[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Boys! "Professor McGonagall suddenly pushed open the door and walked in cheerfully, "Are you all awake?"Energetic?Excited for an upcoming battle?Hurry up and change your clothes and go downstairs for dinner! "

"Don't you think it's wrong to break into the room of adolescent boys?" Riddle angrily grabbed the quilt to cover himself.

"I only see one wrong thing in this room, and that is that you are neither in the diary nor in the cat's body." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "But I have already done it for you." Packed up the cat, I hope you can stay in it safely in the next few days."

They had discussed before that Riddle could use his real body when watching the game, but not at other times.It was not easy to convince Professor McGonagall. In the end, it was the gold coins contributed by Riddle that made Professor McGonagall relieved—they were in the top box, and there were only senior officials of the Ministry of Magic in it, and no one knew Riddle.As for Harry and Ron, the Weasleys couldn't buy the most expensive ticket for every child, and there was no reason for them to appear in the top box.

"I wrote a letter to Harry and asked him to find a way to meet us at the stadium." After Professor McGonagall left, he quickly wrote a note and stuffed it into the Snitch.The snitch flapped his wings and disappeared from his sight.

For the holidays, he made further modifications to his Snitch.Now the Snitch can be invisible, and can activate the built-in spell launcher, and the No Trace Extending Charm allows the Snitch to hold a lot of things.After Harry sent a letter telling him about Dudley's weight loss plan, he stuffed it with a large bag of Honeydukes candies and Professor McGonagall's homemade desserts, and gave Harry a big cake on his birthday.Harry said that his Snitch was more popular with the Dursleys than owls and Sirius' tropical birds, at least it was not easy for the neighbors to see the Snitch.

When they went downstairs, Riddle knew what Professor McGonagall meant by packed up.

"What did you do to this cat?" Riddle said almost gnashing his teeth.

The white cat squatted on the table, flicking its tail lazily.

The cat is fine, except for the ridiculous -- and to some, perhaps cute -- ornament on the neck.Professor McGonagall tied the cat with a green ribbon with a bell and shamrock pendant on it.The cat yawned and made a small tinkling sound.

"I made it look more atmospheric." Professor McGonagall came out with a pan and distributed the scrambled eggs to them. "You all support the Irish team, don't you?"

Looking at her expression, if he dared to say that he supported the Bulgarian team, he would definitely be fired as an egg.

With a gloomy face, Riddle poked the scrambled eggs with a fork, and waited for Professor McGonagall to enter the kitchen before muttering, "Stupid World Cup! Stupid Quidditch!"

Others don't think so. There are clover-covered tents everywhere outside the World Cup stadium. Those who support Bulgaria have plastered the tents with posters. It shows Victor Krum, the best Seeker in the world, Even Professor McGonagall praised his technique. "But they only have one good player. Everyone in the Irish team is very good." Professor McGonagall commented.

The person who manages the camp is a Muggle, so according to the provisions of the Secrecy Act, they have to light a bonfire, cook soup or barbecue like a Muggle, and it cannot be solved by magic.However, the fans didn't care about this. People from the Ministry of Magic ran around to clean up the mess, looking irritable, chanting the legal clauses, and the situation in the camp became more outrageous day by day.

They met Seamus and Dean in the camp. Seamus' mother and Professor McGonagall hit it off, but Seamus was more willing to cheer for Krum, and Dean felt that Quidditch was not as interesting as football.At night, they leave the grown-ups aside to discuss the ball game while they cook over a campfire with all manner of things like sausage, mushrooms, corn, and marshmallows.Tom ate those grilled oily sausages contentedly, and when Dean tried to feed the cat with burnt mushrooms, Tom glared at him.

"Oops, you've spoiled your cat." Dean tossed the mushroom aside.

Only then did Tom enjoy being in the cat's body.His vitality can provide Riddle with an entity, but entity does not mean a body. Riddle can use his own image to move, but he is still not a person.In other words, can't eat.

