At this time, outside the labyrinth, a silver rope tied a figure, it was the smiling Moody, his wooden prosthetic leg had been broken, and the blue magic eye was spinning wildly in the eye sockets, but he was still laughing and drooling, flowing out of his mouth, like a nervous patient with a sheep epileptic seizure. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Dumbledore, Lady Maxime, Karkaroff, Cornelius Fudge, Hagrid, and even Amelia were all gathered around to watch the crazy Moody.

Amelia frowned and looked at the mentally abnormal person in front of her: "He's not Moody. ”

There was a cold anger on Dumbledore's face that had been fooled: "Of course he's not Moody. ”

Dumbledore's wand touched Moody's chest a little: "The original form is now!" ”

The frenzied Moody's face changed, the scars faded, the skin smoothed, and the mutilated nose grew and shrunk. The long gray hair is shortening and turning a yellowish color.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and the wooden leg fell to the side, and a real leg grew. Then, the enchanted eyeball popped out of its socket, and a real eye took its place.

The magic eyes rolled on the grass, still dripping and spinning.

At this time, they were greeted by a pale-skinned, slightly freckled, light-yellow man with messy hair.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Amelia covered her mouth, her eyes flashing with angry rage.

At that time, she had just graduated from school and participated in the trial of Barty Crouch Jr. as a clerk, and she certainly did not forget this Crouch child.

Amelia has a deep-seated hatred for all Death Eaters, one of her two older brothers was killed by Death Eaters, and the Bones family will always be at odds with the Death Eaters.

Cornelius Fudge looked at the figure in front of him with a gloomy face, and even a little fear flashed in this gloom, as if he was approaching a reality that he never wanted to see.

His lips trembled, "I asked the Aurors to call the Dementors, this criminal must not be spared if he escaped from Azkaban!" ”

He muttered that he wanted to get out of here.

Dumbledore grabbed Fudge's arm with a thin hand, a sharp look in his eyes.

"No, we need to figure out what's going on. Hagrid, tell Severus to fetch a vial of Truth Elixir. ”

Seeing Dumbledore's eyes, Fudge shrunk his neck, not daring to speak.

Hagrid strode toward the audience, an awkward silence swirling through it.

Madame Maxim looked at the inexplicable conversation, a little incomprehensible, and she interjected: "What did you just say? What little Barty, this person took a polyjuice decoction instead of Professor Moody, what is his identity? ”

"Death Eaters." Amelia spat out the word.

Karkarov's face couldn't help but turn a little pale, he just wanted to run away at this time, he thought of Siberia, the hinterland of Russia, he wanted to go to India, the land of chaos, anyway, he couldn't stay here, he couldn't stay in Europe.

At that time, he offered many Death Eaters to save his life, and if Voldemort was resurrected, then he would definitely die.

At that time, Durmstrang joined because there was a more powerful wizarding world in the legend who was protecting the school, but that person was gone.

Madame Maxim's face was very ugly, and of course she knew what a Death Eater was.

At that time, Voldemort was making waves in England, and France, which was very close, of course suffered greatly from it, and many people died.

"How did the Death Eaters get into the ranks of the Hogwarts professors, and how did you get there!" Madame Maxim's face turned pale.

Dumbledore didn't speak, his vigilance had actually been high, but Moody was his very good friend and had been on the front lines of the fight against the dark arts, how could he have thought that he would be replaced.

Many terrible facts slowly unfolded in his mind, why Barty Crouch Sr. suddenly disappeared, why Bertha disappeared in Albania, and even why Harry Potter's name appeared in the Goblet of Fire!

A terrible black lightning blasted in his mind!

"Quick, stop the game!" Dumbledore yelled.

"Why?!" Lady Maxime objected, "Now only we Beauxbatons and you Hogwarts are left, and the Death Eaters have been caught......"

Dumbledore's face was gloomy: "The trophy was put into the maze in advance by the fake Moody, there is a problem with the trophy, stop the game quickly!" ”

He wanted to fly in and organize the game, but he wouldn't.

This competition can only come out if the winner gets the trophy and the wall will disappear.

"Let's go! Go get your broomsticks, and we'll get in there right now to stop the game! Dumbledore walked briskly towards Madame Hooch in the audience.

He was anxious and faintly felt very bad, but there was no way!

He couldn't remember the existence of a specific broomstick, and there was no way to use the Flying Charm.

He seemed to be back to that terrible day decades ago, when he was just as incompetent.

……

In the labyrinth, the fallen Fleur had a look of despair in her eyes.

The huge spider lunged at her, its pincers held high as if it were about to break her neck.

She struggled to retrieve her wand, but it rolled too far.

At this time, a figure of a person couldn't help but appear in her mind.

"Yong......" she shed a tear of despair: "Where have you been......"

"Avada suo!" A green spell shot out of the void and struck the spider, which rolled over, pincers curling up—dead.

A figure emerged from the void.

"Yong!" Fleur exclaimed in surprise.

"Wang Yong? Wang Yong is here? Harry heard Fleur's cry and thought in horror as he ran forward as fast as he could.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters! He's getting closer to the trophy.

He laughed wildly: "Hahaha! Wang Yong, you are a step too late after all! ”

He grabbed the trophy, but a figure suddenly appeared in the void in front of him, and his hand touched the trophy as well.

"No!" Harry roared.

