"Although the compound decoction can make a person temporarily become another person, and even magic cannot be effectively discerned during the effect of the medicine, there are still some flaws, especially when the compound decoction is not so perfect." Silver spoke eloquently.

"You must have some orange powder mixed in with the amphora leaf powder, don't you think you have a strange smell on you?"

Harry became a little flustered and glanced at Krum.

Krum stared at Harry with a grim face, "You stupid rat, the master will settle accounts with you later."

Harry shuddered.

"All right, Jack. Silver, no more tricks, hand over your wand and throw it over. Krum gestured.

Silver hesitated for a moment, then tossed his wand over.

"It's a good wand, isn't it?" Krum scrutinized Silver's wand, "But alas, this wand has been a hindrance to my master. ”

Krum broke Silver's wand in two. "That's all it takes." He said, "If you can satisfy my master later, you'll have a better wand, if not—"

"Then I don't need it, do I?"

Silver walked towards Harry, who was holding Fleur hostage, and Harry pulled Fleur back a few steps.

"Alright, Wormtail, I don't have a wand on me now, and you're afraid of what I'm going to do."

"Harry" took a few steps back, "Y-how do you know-"

"Your companion told me - stupid rat, you are indeed a good description, wormtail." Silver had to stop, his nervous Wormtail nearly poking his wand through Fleur's skin.

"Now, where do you want to take me?"

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"Is it interesting for you to walk around the maze like this? It takes so long to find a portkey. Silver grumbled.

"Shut up." Wormtail said viciously—along the way, "Krum" had him charge ahead to deal with the dangerous magical creatures that Hagrid had brought from the Forbidden Forest, and he had slowly recovered his true face because he had not continued to take the Polyjuice Potion. However, "Krum" apparently does not want to reveal his identity for the time being. Still drinking the polyjuice decoction, he kept the appearance of Krum.

"Alright, here we go." "Krum" came to a fork in the road - the Triumph Cup shimmered seductively on the base a hundred meters away.

"Finally able to get out of this damn place, that stupid big guy really caused us a lot of trouble." Wormtail looked relieved, too.

But the voice from the left made him change his face.

A huge spider rushed towards him.

A flash of green light flashed, and the monster seemed to lose its strength and fell, apparently dead.

"Krum" withdrew his wand, "Keep going, we're going to get the trophy." ”

"When I count to three, let's put my hands on the trophy together, if anyone hasn't put it down." Krum waved his wand and pointed at the giant spider that had died so mightily. "His end up is to fall in love with the giant spider."

"Do as they say, Fleur, and hold on to me in a minute." Silver whispered in Fleur's ear. ”

"One-two-three-"

All four reached out at the same time and grabbed one of the trophies.

Their feet were lifted off the ground, and the trophy dragged them forward in the midst of the howling wind and swirling colors.

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After some time, Silver felt his feet hit the ground, his legs went limp, he fell to the ground, and his hand finally let go of the Triple. He looked up.

"Where are we?" Fleur asked.

Silver shook his head. He stood up. The two looked around.

It was completely out of Hogwarts, and they had apparently flown miles—maybe hundreds, for even the mountains around the castle were gone. Standing on a dark, overgrown cemetery, they could see the black outline of a chapel behind a tall yew tree on the right. On the left is a hill. Silver could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

Fleur looked down at the Triumph Cup. Then looked at Silver. "It's so strange today, we've been kidnapped here, and what about the other two people who held us hostage?"

"I don't know, but Fleur. Pull out your wand and bring the trophy, I have a feeling that something less interesting will happen soon. ”

Silver looked at the surrounding cemetery. It was eerie and silent.

They squinted nervously at the darkness as a figure approached them step by step between the graves. Silver couldn't make out the man's face, but judging by his gait and the posture of his arms, it seemed like he was holding something. He was tall and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face. A few steps closer—the distance between them was shrinking, and Silver could see that the man was holding something like a baby—or just a bag of clothes?

Silver's wand lowered a bit. He looked at Fleur, who gave him a questioning glance. The two of them turned their heads back to stare at the approaching figure.

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only six feet from them. In that moment, Silver stared at the tall figure.

"Jack. Silver, I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time. A cold voice came. Maybe you'd like to meet your dear classmate, the boy who never died, Harry. Porter? ”

The grim voice let out a shrill laugh, "Look at the cemetery on your left, the boy who didn't die has been waiting for you here for days, and he misses you too, Jack the little genius of magic. Silver ......" (To be continued......