Harry looked around and saw no one, unaware that everyone else had withdrawn, and he suppressed his throbbing heart as he walked towards the Goblet of Fire.

The flames were burning vigorously, and in his eyes, it was so charming, and he was only one step away from the championship, and Harry couldn't contain the excitement in his heart.

He had never imagined that he would be able to win the championship before Catherine, but now it seemed that he had accomplished this unlikely achievement.

The audience outside the arena also saw this scene, and their breath was almost held for breath.

Mr. Bagman, who had been instructed by Dumbledore, called Harry anxiously, but Harry couldn't hear it, as if something had blocked the signal.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron was dying, and he shouted loudly, begging Harry not to touch the Goblet of Fire, but Harry could not hear him, and all he could see was the Goblet of Fire, which symbolized the champion.

If you want to say that there is something wrong with this triwizard tournament, since the third event is the champion of the Goblet of Fire, what is the point of the first two events doing that point?

Isn't this taking off your pants and farting - an extra move?

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Mr. Bagman couldn't get through Harry's phone and began to talk to Louis, "You and the two professors move faster, Harry is about to touch that Goblet of Fire!" That Goblet of Fire is a portkey! To unknown places!"

"I see." Louis replied in a deep voice, turning back to speak to Snape and Sirius, and then he began to connect with Catherine's telepathy again.

"Little Moon, give up looking for the Goblet of Fire, Harry has found it, it's a portkey, it's not safe inside the labyrinth, you get out quickly!"

"You stay safe." Catherine, on the other side, didn't say much, and immediately scattered the ashes after hearing Louis's instructions, and teleported back to the seat of honor.

By the time Louis looked up again, Snape and Sirius were already far away. Sirius was really concerned about Harry, and Snape was ...... Snape hated Harry to the extreme, but he was still a decent man......

Probably because you don't want to disappoint Lily? Anyway, I don't understand it.

Louis didn't say a word, and ran after the two of them.

Harry stepped forward step by step, cautiously looking around, beware of possible monsters, but unexpectedly, he walked all the way to the Goblet of Fire, and did not encounter anything.

Unable to contain the ecstasy in his heart, he grinned and reached for the Goblet of Fire.

The moment he touched the Goblet of Fire, the trio of the search and rescue team ran to his place, and Sirius's eyes cracked and he shouted, "Harry! No!"

Harry only heard Sirius's voice, and before he could even look back, he felt as if he had been pulled behind his navel, and his legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the Goblet of Fire.

There seemed to be a strong suction on the Goblet of Fire, grabbing Harry as it flew forward in the whistling wind and whirlwind, Harry wanted to vomit, but couldn't, feeling like his internal organs were all squeezed together.

Almost instantly, Harry disappeared from the sights of the trio.

At the same time, the audience's signal was interrupted, and Luis also cut off the video signal with the audience.

Everyone looked around in confusion, but did not find Harry's figure, combined with the performance of the commentators, as well as Dumbledore's request, everyone's hearts were raised, and everyone was worried about the fate of this immortal boy.

Sirius roared in rage, flicked his wand, and a spell flew out, shattering the table where the Goblet of Fire was placed.

Snape's face was also extremely gloomy, he turned to stare at Louis, and said word by word, "I can't control the tricks you and Dumbledore did, and now that Potter is missing, you two need to give us a reasonable explanation......

Louis didn't speak, he knew Snape's anxiety, and no one would be able to settle this kind of thing.

He looked up at the two of them, muttered for a moment and asked, "Yes."

Broomsticks?"

"Of course......" the two said in unison.

"If my guess is correct, Harry should be in Riddle House by now!" Louis said calmly, "Voldemort must need Harry's blood and his father's bones if he wants to be resurrected, and he has no mobility right now, so he can only go to Riddle House to find his father's big bones!"

"I see." Snape nodded, removing the tentacles from his head, and before he could speak, he was interrupted by Louis.

"I'd suggest you stick it on, Professor." "This little thing can be used as a communication converter between the three of us," Luis suggested, and can be teleported to each other's minds with our minds."

"I see." Snape glued the tentacles back to his head.

Louis coughed and said to the two of them, "I'll talk to Headmaster Dumbledore first, and you two wait a minute—we don't have brooms."

"No, I have three firebolts." Sirius pulled out three firebolts from his pocket and lined them up on the ground, seeing their surprised and puzzled looks, Sirius explained, "I bought five of them, Harry is a chaser after all, I'm afraid he will consume it too quickly, after all, the broomstick is something that will break at some point."

"That's right." Louis nodded, "Then you need to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore so that he doesn't worry."

With that, Louis dialed Dumbledore's phone.

"Long story short, Professor, we need to go to Riddle House to rescue Harry...... Okay, hang up." After a series of speeches, Louis disconnected the phone, leaving Dumbledore looking at it with a question mark on his face.

The speed of the firebolt was very fast, and Louis lay on the broomstick, his face blue and white, and to be honest, he was a little difficult to trust this broom......

Sirius saw Louis's face and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, Louis, you don't have a good look?"

"Contemptible...... Louis gasped, "despicable is not ...... Poor...... Good at flying......"

As he spoke, Louis took out a bottle of Snape's motion sickness pill from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, took out a small jug, and took a sip to smooth the pill down.

"I think you have a little warehouse in your pocket." Sirius squinted and said, "You can't be a storehouse at Hogwarts, right?"

