I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 316 I am not good at flying

Harry looked around, but he didn't find anyone. At this moment, he didn't know that everyone else had retired. He suppressed his beating heart and walked towards the Goblet of Fire step by step.

The flames were burning vigorously, in his eyes, they were so charming, and he was only one step away from being the champion, Harry couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart.

Before that, he never thought he could win the championship before Catherine, but now it seems that he has completed this unlikely achievement.

The audience outside the stadium also saw this scene, and almost held their breath.

Mr. Bagman, who was ordered by Dumbledore, anxiously called Harry, but Harry couldn't hear him at all, as if something blocked the signal.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron was almost dying of anxiety. He yelled loudly, begging Harry not to touch the Goblet of Fire, but Harry couldn't hear him shouting, his All he could see now was the Goblet of Fire, which symbolized the champion.

There is something wrong with this Triwizard Tournament, since the winner of the Goblet of Fire is the third event, so what's the point of getting points for the first two events?

Wouldn't this be taking off your pants and farting - superfluous?

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Mr. Bagman couldn't get through Harry's phone, and began to communicate with Louis, "You and the two professors move faster, and Harry is about to touch the Goblet of Fire! The flame The cup is a portkey! Leads to places unknown!"

"I see." Louis replied in a deep voice, turned back to communicate with 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 already found it. It's a Portkey. It's not safe in the maze. Come out quickly!"

"Be careful." Catherine on the other side didn't say much. After hearing Louis' order, she immediately scattered the ashes and teleported back to the position of the guest of honor.

When Louis raised his head again, Snape and Sirius had already run far away.Sirius really cared about Harry, and Snape...Although Snape said he hated Harry to the extreme, he was still quite honest...

Probably because he didn't want to disappoint Lily?Anyway, I don't understand it a bit.

Louis didn't speak, and ran after the two of them.

Harry walked forward step by step, carefully looking around, wary of possible monsters, but unexpectedly, he walked all the way to the front of the Goblet of Fire without encountering anything.

Unable to restrain the ecstasy in his heart, he grinned and stretched out his hand to grab the Goblet of Fire.

The moment he touched the Goblet of Fire, the trio of the search and rescue team also ran to his position. Sirius' eyes were tearing apart, and he shouted loudly: "Harry! No!"

Harry heard only Sirius' voice, and before he could even turn his head, he felt a jerk behind his navel, his legs lifted off the ground, but he couldn't let go of the Goblet of Fire.

There seemed to be a strong suction force on the Goblet of Fire, grabbing Harry and flying forward amidst the whistling wind and the whirling of the world. Harry wanted to vomit, but couldn't, feeling his internal organs were squeezed together.

Almost in an instant, Harry disappeared before the eyes of the three of them.

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

Everyone looked around in a daze, but didn't find Harry's figure. Combined with the performance of the commentators and Dumbledore's request, everyone's hearts were raised, and everyone was worried about this "survivor". boy's fate.

Sirius roared angrily, swung his wand, and a spell flew out, smashing the table with the Goblet of Fire into pieces.

Snape's face was also extremely gloomy, he turned around and stared at Louis, and said in a word: "I can't control the things you and Dumbledore did, and now Pott is missing, you two need to give us A reasonable explanation..."

Louis didn't speak, he knew Snape's anxiety, no one would be calm about this kind of thing.

He looked up at the two of them, pondered for a moment and asked, "Can you use a broomstick?"

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

"If my guess is correct, Harry should be in the Riddle Mansion now!" Louis said calmly, "If Voldemort wants to be resurrected, he must need Harry's blood and his father's bones, and he is currently unable to move. Go find his father's big bones at the Riddle House!"

"I see." Snape nodded, he took off the tentacles on his head, before he could speak, he was interrupted by Louis.

"I suggest you stick it, Professor." Louis suggested: "This little thing can be used as a communication converter between the three of us, and can be sent to each other's minds with ideas."

"I see." Snape graciously glued the tentacles back to his forehead.

Louis coughed and said to the two of them: "I'll check with Headmaster Dumbledore first, you two wait a moment—we don't have a broom."

"No, I have three Firebolts here." Sirius took out three Firebolts from his pocket and lined them up on the ground. Seeing their surprised and puzzled expressions, Sirius explained: "I bought a total of three Firebolts at the beginning. Five, Harry is a Chaser after all, I'm afraid he will consume it too quickly, after all, the broomstick will break at some point."

"That's true." Louis nodded, "That also needs to be told to Principal Dumbledore, so that he won't worry."

Speaking, Louis dialed Dumbledore's phone.

"To make a long story short, Professor, we need to go to the Riddle Mansion to rescue Harry...Okay, hang up." After Louis finished speaking in a row, he hung up the phone, leaving Dumbledore looking at the phone with a question mark on his face.

The speed of the Firebolt was very fast. Louis lay on the broom, his face turning blue and then pale. To be honest, he had a hard time trusting this kind of broom...

Seeing Louis' face, Sirius asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Louis, you look very bad?"

"My lord..." Louis gasped, "I'm not... not good at flying..."

As he spoke, Louis took out a bottle of Snape's flight-sickness pills from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, took out another small jug, took a sip and downed the pills.

"I think your pocket looks like a small warehouse." Sirius squinted his eyes and said, "You are in charge of the warehouse at Hogwarts, aren't you?"

