"This is a memory that Harry just gave me, Alan, you might as well take a look. Dumbledore put the memories he had just received from Harry into the churning meditation basin.

Alan didn't refuse, although he had already heard Harry tell it, it was better to see nature with his own eyes.

When Alan came out of the meditation basin, Dumbledore was pacing around the meditation basin when he saw Alan, and he stopped.

"Why did Harry and Voldemort get in touch, and what do you think about that?" Dumbledore asked.

"Obviously, it's not just a nightmare, it's just that a nightmare doesn't cause Harry's scars. Alan sat back in his chair, carefully worded.

"You're right. Dumbledore whispered, sitting back down at his desk, "That's no ordinary scar. The unsuccessful spell had bound Harry to him. I have a little idea, but I'd love to hear from you. ”

Alan gathered his thoughts, "I only have one guess, just speculation...... I've seen descriptions of Horcruxes before, and judging by Voldemort's state himself, and this connection between him and Harry, I suspect that he made Harry into one of his Horcruxes. ”

For a while, neither of them spoke. Dumbledore stared ahead, and from time to time he used the tip of his wand to pull a silver thought from his temple and place it in the churning meditation basin.

"Dumbledore, you've put that book away since Tom Riddle, but this student still knows so much about how to make Horcruxes, aren't you worried that he'll be next?" a slightly sly voice rang out.

"Thank you for the reminder, Phineas. Dumbledore stared at Alan with a serious face, and Eren looked back calmly, "I think Eren should understand the harm of splitting souls. ”

The two were silent again, and Dumbledore took out some thoughts from time to time.

"The last game was his last chance. Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Mr. Bagman once said that the Warriors would not be left empty-handed, so what is that reward?" asked Allen.

"This is the latest rule negotiated by the organizing committee, but it has not yet been finalized. It's just that those pure-blood families donated an additional six medals of different materials to put in the maze as a reward for the warriors. Dumbledore's light blue eyes looked at the swirling silver-white substance in the meditation basin, and with a flick of his wand, six medals appeared above the meditation basin.

Alan looked at them with interest, "I think Voldemort's most likely way to do this is to make this medal into a portkey, so that if Harry touches it, he will be teleported to where they want him to go." The pure-bloods who were the first to propose were the most suspicious and required constant attention, as they were most likely instructed by Voldemort. ”

"It shouldn't be the winner's medal. Dumbledore looked at Alan through the meditation basin with a peculiarly penetrating gaze, "With the current rankings, and the strength you've shown, they should be able to expect that Harry can't be number one." Then they should try to keep him in contention for second or third place. ”

"Now that we have a clue, it's better for us to pretend that we don't know what he does. Alan took out a communication medal on his H94 uniform from the pocket of his robe, "This medal can be located and communicated, and I will also give Harry one, but not now, Harry has not learned Occlumency, and it is easy to be discovered." I'll give it to him before the game. ”

A box of brightly colored candies flew in front of Allen, "Cool sour fruit, it will make you experience a different kind of stimulation." Dumbledore winked mischievously.

However, Alan didn't reach for it, he remembered that Ron had burned a hole in his tongue from eating a cool sour fruit, and Alan didn't want to taste such a thrilling taste.

In Dumbledore's habit, taking out food to find a young wizard often meant that the face was up to it, and Alan knew it was time for him to go. He stood up and took his leave, and Dumbledore stood up as well.

"Ellen, do you know where the eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest have gone?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"Did you teach Harry Potter that ancient magic to protect Harry Potter before they had an accident?"

As we enter June, the atmosphere in the castle becomes tense and exciting again. Everyone is looking forward to the final competition, which will be held the week before the holidays.

Harry practiced spells whenever he had time. He felt more confident than the previous two times. Although the match was certainly a tough one, this time he was given advance notice and a chance to do some preparation.

Professor McGonagall always bumped into Harry practicing around the school, so she allowed him to use the Transfiguration classroom at lunchtime. Harry quickly mastered the Obstacle Charm, which deterred attackers, the Smashing Charm, which blew up solid obstacles, and the Orientation Charm, which Hermione spotted and gave him, which pointed his wand at due north, so he could tell if he was in the right direction in the labyrinth. But he hadn't fully mastered the Iron Armor Charm, which could temporarily form an invisible wall around him, but Hermione cleverly cast a soft-legged charm to break it. Harry limped around the room for ten minutes before she found the spell breaker.

Not only him, but all the warriors were studying all kinds of combat and way-type spells, except for Alan, who was immersed in studying the curse of the devil after checking the spells of the ancient Milos region in the tower collection for a while.

This even sparked enthusiasm for learning spells throughout Hogwarts, and Professor Flitwick was surrounded by studious young wizards every time he left class, but the good-natured professor clearly enjoyed it, and he took the trouble to explain the magic staff and pronunciation techniques, rejoicing in the progress of the young wizards.

On the day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively. A screaming owl brought Hermione the morning issue of the Daily Prophet as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice on the paper.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, staring at her.

"Nothing. Hermione hurriedly tried to hide the newspaper.

"Wrote about me, didn't you?" asked Harry.

But before Harry could ask for the newspaper, Seamus, who was sitting with Ron at the same table, screamed.

Seeing Harry looking at him, he said uncomfortably, "The newspaper is right, you do know how to speak in a parseltongue, and your scars do hurt so much that you faint." ”

"But Harry isn't insane, we're in a dorm room, and people are talking nonsense, don't you know?" Ron next to him retorted with a sneer.

Harry held out his hand to Seamus, who handed him the newspaper.

As soon as Harry opened it, he saw his photo, and the caption on it stood out:

Harry Potter

- Upset and emotionally dangerous

The boy who defeated the mystery man is emotionally volatile and can be dangerous, reports guest correspondent Rita Skeeter. Recently, there has been astonishing evidence of Harry Potter's strange behavior, raising doubts about his suitability to compete in a difficult competition such as the Triwizard Tournament, or even to attend Hogwarts......

"Harry, this is nonsense, you have to post it today! Hermione persuaded worriedly.

"It's okay, I'll get through it. Harry folded the newspaper and said lightly.

Professor McGonagall walked towards them along Gryffindor's table.

"Potter, the warriors have finished breakfast and gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium. She said.

"But the game just started in the evening!" Harry thought he had misremembered the time as he accidentally spilled the scrambled eggs on his body.

"I know, Potter," Professor McGonagall said, "that relatives of the Warriors have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet them. ”

She walked away. Harry quickly swallowed the food in his hand.