"Your cat is getting fatter and fatter." Seamus seduced the white cat with a roasted marshmallow, and successfully touched Tom's head. "He's the most edible cat I've ever seen."

"As long as I can still hold it," he joked.The white cat was indeed getting heavier and heavier, but it was still far from making it impossible for him to hold it.

They separated when it was time for the game.He and Riddle followed Professor McGonagall to the top-floor box early. With tinkling gold coins in their pockets, they bought souvenirs from the vendors who fell from the sky, from firebolt models to panoramic binoculars. "Can you turn these small models into chess pieces?" Professor McGonagall played with the player models fondly. "People can train them, and even the worst teams can become top-notch teams through training."

"Then let you train the Scottish team to become champions?" He shook his head, "It is difficult for magic to support such complicated changes. I would rather use a computer to write programs, grade the difficulty of movements, and determine success. Upgrade your team to increase your chances of success. But Muggle video games are still too boring for wizards.”

Professor McGonagall still bought a set of Irish team models and seemed to be ready to do it himself.

They each bought a panoramic telescope. "Don't tell me you're going to continue adding functions to your Snitch." Riddle fiddled with the telescope, as if he was going to disassemble it.

"Its function is not practical for the Snitch." He really likes the function of game analysis, but there are only so few people in the wizarding world. If there is a war, there is no need for statistics and analysis, and the people on both sides can be seen at a glance, otherwise He will consider the effect of adding a false color layer to the snitch.

Before Harry, they met the Malfoys first, which was unexpected.Riddle stared at Lucius Malfoy for a long time, his pupils were faintly red, the old Malfoy looked very embarrassed, and couldn't look away, so he could only stand there in cold sweat.It wasn't until Riddle looked away that the Malfoys hurried away and sat down in their seats.

"They're having a party tonight," Riddle mused. "Those Death Eaters who didn't go to prison."

The author has something to say: Thank you Huahuayin for the grenade~(≧▽≦)/~

By the way, don’t worry about the CP~ The relationship between the protagonist and the diary will probably remain at this stage, it’s hard to step back, and it’s also hard to move forward. If CP is counted like this now, then there is CP. If you think it’s not counted now , then treat it as no cp...

☆, Goblet of Fire 2

"Gathering?" He became alert, "Is it the arrangement of the main soul?"

"They don't know anything about the situation of the main soul." Riddle glanced at old Malfoy, who glanced here from the corner of his eyes from time to time, and immediately sat up straight again as soon as he saw Riddle's expression. "I told him to let them play. I'm not going to interfere or help. I think they're just trying to have fun."

"Tell? How did you tell him?" He became interested in the magic.

Before Riddle could explain, Harry's voice sounded. "Hey, Ender, I didn't expect you to be here too! Mr. Weasley said that tickets were difficult to get, and he had to rely on Mr. Bagman's help to let us sit in the top box."

Professor McGonagall gave him an almost annoyed look, and he could only shrug slightly, expressing that he hadn't expected the Weasleys to actually get the best tickets.

"Hello, Harry." Riddle stretched out his hand with a half-smile, "We met once before, remember?"

"Oh, hello, I remember you, of course, it was in the Chamber of Secrets... Oops!" Harry screamed as soon as he touched Riddle's hand, and hurriedly covered his scar.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Riddle showed a fake confused expression.

"It's okay, my scar is like this sometimes." Harry rubbed his scar, "It also hurt once a few days ago."

"Have your scars ever hurt?" He exchanged a look of surprise with Riddle, not expecting Harry to be so easily baited.

"Yeah, I was on Privet Drive then, you know..." Harry shot Riddle a look, and the latter left sensibly. "You know Voldemort can't be in Privet Drive, right?"

"That's right, he's far away in Albania." He nodded.

