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Amidst the discussion, Madam Pomfrey directed Krum's stretcher and hurried back to the castle. Of course, she could tell at a glance what kind of magical attack the child had suffered—the Torture Curse!She never thought that such a vicious spell would appear in the international friendship competition of the three schools, and there was no medicine in the small medicine box at her hand that could slightly relieve the aftereffects of the torture spell!

The hurrying Madam Pomfrey took Krum away, and Karkaroff followed Madam Pomfrey with a livid face.

The little wizards only felt that there was finally something to watch, and they discussed loudly one by one, and the atmosphere became lively, but Sylvia began to worry.Even if Principal Dumbledore just explained Professor Moody's appearance, he should have gotten the news from Professor McGonagall in the midst of the chaos, but it is a problem whether Professor Moody has time.

The magic eye is not a panacea. Even if it can penetrate most of the barriers, Moody must know what he is looking at. Besides, the entire Quidditch field is so large that it can only be seen with the magic eye. Not being able to find what you want to see is still a problem, let alone rush there in time.

However, she can't move now. She has already proposed not to participate in the last competition, and rushing in now will only cause others to misunderstand.

Of course, her initial consideration was not just the innocuous reason that the weather was too hot to be too lazy to participate. The key point was that she knew that there was an accomplice of Barty Crouch Jr. hiding in the crowd, and the target was obviously her and Potter. At a time like this, wouldn't you just step into a trap by rushing in foolishly!

As for Potter's safety... Sylvia's eyes darkened, she took a deep breath, and suppressed the vague guilt.She is a Slytherin, only herself and the one she loves are important, and she can help others as much as she can, but Potter's life and death is indeed not her first consideration.

Dumbledore has gradually been unable to control her as an adult, but he still has a lot of influence on Potter, but, tsk tsk, Dumbledore can really calm down, obviously already knowing that there is Danger lurks in the dark, so Porter, who is only in the fourth grade and has very average ability, continues to compete.

Sylvia glanced at Dumbledore who was standing not far away from the corner of her eye. Even if such a big thing happened—Sylvia could tell that Krum was tortured by the torture curse, let alone Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century—this respected headmaster stood there calmly. Although he didn't have the usual kind smile on his face, the calm demeanor emanating from his body made no one feel it. The danger is actually so close to them.

The excited discussion of the little wizards has not completely subsided. Suddenly, another beam of red light calling for help rushed into the sky. The red light was very small from the entrance. It was obvious that something happened in the depths of the maze, and it might have been Getting close to the trophy.

The audience in the stands became even more excited now, discussing who would be sent out and who would be the winner, while staring at the exit of the maze, the champion of the Triwizard Tournament was about to emerge before their eyes !

But before the patrolling professors rushed over, in the depths of the maze, next to the red light for help, another orange-red fire burst out, broke through the thick fog and exploded in mid-air, turning into a giant phoenix fire cloud.

Seeing something unexpected happened, the little wizards finally felt that something was wrong, and some commotion gradually appeared in the stands.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore's majestic voice was amplified and echoed on the Quidditch pitch. The commotion crowd suddenly fell silent. Dumbledore explained a few words to McGonagall, then turned around and disappeared.

Once Dumbledore's figure disappeared, McGonagall alone could not suppress the commotion of the crowd. Although everyone in the stands stayed in their positions, the worried faces and the louder and louder discussions blocked it. Can't live.

"Professor McGonagall, may I ask what happened?" Beauxbaton's principal Mrs. Maxim came to McGonagall from the referee's seat after taking a few steps, and asked with dissatisfaction on her face. Enveloping Mag's figure in her shadow creates a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Principal Dumbledore asked Moody to go into the maze to make sure everything was normal. There might be some problems now, so he asked Principal Dumbledore to go and have a look." McGonagall explained quickly, although she seemed to be trying to keep She is calm, but her anxious face can be seen at a glance because of her overly tense face.

"It's not fair! I remember that Professor Moody is not on the patrol list, how can he enter the maze? And we don't even know it! I think we should suspend the game! Let the remaining two warriors Call me over to find out what happened!" Madame Maxime protested loudly.

Mag comforted the angry Madam Maxim, and from time to time glanced at Sylvia who was still standing at the entrance, full of worry.

I don't know if it's too late... McGonagall explained to the people from the Ministry of Magic, and then calmed down the little wizard in the stands, but she was as restless as the rest of them.

