Harry woke up from his slumber, the smell of disinfectant water getting into his nose, causing him to sneeze and open his eyes to the white ceiling.

"Professor Dumbledore!" The first thing he did when he woke up was to speak, but found that his throat felt as if it was stuck, and he couldn't make a single sound.

"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey immediately came over to take a look, and immediately turned away, and began to prepare the potion at a table.

Harry lay flat on the bed, watching Madam Pomfrey's movements, adding the potion to the crucible, gurgling and bubbling, different from the usual bitter and pungent taste, today the taste is still a little sweet and pleasant, and even wants people to take a few more sips.

"You may have a little wound to your throat, I don't know if it was grit or something sharp, and you may not be able to speak for a while. Madam Pomfrey said to Harry, who dismissed himself from speaking.

"Drink it, you'll feel better. Madam Pomfrey helped Harry up from the bed, "By the way, congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament, your friends have all come to see you before, a couple of boys and a girl." ”

Harry knew that Madam Pomfrey was talking about Hermione and Ron, and that he was supposed to have some of his roommates.

"Oh, by the way, Professor Dumbledore said I'm going to let him know as soon as you wake up, stay here, don't move, I'll be back soon. With that, Madam Pomfrey walked away quickly.

Harry had time to gather his thoughts.

Was his experience a hallucination?

No, the Goblet of Fire was sitting quietly next to his bedside table right now, within reach.

The cup seemed to have been cleaned, polished and shiny, glistening in the sunlight shining through the window, reflecting into his eyes.

"Does everyone know that Voldemort is resurrected?"

Harry couldn't help but think so, but he refuted the speculation, and looked at Madam Pomfrey as if he didn't know anything about it.

Harry remembered how the teachers and students reacted a long time ago when someone inadvertently said Voldemort's name, and if they really knew that Voldemort was back, it wouldn't be what it is now.

Madam Pomfrey was still normal.

Dumbledore must have kept this matter a secret.

The tall old man pushed the door open, and he was the only one who entered, and Madam Pomfrey seemed to stop outside the threshold.

"I have something I'd like to talk to Harry alone, okay?" came the old man's voice

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore. Harry saw the white nurse's hat shake, and he guessed she nodded.

Dumbledore walked straight to Harry's side, conjured a chair from behind him, and did it.

"Professor!" Harry struggled to his feet, but felt like his bones were falling apart, and it hurt when he moved.

"Lie down, Harry. Dumbledore stared at Harry with his blue eyes, and a sense of reassurance came over him, as if Voldemort's problem was no longer so urgent

"Hmm... It's a tedious task, and it might take a long time to start from the beginning, but before I do that, I apologize to you, Harry. ”

"Restored!" Dumbledore's incantation rang out like a bell, aiming his wand at Harry's throat.

A white, gentle light flashed, and Harry noticed that the blockage in his throat was gone.

"Your throat is not hurt, and you are able to speak normally, these are just small tricks that I have to do - because I want you to keep what you see secret for a while. ”

"Yes, Professor. Harry put aside the idea of asking Dumbledore for the time being, and obediently agreed, even if he had any doubts in his heart, he could only temporarily suppress his cat-scratching feelings.

Dumbledore suddenly raised his wand again, raised it above his head, and tapped it around the room.

"Well, the rest of our conversation still needs to be classified. Dumbledore said.

"Voldemort has been reborn, and what you experienced in the Triwizard Cup was not an illusion, nor an accident, but a conspiracy against you. ”

"I know by now, Professor Moody should have helped you a lot during the game, right?

"Yes...... Yes, Professor. Harry stammered in response, uncomfortable that he was aware of his cheating.

However, Dumbledore did not dwell on this, but continued.

"Then you know, he didn't want to put you to death, or in the game, but to get you the "win" and get the Goblet of Fire, which is the portkey, oh, by the way, that Professor Moody is an imposter too"

"Why did he go to such lengths?" asked Harry, and for a moment of fear in his heart, "Mad-Eye Moody is a fake?"

"The only thing I was able to know not so long ago is that they have a plot that needs to be used against you, most likely related to the resurrection of Voldemort himself, who may be superstitious about where to destroy and where to be reborn, of course, these are my speculations, and I don't know what the truth is. ”

"Shortly before the start of the third event, the imposter showed his feet in one detail, so we ended up catching him and using some truth potion on him, and he confessed to it. ”

"Unfortunately, we only knew that the plan was about you, and we didn't press the question of the keys to the door, otherwise I wouldn't have let this fight continue, because not only your safety, but also the other three warriors could have lost their lives as a result."

"The impostor came to his senses as he was about to reveal the information, perhaps because his loyalty to Voldemort overwhelmed the potion of the elixir, or maybe it was because the dose of the elixir itself was insufficient, in short, we did not know their final plan, only the hiding place that Voldemort chose to resurrect. ”

"He committed suicide as soon as he woke up, and I didn't have time to stop him. Dumbledore shook his head.

"I thought he would choose to take you captive, but I didn't expect him to choose the method of transforming the Goblet of Fire into a portkey. ”

"I had to go to the position that Crouch Jr. was talking about alone - Hamleton Jr., after all, even me, without any evidence, there was no reason to interrupt the game and command the Aurors. ”

"I can't fathom what happened after that, Voldemort regained his body before you were teleported to this location by the portkey, I showed up and fought him, and then your appearance disrupted my plans, and I realized their true purpose. ”

"Did his plan fail?" asked Harry cautiously.