"Actually... I think he's back in England." Harry lowered his voice, "I saw him in my dream, he was with Wormtail, they were plotting, Voldemort said he killed a man, I forgot The name, it seems to be a woman, and they plan to kill another person... me."

The other party looked at him expectantly.

"Is that all?" He frowned, as if Harry knew no more than they did.

"They were in a dark room with a fire in the fireplace and a big snake on the hearthrug...and an old man, I'm sure there was an old man, stood at the door, listening to them...and then Voldemort let Wormtail turned his chair toward the door, and I woke up!" stammered Harry.

"Chair? What's in the chair?" He grasped at a key detail.

"I didn't see it, just a green light, like when a dementor approached me, a green light flashed, and then there was nothing." Harry racked his brains to recall, "Wormtail was very reluctant to approach That chair, unwilling to be near Voldemort, I don't know why..."

"You mean Voldemort sitting on a chair?" He wondered what Riddle meant by incomplete physicality. "You can't see him when the chair's back is facing you?"

"I didn't see him from the beginning to the end." Harry looked strange.

"Is that a very tall chair?" Riddle was tall and usually wouldn't be blocked by the back of the chair.

"No, I think I could see Wormtail's bald head even if he was sitting on it," said Harry impatiently. "You don't think it's a simple dream, do you?"

"No, of course not." He replied softly. Harry didn't provide much information. It seemed that Riddle still needed to rescue those memories that Harry had forgotten.

Once the game started, he could talk to Riddle with confidence.All eyes were on the game, and no one was paying attention to Ireland's goal and Krum's thrilling dive. "You did a great job." Riddle said in his ear, "I saw almost all the memories. I know where the main soul is, Harry won't know, he hasn't been there...that's my father's Home, I know the old man, he works as a gardener at my father's house. He showed me the way the night I went to kill my father, and he obviously didn't know what I was going to do."

"Does he mean anything to you?" It was hard for him to imagine Voldemort splitting his soul for killing such a man.

"Not for me, but it's hard for the main soul." Riddle's voice sounded like he was sighing. "He made a clean break with the past, and put me and the main soul together. No one could recognize that we were the same person. His past, which was me, was forgotten. You see, I am in this box. If it is The main soul standing here is not such an effect, is it? He must be very eager to get rid of this shadow of me, but he returned to my father's house, the place where he split the first Horcrux, the place where he was hurt. He To seek protection. I just wonder why he's not at Gaunt's old house."

"What protection can your father's house give him?" What he wanted to ask was, was Voldemort the one who sought protection?

"That's not a magical blessing." Riddle chuckled softly. "To be resurrected, he needs my father's bones. You see, this is very strange. I despise my father so much, but in the end I still need to rely on him. It's a disgrace to him. He's back in England, he has no place to stay, he needs to hide, there's only one place he can live safely, and it's my father's house. Fate likes to play tricks, doesn't it? No In the end, the Dark Lord of the first life still has to rely on his father who was murdered by him long ago."

He quietly held the other person's hand, knowing that Riddle was the most uncomfortable about such a thing.

"The witch, her name is Bertha Jorkins, and she works in Ludo Bagman's department. She has been missing for a long time, but Bagman didn't go looking for her, because Bagman owes the goblin a lot of money , was busy collecting money everywhere, and didn't have time to care about an eighth woman who went around asking for gossip all day. Jorkins knew that Hogwarts would hold the Triwizard Tournament this year, and the main soul would definitely plan some kind of conspiracy... These are written It's in Bagman's mind!" Seeing his confused expression, Riddle waved his hand impatiently, "His mind is undefended, and I saw what I needed to know without any effort."

"To be honest, I'm starting to worry about the main soul. I never attacked Hogwarts before because I cared about it, it was my home, not because outsiders thought I was afraid of Dumbledore. Splitting the Horcrux might make He's lost that part of his faith, he doesn't want his nostalgia and need for home to hold him back...he must have been miserable in my father's house. Oh don't worry, he won't kill Harry, at least not by assassination way, he's going to beat Harry with dignity, after he's resurrected."