Louis: ...

Why is the conversation above a bit familiar?As if I've heard it somewhere...

It must be an illusion, right?Louis thought to himself, sometimes the things he has experienced always feel as if he has encountered them somewhere, it is said that they have encountered them in a previous life?He didn't think about it, he just wanted to vomit now.

Fear of heights can't hurt...

……

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

He raised his head, wondering where he was. The Goblet of Fire seemed to be a portkey, but he didn't know where he was teleported.

There must be a conspiracy in it, his heart was pounding, he stood up with force, and began to look around.

It was completely outside the boundaries of Hog Tents, and he had apparently been transported by the Portkey for several miles—perhaps hundreds of miles, for not even the hills surrounding the castle had disappeared.They were standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery, and a tall fir tree could be seen to the right.Behind it was the dark outline of a small church, and to the left was a modest hill.

Harry could make out an exquisite old house on the hillside, which looked very retro, as if it was decades ago.

The surroundings were gloomy and silent. Harry was holding his wand. He always had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him. There was also a beating heart in his ears. It was obvious, but he didn't know where it was coming from. He was sure It was definitely not his own—but he hesitated whether it was his own heartbeat.

Footsteps sounded, and he looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound in the darkness.

A squat figure was walking towards him step by step between the graves. Harry couldn't see the man's face clearly, but judging from his gait and the position of his arms, the man seemed to be holding something in his arms.He was wearing a hooded cloak that hid his face, and he was stocky, and after taking a few steps closer, Harry could see that what the man was holding seemed to be a baby.

While getting closer, Harry's forehead also began to sting violently. The pain was unbearable. It was the first time he felt this kind of torture since he was born. His wand also fell to the ground with the pain. , covered his face with his hands, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

His eyes became blurred, he couldn't see anything clearly, his head seemed to explode, and there seemed to be ten thousand bugs gnawing at his head.

Harry moaned weakly, the pain was so severe that he couldn't even make a sound, and then slowly, he felt as if he was being grabbed and flew up. At the same time, his pain eased, and his eyes gradually became able to meet When the focal length is increased, the world is no longer so blurred.

The short man in the cloak had put down his burden by this time, and lit the surrounding candles with his wand.The color of the candle was very dim, as if it was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Harry felt a huge force, and he was thrown out, and his back hit the tombstone so hard that he retched.

When he vomited, he glanced in shock and saw the small characters engraved on the tombstone.

"Tom Riddle."

The man in the cloak used magic to conjure a rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, from neck to ankle, one after another, as if he was afraid that he would run away.Harry heard rapid, light breathing coming from inside the hood.He struggled vigorously like a bug, chugging back and forth, the man seemed annoyed by his actions, and hit him with his hand—a finger was missing from the hand that hit him.

Harry knew who was in 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 escape from prison all of a sudden?There was no mention of this in the papers either...

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, was it someone at the Ministry of Magic who had betrayed him, or was it Wormtail—oh, he remembered, Peter Pettigrew was an Animagus who could turn into a mouse...

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

But Wormtail didn't answer, his hands moved quickly, he had finished tying the rope, and was busy checking whether it was tight or not.He was breathing heavily and his fingers were trembling uncontrollably as he fumbled for knots, and Harry figured he must be nervous.

After confirming that Harry was tightly bound and unable to move, Wormtail took out a black object from the cloak and stuffed it into Harry's mouth very roughly. Harry felt a bit sore. The extremely stinky smell rushed straight into his nostrils, and he immediately vomited it out.

It's broken, it's Wormtail's stinky sock...

Harry felt like dying right now, he swore, and if he got out, the first thing he would do was throw Avada Kedavra on this Wormtail, he swore!

But at this moment, he could no longer see where Peter Pettigrew was. He was tied to the tombstone and could only look forward, unable to turn his head to see what happened behind him.

Harry had no choice but to look at other places, his eyes began to wander, yes, where is the baby-like bag that Pettigrew Peter was wearing just now?He searched for a long time, and finally saw a bag of clothes on the ground not far ahead.

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

He was a little desperate now, he was caught here by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, how should he get out?Does Louis know his current situation?Where is Headmaster Dumbledore?Ron and Hermione knew whether they would be worried if they disappeared suddenly, and Aunt Molly, she must be very anxious...

Harry's mind was in disarray now, his brain was boiling, and he tried not to look at the burden, lest the pain in his head recur.

There was a rustling sound, and when he looked down, he saw a thick and big snake meandering on the ground, circling around the tombstone tied to him.Peter Pettigrew's heavy wheezing sounded again. He seemed to be pushing something hard, and he made a hard sound from time to time.

After a while, he came into Harry's sight. It turned out that Peter Pettigrew was pushing a black cauldron. The pot was so huge that it could accommodate Harry's whole body. It seemed to be full of water—maybe What kind of soup, when Pettigrew Peter pushed it, I could still hear the sound of the soup splashing on the grass.

"Could it be that you want to cook me?" Harry felt a great fear, and even forgot the smell of Peter Pettigrew's stinky socks. He started to brainstorm in his head, thinking about being boiled alive What is it like.

It must have hurt, Harry thought to himself, tears streaming down his cheeks without hesitation, and he was so desperate right now.

(End of this chapter)