The golden Triwizard Tournament trophy has an alluring sheen on the ground.

Augustus was only one step away from the trophy, and if he gently stretched out his hand, he could obtain the supreme honor in the eyes of others, but Augustus only frowned and watched, without the slightest movement.

"Doorkey? When will the trophy still have such a function," Augustus touched his chin and said to himself, "Could it be that it will be passed to the next place to continue to clear the level, but what about other warriors, this is obviously unreasonable." ”

Stretching out his wand, he did a slight prophecy spell for trajectory detection, and the result was vague, showing that the location was still in the United Kingdom, but it was quite far from here.

"Could it be April Fool's Day and this contest just a joke? No way, what went wrong? Augustus's silver pupils were thoughtful, for a mage, the unknown is definitely the most dangerous, if nothing is clear, just make a rash move, this kind of person will not survive the apprenticeship stage.

"It's finally here!" A strange voice rang out behind Augustus, who turned and Krum ran towards him panting.

Augustus nodded to Krum, "Good evening." ”

Krum smiled calmly, "Mr. Augustus, I'm here to inform you, don't touch that trophy, I just learned that the trophy placed by the referee team was accidentally attached to a portkey teleportation magic, and now the game has been temporarily suspended, and the official decision is to restart the game the day after tomorrow." ”

Augustus bowed slightly, "You came in time, and I just discovered the abnormality of this trophy." ”

Turning around and continuing to look at the golden trophy, Augustus said nonchalantly, "So, the referee team should notify the participating warriors through magic amplification?" There is no movement yet. ”

Krum approached Augustus slightly, and about a foot away, stopped, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Don't worry, wait a little longer, there will be results." ”

"Avada suo!" A green light shone out, and within a few distances, the green light that pierced the night struck the black robes behind Augustus.

"Hehe, young genius, the inheritor of the ancient family, what can I do, the last is not buried in my hands, the scum of the rotten aristocracy, this world will be reformed and renewed after all." With one blow, a deep smile filled Krum's eyes.

"You're a little naïve." Augustus sighed slightly, and slowly turned around in Krum's incredulous eyes. "The Imperius Curse is so obvious that if I can't see it, maybe my enemies will wake up laughing from their dreams."

The expression on Krum's face gradually faded away, he raised his wand and released a blue smog behind the dark labyrinth, and he directly escaped control and fainted.

Augustus touched Krum, who had fallen to the ground, with his wand, and a white six-pointed star appeared around Krum, pronouncing the phrase slightly, and the light of the six-pointed star shone brightly, and the next moment, in mid-air, Barty Crouch's letters flashed in the air.

Traceable Returns, a fourth-level occult science used to detect the caster of a spell on the body of the spell being cast.

Looking at the flashing letters in the air, Augustus clasped his hands, with a complicated look in his eyes, so it seems that everything that happened tonight, and even Harry's name was thrown into the Goblet of Fire, all this is not a coincidence, step by step to the present, I have to say, scheming.

was considering whether to send a signal for Dumbledore and a few people to come over, and in the afterglow, a thin figure was unconsciously only a few steps away from the trophy.

"Wait!" Augustus shouted at Potter, "There's something wrong with that trophy!" ”

Harry's gaze shifted to the trophy. In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself holding it out of the labyrinth. He held the cup aloft in the air, and the cheers of the crowd were in his ears; He saw that Qiu's face was filled with admiration, and it was clearer than ever......

There is a problem, the ghost believes it, after today, Qiu Hui will know that I am the real warrior of Hogwarts, the so-called nobles, go to death! Before Augustus raised his wand, Harry reached out and gripped the Triwizard trophy tightly.

Harry felt as if he had been pulled behind his navel. His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the Triumph Cup, which dragged him forward between the whistling wind and the swirling colors.

A rare hint of anger appeared on Augustus's face, and his carelessness actually led things to develop in an irreversible direction, but fortunately he had done some tricks on the Triwizard Cup before.

With a flick of the wand, his body gradually became transparent, and the next moment, a breeze hit, Augustus stepped on the void, and gradually rose to the sky, above the indigo sky, a huge tower in the clouds stood out of thin air, floated into the tower, and sent several commands to the central console, and the huge Ziyao tower in the clouds started, driving at full speed in a certain direction in the United Kingdom.

Somewhere in the suburbs of England, Yang Fan and the five of them rode with all their might in five white unicorns. "The mission tip just released, to protect Harry back to Hogwarts, if you only talk about the development of the plot, Harry will definitely be able to return safely, now that the mission is like this, it is obvious that the variable lies in the Nordic team that joined Voldemort's camp, this mission is a matter of life and death, I hope you will do your best." Yang Fan had a worried look on his face, this time, not only to face Voldemort, the world-level boss, but also to confront the legendary Nordics who are stronger than the demon squad, it is really unpredictable, joining Dumbledore's camp is really the biggest failure ever, if it was the neutral camp Augustus that was chosen, I am afraid that you can survive this world by playing soy sauce casually, but unfortunately, the main god space has never regretted selling medicine.

Harry felt his feet hit the ground, his injured leg went limp, and he fell to the ground, his hand finally letting go of the Triple. He looked up.

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

A short, cloaked man walked slowly with a package, and beside him stood three people in elaborate costumes. The short man put the package down, drew his wand, and a loop of rope appeared out of thin air, easily binding Harry.

A look of fear appeared on Potter's face, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his voice trembled, "Where is this?" Who are you? ”

A grotesque sneer came from the short man's mouth, "Welcome to Hell." ”