The Sphinx pulled the note out of his sideburns and threw it to the ground in anger.

Write to contact?

What to write! Like a Sphinx who can write letters?

And

How can there be magic materials to write to a wizard who is eyeing him!

The Sphinx are fantastic creatures that are more intelligent than the Centaurs.

It hesitated and hesitated, but did it carefully pick up the note and stuff it back into its sideburns, not giving the wizard an excuse, in case he felt that it was an insult to him to confiscate the note, and then justifiably did it to himself?

Harry stepped inside.

It is a narrower path with a left and right branch at the end.

He looked to the right, a complex wave of magic power.

Putting on a layer of quinn for himself, Harry walked to his feet.

Outside the labyrinth.

Ludo's voice was choked: "Mr. Potter, he's near!" He has always been sharp, he has chosen the right path, and if he walks this path, he can see the trophy when he turns another corner. ”

The Gryffindors clenched their fists and held their breath, fearing that their movements outside the labyrinth would affect Harry's performance in the labyrinth.

Penny, Fenon, and Dudley, rubbing their necks, which were sore from the long lift, were reluctant to put their heads down and stare intently and meticulously at the curtain.

Fenon's face turned pale.

Although he used to tell Penny at home that the freaks didn't know what dangerous things were taught at school—he was just talking, and who knew it was true.

They really put fifteen-year-olds to deal with animals that look extremely dangerous.

He gripped Penny's hand tightly.

Dudley was terrified in his eyes, he was originally interested in Hogwarts, just in case, just in case, if only he could become a wizard himself.

But the moment he saw the fried tail snail, he regretted it a little, such a big crab

You're going to eat yourself, right?

And with such a big size, even if you can eat it, I'm afraid you will be strangled to death.

Wizards can be dangerous.

He also thought that the little wizards would just eat and drink and copy their cousin's homework in Hogwarts.

Labyrinth.

Harry continued to walk forward, rounding the corner, and saw the top three trophies at the end of the road, in the middle of the maze.

The distance between him and it was less than fifty meters.

Just bring it back yourself, and the Triwizard Tournament is over.

Can.

What about the Death Eaters?

Because they caught Cobain Yaxley, they gave up the plan and threw away all the things they had been preparing for a year?

Does Tom still have time to prepare for these things?

Or rather

Will he still have the patience to wait?

Harry walked slowly through the labyrinth, for the sake of materials and to avoid the traps that the Death Eaters might have laid, but he encountered nothing, like a normal trial.

The closer he gets, the slower he becomes.

Ludo was a little anxious, so angry that he kept slapping the table: "What the hell is Mr. Potter doing, it's just a little bit!" ”

"No Fantastic Beasts, no other warriors to interfere with."

Victory is close at hand, but why is it getting slower?

For every minute he misses, he may have to earn a thousand Galleons less!

Come on!

He couldn't convey his emotions to Harry, so he could only watch Harry, almost one spell at a time, fifty meters away, for a full three or four minutes.

He stood in front of the top three trophies.

The golden amphora trophy was filled with the breath of dozens of spells.

There were the usual sturdy, dust-proof charms, and some beauty charms that Harry had seen but wouldn't waste time learning.

Harry waved his wand.

Feedback comes back that there are no dangerous vicious curses on the trophy.

In front of the chest, the amulet is also quiet.

There was no uneasiness in my gut feeling either.

He reached out and touched the top three trophies.

Outside the labyrinth.

Ludo's cheers were deafening, and he waved his wand to make Harry's curtain bigger, and George and Fred's alchemy props snapped for a moment before they were once again covered with the curtain.

"Harry Potter!"

"A warrior from Hogwarts, he's about to lift the top three trophies, please look at the time, it's only 18 minutes and 32 seconds!"

"In twenty minutes, he won the cup!"

There were shouts of cheers and sighs from the audience.

This is one of Mr. Bagman's bets.

"Will Mr. Potter be the first man to lift the Final Three trophy, and how long will it take?"

