you for the Polyjuice Potion, Severus, we have an hour now." Dumbledore called Snape by his Christian name in Harry's voice, and the Potions Professor's face became ugly.

"Our wand needs to be dealt with, Dumbledore." The gorgeous aria flowed from the mouth of the platinum-haired boy, and the Malfoy-style arrogance was perfectly learned by the red-eyed man.

"Excuse me, what should I do?" the real Harry asked, blinking his big green eyes.He always thought it was his destiny to fight Voldemort to the death.Since last summer vacation, or even earlier, he had been ready to fight Voldemort.

"Stay here and wait for us to come back." Dumbledore looked at him kindly with blue eyes that were exactly the same as those of the boy.War never belongs to children, even if that child is called Harry Potter, even if he has the name of a savior.

"I think Fudge should be here now, I hope he didn't do anything unnecessary." Tom Slytherin said while checking his clothes, his tone had a kind of disdain for Fudge, or Dumbledore Self-assertive dissatisfaction.

"Count to three." Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the wall, and they had already spent five minutes.Undo the magic on the other Triwizard cup on the desk. "Harry" and "Draco" grabbed the trophy at the same time and disappeared into the headmaster's room at Hogwarts.

"Merlin, I hope all the nightmares will pass tonight." Sirius prayed, and Draco and Harry sat beside their godfather, waiting for Dumbledore and the red-eyed man to come back quickly.

"Where did they go, Godfather? Mr. Gaunt's eyes...why are they red?" Draco asked Snape, of the four people in the headmaster's office, he was the only one who knew the least.

"His name is Slytherin, Tom Slytherin." Snape frowned, his mouth drawn into a line.In his opinion, that man was more dangerous than the Dark Lord who was about to return.

"Slytherin!" Draco gasped, thinking that the surname had become history. The mysterious man who was defeated by the savior 13 years ago once regarded himself as the only heir of that family.

"When I saw him in Hogsmeade, Mr. Slytherin told me that he had a very good relationship with Igil's father." Draco was sad, and his knowledge of Mr. Slytherin only stayed here step.

Actually he is Igil's father.Sirius really wanted to say that, but since Igil didn't tell Draco, it's better for him not to be too fussy.

Time is walking slowly second by second, waiting always makes people feel very long, obviously it feels like a long time, but the hands on the clock have moved less than half an hour.

Draco stared at the Triwizard Cup to digest the information in his head.Professor Moody, who was always against him, was actually Barty Crouch Jr., the Dark Lord was coming back tonight, Mr. Slytherin who suddenly appeared, and Sirius hesitated to speak.

When Draco felt that his thoughts were wandering in a maze in his head, the wooden door of the headmaster's office was suddenly opened.The wands that Sirius and Snape had always held in their hands were aimed at the door for the first time.

"Why are you here?" Snape asked when he saw the little wizard pushing the door open.He retracted the wand in his hand, but the front end still maintained the best angle of attack.

"Something has happened," Professor Flitwick paused at the door, panting, his brow covered with sweat, "Barty Crouch Jr. knocked out Hagrid, and he escaped!"

"..."

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Under the night, the tombstones stood gloomy among the weeds. At the end of this desolate cemetery, the black outline of the small church not far away could be vaguely seen.

The two Hogwarts warriors held the Triwizard Cup tightly in their hands and looked at the cemetery. A figure walked towards them with something in its arms, and stopped in front of the marble tombstone six feet away from them.

"Lucius' son?" A cold voice came from the bag in the arms of the short wizard.The short wizard wore a black cloak, which blocked his appearance.

"Yes," the platinum-haired boy swallowed, and raised his chin stubbornly, "You know my father?" His light-colored eyes showed fear, but he said every word without trembling.

"Get away from Harry Potter." The voice in the bundle yelled sharply, and the platinum-haired boy let go of the Triwizard Cup and took several steps back.

While they were talking, Harry Potter straightened up and raised his wand, and the short wizard with the burden immediately cast out a spell decisively.

"Lisong!" A powerful red light hit "Harry", and the green boy seemed to be drained of all his strength. He fell to the ground, his wand slipped out of his hand, and rolled all the way to the miscellaneous place in the lower place. It stopped in the grass.

"Hmm..." The platinum boy covered his mouth to prevent the scream from coming out.At this time, the voice in the burden rang again.

"Let our little friend who got in the way sleep for a while."

"No, I'm not on the same side as Potter!" The platinum-haired boy continued to back up. He tripped over a protruding rock and got up again.

"Drowsy!" The short wizard in the cloak shot out a ray of light, and the boy fell headfirst to the ground with a muffled sound.After finishing the little wizard, the wizard put the burden on the ground, walked up to the blue-eyed boy, and grabbed his arm.

"Who are you!" The boy struggled wildly, and the wizard's two hands exposed outside the cloak were covered with gloves. His strong fingers were tightly wrapped around the boy's body, dragging him to the marble tombstone.

"You are Peter Pedilou!" The boy tugged off the wizard's hood as he struggled.Because of this accident, the little wizard stopped pulling.

"Quick!" There was a sharp urging from the bundle.

Peter shivered for a moment and didn't bother to put the hood back on. He tied the boy to the tombstone with a magical rope.

One lap... two laps, Peter's left hand trembled uncontrollably, but his right hand firmly tied the boy.From the neck to the ankle, his right hand not only has five healthy fingers, but is also very flexible.

There was another sharp urging from the bundle, and it was confirmed that the boy had been tied up so that he could not move.Peter reached into his pocket and fumbled.

"Are you still used to using the new arm?" Just before Peter took out the things, the little wizard who was tied to the tombstone said suddenly.His voice was neither weak nor flustered.The emerald green eyes revealed wisdom that didn't match his age, and the gaze was very penetrating and went straight to Peter's eyes.

