hp Ouroboros

The third competition was obviously much more boring than the first two. The densely packed little wizards in the stands, in the gradually darkening night, were sluggishly facing a large bottomless maze, not only the hedges completely blocked their sight , the gray fog that shrouded the maze even completely covered up the sounds in the maze.

The little wizards were excited from the beginning of the game. After 15 minutes, the maze was still a maze, with no sound or light coming out of it. After 10 minutes, everyone quieted down. To the competition field that has been completely surrounded by a piece of night, only the scene near the entrance is exposed.

About 5 minutes later, some little wizards were twisting their bodies in their seats, so bored that they were thinking about whether to go to the bathroom or something. At this moment, a string of red sparks suddenly pierced the darkness, and then stopped in mid-air Medium—A warrior is in trouble!

Three red light spots rose from a distance and flew quickly towards the place indicated by the sparks. They were the patrolling professors, and their hats were decorated with bright red stars.

In the midst of the dullness, something finally happened. The news that a warrior had withdrawn lifted the spirits of all the people present. They all sat up straight and stretched their necks, trying to see which warrior would be killed in the end. bring out.

In less than a minute, the three professors floated and landed at the entrance. Madam Pomfrey, who had been waiting beside her for a long time, rushed over immediately, and Principal Dumbledore and other referees also walked over. It is really unclear who was carried out.

It wasn't until Madam Pomfrey waved them away, conjured up a stretcher to put people on, and walked towards the exit of the Quidditch pitch, that everyone saw it—it was Krum.

Viktor Krum, the favorite to win the championship other than Sylvia Slytherin, was the first to be eliminated? !The little wizards broke out their enthusiasm for the first time in the boring half hour. Some of the little wizards applauded Krum politely, and the students of Durmstrang screamed that it was impossible, Some young wizards who really hope that Hogwarts will win the championship are cheering loudly...

The whole stand was noisy, and no one noticed that Sylvia, who was standing by the hedge, had a rare expression on her face, and watched seriously as Krum, who was unconscious, was sent back to the castle.No one noticed that Professor Moody, who was standing next to Dumbledore, was patted on the shoulder by Dumbledore before the noise broke out, and quietly left as if he had accepted some mission.

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"Fleur!!" Harry yelled and ran forward, trying to catch up with Fleur who was running away fast.

Just now, Harry was looking for his way, while thinking that Sister Sylvia didn't participate in the competition, and he had been training with Sister C for so long, those hard exercises helped him persist until now, didn't he? ?What if he did win?

For the first time, he fantasized that he would lift the Triwizard Cup in front of the whole school, and then a scream of pain came from not far from him, even from a corner, it was Krum's voice!

Harry's heart was beating violently and he was terrified, but instead of turning around and running away, he ran towards the place where the screams came from.Rounding the corner ahead, he saw Krum lying on the ground twitching at a glance, and Fleur, who was standing beside him, looked up at Harry at the sound.

Just when Harry thought that Fleur was going to attack him too, Fleur just showed him a weird and creepy smile, then turned around quickly and was about to run away.

"Fleur!!" Harry yelled, but Fleur had no intention of stopping at all. Seeing that she was about to run away, Harry quickly used his wand to shoot a string of red lights into the sky, before he had time to check Krum's situation. Harry ran after him.

He knew the magic in Krum, it was the Torture Curse, Fleur used the Unforgivable Curse to deal with Krum!

Harry didn't even have the energy to think about why Fleur didn't attack him, and even the Triwizard Tournament trophy was left behind by her, all she could think about was to catch this abominable person!How could she use such a vicious spell!

"Dizzy!" Harry yelled, but his spell blew a small gash through the corner fence and spared Fleur.

Harry and Fleur were running back and forth in the maze. Fleur was almost hit by Harry's spell a few times, but she seemed to be very familiar with the maze and could always use spells one after another. Dodge around the corner.

"What the hell are you trying to do! Fleur!! That's the Unforgivable Curse!" Harry panted and shouted as he ran, and finally there was a straight road in front of him. Harry pulled himself together and aimed his wand at Fleur who was running ahead. Read aloud, "Dizzy!"

