"Don't talk nonsense, Ron!"

Hermione scolded softly, but her face turned pale at the sound of the voice, and her breathing stagnated.

It was from the misty path of the tombstones, that it was indeed some creature crying, and the intermittent, suppressed sobs were particularly shrill, piercing, and contained endless despair in this eerie grave.

The legs of all three men trembled slightly, and Karkaroff's breathing, which had squinted at the road, became rapid.

"Let's go over and see."

Harry gritted his teeth and said.

"Are you crazy, Harry?"

Ron's face was incredulous,

"You know there could be danger!"

"If this really falls within the scope of the competition," Harry held his breath, "then we could miss a key clue." ”

"What if not?"

Karkaroff, who had been silent for a long time, questioned for the first time.

"If not, Professor Karkaroff,"

Hermione grimaced,

"If we had come here because of an accident. Or, we are calculated, and the trap arranged by the main messenger behind the scenes will definitely not be avoided just because we change our path. ”

It is irrefutable to infer that even if this self-righteous little witch is not pleasing to the eye, Karkaroff must admit that she is right.

Is the current situation the scope of the test? Pure accident? Or is it the calculation of someone with a heart?

Even after experiencing several storms between life and death, Karkaroff couldn't judge for a while, but

Karkaroff looked coldly at the three young wizards of Hogwarts who looked like they were advancing, one of them was Harry Potter. If they die here, as long as it's the latter two cases, no one can find fault with him.

While thinking about it, Karkaroff's gaze gradually became hideous.

Either way, they chose the misty path.

The cold, damp mist hit the face, and the shrilling crows that flew over the cemetery from time to time were suffocating.

Especially the undulating sobs, as Hermione approached, Hermione felt more and more that the sadness and despair in her voice did not seem to be deduced.

They passed past the tombstones, in the shadow of the tombstones, most of which were mutilated, as if they were dead and ignoring them to death.

"Oh, I'm stupid"

Harry's heart pounded when he could see the outline of a creature in his eyes, and then muttered a whisper, taking the lead in using his wand to emit a bright glow supported by darkness, and this action also made the rest of the people understand why Harry was stupid, and everyone including Karkaroff made his wand glow with solemn faces, and for a while, the overlapping light was like a bright moon rising from the graveyard.

The desperate sobs were cut off at once, and the creature realized that while it was in a state of grief, there was another person in the cemetery, and it was still its own acquaintance.

Gurgle, gluck, gluck.

The moment he saw what the creature was, Ron's teeth began to chatter, and Harry and Hermione in front of him didn't do much better, they were like cats under serious threat, their hair standing on end, and a biting chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to the back of their heads, almost causing them to lose their wands.

"Flash—flash."

Hermione's voice was like that of a traveler strayed into the desert, torn and hoarse with tremors and cries.

Twinkle crawling beside a man lying on damp dead leaves on the ground. It was hard to know whether the man was alive or dead, but there was no doubt that the man had been tortured so badly that the joints of his hands and feet were reversed, and his weak posture was like a puppet to be manipulated.

"Crouch"

Karkaroff, who was taller, was the first to identify who the man was, and when Crouch's name came out of his mouth, no one would ever think that their current situation was from the test of the tournament or an accident, and there was only one possibility that they had been plotted!

"I hoo!"

Karkaroff's chest rose and fell violently, the indifference on his face was replaced by panic and panic, and in the staggering backwards, he cried out, "I've had enough, I'm going to get out of here!" ”

No one stopped Karkaroff from leaving, he held his wand and posed as if he wanted to apparate, and his remaining in the sight of the three Harry undoubtedly meant that his attempt to apparition had failed.

Someone blocked the space!

Harry and Hermione, who had taken that gym class, were aware of it. And at the same time, remorse is tearing at their hearts.

Although gym was probably the most serious magic class he listened to, Harry still blamed himself for not taking Professor Bryan's words too seriously. Fireplace and portkey, the latter he doesn't have the ability, and it's not difficult to make a fireplace, but he doesn't know how to connect to Floo Net, nor does he bring Floo powder!

"Harry. Potter"

Flashing spoke, and the sadness and horror in its voice dissipated somewhat, filled with horror and incredulity, and it was clear that it lacked enough understanding of the current horror.

"Hah-Leigh. Porter? ”

But its voice brought Crouch beside him back to his senses, and made Harry realize that Mr. Crouch was not dead.

"Harry. Porter? ”

Crouch repeated it again, Harry couldn't imagine how stubborn Crouch was at the moment, and when Crouch looked up with difficulty, they found that the carefully dressed high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, his usual meticulously combed gray hair was completely soaked with blood, but he still stubbornly raised his head.

His eyes were confused, and the glow of Harry's wands made it impossible for him to immediately tell who they were, and he tried to keep his eyes open, his eyeballs bulging fiercely, desperately trying to see.

"It's me. Mr. ”

Harry lowered his wand, the glow that had enveloped his pale face faded a little, and he gasped, each breath like swallowing a gulp of ice water in the cold of winter.

"It's you--"

The glittering support allowed Barty Crouch to see Harry's face better, and he finally confirmed, confirmed that Harry Potter was indeed in front of him, and—

"Run!"

It is hard to imagine that Crouch in such a state can make such a loud sound, when the roar full of despair resounded throughout the cemetery, and the black crows that roamed everywhere fluttered their wings at the same time, and the dead cemetery seemed to be active at this moment.

"Run!"

Crouch used all his strength to let out the biggest sorrow in his life,

"He's coming!"

All the people who were dominated by fear began to stagger backwards, however, farther away, a cold voice pierced through the fog,

"Oh, Barty, haven't these days taught you any good manners, and I'm afraid you don't have the right to get rid of the guests I've worked so hard to invite."

Out of the fog stepped out of the figure, a pale middleman with a maniacal smile, holding an ugly dwarf in his arms.

The moment his eyes met, Harry fell to the ground, his scar aching violently, a pain he had never felt in his life that caused his body to constrict and curl up, his hands on his face, his head ready to explode.

And Harry was almost as good as Igor Karkarov, who couldn't phantom and escape, he also fell to the ground, he held his arm that was about to melt, his dark yellow pupils contracted into pinpoints with extreme fear, and his whole person trembled like a sieve!

"Harry!"

Hermione's voice was full of heavy cries, and both she and Ron threw themselves over Harry, trying to pull him up from the ground.

"I always thought that Chryona was reluctant to accept the mission, but I didn't expect that she had prepared so many guests for me,"

The ugly dwarf smiled grimly,

"She should have good intentions, but not everyone can witness this great moment. Oh, Barty, maybe you can clean it up for me. Of course, don't hurt old friends. Got it, Barty? ”

"Honored, my master!"

Before Hermione and Ron could figure out what this meant-

"Avada suo!"

There was a thud, followed by a shrill shout that tore through the dim sky, and a strong green light stung the eyes of several people.

Hermione and Ron's shocked faces illuminated by the green light, and they saw that the green light had hit the youngest of their group, who had been trembling and following them

They saw that the vitality quickly faded from that young, delicate face, and the girl's blonde hair was eclipsed, and her body lost its support, and she fell to the ground, leaving only the godless blue eyeballs still staring at the gloomy sky.

Gabrielle is dead.

(End of chapter)