Harry was also striding forward, occasionally using the Orientation Charm to make sure he was in the right direction. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoNow it's a battle between him and Cedric and Duten. The others have been largely eliminated, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has won the Triwizard Tournament.

At the same time, his desire to win the trophy was stronger than ever, but he couldn't believe Krum could do something like that. Moody had told them that using the Unforgivable Curse on a person would mean life imprisonment in Azkaban. Is Krum so desperate to get the Final Three...... Harry quickened his pace.

He finds himself always walking into a dead end, but the growing darkness convinces him that he is approaching the center of the labyrinth. Then, as he walked down a long, straight path, he noticed movement again, and the light of his wand shone on an extremely strange monster that he had only seen in the Yokai Book of the Yokai. It's the Sphinx. Its body resembles a frighteningly large lion: huge claws, a long yellow tail, and a tuft of hair at the tip of the tail. But it had a woman's head. As Harry approached, she turned her long almond eyes to him. He raised his wand, hesitating. She didn't crouch down to pounce, but just walked around to block his path. Then she spoke, her voice low and hoarse.

"You're pretty close to your goal. The quickest way is to go through me. ”

"That'...... Could you please let me go? Harry said he knew what the answer was.

"No," she continued, "unless you can answer my riddle." If you guess right once - I'll let you pass. If I didn't guess - I'd pounce. If you don't answer, I'll let you go away and don't hurt you. ”

Harry's heart sank a little. It's Hermione's forte, but it's not his. He weighed it, if the riddle was too difficult, he could not answer it, the Sphinx would not hurt him, and he could find another way to the center of the maze.

"Okay," he said, and it was clearly a level he had to pass, and there was no way to beat it.

……

While Harry was guessing the riddle, Duten approached the Goblet of Fire. He didn't encounter any trouble along the way, and he passed several battles easily, and casually defeated the monsters that stood in his way, and the whole process was easy and freehand.

After walking around a corner, Du Teng's vision widened, and he saw at a glance the Trinity Cup, which was placed on a pedestal a hundred meters away, shining seductively.

Looking at the top three cups, he turned his head to look in other directions. His eyes could see the flow of magic, so he saw Harry, not far away. I also saw Cedric, and I was almost about to rush out.

In the original book, Cedric died, and Cup Avada was killed directly, and there was no room for salvation. This time, will you still let him go? If he had been allowed to go with him, would he have been killed? Duten might be able to save him, but after thinking about it, Duten decided that Cedric would be blind to it.

So he raised his wand and tapped it lightly into the distance.

"Thorny."

In the next second, the bushes on both sides of the road grew rapidly, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, a wall grew in just three or four breaths, exactly the same as the wall of the maze, and there was no difference at all.

And in Du Teng's sight, the next second the wall grew, Cedric turned around, he saw that it was a dead end, and without thinking about it, he turned around and ran in other directions, missing the only chance to see the Triumph Cup.

But if you stop Cedric, you can't stop Harry, and the two are only one step away from each other in the original book. And Duten is not ready to stop Harry, although he wants to change the plot, but at the same time he has to promote the development of the plot, if the plot can't be developed, how can it be changed?

So he was ready to let Harry come over in the first place, but he replaced Cedric.

Sure enough, as soon as Duten put away his wand in a daze, Harry appeared, along with Harry, and the long-hidden spider.

"Faint!" Harry shouted, the spell striking the spider's massive, black, hairy body, but it looked like a stone was thrown at it. The spider twitched, then quickly turned and charged at Harry.

"Faint! There are many obstacles! Faint! ”

It didn't work.

Maybe the spider was too big, or maybe its magic was too strong for the spell to work on it, but it only angered it even more. Harry was horrified to see eight flashing black eyes and sharp pincers, and the spider had pounced on him. The spider lifted him into the air with his front legs, and he struggled desperately. He tried to kick it with his foot, and his leg touched its pincers, and immediately there was a piercing pain.

"All petrochemicals!"

Du Teng made a move, and in just one stroke, he petrified the whole spider. Of course, his strength is not comparable to Harry's, and that powerful magic power is too easy to deal with a spider.

"Harry." Duten walked over to Harry, "Are you alright?" ”

"Nope." Harry shouted out of breath. He looked down at his leg, which was bleeding profusely. There was something sticky on the torn robe, secreted from the spider's pincers. He tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't support the weight of his body. He leaned against the hedge, gasping for air, and looked around. Du Ten stood right in front of him, the trophy flashing behind Du Teng.

"Take it," Harry gasped to Cedric, "take it, you've already won." ”

Duten didn't move. He stood there looking at Harry, then looked back at the trophy. Duten looked back at Harry, who was barely standing up against the hedge. Then, Du Teng suddenly laughed

"Let's do it together."

"What?"

"If two people take it at the same time, it's still Hogwarts that wins. We are tied for the championship. ”

Du Teng said with a smile.