"That is to say, before the resurrection of the main soul, Harry is not in danger of life?" He looked worriedly at Harry, who was tracking the fierce battle in the stadium with his binoculars.

"Unless Dumbledore decides to sacrifice Harry." Riddle folded his arms. "It's not necessary. The resurrection of the main soul does not necessarily require Harry. He also needs Harry to counter the protective spell on Harry."

"Then what is he going to do with the Triwizard Tournament?" He only knew that the Triwizard Tournament was a dangerous event, and it was perfect for causing accidental deaths, but if the main soul didn't want Harry to die, he would Can't guess.

"I don't know, Bagman is an idiot, his mind is empty, and Crouch is in charge of the specific matters. He is not here, only his elf is there."

They fell into silence and refocused on the game. Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground, and Professor McGonagall lamented regretfully.Ireland's Seeker was far behind Bulgaria's Krum, but the Chasers cooperated tacitly and scored several goals in a row. If Krum didn't catch the Snitch quickly, the victory would belong to the Irish team.

When Lynch hit the ground a second time, the game was over.Crum caught the Snitch but Ireland took the lead.It took the audience a while to digest the ending. Professor McGonagall was so excited that he hugged the two of them and kissed them one by one. The top box was filled with enthusiastic cheers. "We have to celebrate tonight." Professor McGonagall made a decision, "Britain hasn't won a trophy for many years."

"A bunch of lunatics." Riddle rubbed his face, muttering and complaining.

"You can come over to our tent." Mr. Weasley waved at them. "No one wants to sleep?"

Although it was late, everyone looked sleepless.They discussed the game along the way, arguing over the charge.Harry and Ron were feeling sorry for Bulgaria. "If Krum had caught the Snitch earlier, Bulgaria would have won." Harry sighed.

"If the Bulgarian team's chasers or goalkeepers were stronger, Krum wouldn't have caught the Golden Snitch and lost the game." Ron had a more sensible view, and then fell into a cult of Krum . "But he flies really well! It's like he doesn't need a broom, I've never seen anyone fly like that!"

Riddle curled his lips and muttered something in a low voice.He could guess that Tom could fly like Krum without a broom.

They drank some hot cocoa outside the tent.He took turns under the table with cheering charms on the sleepy ones, and Riddle said there was a Death Eater party tonight and it would be safer to keep everyone on their toes.Leprechauns were flying around above their heads, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers could still be heard from time to time. Just when he himself started yawning, he heard something strange.Someone was screaming, and there seemed to be fire in the distance, accompanied by a crackling sound like gunfire.Unbeknownst to those at the table, Mr. Weasley and Charlie were arguing, overshadowing the unusual details in the noisy background.He secretly released the snitch, ready to scout the surrounding situation.

The author has something to say: After serious criticism from readers in the group, I decided to seriously consider the issue of CP...

☆, Goblet of Fire 3

Snitches swiftly scuttling through patches of tents, all is well and the Irish are still celebrating with draped flags, shamrock hats and green and white stripes painted on their faces dancing around a bonfire a tradition dance.Soon, he saw the crowd fleeing in a hurry, and they were spreading panic outward.He lowered his perspective, and he could see the horror on people's faces.They seemed to be screaming, and he couldn't hear them, but those with dazed expressions heard them, and immediately woke up from joy, and ran for their lives.He flew against the direction of the crowd, and some masked wizards appeared in front of him, there were about a dozen of them.Above the camp, a family of Muggle administrators floated there, controlled by magic, hanging upside down and spinning involuntarily.

