[HP] Mom is always right

The third program is held in the evening.As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I'm going to invite you all to the Quidditch pitch for the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, brave men and Mr. Bagman, to the stadium."

Louis waved at Draco, and after getting a response, he happily stood up with the other three warriors and walked out of the auditorium together.He could feel the tension from their tense muscles, but it was completely unnecessary to him—if you already knew the final result, would you still find the process tense and exciting?

They entered the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable.A twenty-foot hedge bordered the edge of the field.There is a gap in front of them, which is one of the entrances to this great labyrinth.

"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and we will have someone to help you. Of course, this also means that you will lose the trophy. Qualifications—do you understand?"

The warriors nodded together, and walked away in different directions under her command, and stood in front of the four entrances of the maze.Louis took a rough note of their location, and secretly drew a road map in his heart.At the same time, the audience entered the arena one after another, and the enthusiastic atmosphere continued to ferment, until Bagman excitedly jumped in front of everyone again——

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Louis Durand has 93 points, No.1, Beauxbaton College!" Applause and cheers sounded , frightened the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky, including not only the students of Beauxbatons, but also the students of Hogwarts and Durmstrang College, because Louis' performance was indeed extraordinary.

"Cedric Diggory and Viktor Krum - 87 points, tied for No.2!" There was another burst of applause.

"Harry Potter - 82 points, No.3!"

"Now . . . Louie, listen to my whistle!" said Bagman. "Three-two-one-"

With a short whistle, Louis hurried into the maze.

But when he really entered the maze, he slowed down instead, and no longer deliberately acted in a hurry.The tall hedges cast black shadows on the path, completely covering the audience's sight. The inside and outside of the maze seemed to be two worlds, and even the sound was completely isolated.Lewy flattened his wand on his palm, whispered "Show me the way" to it, and twirled the wand, pointing to the dense hedge to his right—there was North.According to the prior arrangement, Krum and Cedric will meet in the northwest of the maze. What he has to do now is to rush to clean up the battlefield.

There were not too many obstacles on the road. Occasionally, one or two bomb-tailed snails were encountered, and Louis cursed them all over the ground. He turned to the right and found that it was a dead end. He quickly retreated and continued onward. After walking for a few minutes, he suddenly stopped because there was movement from a road next to him.

"What do you want?" said Cedric's voice. "What do you want?"

Then came Krum's emotionless voice: "Crucio!"

Suddenly the air was filled with Cedric's screams.Louis didn't move, until the voice gradually faded, and Krum cast another stun spell, and then suddenly came out from behind the dense thorns and branches.

"Stupid!" he yelled, and the spell hit Krum in the chest, sending him falling backwards.

Louie rushed over, picked up Krum's wand, and shot a string of red sparks into the air.Sparks surrounded the unconscious two men, marking their location.

After doing all this, he used a direction spell again to identify the direction, and then ran towards the southeast direction where the trophy was.

The hedge barriers were constantly changing and moving from time to time, and Louis could no longer shuttle through them as quickly and accurately as he did at the beginning. When he arrived near the Triwizard Cup, he found that Harry had already arrived, and he was fighting with a huge giant Spiders fight to the death.

"Damn!" cried the Savior, and the spell hit the spider's huge, black, hairy body, but it was no more than a stone thrown at it.The spider just twitched, then continued to swing those disgusting claws at Harry, and the sharp pincers mercilessly drew a long gash on the boy's arm.

"Drowsy!" Louie yelled the same, the spider that had already pounced on Harry was attracted, turned its head, and stared at Louis with eight shining black eyes, Harry took the opportunity to struggle to crawl out of the spider's lower abdomen come out.

"Come on, eight-legged monster." Louie said softly, and while stepping back, he cast a few spells that were not painful or itchy to spiders, to lure it to his side.

"Careful, this spider is too big, or too powerful - spells won't work on it -" Harry gasped to Louie.

"Understood." Louis cast a piercing spell, the eight-eyed spider screamed silently, and its eight legs twitched in pain—one of its eyes was shot blind.

Harry struggled desperately to stand up and tried to move his left leg. When he tried to kick the spider earlier, his leg unfortunately touched its pincers and was cut. Now every step he took was a sharp pain.

He glanced at the Triwizard Cup 100 meters away. The golden trophy stood steadily on the base, shining with seductive light.He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and limped towards the giant spider with his wand in hand.

"Harry Potter!" A familiar voice suddenly came from behind, it was Professor Moody!Harry turned in surprise, only to find Mad-Eye facing him with his wand raised.

Harry froze for a moment, and looked at the sky strangely. The Triwizard Cup was right in front of him. Even if he encountered the formidable enemy of the giant eight-eyed spider, neither he nor Louis would give up easily, so neither of them fired red sparks. Help, why is Professor Moody here?

"Cruciate." A dark green spell spewed from Moody's wand, hitting Harry.

Pain swept through his body, his bones were burning, and he curled up involuntarily. He heard his own screams fill the air and felt that his head must have split open along the scar.He wished it would stop quickly... wished he passed out...even died...

The ordeal ended abruptly.He slumped to the ground, gasping for air, trying to figure out how this all happened, why did Moody do this?What about little Durand?how is he

but--

"Although I don't think you'd mind doing it again, time is running out." Moody walked up to Harry, the evil eyes looking down at him, while the normal eyes stared straight ahead, observing Louis. The situation over there.

