Chapter 468: The Hero Returns

George looked at the man on the ground and said in a tone of uncertainty, "It seems that it wasn't him who died, he survived, and he has been hiding." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info returned to Hogwarts with Polyjuice Potion this time, and it is likely that he replaced the trophy for the Triwizard Tournament. ”

For all this, he is only guessing, after all, he has long forgotten the plot of Harry Potter. And all along, he never expected to rely on the so-called plot. All his actions are based on the information he knows, rather than relying on those vague memories.

It's not just the butterfly effect, but also that he is an adult, and it is impossible for him to rely on luck and the hand of fate controlled by others.

He summoned a rope that trapped little Barty and lifted his wand before Harry dragged him out of the labyrinth.

At this time, the teachers and students in the stands were already going crazy, they were like prisoners waiting for the verdict, counting down their lives and waiting for the arrangement of fate.

From the explosion and roar at the beginning, to the rooster crow, and finally even the rooster crow, the whole world is silent.

The whole labyrinth is only broken walls, craters and pits, and smoke and dust.

Their eyes were wide open, trying to see something, but they couldn't see anything. They didn't dare to step forward, whether it was the explosion just now, or the gaze of the demonic basilisk, any bit of damage was enough to destroy a wizard, and they didn't even have the qualifications to watch the battle.

They can only wait, they can only pray, wait for the hero's battle, pray for the hero's triumphant return.

The faint red glow of the sky has been dyed gold, and the golden light reflects off the water, and the world has come out of the darkness.

The golden sunlight reflected in the sky, and the world finally lit up.

Warmth, anticipation, Hogwarts teachers and students have a little more peace in their hearts, "Maybe... Maybe...."

The silence at this time is their happiness, as long as they know that Voldemort did not succeed and did not hear his wild laughter, there is still hope in the world, and maybe the worst will not happen.

Facing the golden sunlight, a vague figure appeared in the ruins of the broken wall in the distance, the figure was tall and burly.

"It's George. Ron was bold enough to secretly use a hawkeye spell on himself, and he saw that it was George and Harry and Hermione.

It wasn't until this moment that his clenched fists finally let go, and he realized that he was already stiff and cold.

He had waited here anxiously and waited too long, he had been scared for too long, and this situation was too bad for him. He was supposed to be with his friends, whether they were fighting together or dying together, he was supposed to be standing there, standing by his friends' side.

But very helplessly, no one thought in advance that Voldemort would turn into a basilisk, just like Voldemort didn't think in advance that there was someone besides Dumbledore who could stop him.

The basilisk's death gaze is extremely dangerous, and wizards who have not prepared anti-death props in advance are not even qualified to look at it directly. Ren Ron is full of enthusiasm, but he doesn't have extra anti-death sunglasses.

No matter how unwilling he was, at the time just now, he could only stand aside obediently. Quietly resigned to fate, seeing friends to fight.

With Ron's shout, everyone saw that the golden figures walking in the sky were none other than George Soros, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger.

What else do they seem to be dragging on, is it Voldemort?

The teachers ran down the stands and ran towards them as fast as they could, and the students followed in a panic, crowded in a hurry.

They hurried to meet him, and their eyes fell on the man Harry was dragging with him. The man was pale-skinned, slightly freckled, and had light yellow tousled hair.

They had disappointed expressions, it was a shame that it wasn't who they thought they were.

"It's Barty Crouch Jr., isn't he dead a long time ago?" Connelly Fudge said in surprise, and then he saw the set of clothes on Barty Jr., and the flask around his waist, and he suddenly said, "He's not dead, he's still pretending to be Moody, and he's been lurking at Hogwarts." ”

He turned his gaze to the slow-walking Dumbledore behind him, and he snapped, "Dumbledore, you have to explain what happened today. Voldemort's resurrection has nothing to do with you, and what you have planned in private. ”

"Why did this Death Eater who should have been dead show up at Hogwarts and become the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, what the hell are you doing behind your back? ”

The other teachers and students all looked at Connery Fudge with disgust, the famous Minister of Magic, who had just returned from Voldemort, trembling with fear, he didn't even dare to enter the labyrinth, and stayed in the stands honestly.

And now, Voldemort has been beaten away, and he has immediately reverted to the pretense of the Minister of Magic, and he dares to show off his might.

Seeing the dissatisfaction of the others, Connelly Fudge coughed and immediately changed his tone, and he said in a gentle tone.

"I mean, there were so many things going on today, there were so many accidents, we need to know the truth, we need to know everything so that we can deal with what's next. ”

He is not a strong person, and he has always been respectful of the strong. Whether it is against Dumbledore or George Soros, he can correct his attitude.

But what happened before was too surprising to him, it really frightened him too much, and he couldn't control his emotions anymore. The current situation is not something that he can handle, he must find someone to guide and rely on.

Cornelius Fudge immediately turned his gaze to George, and he said in a flattering voice, "Mr. Soros, today is all thanks to you, Voldemort has been resurrected, he has become more powerful, and the world is almost overtaken by his darkness." Thanks to you, thanks to defeating Voldemort. ”

"By the way, is he dead?" said Fudge in an expectant tone, his ears pricked up, eager to hear the affirmative answer.

If Voldemort were dead, everything would be back to the way it was, and everything would be as if it hadn't happened. As for Cedric dead, who cares about those things.

Although the others were dissatisfied with Fudge's attitude, they all raised their ears at this time, and they were also extremely concerned about whether Voldemort was dead or not. They were desperate to hear that answer, and with a hint of uneasiness in their hearts, the fact that they had not seen Voldemort's corpse was not a reassuring situation.

(To be continued.) )