This is a party of Death Eaters.Disgusted for no reason, he manipulated the Snitch and fired a Stunning Curse at one of the Death Eaters who was using a wand to direct the Muggles into various actions.Another Death Eater took the wand, and they seemed to hesitate for a while, not knowing what to discuss, and then shot all kinds of spells in all directions.He controlled the Snitch to walk through the colorful spells. It was difficult for them to hit an inconspicuous Snitch. Even if they hit his protective magic, they could resist the damage.The Snitch kept moving, occasionally throwing a spell at the Death Eaters, who seemed to realize that the number of their enemies was small, and wasted their mana with redoubled madness.

To his surprise, the Death Eaters were not trained fighters.They have high mana, but average combat literacy. They didn't cooperate with each other before, and they lacked tactical awareness-they didn't even try to crack invisibility or collective apparition.It was hard to imagine that these seemingly easy-to-kill Death Eaters could drive hundreds of wizards to flee. Even if they were ten against one, they could still kill the Death Eaters.But then he figured it out. It was precisely because of the large number of people that the wizards would do nothing. Everyone wanted to save their own lives. The Death Eaters had other stronger and braver people to deal with it. The result was that everyone None of them fought back.

"Why are they partying?" he asked in a low voice.Professor McGonagall was speaking impassionedly to Mr. Weasley about her views on the game. The girls were already very sleepy, and Ginny's head was beating little by little, and she might fall asleep at any time.

"It's just a social event." Riddle casually fiddled with the cup, the hot cocoa inside remained untouched. "They are all prominent people in society, rich or powerful, and each has their own connections. In order to avoid suspicion, they deliberately pretend that they don't know each other. Finally, they have an excuse to get together. Naturally, we have to do something, consolidate the relationship, exchange some benefits, who knows?"

"Their social activities are to play tricks on Muggles?" If that was the case, he had to say, it was pretty nasty.

"That's all they can do." Riddle said contemptuously, "They dare not fight against the Ministry of Magic, dare not make a difference, but they are vain and obsessed with power, so they can only bully those who cannot resist , Find some self-esteem from the weak."

"It doesn't sound like you like them."

"Why do I like them? I don't even know the current batch of Death Eaters. The original batch, they were only afraid of my power, and were confused by the future I promised. They thought it was profitable, so they listened to me." The command. The relationship between us is to take advantage of each other, without too much emotion." The other party looked gloomy, and seemed unhappy. "If I don't have power, or if I can't give them benefits, they will abandon me mercilessly. You also know the situation of the main soul. For 13 years, no Death Eater has tried to find him. Even Wormtail is desperate. Only then did I think of my old master. They have already decided that I can't do it."

"What happened over there?" Mr. Weasley finally noticed the abnormality in the distance, "Isn't the Irish going too far?"

"Oh, they got the trophy and have the right to celebrate it." Professor McGonagall didn't think so.

"I don't think they're Irish." Mr. Weasley pulled out his wand, "The children are under your protection. I'll go and have a look."

The other party disappeared with a pop.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked half asleep.

"It's the Death Eaters," he said softly. "They're coming this way."

This statement elicited two very different reactions.Professor McGonagall immediately became alert and gripped his wand tightly.The three eldest of the Weasleys looked grave.The twins exchanged glances, putting away their indecency.Hermione's eyes were bright, and she looked neither nervous nor frightened.It was Harry, Ron, and Ginny who were puzzled. "Death Eaters?" Harry asked. "What's a Death Eater?"

"The subordinates of the mysterious man." Professor McGonagall explained, and then his voice became sharper, "Tom, what's going on?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Riddle crossed his arms. "I think we'd better run for our lives."

"We can fight, let alone you are here..." Professor McGonagall hesitated.

"Death Eaters are nothing, the most terrifying thing is falling into a crazy crowd." Riddle looked impatient, "If you continue to sit here, they will trample us into a pulp."

"They are here, let's go quickly." His snitch had returned to his side, hovering, shining golden luster under the night sky.

"Pfft." Mr. Weasley reappeared in front of them. "Bill, Charlie, Percy, you come with me to the gang to keep order. It's terrible! There are people running around blindly! And some thugs who are fishing in troubled waters have joined in."