"Perhaps. Dumbledore's voice was a little dry, "At least you're safe, aren't you?" ”

"I'm the one who dragged you back. Harry said reproachfully.

"No, you've done a good job, showing the courage and wisdom of a Gryffindor. Dumbledore complimented.

"And what about it?" asked Harry, tentatively.

"I'll tell you when the time is right, and maybe there are other things that need to be sorted out together, and until then, I want you to keep it a secret, okay with me? Harry?" Dumbledore asked sincerely.

"Yes, Professor. Harry replied

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The Triwizard Tournament ended like this, and the result of the game was unexpected by everyone, but it seemed to be reasonable again. No one knows where the long river of fate will flow after a mischievous turn.

Some rejoiced and some were sad about this result.

In a few days, it will be the Triwizard Tournament award ceremony, and the Gryffindor students are waiting eagerly,

Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament, giving their House honour and Gryffindor's House Cup all but in their hands.

He was quickly discharged from the hospital, and he did not have any serious injuries, at most some skin trauma, at most a few more days of recuperation.

"Seriously, I admire you so much, Harry. Ron, who was at the table, said heartily, happy for his friend.

That night, in the Gryffindor common room, they were celebrating Harry's victory, all kinds of snacks were piled up on the table, both on the ceiling and on the surface of the fireplace, scarlet ribbons were pasted, and the Weasley brothers giggled and held their glasses full of butterbeer in their hands, and circled around Harry, laughing and playing.

"I'd rather know how you won and how you got through the hurdles?Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry with some confusion, not seeming to be happy about Harry's victory, or rather something she couldn't do until her doubts were answered.

Hermione thought it was all unusual.

First of all, Fleur and Krum are out one after another, and they seem to encounter irresistible difficulties, or hurdles set for their respective weaknesses.

Defeat was acceptable, but such a quick defeat was incomprehensible to her.

They performed equally well in the first two projects, but why did they fail so quickly in the third project, as if they were being targeted?

This question may only be answered by Dumbledore, and those strange forks in the road are naturally to protect them and ensure the smooth implementation of the plan.

The expected "medicine lead" did not appear, what the furious Voldemort would do, no one would know, even Dumbledore was very likely to be unable to rescue, this is naturally understandable, and the kind-hearted headmaster would certainly not allow this kind of sacrifice.

Then there's Malfoy, who appears at the entrance to the labyrinth, and when everyone thinks he's won, he finds out that he's making a withdrawal statement, and the reason he gives is that he has encountered insurmountable difficulties, but there is no trace of frustration on his face because he was stumped.

It was all the more perverse, as she was lost in thought as the students around her began to cheer for Harry in advance.

If he had known that he had been too easy, he would have been suspected, and perhaps Malfoy would have spent more time in it and made a mess of himself.

At that time, at the end of the day, Harry was the only one left in the labyrinth, and no one competed with him, in other words, as long as he could hold on, he would be able to win the championship.

She didn't like to pour cold water on others, but Harry had been so lucky along the way that he had been so lucky, so frighteningly lucky.

It was as if there was a pusher in the dark who was helping him.

The first project he got information from Hagrid, she firmly believes that Hagrid will not harm Harry, if it is to be used, but the warriors of several other schools are also clearly prepared, this suspicion can be temporarily eliminated, but the suspicion of the next few projects, but it really can't be ignored.

Prior to the second project, Harry also didn't know where to get information about the game, and he was so sure that his absolute trust in that person made Hermione suspicious.

Coupled with the accident related to Mr. Crouch in the middle, this is the most suspicious point, since the end of the first project, the high-ranking official from the Ministry of Magic has been like evaporating from the world, and everything is left to Ron's brother Percy to deal with, and he never shows up again, and then finally produces some clues, which makes the truth even more confusing.

There's a third item, and the most confusing thing is the way Harry came out of the labyrinth.

It was like a portkey, falling from the sky, and she felt the feeling of the world spinning when she went to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys during the holidays, and she was impressed by the fact that it was the first time she had used the portkey, and she was very uncomfortable with Harry at the time.

And why did Harry fall into a coma after getting the Goblet of Fire, and was there any unknowable danger to him after that?

Previously, for the sake of the game, Hermione had suppressed her curiosity and tried not to interfere with Harry's game.

But now I have to ask.

She was ready to find out the truth little by little, and Hermione had enough mind to deal with these things now, after all, the final exams were now over.

"Hmm... This one. Harry was a little speechless.

"yes, tell me about your experience, I guess it's pretty thrilling, and we're curious too!" The surrounding students began to laugh, and they were also curious about what was going on in the labyrinth, hoping to hear the story of Harry's way through the barrier.

"Can we change the day?" said Harry, with little confidence. He had promised Dumbledore not to reveal any information about the course of the third event.

"Oh, okay. The other students looked at Harry with some disappointment, and Hermione frowned.

"yes, another day. Or Ron came out to play the round, "It's all about celebrating and forgetting everything, isn't it?"

"Yes, we don't have much time to get together, so I'll ask if I'm interested. The Weasley brothers said in unison.

The Gryffindor students quickly fell into a lively atmosphere.

Harry's prevarication made Hermione's uneasiness grow even stronger.

Harry felt that Hermione's stare at him made him a little hairy, but he couldn't reveal anything to her.

Keeping a secret was really a painful thing to do, and he now only hoped that Dumbledore would try to make the truth as public as possible, so that he would not have to endure this "torture" anymore.