In the audience, the students frantically discussed who would win the final competition.

Although Hermione is the first and has countless fans, the students of each house will support their own warriors.

At least, verbally.

The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were even more desperate to support their warriors, and their voices were hoarse.

Four colleges, three schools...... The students were arguing loudly.

The intensity was as if it was not a triwizard tournament, but an election in the United States.

One will turn blue, one will turn red, limit the turn and turn again, enjoyable!

William didn't participate in this kind of quarrel, he looked at the two-way mirror in his hand, and Hermione still had one on her.

In this way, she can broadcast the whole process, as if it were live.

William, Anne, and Gabrielle are all shouting 666 at her.

The two-way mirror was from Anne and the other was borrowed from Dumbledore. This is the Christmas present that the principal gave to Anne many years ago.

However, watching the game like this, how can you go in and watch the game enjoyable.

William couldn't help but want to apply and enter the maze as a level, specifically guarding the trophy.

Stark: Patronus!

Only those who can pass his level can win the championship.

Four rangers, along with Ludo, were stationed in different areas.

If there is a spark in the area you are responsible for, you will go in and rescue the students.

As the race progressed, red sparks kept appearing in the sky.

Madam Pomfrey held various medicine bottles and treated the injuries of the rescued students.

A student who was bitten on the ass by a swallowtail dog needed to be administered rabies medicine immediately.

A ghoul stalks a Beauxbatons witch and barks incessantly over her head.

The worst is Durmstrang's Polyaco.

He poked a hornet's nest, was stung by Billy Wigg worm dozens of stitches, and his whole face couldn't be seen, and he became a veritable Zhang Mazi.

Anyone who is stung by a Billy Wig worm will feel dizzy and then float up in a flickering way.

This collateral effect is like drinking Vita lemon tea.

So Poliaco was cool, floating in the air, and couldn't come up for half a day.

"Don't touch me, I can still pierce ...... I'm a champion! He yelled.

"Another crazy one." Madam Pomfrey shook her head with a slurr.

A flame slammed out, representing another warrior abstaining.

The difference is that this time it is three consecutive shots, which means ...... Vital.

Professor McGonagall rushed in.

The students all stood up, trying to see who the unlucky ones were this time...... It's the only pleasure they don't see in the concrete game.

Professor McGonagall had been in for a long time, though, and it took a full five minutes for her to come out.

Shockingly, it was ...... who came out first. Cedric!

There was an uproar among the students, especially the Hufflepuff students.

Cedric is the only hope for the badgers, how could he fail?!

Professor McGonagall walked out of the maze grimacingly, her hands shaking, as if she were holding back her tears.

On her side, there was also a stretcher floating on which lay a small wizard.

All the people stood up to see who was lying on the stretcher.

"What's wrong?" Professor Sprout, who was not far away, asked aloud. "Cedric, why did you come out so quickly!"

Cedric looked at his dean in distraction, and came over for a long time before he spoke:

Ron...... Ron ......"

"He ......"

"Dead!"

The crowd left their seats and ran towards the arena.

All the referees also got up, and Dumbledore walked briskly.

Cedric crouched on the ground, surrounded by blackened figures, all squeezing towards him.

He saw Minister Fudge's chubby body run by, and even slipped and fell halfway through.

His face was pale and he looked terrified.

"Merlin...... Weasley! He exclaimed, "Dumbledore...... He's dead! ”

The words spread, and the black figure that was squeezing into it spread it to the people around them in horror.

The others shouted—screams echoing through the night sky.

"He's dead!"

"He's dead!"

"Ron Weasley! He's dead! ”

Dumbledore leaned closer, he held the shaking Professor McGonagall, looked at Cedric, and said with a grim face, "Diggory, what's going on?" ”

"Krum...... Crum ......" Cedric hissed and said, "He killed Ron with Avada's life!" ”

"It can't be!" Fudge couldn't believe it. "You see?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Cedric gritted his teeth.

"After he killed Ron, he turned his wand at me. I removed his weapon, and he ran...... I pursued him.

But it was a labyrinth, and after a few turns, he didn't know where to run! ”

Cedric handed Crum's wand over.

Dumbledore raised his wand and docked it with Krum's.

"Flashback Spell!" He whispered.

The unique light of Avada's life came from where the two wands met.

"Disappear!" He whispered again.

The smoke formed by Avada Suo, turned into a wisp of smoke, and vanished.

"Arrest Krum now." Fudge commanded loudly.

"The physical and human evidence is conclusive, immediately enter the labyrinth and arrest him."

"Diggory needs to go to the school hospital!" Madam Pomfrey said.

Dumbledore nodded, and turned his head to look in the direction of Gryffindor's seat.

"Dumbledore, Arthur...... He's coming...... Would you like to tell him first—before he saw the body—" Professor McGonagall whispered.

Mr. Weasley struggled forward through the crowd, and Mrs. Weasley was unconscious, and Bill and Fred were shouting.

Harry froze in place, as if he had been stupid.

"Send the students back to the lounge, all the students, immediately!" Dumbledore commanded.

All the teachers walked towards the auditorium to stop the students from continuing to crowd towards the maze area.

Mr. Weasley finally squeezed in, and he gently hugged Ron's corpse with both hands, and suddenly burst into tears.

Dumbledore's lips twitched, as if he wanted to speak, but he was silent.

At this time, another brilliant firework exploded.

- From the center of the labyrinth.

Everyone looked up.

"The Triwizard Tournament is over, someone has got the trophy......" Lee's voice echoed in the arena, and he said in a deep voice: "The game is finally over......"

Dumbledore's voice was deep, echoing through the arena.

"William, come to me...... I need you! ”

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While everyone else was leaving, Malfoy took his wife Narcissa and rushed towards the labyrinth against the crowd.

Their son Draco is still inside!

Halfway through, Malfoy suddenly clutched his arm and gasped for air.

His face turned pale, and his body began to tremble violently and involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" Narcissa hurriedly helped her husband.

He ...... He...... Dark Lord ...... It's back! Malfoy's face was full of fear.

"What, how is that possible?" Narcissa shuddered.

"He's calling...... We, for the first time in fourteen years. Malfoy's face was desperate.

"What now?"

"Find Draco first, and then you stay at Hogwarts......" Malfoy looked up at the sky, his lips squirming.

Finally silent sound:

"I'll ...... Meet him......"

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"I ...... Can't go see him! "Karkaroff was trembling all over.

On his exposed left arm, the black mark, had turned charred black.

This is Voldemort summoning the Death Eaters back to him.

When the signal is given, all Death Eaters must immediately apparate and appear beside him.

"I'm going to ...... Escaped ......," Karkaroff said in despair. "Severus, let's run together, and we both hide incognito and hide where no one is.

Hiding in the United States, they can still take care of each other. ”

Snape was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said calmly, "You run away...... I'm going to stay at Hogwarts. ”

"Why, why don't you run away? Think you're safe hiding here? Karkaroff asked, "Dumbledore is old!"

He can protect you for a while, but he can't protect you for a lifetime!

The Dark Lord will kill you sooner or later, there is no need to give Dumbledore his life! ”

Snape didn't speak.

Karkarov stomped his feet, stopped talking nonsense, turned and ran.

Snape's dark eyes stared at Karkaroff's back in the distance.

He suddenly muttered, "Lily." ”

Snape's voice was bleak, like ...... It's like those bare sycamores, empty in winter, with only dead branches.

The professor's back was a little awkward, and when he turned again, he regained his expressionless dead face.

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