The spell hit Fu Rong's back, her legs stopped suddenly while she was running, and she fell forward, lying motionless on the grass.

Panting, Harry still held his wand, and walked cautiously towards Fleur. After confirming that she had indeed passed out, Harry heaved a sigh of relief and slumped on the ground wearily.

What happened to Fleur?Harry felt strange, although she felt a little too proud, she shouldn't be a bad person!Before he had time to think about it, another thought suddenly popped up——Krum was sent out, Fleur was knocked down by him... He was the only warrior left in the maze!

The image of himself holding up the championship trophy in front of all the teachers and students in the school has never been so clear in his heart. Harry even froze for a moment before recovering. Even though he knew that he seemed to be invincible, the excitement and happiness in his heart were overwhelming. Can't hold back.

Harry stood up from the ground, turned around and planned to continue walking, but there was only about a dozen steps away in front of him, and the triwizard championship trophy shone seductively on the base.

The chase with Furong actually brought him to the front of the championship trophy? !Such an unusual coincidence made Harry alert, and then he remembered the strange feeling that had been covered up by the desire to win the championship before—Fleur ran with him all the way without encountering any obstacles, and even finally came to the trophy? !

Harry frowned, raised his wand, and looked around vigilantly. Except for the dark mist and the cold temperature of the early summer night, there was nothing around, but the more Harry thought about it, the weirder he felt.

Suddenly Harry shot a string of red lights into the sky, and spots of red light floated above Fleur.

In any case, there is nothing wrong with calling the professors first, just when Harry thought so, an indifferent voice sounded behind him, "Chop and cut..."

Under the sound of clothes being torn, Harry felt a sharp pain in his back. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Before he could struggle to turn over to see who was attacking him, that person walked up behind him first. , grabbed his shoulders and pressed him to the ground, pulling him to the wound on his back, causing Harry another pain and no strength to struggle.

"The trophy is coming..." was the last sound Harry heard, for the next thing he felt as if his navel was pulled, and his legs lifted off the ground, flying forward amidst howling wind and swirling colors Go, the man who caught him is with him.

It's actually a port key? !

In the blink of an eye, Harry felt his feet hit the ground, and then he fell to the ground, the person who grabbed him was still pressing him, Harry felt his back was wet and hot, and everything in front of him seemed to start to collapse. dizzy, as if he suddenly became more myopic

Reluctantly turned his head to look around, he was lying on a piece of dark weeds, he didn't see the mountains around Hogg's castle, there was a stone tablet on the ground not far away, the mountain looked like a tombstone, and it was a little farther away. ..Harry squinted. There was the silhouette of a small church behind a tall tree.

The wound on his back was bleeding, and Harry felt his heart beating fast. He lay on the ground, trying to take the opportunity to rest for a while so that he could cope with the next battle-he didn't feel at all that this person he hadn't seen the face of What a good place to take him after hurting him.

Lying on the ground, Harry squinted his eyes and looked nervously at the darkness beside him. He heard footsteps, and a figure walked towards them around the tombstones.

He is short in stature and wears a hooded cloak that hides his face.Taking a few steps closer, Harry saw that the man seemed to be holding something in his hands, and his movements seemed to be holding a baby.

"Master, I brought you Harry Potter!" The voice of the person who suppressed Harry was trembling, but he said very respectfully.

The small figure stopped before a towering marble tombstone without speaking.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead was in severe pain, far worse than the wound on his back. He had never felt such severe pain in his life. The man fell to the ground.

"You brought me Harry Potter..." Harry heard someone grimly above his head say, "Barely made up for your previous mistakes, however, I recently received news."

"Little Barty is dead, but you who joined us suddenly this year, boy, you are intact. My poor and loyal little Barty..." He said pitifully, but the cold voice didn't sound a bit Sad, suddenly he said aloud, "Perhaps the Selwyns thought I was a bully?"

"No... no master, we didn't..."

"Avada Kedavra!" A shrill cry pierced the night sky.

A bright green light pierced Harry's eyelids, and he heard something fall heavily beside him.The pain in the scar eased slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes in fear.

The face of a young boy who looked like he had just grown up appeared in front of him, his eyes were open lifelessly, and the man who had framed him lay stiff on the ground, dead.