At this moment, Harry suddenly felt as if the back of his navel had been ripped off. 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.

In this swirling color, he saw Wang Yong smiling and disappearing again in this swirling color.

……

Harry 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.

At this time, Wang Yong, who was holding the other side of the trophy, had disappeared.

"Wang Yong?" Harry looked around at the darkness around him, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, although he had a very bad sense of Wang Yong in his heart, but at this moment he thought that Wang Yong was next to him, and his powerful magic power could undoubtedly give him a huge sense of security.

But there was still silence all around, and no one answered. He felt that Wang Yong must be watching him in some strange space.

"Where is this?" He muttered to himself, he felt as if he had entered a great puzzle at this time, and he was even more confused than he had just been in the labyrinth of Hogwarts.

He stood up and looked around, it was completely out of Hogwarts, and he had clearly 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.

Harry looked down at the Triwizard trophy on the ground, which he had seen at the previous Quidditch World Cup, and it was clearly a portkey.

He looked at the cemetery, and there was eerie, silence all around, was that part of the game? He wondered in his heart.

He drew his wand and couldn't stop scanning his surroundings.

He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching him.

He was almost sure that this was definitely not part of the competition, and if it was, Wang Yong's slippery head would definitely not show him such a mysterious smile and disappear.

Suddenly, in the darkness, a figure walked towards them step by step between the graves. Harry couldn't make out the man's face, but from his gait and the position of his arms, he looked like he was holding something.

She was slender and tall, her face completely covered by her cloak, and she took a few steps closer - the distance between them was shrinking, and Harry could see that the man was holding something like a baby - or just a bag of clothes?

Harry's wand lowered a little. He stared solemnly at the approaching figure.

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only six feet from them. For a split second, Harry stared at the figure.

Suddenly, Harry's scar was in sharp pain. He had never felt such intense pain in his life. The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, and his legs bent to the ground, and he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head felt like it was about to burst.

He was on his knees, almost vomiting with a headache, barely able to control his body.

The tall woman in the cloak had laid down her baggage, lit her wand, and was dragging Harry towards the marble tombstone. Before being pushed over and slammed into the tombstone by the back, Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand.

Tom Riddle

The woman in the cloak magically conjured a rope to tie Harry tightly to the tombstone, from neck to ankle. Harry heard rapid, slight breathing coming from inside his hood.

He struggled hard, and as soon as the woman shook her wand, she found that she could not move, and her whole body seemed to be frozen.

She had finished tying the rope and was busy checking whether the tie was tight.

Her cold fingers were checking the knots one by one, as if they were being tied one by one, steady and calm.

When it was certain that Harry was sturdy and unable to move, the woman pulled a piece of black from her cloak and rudely shoved it into Harry's mouth. Then, without saying a word, she hurried away.

The woman's face flickered, and Harry could see it very clearly—it was......

Harry remembered the news he had seen during the summer holidays about the Death Eaters who had escaped from Azkaban.

"Bella......" he couldn't remember the name.

He couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, only what was right in front of him.

The Triumph Cup sparkles in the starlight. Harry's wand was tossed aside. Harry guessed that the baby's baggage was nearby, under the grave.

It seems restless. Harry stared at it, his scar aching hotly...... He suddenly realized that he didn't want to see what was in his baggage...... He didn't want that baggage to open.

He heard a sound at his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a large snake swimming in the grass, circling around his tombstone.

It rang again, and he seemed to be pushing something heavy. Then he came into Harry's line of sight, and Bellatrix pushed a stone crucible underneath the grave. The cauldron seemed to be filled with water - Harry heard the splash. The cauldron was larger than all the cauldrons Ha had ever used, and could accommodate an adult to sit in it.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free.

Bellatrix used her wand to make dots at the base of the cauldron.

While whispering comforting in a soft voice: "Master, it's almost ...... It's almost ......"

Suddenly, a crackling fire burst out from under the cauldron. The serpent swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted, as if it were burning.

The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of Bellatrix, who was watching the flames, became blurred. The burden moved more urgently. Harry heard the sharp, cold voice again.

"Quick!"

Now the entire surface of the water is sparkling, as if it is adorned with diamonds.

"It's burned, master."

"Now......" said the grim voice.

Bella pulled the burden off the floor, revealing what's inside. Harry let out a scream, but was smothered by something stuffing in his mouth.

It was as if Bellatrix jerked open a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing - no, it was a hundred times more terrible than that.

Bellatrix had brought something that looked like a curled up baby, but Harry had never seen anything more like a baby.

It had no hair, and its body seemed to have scales, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face—no living child has such a face—was a flattened serpent's face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, and it raised its thin arm and wrapped its arms around Bellatrix's neck.

Bellatrix held it in her hands. Lestrage's hood fell, and Harry saw a sense of pity on her pale face, tormented by Azkaban's life, in the firelight.

She carried the thing to the edge of the cauldron, and for a moment Harry saw the splash of water on the potion's surface illuminate the evil flat face. Bellatrix put the thing in the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank. Harry heard the soft sound of its limp body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

Let it drown, Harry thought, his scar burning almost unbearable, please...... Let it drown......

Bellatrix raised her wand, closed her eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!" ”

The grave cracked open at Harry's feet, and Harry watched to his horror see a puff of dust rise into the air at Bellatrix's call and fall gently into the cauldron. The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, which at first glance was poisonous.