"Go to Madam Pomfrey, this warrior is wounded!"

Harry was dazed by the sounds of exclamations and noises surrounding his ears, and he tried to open his eyelids as hard as he could, only to find them heavy and scary, and fell asleep again.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Ron shouted anxiously as he gathered around Harry.

"I'm here. Dumbledore appeared behind the crowd with his hands behind his back, and the rest of the group immediately made way for him.

"Harry needs to rest, move him to the infirmary first, Madam Pomfrey. ”

The head nurse nodded.

The messy venue was quiet at this point.

It was only then that people discovered that Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang from the referee's bench, had also disappeared.

In the Triwizard Tournament, both principals disappeared for a while, what happened?

People don't know.

Maybe they just happened to eat a bad stomach and go to the bathroom, you see, didn't Dumbledore just come back after the game?

"Are you alright? Draco. Pansy asked with concern. By this time Malfoy was back in the audience, sitting with Pansy and his parents.

Not long ago, he slowly walked out of the labyrinth, and when he saw that he had nothing in his hand, the Gryffindor students immediately stood up and cheered.

His face was a little pale, and Pansy felt that he was depressed because he had lost the championship.

"He's just lucky. Pansy comforted,

"yes," his "luck was really good," Malfoy muttered, as he had just seen Dumbledore shake his head slightly in his direction, his eyes full of exhaustion, and it didn't look like the plan had succeeded.

"Baby. Safe and sound is the best ending, you see, the other three people who are not injured in any way. Narcissa was also comforting her son, but she didn't know that she was comforting her in the wrong direction.

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm just feeling a little sleepy. Malfoy clutched his forehead and made a confused look.

"Then go back and rest. Narcissa said lovingly.

On the side of Beauxbatons's camp, Fleur was still a little stunned and confused as she watched everything that happened off the field in front of her.

That Harry Potter got the Goblet of Fire like that?

She didn't believe that Malfoy, who had always been so adept, would lose to the savior who had no name.

When Malfoy appeared at the exit of the maze, Fleur thought that the champion had been decided, but what she didn't expect to hear was Malfoy's decision to abandon the race.

There was no shadow of the Goblet of Fire in his hands.

"It seems that our warriors have really encountered many problems in the labyrinth. At that time, Ludo Bagman was suddenly mourned, but he still had to restrain his mood and said to himself, his voice trembling a little, but no one noticed.

"Next, let's wait quietly for the return of the last Warrior, whether Mr. Harry Potter from Hogwarts can perform a miracle and become the winner of this game, or will there be no winner in this Triwizard Cup? Bagman's voice echoed over the arena.

After waiting for everyone present, Harry suddenly appeared in the middle of the grass, face down, but vaguely visible holding a cup-shaped object in his hand.

"The Potter Warrior from Hogwarts is back in sight now! looks like he's won the game!" Bagman exclaimed.

The Gryffindors around the auditorium began to cheer loudly again, and the sound seemed to be able to rush into the sky.

"It looks like the warrior has some injuries and the medical staff will be treating him soon, and we may soon find out what the game is all about. ”

"Congratulations, Dumbledore. Madame Maxim was a little reluctant, but thanked Dumbledore graciously.

"Thank you, Madame Maxim. Dumbledore, who returned to the referee's seat, nodded in response, but his face did not show the slightest joy of pride and pride in his students, but became more and more heavy.

"Dumbledore!Dumbledore!" a figure stumbled over from a short distance, and in the process of ascending the steps, he fell several times in succession, making his face dusty, and his dress was dusty, and even scratched a few pieces of skin on his face.

"Karkaroff?" said Madame Maxim, frowning at the man in front of her, whom she had never had a good impression of, and who was even more displeased now after making such an undignified move.

"That man! That man! He's really back! He's really back Dumbledore, you must save me!" Karkaroff shuddered and leaned over to Dumbledore, grabbed Dumbledore's long arm, and said in horror.

"Who?" asked Madame Maxim curiously, and then suddenly remembered that the three of them had briefly exchanged things before, and talked about something.

"Dumbledore, who is he talking about, is that the man?" Lady Maxime's broad lips immediately pursed as she finished asking, and her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had thought of something terrifying.

Shortly after Fleur and Krum retired.

"Shhh Ekakarov in the referee's box gasped as he felt his arm begin to emit an astonishing hot sensation again, burning his nerves.

But the physical pain is secondary, and what makes him desperate the most is the fear in his heart, the fear of waiting, the fear of hesitation.

This time the pain was more intense than ever, and an endless sense of fear welled up in his heart, and a voice in his heart told him, "That person is really back, are you going?"

But if he really went and obeyed that man's call, he would have been a true fool, leaving his life there, and perhaps going through endless torture before he could be freed.

"Yes, we can have a good talk tonight, last time it was short, and I know I may not have convinced you completely, but today ......."

"I believe it, I believe it!" Karkaroff's curly goatee had become messy, his pupils constricted, and he clutched Dumbledore with both hands, interrupting Dumbledore's next words, as if he were the real lifesaver. ，

He felt that he was really stupid enough to forget Dumbledore's advice for the sake of the Triwizard Cup.

People don't have a sense of urgency when they don't really face danger.

The meeting between the three Headmasters a year ago was still fresh in his memory at the time, as he felt that he himself had shown himself a lot of shame in front of Dumbledore.

At the time, under the influence of Dumbledore's inducing magic, he realized the seriousness of the problem at the time, and then quickly left it behind.

So much so that in the Goblet of Fire, he didn't care about his own image at all, and used all kinds of inferior means.

It wasn't until the middle of the game that the Dark Mark on his body began to ache, and he gradually realized the seriousness of the matter, and even privately approached Snape to verify his suspicions.

It wasn't until today, when his long-lost master summoned them, the Dark Mark on his arm burning and touching his nerves, that he truly believed what Dumbledore had said a year ago.

That's really not alarmist.