"I'll go with you too." Professor McGonagall took the initiative to join in, "Ender, Tom, you two protect the others."

"Let's go." Fred picked up Ginny and ran towards the woods first.

The few of them who were still in school hurriedly followed. "The crowd is coming. Everyone hold the hand of the person next to you, don't disperse!" He commanded. "We hid in the woods and waited for the crowd to pass."

"Ouch!"

He immediately lit his wand. "Are you all right, Ron?"

"I tripped over a tree root." Panting for breath, Ron got up from the ground, picked up Krum's small model from the ground by the way, and put it back into his pocket.

In just a short while, the twins and Ginny had been dispersed by the crowd.He freed the Snitch, but it was difficult to spot all three of them in the darkness on the crowded lane. "We'll wait for the crowd to pass." He said calmly, believing that it would not be difficult for the twins to protect Ginny. They had pockets full of prank supplies. "Raise your wands, danger may appear at any time."

"Oops! I lost my wand." Harry frantically rummaged through the pockets of his coat, while Hermione and Ron searched the ground.

"Wand coming!" He tried the Coming Charm, but it didn't work. "It didn't fall around here. Harry, when was the last time you realized your wand was on you?"

"I don't remember." Harry said anxiously. "I haven't used my wand tonight."

Suddenly there was a rustling sound next to it. It was Crouch's house elf. She was running out strangely, but it seemed that an invisible force was restraining her. "Bad wizards everywhere!" she screamed, "Winky is going to run away!"

He aimed his wand at Winky, wondering what kind of spell would help her untie her, but Riddle pressed down on his arm and shook his head at him, "The crowd has passed, let's get out of here."

"You know? There's something I've been curious about for a long time." Harry stopped and stared at Riddle, "How did you two get into the secret chamber? Only Parseltongue can open the secret chamber."

"Harry, I don't think this is the time to pursue that." Hermione looked at them in horror. "Let's go first."

"No, I think I know the answer now." Harry said stubbornly, "You told me that the last descendant of Slytherin was Voldemort. Ender, what are you hiding from me?"

"You're very smart, Harry." He admitted that he was really surprised. He didn't expect that after a year, Harry could still remember the opening they left behind.Perhaps the scar pain caused by Riddle reminded the other party, and it was a coincidence that Voldemort split the new Horcrux the day before yesterday, and today the Death Eaters are openly active, so it is not surprising that people are suspicious. "But Hermione is right, we have to go."

Harry didn't let go of his doubts, and still looked at Riddle from time to time, but he still walked with them.The crowd ran off to nowhere, leaving only empty tents and embers of the bonfire. He let the snitch hover around, alert to possible dangers.

"I think it's safe here." Hermione stopped in an open space, "There are no Death Eaters, no rioting crowd, let's stay here for a while, and then join other people when the situation improves. I really hope Jin Annie, they're fine."

"Aurors will catch those Death Eaters soon." Ron played with Krum's figurine. "I'd love to see Lucius Malfoy caught, he must be one of them." , then Malfoy won't have that nasty smile on his face."

He and Riddle exchanged a look of disapproval.The clearing was far from safe, and if someone attacked, they could be on the front foot.But it was already late at night, and the other three seemed to be out of spirits, and they were tired after walking so far.He raised his wand, ready to cast a protective spell to protect the area.

However, there was a sound of dead branches being trampled in the bushes.

"Who's there?" He pointed his wand at the bushes at once, while the Snitch watched his rear to prevent the enemy from slamming here and there.

A young man's voice sounded, "The corpse reappears!"

With a wave of his wand, he created a transparent shield that could block the spell, which was not a spell he was familiar with, and he didn't know how to counter it.

But no spell hit his shield.

Some kind of green light burst into the air, forming a huge pattern, a skeleton with a snake spit out from its mouth, which is the Dark Mark.

He looked at Riddle, who had put down his wand, with a confused expression on his face.