Ludo smiled happily, fifteen minutes away, twenty minutes later, this result had already earned him more than three thousand Galleons.

He continued to shout, his tone smug and his whole body no longer had the same agitation as before: "At Mr. Potter's previous speed, it is foreseeable that he will be back in ten minutes." ”

"It's up to Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour to do what they can do for him"

His words suddenly froze, staring incredulously at the curtain, and the unspoken words in his throat choked him with a violent cough.

On the referee's seat, Dumbledore also stood up suddenly, his face extremely serious.

There was a sudden silence in the audience, and the air was pumped away in an instant, and it was like a vacuum.

On the curtain, the events of the labyrinth are reflected.

Harry's hands twisted and vanished the moment they touched the trophy.

"Where's Harry?" Penny was dumbfounded and stammered, "Is this normal?" ”

Hermione clenched her fists and shook her head, "No, I'm afraid not. ”

"Where's Harry?" Fenon gestured to his nephew, "Why did he suddenly disappear?" ”

Hermione then explained, "The portkey. ”

"The Final Three trophy has been turned into a portkey and Harry has been taken away."

As she spoke, she paused, "It's teleportation, Harry has been teleported somewhere else." ”

Ron lowered his voice, "It's a Death Eater conspiracy!" ”

Outside the labyrinth, Snape, who acted as an emergency responder, gritted his teeth, turned his head sharply, and looked at the referee's bench, with only two people in his eyes - Dumbledore, who looked terrible, and Karkaroff, who gloated faintly.

He strode forward.

Bastard two!

Why didn't one find out beforehand?

Another reason why he has been so slow to make up his mind and keep refusing to contact the Death Eaters!

It turned out like this!

The doorkey didn't feel good.

The navel was pulled, twisting and turning.

Thankfully, Harry had already experienced it once, so he didn't get as dizzy as he did the first time - almost instantly, he raised his hand and put the Quinn Seal on himself.

Landing in the blink of an eye.

Before Harry could see where he had landed, his eyes were filled with red and orange light—nearly a dozen spells shooting at him.

Whoops.

The shield that had just been put on his body immediately shattered.

In the senses, the magic surges in front of you, and the left, right, and back are empty.

He immediately rolled backwards to dodge as he refilled his Quinn's shield and waved his wand in his right hand, his armor spell on his body.

The spell is like a wave of the sea, one after the other, and it hits impenetrable.

The shield that had just been patched up was shattered again in less than three seconds

However, less than three seconds was enough time to give Harry time to breathe.

He surveyed his surroundings.

He was led by the portkey to an overgrown cemetery, with only a few dimly lit torches in the distance, and a tall cedar tree, a low chapel, and a dilapidated house perched on a hill.

Familiar surroundings.

Harry had been here not too long ago.

The Riddle Mansion in Little Hangleton.

The spell was still attacking, but it wasn't accurate enough, and most of them grazed Harry's body, hitting the ground and sending a puff of smoke.

And

These spells seem so harmless.

Fainting, petrified, and even the most threatening are just "digging into the heart and cutting out the bones", and there is not even a life-seeking spell.

After a few dodges and rolls, Harry ducked behind a tombstone, and several spells followed, causing the stone to stagger, and the crack spread from the blow.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

Someone roared and chanted a spell.

Harry swung his wand, and several nearby tombstones twisted and coalesced in front of his hideout, turning into a massive stone slab that struck the spell and was blown to pieces.

There were twelve enemies.

Most of them were Harry's "acquaintances", who had a relationship with each other at the Quidditch World Cup.

The only thing missing was the breath of one person - the man who appeared to be "Barty Crouch Jr.", who didn't show up here.

The spell is still coming.

They were clever this time, in groups of six, and they didn't stop firing spells at him.

Harry was about to fight back.

A sharp and harsh voice sounded: "Okay, okay, let's stop, since you didn't succeed in the first sneak attack, you should stop, Mr. Potter is not the kind of stinky fish and shrimp that is easy to deal with." ”

The sound is familiar.

