Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 322 He is alive

At the edge of the cemetery, on a grass field near Harry and the Triwizard Cup Portkey, Mike struggled to get up from the weeds.

Just now he played with the golden cicada to escape the shell, and used the transformation spell to avoid the concentrated fire of the group of men in black robes and masks.

It's just that due to the obstruction of those people, I also lost the great opportunity to prevent Voldemort's resurrection. In the end, I could only throw the holy sword like a javelin. I don't know if that sword successfully stopped Barty Jr.

Thinking of this, Mike reached out and wiped his face, then instinctively looked up.

But at this glance, Mike was stunned.

At this moment, half of the sky has been illuminated by bright green, and the source of that green light is a skull with a giant snake in its mouth!

"It looks like a failure."

Mike murmured, the disappointment in his eyes flashed away.

"Then retreat. The holy sword is coming!"

While talking to himself, Mike waved his wand, and as the spell was uttered, the holy sword that was inserted in a big tree in the distance was also inspired, and quickly pulled out the trunk and flew towards Mike.

This scene attracted the attention of Voldemort, who was groping for his body.

Looking at the long sword that was flying towards the edge of the cemetery with a flash of white light, Voldemort remembered the experience that he was almost burned to ashes by someone using the Fiendfyer Curse.

In just a moment, endless shame and anger filled Voldemort's heart.

"Little bastard! Go to hell!"

Voldemort roared, a dark green flame spewed out from his mouth, and turned into a fire snake several times bigger than the two-headed python released by Mike before, chasing after the direction of the holy sword. .

This scene was seen by Mike, and he hurried to the location of the Triwizard Cup in his memory.

Fortunately, his luck was not bad, the Tri-Strong Cup was not far away from him, and he arrived within a few steps.Moreover, beside the Triwizard Cup, lay a struggling figure, Harry, clutching his arms and forehead.

"help me……"

As if sensing that someone was approaching, Mike opened his eyes and looked at Mike, still muttering for help.

But Mike stopped beside Harry and the Triwizard Cup, neither went to rescue Harry, nor went to get the Portkey Triwizard Cup to escape immediately.

'I'm just waiting for the holy sword, it's a treasure, I can't bear it...'

Mike said to himself in his heart, but in fact he knew very well that he hesitated.

To be honest, the most important thing I should do in this situation is to leave Harry alone, or kill him directly.

Because Harry almost witnessed everything he did today, although he did nothing wrong, but he acted too weird, as if he knew that Voldemort would be reborn today, and Hagrid was also a minibus. Dee pretended to be the same.

If Harry really went back alive, he would definitely cause trouble for himself. At the very least, Dumbledore's vigilance against him would rise to an unprecedented level.

At the same time, Harry is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If Harry dies, it is equivalent to destroying a Horcrux.

Although there are so many benefits to killing Harry, Mike still hesitated when the situation came to an end.

He couldn't forget what Harry had done in the maze before, and he couldn't forget the scene where Harry yelled at little Barty who was pretending to be Hagrid, saying that if he wanted the Triwizard Cup, he would give it to him.

People regard themselves as their best friends, but now they want to kill them?
Just like what I did in my previous life?
Mike's fists were tightly clenched together, and the wand belonging to Krum was actually crushed by Mike under this huge force.

Not far away, the holy sword was still desperately flying towards its owner, and the dark green fire python behind it was also firmly following the holy sword, chasing after it.

But the fire python obviously didn't use all its strength, which can be seen from the fact that it even shook some flames onto the four masked men in black robes when it passed by them.

On the other side, Mike looked at the holy sword and the flame python that were getting closer, and finally made up his mind.

"Damn! I'm such a worthless coward! Come on! Harry! Take my hand and I'll take you home!"

Gritting his teeth, Mike roared, and when he found the right moment, he grabbed Harry's uninjured hand and pressed it firmly on the Triwizard Cup. At the same time, the hilt of the holy sword fell into his hand again!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, almost at the same time Mike got the holy sword, the dark green fire python slammed down where Mike was, and exploded into green fireworks all over the sky!

It's a pity that the transmission of the Portkey is instantaneous. As early as the moment Mike touched the Holy Sword and the Triwizard Cup, they had already disappeared in place.

"No!"

The expression on Voldemort's face in the distance became even more ferocious when he saw this. He looked up to the sky and howled, expressing his anger.

As if sensing his anger, the huge skull in the sky and the giant snake that drilled out of its mouth also opened their big mouths and roared silently!

……

After a whirlwind, Mike and Harry landed again.

And this landing, Mike's original hanging heart fell again, because judging from the touch on his face at this moment, he should have landed on a flat stone road.

Moreover, there are still cheers coming from all around me. Based on the analysis of the previous article, I should have returned to Hogwarts.

"Oh! Merlin! What's wrong with you!"

Professor Flitwick's familiar voice made Mike completely let go of his vigilance. He let out a long breath, without any intention of getting up from the ground, and said weakly:
"Don't ask, go save Harry first, his arm and head seem to be injured."

Professor Flitwick obviously didn't listen to Mike. Accompanied by the sound of dense and light footsteps coming from far and near, Mike was completely turned over by Professor Flitwick.

"Don't worry about it, Harry's McGonagall and Pomfleur are dealing with it!" Professor Flitwick said while still groping on Mike's body, helping him to pat the dirt off his clothes, while helping him Checking his body, "Will it hurt if I press here? Doesn't it hurt? Well, what about here..."

Mike kept perfunctory Professor Flitwick, and finally Mike broke free when Flitwick's hand was getting lower and lower.

"I'm fine! Professor! I'm just a little out of strength!"

"How is this possible! You look like you just fought a duel with a hundred fire dragons!"

After being told by Professor Flitwick, Mike barely raised his head and looked at himself.