"Why?" Harry asked in a trembling voice, holding Moody's prosthetic leg weakly with one hand - his arm was shaking with pain and he couldn't even lift his wand now.

"We need to hurry up," Moody seemed not to hear Harry's question at all, but muttered to himself, "I don't want that Beauxbatons to mess with me after dealing with the eight-eyed spider."

Harry turned his head with difficulty, and in the distance, Louis was still wrestling with the giant spider.He seemed to have found the weakness of the big guy. The eight-eyed spider's movements were obviously not as fast as before - oh, it seemed to have lost two legs.

"Ah!" There was a sharp pain in his arm, and Harry couldn't help crying out. Panting, he managed to raise his neck, and found that Moody had stabbed him into the crook of the arm with a gleaming silver dagger. Blood trickled down the torn sleeve of the robe.

"Hush...shush...don't be afraid, don't make a sound, I won't kill you...you belong to the master, he will deal with you himself..." Moody murmured, taking out a small glass from his pocket The bottle was placed next to Harry's wound, allowing the blood to flow into the bottle smoothly.

"What the hell are you trying to do? Who is your master?" Harry struggled desperately, having recovered somewhat from the Cruciatus Curse.

"Be honest, you naughty boy." Moody waved his wand, and a rope swam out from the tip, wrapped around Harry like a boa constrictor, and bound him tightly.

"Look, it's still your fault, we have to start all over again..." Moody shook the glass bottle in his hand dissatisfied, as if he thought there was too little blood in it, so he made another one next to the wound on Harry's arm. Fresh wounds—the blood flowed faster.

"Disarm you!" "Armor protection!"

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously, and Moody jumped up and left Harry's side.

"You can only use this one spell, Mr. Durand?" Moody sneered, Harry struggled to sit up, and found that Louis was standing not far away with his wand up, behind him was the corpse of a spider, with hairy long hair. Legs spread out on the ground.

"If it's against you, it's completely..." Louis said contemptuously, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he stared at Moody with an expression of disbelief.Harry turned his head quickly, and saw an amazing scene: Moody's whole body was changing, the scary scars on his face gradually disappeared, his skin became smoother, and his mutilated nose grew and shrunk.The long gray hair was shortening, becoming a pale yellow.Suddenly, with a clang, the wooden leg fell aside, and a real leg grew out.Then the magic eye popped out of its socket, and a real eye took its place.The magic eye rolled on the floor, still spinning around.

"Barty Crouch Jr.?" Harry was stunned.

"You actually know me?" The fake "Moody" moved his neck. These days, he had to use the crippled body that he was not familiar with, and he couldn't get used to it. "There were so many things that he forgot to drink the compound soup Potion... But it doesn't matter, I have already got the most important thing... the father's bone, the servant's flesh, the enemy's blood, he will return... It's just a pity that I can't bring you before the master."

As he said this, he stepped back step by step, the wand in his hand was always pointed at Louis, and Harry could almost see the madness in his eyes.Then, laughing wildly, he grabbed the Triwizard Tournament trophy...

"Expelliarmus!" Louie's voice sounded amidst the laughter, but the red spell pierced through the air, and finally failed to hit anything, because there was nothing there--Barty Crouch Jr. disappeared just like that And missing with him was the Triwizard Tournament trophy.

"Relax!" Louis walked over, pointed at Harry with his wand, and the body that was tightly wrapped around him collapsed like a snake that had been slapped on the head.

"Who is Barty Crouch Jr.? Mr. Crouch's son? It sounds like..." Louie asked Harry, who barely stood up, his injured leg still shaking.

"It was he...he killed his father, he put my name in the Goblet of Fire...but what is all this for? What on earth is Voldemort trying to do..." Harry muttered, staggering to After walking a few steps forward, he picked up the wand he had dropped on the ground, raised his head and saw the empty base where the trophy was originally placed.

Louis followed Harry's gaze, and smiled.

"I won," he said.

"What?" Harry froze for a moment.

"The trophy turned into a portkey and disappeared, the third item will probably be invalidated, and I have the highest score in the first two items," Louis' slender fingers played with the wand in his hand, "So, that bet, I win gone."

"Are you talking about the bet? It was just to calm Sirius down a bit, no one would really take it seriously." Harry replied pretending not to care.

"Really? That is to say, you don't like Draco, and you won't pursue him?" Louis asked bluntly, which made Harry's pale face turn red because of blood loss.

"You should know that Skeeter's woman has always been unreliable, she likes to spread rumors everywhere." Harry explained, "My relationship with Draco is not bad, but it hasn't reached that point... ..."

"So, you and Draco won't be lovers in the future?" Louis pressed on step by step.

"I mean... me and him... I..." Harry faltered, he really wanted to give Louis a concise answer, but he couldn't say it.

"I don't know," he could only reply at last, "who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

"No, the future will soon become the present, Lord Savior," Louis said with a smile, but Harry saw disdain and contempt from this smile, "fate is never full of kindness, it will torture you over and over again You, play with you, because it will always give you more than one option - the person who can't grasp the future is doomed to lose his most precious thing."

He glanced down at Harry's injured leg, which was no longer bleeding. "Are you going to fire sparks and let them help, or walk out with a limp?"