When she was patrolling outside the maze just now, a mole-like thing suddenly appeared in the ground at her feet. McGonagall was startled at first, but after a second look, she found that it was a mole made of parchment. into a mole.She leaned over and didn't do anything. The paper mole seemed to be alive, and wrinkled its nose at her position. It seemed to confirm that it was Mag, and opened its mouth to reveal a small note. .

After getting the note, McGonagall glanced at it, and immediately planned to go back and tell Dumbledore the news above, but was interrupted by Krum's red light for help, until he and the other professors put Krum in a coma. After getting out of the maze, she finally found a chance to slip the note to Dumbledore in the chaos.

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The burning pain on his forehead and Voldemort's disgusting shout gradually faded away, and Harry frowned tightly, as if he had just experienced a nightmare...

Big strong hands grabbed him and turned him over, and the old voice called, "Harry, Harry!"

Harry slowly opened his eyes, seeing the starry night sky in front of him, and Albus Dumbledore squatting in front of him, which made him relax a lot.He let go of the golden trophy of the Triwizard Contest, but his other hand still held the person in the school uniform. Even though he had killed him, he still brought him back.

Grabbing Dumbledore's wrist with his free hand, Harry whispered, "He's back..."

"What's the matter, Harry?" Dumbledore bent down to support Harry. "Can you stand up? What happened?"

"Voldemort..." With the support of Dumbledore, Harry got up from the cold and wet muddy floor in the maze, and pulled the knife wound on his back. After a burst of pain, the nausea of ​​the warm liquid gushing out made Ha Lisse flinched, but he didn't mention his injury, and repeated weakly, "He's back... Voldemort, back..."

At the edge of the maze, everyone in the stands stretched their necks, as if they could see the interior of the maze submerged in darkness. They were so focused that no one noticed that Dumbledore had brought Harry Apparated came out, and after a minute or two, a little Hufflepuff wizard pointed at the temporary medical area directly under the stand and shouted, "Principal Dumbledore and the others are here! That!"

Of course everyone saw the Triwizard Tournament trophy placed on the floor of the makeshift hospital bed, and Dumbledore was helping Harry to lie on the bed, so it was self-evident who was the champion!There was a burst of cheers in the stands, and there were voices everywhere, footsteps, shouts, cheers... happy and unhappy little wizards were all rushing down the stands, and the dark crowd blocked the steps of the stands watertight

"Albus, what's the matter? What happened?" The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who came to watch the game, appeared beside Dumbledore. He was not a simple little wizard who only paid attention to the game. Seeing the flaming phoenix and red clouds with wings spread, he panicked.

Before Dumbledore could answer, a voice screamed, "Selwyn!! Is that Selwyn?"

Fudge turned his head to look, at the entrance of the maze, Moody came out with a person floating with his magic wand. Fleur, with a gray face and wide-eyed eyes staring blankly at the ground, followed behind Moody.

"Merlin!" Fudge saw at a glance that the boy brought out by Moody's levitation was dead, his face was livid and his eyes were not even closed, "Dumbledore...that's the Selwyn family The only son of...he...he died?!"

Fudge’s words were immediately spread, spreading the horrifying news to the black crowd that was crowding them. In the blink of an eye, the screams of the students continued to erupt from the crowd, and the shouts and screams resounded through the night sky, " He's dead!" "Selwyn of Slytherin is dead!" "Selwyn is dead!"

Standing at the entrance of the maze, Sylvia saw the dead Selwyn floating in front of her eyes. His bluish face froze the expression of fear on his face, and there was no aura of living people shining in his dark eyes. , Empty like two endless dark tunnels, inside there is only cold despair.

A warm hand covered Sylvia's eyes and pulled her into his arms. The faint but familiar aroma of wood and mint made Sylvia relax a little.

No matter how many times you face it, facing death is a fear that you can never get used to.

"One step slower..." Sylvia said sullenly.

"Yeah." Camille agreed gently, didn't say much, just tightly wrapped Sylvia's arm.

"The Selwyn family is going to be gone," Sylvia's voice sounded a little choked up, "Although they have done bad things, if I hurry up... at least he won't die..."

"Ah."

After a while, Sylvia took a deep breath and said, "I want to save Bella."

"Well." Camille didn't say much, but her firm voice and embrace were like a barrier, isolating the huge commotion after Dumbledore's solemn announcement of Voldemort's return, the screams of the little wizards and the officials of the Ministry of Magic. The yelling and questioning sounds seemed to be just a buzzing background sound no matter how far away.