Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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In terms of results, Harry eventually won the Ravenclaw crown instead of the top three cups, and ended a vaguely for this reopened top three tournament.

When Harry emerged from the green flames with a crown and a smile, the audience cheered for him.

Even if the bowl of soup in the top three has already changed its taste, if the soup drinkers have not tasted it, it can be regarded as a joy.

Ending with Harry becoming the champion is actually a good ending.

However, the games hidden behind this grand event can only be said to have just begun. Since Harry appeared in front of everyone with a gold crown, the chaos under the ambush and calm had begun.

Dumbledore sat on the table and watched the little wizard calmly cheering for Harry, but his vicissitudes of heart felt a little indifferent.

To be honest, he had a good opinion of Harry, a man he could never be. Harry had courage in his heart and decisiveness in others, but he didn't.

Yes, no one can imagine that he, who is called "the greatest white wizard of our time", is actually one ... at least, he doesn't think he has enough courage.

Everyone thinks that he is very strong, and he is indeed very strong ... but only Maca can vaguely understand how old the wizard is.

However, even such a "very powerful" wizard was lamenting his "coward".

He hates himself.

He hated the one who had seen his sister die, and the one who couldn't correct Tom Riddle, and the one who had big love but didn't have the courage to break the mundane rules.

He hates this self who only understands himself.

Dumbledore actually knew it, whether it was Voldemort's actions or Maca's plan of action.

But when the two students were fighting each other, whether it was good or evil, he wanted to save, but he couldn't save it.

On the day Maca made a World Cup match and played a show with him, but afterwards he could only sigh for his performance in a ruin.

He had to admit that he had never been a good teacher. Who would be a good teacher like him and could only watch his two students fight with each other, killing one's life?

He didn't want any one of Maca and Tom to die like that. He also hoped that the two would live in peace and call him a "professor".

But he never managed to wake Tom, not once!

What's even more ridiculous is that when Tom, Voldemort, tried to upset the entire British magic world, he found that he could not wipe his students from the world with his own hands.

What he can do is just let his two students fight and kill each other?

"If I can get a good ending with my death, it must be the best." Dumbledore thought about it more than once, and he even assumed a plan for this.

Looking at the elated Harry below, and thinking about Maca far southeast of Europe, Dumbledore shook his head secretly.

Fortunately for the child, Harry said that at least his life is going to follow; but Makar's child ... even the experienced Dumbledore couldn't guess what kind of person Makar would be.

Maca is actually a very selfish child, or in other words, he is only firm on the most fundamental principles in his heart. When someone or something involves his principles, both good and evil will no longer affect his judgment.

Even if Maca would destroy the world for something in the future, Dumbledore wouldn't be surprised.

Fortunately, the child also understood the beauty of "love". This is one of the reasons why Dumbledore was willing to let go and let himself act.

As Dumbledore thought calmly, he suddenly seemed to notice something, and turned his uncertain look back to Harry's direction.

Minions of Tom Riddle finally started to move.

...

"Porter, is this the magic item used to replace the top three cups? What is this?"

Among the crowd, Harry stood in the middle with Ravenclaw's crown and showed it to the little wizards around him with a smile.

This is proof of his hard work, breaking through layers and finally becoming a champion.

For an ordinary little wizard, he is indeed a child with courage and strength. If you leave out the perverts like Maca, it would not be a surprise that Harry became the champion.

But when he was only a "normal person" in the entire third project, the champion was a little awkward. Of course, there are not many people who know the truth.

"Hey! Potter, show me what this magic item is, it looks so cool!"

Ravenclaw's crown soon passed through the crowd. Most of the little wizards wanted to touch it, and Harry was not such a mean person.

"call out"

While everyone was watching the golden crown, a strange noise came from afar. Everyone turned around subconsciously and found out immediately that the sight they saw had an endless sense of sight.

"Dark Mark!"

Compared with last time, more students this time recognized what the skull in the sky meant, panic ... came again.

There was a riot in the crowd. Everyone looked around or exclaimed, and even the prudent students had begun to move.

Harry suddenly found that the gold crown, which had been seen in the crowd, had just disappeared.

At this moment, two students left the crowd sneakingly under the turmoil, and walked towards the exit of the Quidditch Stadium. Moody, who was always monitoring the situation, immediately followed.

"... Albus."

On Dumbledore's side, other professors began to take the initiative to maintain order, while Professor McGonagall paused and looked towards Dumbledore.

"I'll leave it to you here, Milleva." Dumbledore stood up, still calmly, "I'll go and see the situation over there."

"But, Ravenclaw's crown ..." McGonagall looked down, hesitating.

"No, it's okay," Dumbledore nodded with a smile. "The crown won't be lost. Our priority is to protect the safety of our students."

After all, Dumbledore also glanced down and hurried toward the gate.

...

"... Tonks, watch over your head!"

The battle was actually fierce on the wide pavement beside the woods outside the school gate.

Long before the Black Demon's mark was issued, Voldemort's Death Eaters had mingled with members of the Order of the Phoenix ambushing, various spell beams staggered, brick fragments and mud with turf turned down Flying, the situation is quite chaotic.

Judging from the number of people, it is obvious that the Death Eater wants more.

But even so, that's not all. Compared to the Death Eaters who were on standby in that cemetery before, the number here is obviously not much.

Therefore, members of the Order of the Phoenix as an early warning team can resist for a while.

However, it can be found out that the number of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​still too small. To deal directly with Voldemort's offense, this is not enough.

It is no wonder that the purpose of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​mainly to resist the Death Eaters in secret.

"Drill the cheekbones!"

Among the trees by the road, Bellatrix was smirking as she fell from the canopy, and without hesitation, cast a heartbreaking spell on Tonks.

Tonks performed well in the training of the Auror, and the response was quite rapid at the moment. When she heard the warning from Lupin in front of her, she rolled around and evaded.

"Except your weapon!"

A red beam of light shot at Bellatrix, but it was a bit hurried to shoot the crosshair, but even if it was fast enough, it was easily avoided by the opponent.

But Tonks didn't mean to hit the opponent, she just wanted to give herself some time to stabilize the fighting rhythm.

"Protective armor!" "Stunned!"

At that moment, Tonks' defense and Bellatrix attacked, the fighting habits of the two began to show up ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Tonks was very clear that his fighting ability was not a strength Although it is not impossible to resist, but over time, there will always be power.

So, she focused more on defense and dodge.

However, Bellatrix has always defended with offense, and she has always scoffed at the defense spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Tonks opened his eyes and hurried to the side of the Iron Mantra once again. It was impossible to prevent the life curse. She had to avoid it, or she would die.

"Hahahaha ... the master is the most powerful! Long live the Dark Lord!"

Bellatrix shouted shrillly, and released the next spell in the direction of Tonks' avoidance. For her, the burden of using the sox spell was not small, it was not a spell that could be cast continuously.

The other members of the Order were pinned down, and even the elite Auror Kingsley Shaker was taken care of by several Death Eaters.

However, in such a critical situation, Tonks is not without means of counterattack.

When she saw the opponent attacked strongly and aggressively, she simply rolled again and hid in the bush. By the time Bellatrix cast two more spells on the bush, she had already moved in the other direction.

"Who!"

As she tried to poke the bushes out to try to knock Tonks back out, Bellatrix suddenly heard a whispering sound from the left hand side.

"It's me, Leicester."

A slightly muffled male voice rang from behind the tree over there, and then a big man with a large waist and a round waist suddenly came out.

"Gall? Why don't you fight there? Why run here?" Bellatrix asked sharply.

"Oh," Gaul said harshly, "I'll see if you need help."