Louis:......

Why is the above conversation a little familiar? I think I've heard it somewhere......

It must be a delusion, right? Louis thought to himself, sometimes the things he has experienced always feel as if he has encountered somewhere, supposedly in a previous life? He didn't think about it, now he just wanted to vomit.

I can't afford to be hurt by fear of heights......

……

Harry felt his feet hit the ground, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground like noodles, and his hand finally let go of the Goblet of Fire.

He looked up, wondering where he was, the Goblet of Fire seemed to be a portkey, and he just didn't know where he was teleporting.

There must have been a conspiracy in it, and his heart pounded, and he forced himself to his feet and began to look around.

It was completely out of Hogskytz's realm, and he had apparently been teleported by the portkey for miles—maybe hundreds, for even the surrounding hill around the castle was gone. They were standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery with a tall cedar tree to the right. Behind is the black outline of a chapel, and to the left is a hill that is not too high.

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Wondering if it's his own heartbeat.

Footsteps rang out, and he looked alarmingly in the direction where the voices in the darkness were coming from.

A stocky figure walked towards him step by step between the graves, Harry couldn't make out the man's face, but judging by his gait and the posture of his arms, it looked as if he was holding something in his arms. He was wearing a hooded cloak, covering his face, and he was stocky, and after a few steps closer, Harry could see that what the man was holding looked like a baby.

As he drew closer, Harry's forehead began to sting violently, the pain was unbearable, and it was the first time he had felt this torture since he was born - his wand fell to the ground with the pain, his hands covering his face, his legs limp, and he fell to his knees.

His eyes became a lake of mold, he couldn't see anything clearly, and his head felt as if it was about to explode, and it seemed that there were ten thousand worms gnawing at his head.

Harry groaned weakly, the pain so severe that he couldn't even make a sound, and then slowly, he felt as if he was being dragged and flown up, and at the same time, his pain lessened, his eyes began to focus, and the world was less ambiguous.

The short man in the cloak had already laid down his baggage and lit the candles around him with his wand. The color of the candle was very dim, as if there was some kind of dark air shrouded in it.

Harry felt only a tremendous force and threw him out, his back slamming down on the tombstone, causing him to retch.

When he vomited, he glanced at it and saw the small letters engraved on the tombstone.

"Tom Riddle."

The man in the cloak magically conjured a rope to tie Harry tightly to the tombstone, from neck to ankle, as if he were afraid to escape. Harry heard rapid, slight breathing coming from inside his hood. He struggled like a worm, chrysalis coming and going, and the man, seemingly enraged by his movements, reached out and struck him—the one that hit him was missing a finger.

Harry knew who was inside the hood, it was Wormtail.

"It's you!" Harry exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief - he thought Wormtail was singing "Tears Behind Bars" in Azkaban.

Why did you suddenly escape from prison? There was no mention of it in the newspapers......

Countless thoughts crossed his mind, whether it was someone at the Ministry of Magic who had betrayed him, or if it was Wormtail—oh, he remembered that Peter Pettigrew was an Animagus capable of turning into a mouse......

This would also explain why he was able to escape from Azkaban.

But Wormtail didn't answer, his movements in his hands were fast, he had finished tying the rope, and was busy checking whether the tie was tight. His breathing was heavy, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, fumbling with knots, and Harry guessed he must be nervous.

When he was sure that Harry was tied up and couldn't move, Wormtail pulled out a black piece from his cloak and shoved it into Harry's mouth very rudely, and Harry only felt a sour smell rush to his nostrils, and he immediately dried up.

It's broken, it's the smelly sock of the worm's tail......

Harry felt like he wanted to die now, and he swore that if he got out of trouble, the first thing he would do would be to throw an Arvada slap at this wormtail, he sweared!

But by this time he could no longer see where Peter Pettigrew was, and he could only look ahead when he was tied to the tombstone, unable to turn his head to see what was going on behind him.

Harry couldn't help it, he could only look elsewhere, his eyes began to wander, yes, where was the baby-like dress that Peter Pettigrew had just carried? He searched for a long time, and finally saw the clothes bag on the ground not far ahead.

Harry suddenly felt the scar hurt hotly again, and he was almost instantly sure that it must be Voldemort, or some of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

He's a little desperate now, he's been captured here by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, how on earth should he get out? Does Louis even know where he is now? What about Headmaster Dumbledore? Ron and Hermione would not be worried if they knew that they would disappear suddenly, and Aunt Molly, she must be in a hurry......

Harry's mind was now in turmoil, and he tried not to look at the baggage, lest the pain in his brain recur.

The sound of squirming sounded, and when he looked down, he saw a large stout snake swimming on the ground, circling around the tombstone that tied him. Peter Pettigrew's heavy wheezing sound rang out again, as if he was pushing something harder, and from time to time he made a hard sound.

After a while, he came into Harry's line of sight, and it turned out that Peter Pettigrew was pushing a large black cauldron, which was so huge that it could hold Harry's whole person, and it seemed to be filled with water - maybe some kind of soup, and when Peter Pettigrew pushed it, he could hear the soup spilling on the grass.

"You can't be cooking me off, are you?" Harry had a great fear in his heart, and he had forgotten the smell of Peter Pettigrew's stinky socks, and his mind began to brainstorm what it would be like to be boiled alive.

It must have hurt, Harry thought to himself, tears streaming down his cheeks, his heart full of despair now.