Flitwick was right, he looked terrible now, the bunt robe had been completely turned into pieces and hung on his body, and there were burnt marks and mud all over his body and face.

In addition, as soon as I came back, I was lying on the ground motionless because of exhaustion, so it's no wonder that Professor Flitwick misunderstood.

But even so, Mike couldn't accept Professor Flitwick's inspection method anymore.

However, the arm still couldn't twist the thigh. Under Professor Flitwick's strong request, Mike was checked by Mrs. Pomfler, and Professor Flitwick was not relieved until it was announced that he was really not injured. .

Until then, Harry, who had been pierced through his arm and was covered in wounds, came to Mike regardless of the medical staff's obstruction. He was holding on to Mike's scorched sleeve tightly and refused to let go, his eyes full of fear , that fear turned into deep gratitude only when he looked at Mike.

"It's all right, Harry." Mike said to Harry sincerely, "We're back, it's all right now."

"I know, I'm just... just too scared! It was a nightmare just now!" Harry said as if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly opened wide, watching Mike's voice trembling with excitement , "Thank you! Thank you for saving me! Really! If it weren't for you, I..."

Facing Harry's clear eyes, Mike averted his eyes guiltily and did not meet his gaze.

"Okay, Harry, we're friends, there's no need to say such nasty things. Oh damn, I always feel like I've told you that sentence so many times, but you can't remember it."

"You're right, you're right, it's my fault, we're friends, and friends shouldn't say these things..."

Harry obviously hasn't recovered from the panic just now, hearing that the person kept repeating the words of admitting his mistakes.

Seeing this, Mike scratched his head, patted Harry on the shoulder lightly and said:

"Okay, don't think about it so much, you should bandage it now, your wound is still bleeding."

Harry was taken aback by Mike's slap, but after listening to Mike's words, he finally remembered his wound, so he stretched out his hand to an infirmary assistant who was already waiting beside him.

At this time, Mike finally had the mind to observe the surrounding environment.

In the stands, most of the students wearing Hogwarts uniforms were cheering, but some Durmstrang boys had gloomy expressions.

"What happened to them?"

Professor Flitwick followed Mike's line of sight, and the joyful expression on his face disappeared instantly. He remained silent until Mike urged him again and again, and then slowly said:
"Krum...he's dead."

"What?!" Mike yelled, "It's impossible!"

'I obviously released the fire for help in time! '

Mike didn't say this half of the sentence, but just said it to himself in his heart.

Seeing this, Flitwick thought it was Mike who was shocked by his friend's sudden death, so he said:
"I don't want to believe it, but it's true. Mike, Krum, is dead. We found the fire, but when we got there, Krum wasn't breathing. The acromantula was eating his corpse. Also, his wand disappeared, we speculate that the acromantula accidentally ate it while eating the corpse. Also, Hagrid is missing."

Mike licked his chapped lips. He really didn't expect Krum to be so unlucky that he would be 'picked up' by the acromantula.

And Harry, who was being bandaged, shrank his pupils when he heard Flitwick's words. He clearly remembered that Mike crushed a wand in that cemetery just now, and that wand looked Look, there is a big difference from Mike's own one!

'Shouldn't it be...'

A terrible thought suddenly rose in Harry's mind, but then he shook his head vigorously, throwing the thought out of his mind, and at the same time, slapped his mouth hard.

'Damn it, Mike is my savior and my best friend at the same time, how can I think like that! '

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Harry's face again, but there was still a trace of deep fear in the depths of his eyes looking at Mike.

"Harry! What's wrong with you?!"

The sudden voice startled Harry, but when he found that the speaker was Sirius who had heard the news and came with Fudge and Dumbledore, his somewhat flustered face immediately showed a look of crying come out expression.

"Sirius, I...I really don't know how to tell you. The Triwizard Cup was tampered with. He passed us to a place, and then I saw...he..."

"Okay!" Harry's messy explanation was interrupted by Mike, "this is not a good place to talk about these things, let me go to your office and talk, headmaster. As for Harry, let him Let's go to the infirmary and receive a good treatment."

"Yes! Mike is right! Harry is seriously injured and must be treated immediately!"

Sirius obviously agreed with Mike's proposal, and he hugged the choking Harry as soon as he hugged him, and at the same time started roaring at Dumbledore.

Facing Sirius' barking, Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly, and said to Mike:

"Alright then, come with me."

After saying that, Dumbledore turned around and left. Judging from his fast steps, at this moment, the strongest white wizard's heart was not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.

Mike pursed his lips and followed quickly without saying anything.

All this happened so quickly, Fudge stared at the backs of the two in a daze, and didn't react until they walked a long way.

"Hey! There will be an awards ceremony later! Hogwarts has won a big victory this time! The audience is still waiting! Hey! Come back!"

Fudge's roar had no effect, and Mike and Dumbledore walked straight into the castle without even looking back.

In desperation, Fudge looked at Harry who was beside him.

But before he could speak, Sirius picked up Harry and ran towards the castle with Madam Pomfleur.

Fudge opened and closed his mouth a few times but made no sound. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the principal's office.

Alva looked at his minister in bewilderment, woke up after a while, and shouted:

"Minister, what should we do with the award ceremony!"

However, it was Fudge's somewhat exasperated voice that answered him.

"You can figure it out yourself!"

……

Due to lack of exercise, Fudge was running hard.

But he didn't intend to stop at all. Dumbledore didn't save him any face in public today, so he must ask him for an explanation.

Holding this belief, Fudge trotted his fat body all the way to the door of the principal's office.

And when he entered the correct password, he opened the door of the office panting.

But I only heard Mike saying to Dumbledore with a serious face:
"Voldemort, he's risen."

(End of this chapter)