[HP] Missy and Mischief

On the Quidditch pitch, the Warriors head to head.

Ludo Bagman looked tormented by worries, and lost the carefree and happy vibe of the first level.He pointed his wand to his throat, and "the voice was loud," so that the audience sitting around the court heard his loud voice.

"My dear audience friends! The last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! The current score situation is that Harry Potter ranks first with 85 points; Cedric Diggory and Victor Krum tied for second with 78 points...No.3, Fleur Delacour with 65 points!"

Harry glanced up at Sirius, Remus and his two closest friends in the audience, as well as Mrs. Weasley and Bill who were applauding loudly - and the pale blond hair that still shone brightly in the night. Hate.

He grunted, followed Bagman's whistle, and plunged into the dark dungeon.

Perhaps because of the magic, once he went underground, he couldn't hear the audience.

In the center of the hedge was a strange statue of a sheep's head, and Harry put his hand tentatively in his palm, and with a loud rumble - like Alice falling down a rabbit hole, he fell into a bright, wide in the hall.

There is only one long table in the center of the hall, and the table is full of hearty food: roast turkey with oil, bacon rolls, juicy roast beef and peppery horseradish sauce, shepherd's pie covered with cheese and mashed potatoes, Cornwall Cream tea from Irshire... It seems that all the delicacies of England have been brought together on this big table.

Harry swallowed.It must be admitted that he had some difficulty getting enough to eat at his aunt's house, and the food at Hogwarts had never been so exquisite——

But he glanced at it with nostalgia, and gave up the idea of ​​eating.

There was a small door behind the dining table. Harry took a deep breath, greedily sucked the aroma into his stomach, and made up his mind to pass the test and move on.

The desire to outwit the others and bring glory to Gryffindor overwhelmed the appetite.

The underground seems to have been cursed with a traceless extension. Passing through the long stone corridor, he saw the familiar Mirror of Erised in the second foyer. The things reflected in the mirror seemed to have no change from three years ago; Three halls made him feel like he had entered the vaults of Gringotts—mountains of galleons stretching from floor to ceiling beyond sight.

Harry hypnotized himself with difficulty, this is the Leprechaun's gold coin, in two hours it will disappear... will disappear...

What he didn't know was that he had inadvertently guessed right.

The corridor ahead was still empty, and at a fork in the road, a third whistle sounded in the distance, and Harry realized that this meant that the last warrior had also entered Pan's Labyrinth.They entered the underground in batches according to the order of ranking, and he was the first.

"Show me the way," he whispered to his wand, flat in his palm.

The wand twirled, pointing down the hallway to his right.Harry knew the trophy was in the very center of the dungeon, and he should head north.He entered the hallway, but the front was still empty and unobstructed, and the smoothness made him panic...it shouldn't be so unobstructed, and the first three tests didn't even require him to use his wand.

Suddenly, there was movement behind him, and he quickly swung his wand to defend himself, but it was the gloomy face of Viktor Krum that entered his field of vision.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath as soon as he saw Harry, and to be honest, it didn't look like a normal person's behavior, and Krum didn't even attack Harry, and turned and went into another corridor.

Harry shook his head, looking at his back inexplicably.If he was not mistaken, Krum's clothes were bloodstained on the hem and cuffs, and he looked like he had slaughtered something, and there were bright pink wretch feathers in his hair.

Harry quickened his pace and turned to the right. The room he entered looked very similar to Gryffindor's bedroom, except that there was no torch to illuminate it, and the thick mattress seemed to have a kind of magic, luring him.

Let's get some sleep...it won't waste too much time...beautiful dreams are beckoning to you...

What would happen if he lay down?

It's very close to the end now, it's okay to be lazy, right?

He was hesitating when suddenly a scream pierced the surrounding silence*, as well as a familiar muffled groan.

"Fleur? Krum?" Harry shouted hastily.

There was silence.No one responded.

