Teenagers and girls are always willing to look for some dark places - dark places, where shyness will be quietly covered, and those love words will be easy to confide.

Of course, it is normal for words and deeds to be done under the shadow of shadows, and the dim light brings an incomparable sense of security at this moment.

However, it was clear that Harry was a little unlucky today.

It's a terrible thing to meet a women's clothing boss, and what's even more terrifying is that Harry is very unfortunate to get into the woods with her (him).

So, in the dim woods, a disguised Portkey was naturally activated - Filch, as the caretaker, had enough time to set it up, and Zhang Qiu was able to do the task of getting Harry to hold the Portkey almost effortlessly.

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With that once-in-a-lifetime portkey to the endkey journey, Harry was transported to a strange place with a confused look on his face.

Without much thought, Harry had already raised his wand and stood in front of Autumn.

"Be careful, the mistle we found hiding in the tree is not a normal plant, it's a portkey!" Harry said anxiously to Cho behind him, his good training had given him a lot of confidence in protecting his girlfriend at the moment.

Harry hadn't had time to figure out what this place was, and likewise, he didn't know why someone had made the portkey look like a mulberry - if it hadn't been made like this, maybe Harry wouldn't have let down his guard so easily and laughed and tried to pick it off with Cho, or even be teleported to this completely unfamiliar place.

"Don't be nervous, pull out your wand, I'll protect you, I swear. Harry promised behind his back as he began to inspect the environment.

To be honest, he had never seen anything worse than this, the bare rocks were almost devoid of grass, and the smell of the sea breeze wafted in from afar, and although Harry couldn't see it clearly in the night, he could almost confirm that the sea was in the darkness not far away.

The only thing that doesn't know is whether his current environment is a sandy beach by the sea or an island - if so, how far is it from the school, and are they still in the UK?

Or, was this portkey deliberately placed here, or was it just something left over from a predecessor from dozens or even hundreds of years ago?

It was unknown, but Harry quickly put the cranky behind him and began to make serious rounds - he occasionally felt that someone was trying to sneak up on him from behind, but he was never able to spot the attacker when he turned back.

As for Autumn, she looked terrified from the moment she arrived, and although she was holding her wand tightly in her hand, it was obvious that she was flustered - which made Harry's heart even more distressed.

After making sure that no one was staring at him, Harry turned his head and stared at Qiu seriously, "Don't worry, I will definitely protect you, even here, I will still take you back." ”

Such almost categorical words were met with an enthusiastic response - Autumn gave him a big hug.

However, just when Harry was full of joy, there was a sudden pain in his back, and after finally revealing his face full of confusion and doubt, Harry collapsed heavily on the ground...

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Barty Crouch Jr. spat earnestly.

The sound of babbling was heard for a while.

However, even at this time, he still stared at Harry with the same eyes as he always stared at the treasure, and he did not waver in the slightest - it made him feel extremely proud to be able to give such a treasured treasure to his master, and at the same time, it also made him feel that his lurking some time ago had an incomparably greater significance.

Does this merit need to be said to show that he has done so?

He did it, he did it - from Dumbledore's hands, from the hands of the Ministry of Magic, from the hands of the hordes of protectors around Harry, he managed to steal the last potion of his master's resurrection!

He couldn't wait, and the glory and praise thrilled him—the stupid, ugly, dirty, rat who screwed everything, everything that the bastard messed up, was done by him, Barty Crouch Jr., the Dark Lord's most loyal Death Eater!

In the original plan, they planned to shoot for the trophy of the final game, and through high odds to tie a group of people to Harry Potter's side, let them successfully make Harry the winner of the last game in various ways, and then use the trophy that no one will detect to bring people out.

In order to perfect this plan, they even did not hesitate to use a large amount of gold to open the joints and tempt all the greedy, just to be able to successfully send Harry over at the end of the day.

However, the rat who broke everything completely messed up the great plan - the bastard who had just come to contact was completely missing, and I don't know if he was caught or died in some corner.

At that time, they almost gave up on most of the plan they had already completed because of this great change, and he was even ordered to withdraw - if it were not for the idea of a new method, and the determination to accomplish everything at the risk of being caught, such a huge success would not have been thought of at the moment.

Hastily pouring a few puffs of potion to keep the clothes from becoming a burden on the body, Barty Jr. used his wand to make Harry float.

"What a stupid, self-righteous fellow, if it weren't for the master's repeated orders that Harry Potter needed to be alive, hum!" Barty shook his head, cutting most of his skirt off to prevent it from getting in the way of his next move.

Controlling Harry with his wand, he walked unhurriedly towards the center of the island, which he had almost hated the most, but now completely managed by his master.

This made his worship of his master even heavier, and the rice buckets of the Ministry of Magic didn't even notice it at the moment - just like his master said, the dirty and rotten Ministry of Magic should have lost the right to dominate the wizarding world a long time ago.

"Whew," little Barty gasped, the physical strength of this body after the transformation was so bad that it was only a few steps away, and it made him out of breath.

Just as he complained, his eyes suddenly froze, and then, an excited gaze cast from his eyes.

He knew the two men standing there all too well—Batan Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange, who had been with him in the capture of the Auror brothers, and whose master, who had to be temporarily infantile in the arms of the elder brother, gave him an approving look.

That adult actually came to pick him up in person!