"Which one are you? Nott? Rozier? Dolokhov?" Riddle raised his voice, and his sharp voice was especially penetrating in the silence.

The other party did not answer.

"Tom, it's not safe here." He retreated to Harry's side, still maintaining his shield.The Death Eaters had unleashed the Dark Mark on the place where they were terrorizing, and Riddle obviously didn't know this, and now it was a crime scene, and they were all suspects.

Hermione paled, "Ron, we have to get out of here quickly, I don't want to be seen—"

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☆, Goblet of Fire 4

Before she finished speaking, at least twenty wizards descended from the sky and surrounded them. "Get down!" He immediately turned the shield into a dome.

"Damn!" Twenty wizards roared at the same time, red light criss-crossed above their heads, his shield couldn't withstand such an attack, it was already shattered.The aftermath of the magic power created a whirlwind in the clearing, but luckily no one was hit.

"Stop it! That's my son!" Mr. Weasley hurried over, looking terrified.

"Tom! What have you done?" Professor McGonagall's stern voice followed.

"It's not me! It's the man in the bush!" Riddle replied angrily, as if he didn't notice that Hermione looked at him very strangely. "I also want to ask how he knows this spell!"

"Spell?" Barty Crouch pointed his wand at Riddle, "You seem to know how to release the Dark Mark!"

He hastily tugged on Riddle's sleeve to prevent the young demon king who was full of anger from bursting out suddenly.

"I'll go and search the bushes." Amos Diggory volunteered and walked into the bushes under the nervous eyes of everyone.After a while, Diggory's voice came from the bushes, "Caught it! There's someone here! It's—oh my God..."

Digory reappeared before them, holding the limp little body of Winky in his hands.

The scene became very awkward.With an expression of disbelief, Crouch searched the bush again, but found nothing.

"All stolen goods! She still has a wand in her hand, which violates the "Guidelines for the Use of Wands." Digory picked up the wand from Shining's hand. Under the moonlight, he felt that the wand looked very familiar.

"Ah! That's my wand!" Harry exclaimed inappropriately. "I lost it."

"Your? You mean you conjured the Dark Mark with this wand and then lost it?" asked Diggory suspiciously.

"Amos! Think who you're talking to! Has Harry Potter conjured the Dark Mark?" said Mr. Weasley, angrily.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm out of my wits," muttered Digory. "Let's check to see if this wand conjures the Dark Mark, and then hear your house-elf defend himself. What do you think, Mr. Crouch?"

Crouch didn't answer.

Diggory seemed to take Crouch's silence as tacit consent, "Flash back to the curse!"

A green skull emerged from the wand.

"It seems that there is no suspense." Digory said in a tone that everything was clear, and then pointed his wand at Winky, "Resuscitate quickly!"

Winky woke up slowly, her copper-bell-sized eyes looked at every wizard around her in fear, and finally her eyes fell on the Dark Mark in the air.She gasped and burst into tears.

"Little goblin! You were found at the scene of the crime! The wand in your hand has conjured the Dark Mark. What can you say?" Digory asked sternly.

"It's not me!" Winky trembled violently, "Winky is a good elf, Winky can't do magic..."

"You were caught red-handed!"

Digory was still relentless, but Mr. Weasley said weakly, "Amos, think about it, where did Winky learn this spell? There are very few people who know it."

"Maybe Diggory is implying that I taught my servants to turn the Dark Mark?" Crouch who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke with a cold tone.

"Oh, no, of course not..." Digory looked terrified.

"I think it's a simple matter. Someone stole Harry's wand to conjure the Dark Mark and left it in the woods. Then the unlucky Winky picked up the wand," Mr. Weasley pointed out wisely , "The person who conjured the Dark Mark must have run away long ago. He doesn't want to be caught by us, right?"

"Did you see anyone around when you picked up your wand?" Diggory asked Winky.

"No...not a single person..." Shining replied sobbingly.