The short wizard's hands trembled, and the dagger he took out from his pocket shone with a cold light.He didn't dare to look into the boy's eyes, and lowered his head to the child who made a mistake, but the dagger in his right hand pierced fiercely at the boy's body with a movement that didn't match his expression.

"No, stop!" Peter screamed, and in a hurry, he grabbed his uncontrollable right hand and tried to pull it back, but he couldn't stop it at all.

Boom!The shock from the dagger hitting a hard object made Peter's arm go numb for a while, and the dagger burst out sparks on the marble tombstone.

At the moment of Peter's attack, the boy escaped with his apparition. Peter still held his right hand, his face was covered with prostrational sweat.

"You can teleport phantom, it seems that you have cracked my arrangement." Although he escaped, the blue-eyed boy's expression was very dignified.A long time ago, he asked a few trusted members of the Order of the Phoenix to set up a magic circle around the cemetery, just waiting for it to be opened today.

It stands to reason that this area is no longer able to transfer phantoms.

Maybe he arranged it too carefully, but instead made the other party aware of the wind direction in advance, the boy sighed regretfully.As early as when Peter was pulling him hard, he felt the ten healthy fingers tightly bound, and he already expected that things would not go so smoothly tonight.

"Which enemy's blood did you use, Tom?" The boy didn't look at the package on the ground, which most likely contained a piece of rough wood or something stuffing, plus a double-sided mirror that could communicate.

"Harry Potter, it can only be his." A grim, shrill voice sounded in the void. One of the annoying things about being a teacher is that they never forget what it was like to be a student.In Dumbledore's eyes, he will always be Tom Riddle, this disgusting name.

The phantom of a tall and thin man appeared in the air, his fingers were surprisingly long.The skin is whiter than a skeleton, the nose is as flat as a snake, and the two blood-red eyes can still feel a strong hostility even if they are phantoms.

"Why don't you come to meet me face to face, Tom, we haven't talked face to face for a long time." The blue-eyed boy looked at the phantom in mid-air with deep eyes, "How did you get Harry's blood?"

"He was injured in the first match." Voldemort's blood-red eyes had narrow pupils. "As I said, it can only be his blood. There is no doubt about that."

"I didn't doubt this, Tom, your self-esteem is still the same." The boy smiled peacefully, it could be seen that Voldemort's resurrection had not been long, his strength had not fully recovered, and he didn't even dare to contact him face to face.

"Dumbledore, when I discovered those clumsy little moves, I guessed that you would come to welcome me back in person, but unfortunately, you should have come earlier." Voldemort's phantom gradually disappeared from midair, his The strength has not been restored, and the conversation with Dumbledore is meaningless.

"Goodbye, Dumbledore, I would rather see Harry Potter than you." When the phantom disappeared completely, a strange wind blew in the cemetery, and Peter Pedilou was wrapped in The wind swept it far away and disappeared in an instant.

"He's gone, you can get up now, Tom." The green boy didn't stop the strange wind from taking Peter away. He needed to calmly think about the strangeness of what happened today.

The stunned little wizard got up from the ground, brushed the dust off his body, his face was sullen, and the anger in his eyes restrained: "Dumbledore, you seem to have done a lot of things without telling me. You can transfer apparition , What happened to cracking your arrangement?"

"Preparation before the battle is necessary," the blue-eyed boy's eyes flashed. "My people are very careful, Tom."

"But he came back early!"

Just as the red-eyed man was using aggressive words to instigate his crimes, not far from them, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, took off his invisibility cloak and showed his figure. Behind him were several pale-faced magicians. Ministry members.None of them made a sound, and followed the minister towards the direction of the two little wizards.

"Merlin's socks, there are quite a few of you here." The boy with platinum hair sneered with a gorgeous aria, judging from their appearance, they should have been here for a long time.

"You are?" Fudge frowned.He seemed to hear Dumbledore calling him Tom.

Who is this Tom who dares to question Dumbledore?Fudge's eyes fell on the writing on the marble tombstone - Tom Riddle.Another Tom, the name is so common that even the owner of the Leaky Cauldron with not a few hairs left on his head is called Tom.

"Dumbledore, I hope you can give me an explanation for what happened today." After the boy's light eyes moved away from the blue-eyed boy, he looked at the group of people in the Ministry of Magic.The coldness in his eyes has not completely subsided.When Fudge met his eyes, there was a chill of being stared at by a snake, and the hairs all over his body stood up in horror.

"Maintaining the safety of the wizarding world is the responsibility of our Ministry of Magic! If you ask Dumbledore to explain why we are here, I don't think he needs to answer you." Having a sense of fear for a wizard who looks so young makes Fudge A surge of anger rose in the heart that had always been full of superiority.The fear of Voldemort's return also made him eager to find an outlet to vent out the stagnant qi stagnant in his chest.

"Dear Minister Fudge, you have misunderstood me. I have no doubts about the actions of the Ministry of Magic, let alone disrespect." The platinum-haired boy bowed and saluted him. The perfunctory pattern of the vast majority of nobles.

"Please understand my feelings. In order to get rid of that person, I confessed my identity to Dumbledore. I have considered today's actions countless times, just wanting to be foolproof."

Now the marble tombstone and the burden on the ground have become the only evidence that Voldemort stayed here. The boy looked at these things sullenly, and sighed heavily: "But the man is still back..."

"Excuse me, what is your identity?" The boy's words successfully aroused Fudge's interest. He was very curious about who this wizard who took compound soup and turned into a platinum noble was.

"Oh, this... I should have introduced it earlier," the platinum-haired boy said apologetically, "Before I say it, can you please promise to keep it a secret for me?"