It was the voice I heard in Quirrell's head when I was in first grade.

It was Voldemort's voice.

"Senior Tom." Harry whistled in response, "So you've been planning for a year to get me here with a portkey at the last minute of the Triwizard Tournament." ”

"Come to your father's grave in Tom Riddle."

The voice came, with anger: "Mr. Potter, it seems that you know a lot?" ”

"I know, I'm afraid there's more than you think." Harry replied softly, "For example, when you were at Hogwarts, you would sneak up to the women's bathroom every night. ”

The aura of the twelve Death Eaters fluctuated slightly.

"For another example, when you just graduated, you seduced an old lady in her sixties with your beauty and deceived her"

The Death Eaters' breath fluctuated even more.

"Enough!" Voldemort was annoyed and interrupted him, "Mr. Potter, I didn't expect you to chew your tongue behind your back like a witch. ”

Harry replied, "I'm just repeating what you've done." ”

"Those don't matter." Voldemort slowed his tone as much as he could, "Mr. Potter, I don't want to be your enemy."

"Is it because you don't think you're my match right now?" Harry interrupted him and asked bluntly.

The breath of the Death Eaters swayed like a pirate ship.

Voldemort was stunned, sorted out his emotions, ignored the question, and continued: "How about we make a deal?" ”

"You seem to be looking for Avalon?"

The innocuous question ran through Harry's chest like an arrow.

He. How will you know?

Someone told him the news, who was it?

Snape, Professor Dumbledore's old lover, or some other person who he doesn't know and might be privately involved with Voldemort?

No, no, no.

You have to believe in them.

Is that another possibility?

Harry replied briskly, "How could I not be interested in the place that the Big Four pursued back then. ”

"Like you, I have followed in the footsteps of the Big Four in search of Avalon." There was some smugness in Voldemort's tone.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was the message in the relics of the Big Four.

"Of course, I'm much better than them." Voldemort's voice grew more and more proud, "Where none of the four of them found, I not only found, but also entered." ”

Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't speak.

Voldemort fell silent.

The silence was deadlocked, and they were all waiting for each other to speak.

Voldemort was the first to take it back: "Mr. Potter, aren't you curious about what's in Avalon?" ”

"Oh, what's there?" Harry's tone was calm, and there sounded a kind of reluctance to "good, good, just say it".

Voldemort called, "Mr. Potter, hiding behind a tombstone is not the way to talk. ”

"Can you come out?"

"Let's face to face."

Harry scoffed, "The portkey teleported me over, and before I could hit the ground with a bunch of spells, I don't think that's the way I should be welcomed." ”

"After all, we weren't friends before." Voldemort wasn't a little embarrassed, "But you prove your abilities, maybe we can try to be friends." ”

Harry scoffed, "You're a bully. ”

"What do you want to exchange with me for Avalon's message?"

"Cobain Yaxley told me that your plan this year is to get me, but what you want to get should not be my life?"

The Death Eaters were restless.

Cobain Yaxley?

That honorable lord betrayed the great Dark Lord?

"I need your blood." Voldemort said bluntly, "Come out, just a drop or two, and I'll take everything I know." ”

"Where's Avalon?"

"What's in Avalon?"

Speaking of which, he paused slightly, "I can tell you one thing in advance, in Avalon, there seems to be an ancestor of your Potter family. ”

"He's got the same eyes as you are."

Snake-like eyes?

The Witcher?

Geralt?

"Don't hide your thoughts in front of me." Voldemort scoffed, "I know a lot more than you think, Big Four? You are looking for Avalon for the sake of that ancestor. ”

"How?"

"I think it's a fair deal."

"All I need is a drop or two of your blood."

As he spoke, he paused, increased the demagogy in his tone, and continued to shout: "Mr. Potter, come out, take a good look at me, see how weak I am, I can't do anything to you." ”

"I also promise you that I will not let my men attack you."

"Come out."

(End of chapter)