He felt the hairs all over his body standing on end, the fear of the unknown brought a bone-chilling chill, and the idea of ​​"lay down and rest" that had inexplicably appeared in his mind disappeared.

Harry took a deep breath and tiptoed across the dark room.

Just as he was approaching the mattress, a black "cloak" flew out from under the bed and rushed towards his face.

"Reducto!"

The spell hit it, and it let out a piercing screech, but continued flying towards Harry unscathed.The thing jumped up into his face without explanation, trying to suffocate him, and Harry couldn't even scream for help.

Harry struggled frantically and fell heavily to the floor. Would he die of suffocation?

In desperation, he tried to think of the happiest thing, trying to concentrate his energy on imagining the scene of celebrating coming out of the maze, while raising his wand with all his strength, he thought "Call for protection!"

A silver stag popped out of Harry's wand, and almost at the same moment, the deadly shadow was thrown into the air by the stag's prongs.

It got back under the bed again, and quickly slid away out of sight.

Harry broke out in a cold sweat.

If he remembered correctly, this cloak-like thing was a Voldebat.If he was really resting on the bed, Voldebat would sneak out in his sleep and choke him to death. Once he was really dead, Voldebat would eat him on the spot, and then the black cloak-like figure would thicken One thing...there's no more unlucky bastard named Harry Potter in the world.

Fortunately, the Patronus Charm works well against these dark creatures.

Harry fled the room, heart pounding.

He used another Orienting Charm, and picked a path that seemed to be the right one.

After walking on the new road for a few minutes, he suddenly stopped, and a sound came from a road next to him.Only a wall separated him, and he could clearly hear who the voices came from*.

"What do you want?" said Cedric's voice. "Aren't you out of the game?"

Then Harry heard Krum's voice.

"Crucio!"

Suddenly the air was filled with Cedric's screams.Terrified, Harry tried to find a shortcut through it, but as far as he could see was the smooth corridor, he cast the crushing spell at the wall again and again, not very effective, but as his thoughts grew stronger , The outline of a door appeared on the wall, he rushed into the door without thinking, and finally arrived at the scene of the crime——

Cedric fell to the ground and twitched, and Krum was watching him with a stern expression he had never seen before.

Harry pointed his wand at Krum, and he saw it, but he wasn't nervous. Instead, he said with a mixture of hatred and fear, "...you're here at last, take that damned trophy away!"

what?

Harry was in a trance for a moment, and for a moment he seemed to see himself walking out of the maze with the Triwizard Cup in his hands, surrounded by the cheers and shouts of his classmates, and Malfoy's admiring and jealous eyes... Then the illusion disappeared, and he saw Crewe Tom's sullen face.

Who the hell would take that shitty trophy under the circumstances?

"Stupefy (stunned out)!"

Harry called, but Krum dodged it.

They threw spells at each other back and forth, but Harry didn't know how to use effective lethal spells at all, and Krum seemed to be hesitant to use poisonous spells on Harry. The approach froze.

The Triwizard Tournament trophy sat next to them, a foot away from Harry, gleaming alluringly.

"How dare you - hit him with the Unforgivable Curse -" Harry said angrily.

"Shut up, you little boy who doesn't understand anything." Krum seemed to be anxious because of the passage of time. He didn't forget to look at the trophy frequently during the duel, and finally made up his mind: "You forced me to see you." his--"

He grabbed Harry's arm firmly, reached the shiny handle of the trophy, and shoved the other handle firmly into Harry's hand.

With a whistling wind and swirling colors, Harry felt his feet lift off the ground, and he seemed to be caught on a hook behind his navel.

He and this strange Krum flew forward in a trance.

………………

What happened next was completely beyond Harry's imagination.

He's forced to take the trophy—comes to a dark hillside with Krum—approached by a deranged familiar woman—

"Avada Kendavra (Avada Kedavra)!"

As Bellatrix yelled, a green light flashed, and Krum collapsed to the ground, dead.