"We're the youngest in this game, and maybe I'm a step faster, but aren't you here too? We're going to show them that being young doesn't mean anything, we beat everybody and we won the championship. And most importantly...... Aren't we friends? ”

"Of course," said Harry, "of course...... Of course we are friends, but ......"

"No, listen to me, Harry, let's win the championship together."

He grabbed Harry's arm and dragged Harry as he limped towards the trophy. Harry struggled to refuse, but the wound in his leg made it impossible for him to use his strength. And when Harry's eyes moved to the trophy, in the light of the trophy, he couldn't help but think in a trance, 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...... Then the hallucinations vanished, and he saw Duten's determined face in the dimness.

"Yes, we're friends."

He decided to accept Du Teng's kindness, although there was a suspicion of cheating, but Du Teng's words made sense, and it did him a lot of good.

Walking up to the trophy, the two looked at each other, then each raised their hands above a shiny handle.

"Count to three, okay?" Duten said, "--two-three-"

He and Harry grabbed a handle.

But in the next second, the two of them felt as if the back of their navel had been pulled. Then his feet left the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the triumph, which dragged them forward with the whistling wind and swirling colors.

I don't know how long it took for the two to feel their feet hit the ground. Harry's injured leg went limp, he fell to the ground, and his hand finally let go of the Triple-Force.

"Where are we?" He asked.

"I don't know."

Du Ten shook his head.

He stood up and pulled Harry to his feet, and 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. Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

Duten looked down at the Triwizard Cup, then looked up at Harry.

"Did anyone tell you the trophy was a portkey?" He asked.

"Nope." Harry said. He looked at the cemetery, and there was eerie silence around him. "Is this part of the game?"

"I don't know." Du Teng shook his head, "Let's pull out the wand, something is wrong." ”

"Okay." Harry nodded hurriedly, and drew his wand as well.

"Someone's coming." In the next second, Du Teng suddenly spoke.

They squinted their eyes at the darkness, and a figure walked towards them step by step between the graves. The man's face was not clear from this position, but judging by his gait and the posture of his arms, it seemed that the man was holding something. He was of small stature and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face. A few steps closer - the distance between them was shrinking, and it was only then that the man was holding something like a baby - or was it just a bag of clothes?

Harry's wand lowered a little. He looked at Duten, who had kept his wand down, ignoring Harry.

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only six feet from them. For a split second, Duten and Harry stared at the diminutive 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, his hands covering his face, his legs bent to the ground, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

He heard someone in the distance above him say in a loud and cold voice, "Get out of the way." ”

There was a whoosh, followed by a shrill shout that pierced the night sky.

"Avada suo!"

"Dreaming!"

The shouts filled Harry's ears, and he looked up with difficulty, only to see that Duten was already standing in front of him for some reason, and with his own strength, he was able to block the stormy attack on the other side.

"How is that possible!"

"Who is he?"

"Why? Why can he stop our magic! ”

"Kill him, you can't let him go back alive!"

The screams rang out, and the roar of the spell almost covered the entire world.

"You are so bold enough that you dare to do even the Triwizard Tournament!"

Du Teng roared angrily, and with a violent wave of the wand in his hand, he created a huge movement on the ground in front of him, and the rocks churned up, roaring into the distance like missiles.

But at this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of Harry, and before Harry could react, he swiped lightly on his arm. In the pain, a piece of flesh from Harry's arm was cut off, and there was a lot of blood with it.

"Ah, my arm! Yes! ”

Harry cried out in pain.

Duten quickly turned his head, and when he saw the terrible condition of Harry's arm, he used his wand to stop the bleeding from the wound.

This momentary distraction made the other side launch a counterattack again, he frowned, reached out to pick up Harry, and flew out of a distance of dozens of meters.

The two sides stopped for the time being.

Then a large snake snaked across the grass, circling around a tombstone. When Duten took a closer look, the tombstone was engraved with the words "Tom Riddle". There was a whirring gasp, and a stone cauldron was pushed underneath the tomb. The crucible seemed to be filled with water - splashing could be heard from hundreds of meters away. The cauldron was larger than all Hogwarts cauldrons and could accommodate an adult to sit in.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free. The figure with the burden was busy scratching the base of the crucible with his wand. Suddenly, a crackling flame burst out under the method. 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 vapor was getting thicker and thicker, and even the cauldron was blurred. At the same time, the burden moved even more, and the sharp, cold voice remembered 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.

The figure ripped open the burden on the ground, revealing what was inside, causing Duten, who had been watching from a distance, to frown, and Harry to exclaim.

It was like slamming over a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless and ugly thing - no, it was a hundred times more terrible than that. It looked like a curled up baby, but it never looked 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 it had a face that did not look like a living person, but more like a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, and it raised its thin arm around the black shadow's neck. The shadow carried it to the edge of the cauldron, and sparks dancing on the potion's surface illuminated the evil flat face. Then the figure lowered the thing into the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank. Standing in Du Teng's position, he could even hear the soft sound of his limp body touching the bottom of the crucible.

That's right, this monster-like thing is none other than the famous Dark Lord - Lord Voldemort! (To be continued.) )