For a never-ending second, Harry stared blankly at Krum.Krum's eyes lost their luster, and his mouth was half-open, looking extremely surprised.Harry's brain couldn't accept the sight in front of him, and he didn't feel anything except a vague sense of disbelief.

Just then, he felt himself being dragged up by Bellatrix.

The night was like a nightmare.

On the outskirts of Little Hangleton, in an unknown cemetery, an extremely evil resurrection ceremony was held.

Voldemort changed from a glowing red baby spirit to a voluntary hand from a crazy woman (she even enjoyed the pain of a broken arm, which was terrible), Harry's blood and the rotten bones dug out of the cemetery. A tall, thin man with a snake face and red pupils.

Clothed in robes of black mist, he rose from the cauldron like a living skeleton.But judging by Bellatrix's expression, Voldemort is as handsome as Apollo, which is really ridiculous.

The joy of resurrection made it difficult for Voldemort to restrain his desire to confide——

While waiting for the Death Eaters to be summoned, he didn't even forget to tell Harry about his family history—about his Muggle father and the sad and hateful witch mother.

Suddenly the air was filled with the rustling of cloaks.Between the tombs, behind the cedar trees, in every dark place wizards were apparating.They were all hooded and covered their faces.

One by one they came... Voldemort stood silently waiting.One by one, the Death Eaters fell to their knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe*.

Voldemort is still waiting for something, this kind of patience can be called rare for him.

After a while, there was an apparition bang in the air, and a straw-haired wizard covered his right eye and stumbled in front of them.

"Oh... Barty Crouch, my most loyal servant," Voldemort stared at him with empty red eyes, and caressed Barty's face with his slender pale fingers, who was trembling with excitement, "thanks It took you a year of hard work before my Death Eaters could come back from Azkaban... Our little friend can also come here as promised, without any injuries..."

"I will always serve you, master." Barty Crouch said excitedly, "This is also partly due to Karkaroff—although he was reluctant at first, but I proved your strength—"

"Bella killed him," whispered Voldemort, his red eyes shifting from Barty to the limp corpse in the grass next to Harry. Gore deserved it."

Harry gasped.

It turns out that the first out of the underground palace is the real Viktor Krum.Whether voluntarily or not, the person who pretended to be Krum in the final was Durmstrang's current principal and a former Death Eater-Igor Karkaroff.

He beat Cedric, brought Harry before the Dark Lord, and before he could defend himself, he turned into a cold corpse.

... What happened next was even stranger, and even brought some dreamy colors to this nightmarish night.

Because of the special effects of the twin wands, Voldemort's hopes of killing Harry outright in a duel were dashed.Even under the effect of the "flashback curse", Harry saw all the ghosts killed by Voldemort.

Including his parents buying him time, telling him how to escape, and Karkaroff begging.

It's really strange, isn't it? It turns out that the person who drank the compound decoction died within the validity period, and the body would not return to its original appearance, but the soul would not lie.

In the end, Harry ran as fast as he could, leaped over clusters of tombstones, avoided the rain of cursed light, and grabbed the handle of the trophy and the body of "Krum".

He heard Voldemort screaming in rage, felt a jerk under his navel, the Portkey worked - he was swept away in a whirlwind of colors... and they went back.

The author has something to say:

The third level is still modified by me. The warrior needs to pass the test of the seven deadly sins: gluttony (McGonagall’s food, the original shape is the water of life and death), lust (Mirror of Erised), greed (Irish Leprechaun gold coins) , Rage (Mad Wretch), Laziness (Voltebat), Melancholy (Sadbug Honey), Pride (The Last Trophy);

Reversing the fate of the characters in the original book (3/10), Cedric is still handsome and alive!

When recalling the plot of the original novel, I didn’t consider the situation, so I randomly scored 10. Looking at it now, it seems that 20 is not enough... Rowling, you still said that you are not a dementor!

感谢在2021-12-0220:24:56~2021-12-0320:18:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Similu, Amuro, Ye Shen, Xun Mo 1;

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