Joyous Jun's Own Opinion

Because he has a better plan.

When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I'm going to invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch for the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, the warriors and Mr. Bagman are invited to the stadium." He squeezed Looking at his long silver-white beard, he said in a thick voice.

The four warriors entered the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable.A twenty-foot hedge bordered the edge of the field.There is a gap in front of them, and that is the entrance to this great labyrinth.The passage inside is dark and a bit scary.

Five minutes later, crowds began to pour into the stands.Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps.The sky was a clear dark blue now, and the stars began to appear, and Professors Moody, McGonagall, and Flitwick walked into the playing field, toward Bagman and the warriors.They all had bright red stars on their hats.

"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and we will have someone to help you, understand?"

With the level of Hogwarts professors, it is still enough to deal with most unexpected situations.

The three warriors nodded together at this moment.

"Okay, you guys go first!" Bagman happily said to the four patrol members.

Ladies and gentlemen, the final event of the Triwizard Tournament begins!Let me report the current score, Harry Potter - 89 points, Hogwarts school! The applause and cheers startled the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.

"Fleur Delacour—No.3, 86 points, Beauxbaton College!"

"Wildo Klum—No.2, 88 points, Demsrant Academy!"

As soon as they entered the maze, the roaring cheers outside were blocked, and could no longer reach the ears of the warriors. It should be due to the effect of magic.

The tall hedges cast black shadows on the path, whether because of the height and density of the hedges, or because they were also enchanted.

Li Luo walked gently in the maze. No one knew that he had come here, otherwise the game would not be able to go on. He looked at the traps around him, and passed them easily like a wandering spirit, without touching a single point. .

When he walked past the sphinx, the terrifying sphinx bowed his head in submission; when he walked past the manticore, the violent and mindless beast kept retreating.

Finally, he came to the place where the trophy was. Looking at the trophy that had been transformed into a portkey, Li Luo gently waved the magic wand in his hand to make things more interesting, right?Don't you all want to know my purpose?Then get ready for my test.

Li Luo's figure gradually blurred, and the three warriors, or the three pawns, had already started fighting as some people expected.

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ps: I haven't coded for many days, watching the amount of manuscripts slowly disappear, trembling!Fear!fear!

Chapter 35 Of course the end

Harry was walking alone on the empty road at high speed. Ever since he chose the last fork at the first intersection, he began the exhausting journey of escape.

The dense hedges swayed constantly under the blowing of the cold wind, making a rustling sound when they collided, bringing a chilly atmosphere.

The maze was getting darker every minute. At this time, the sky above Harry's head turned a slightly chaotic dark blue. Before, he could still see some vision of the future, but now it was sharply compressed, limited to In a very narrow distance, it seems that there is a layer of fog constantly spreading in the maze.

A whistling wind suddenly blew from Harry's back, as if something was rapidly approaching.Then knocked the wand in his hand into the air.

It's Wildo Klum!

At this time, the German from Demsrant had a cruel smile on his face, and the magic wand in his hand had a miserable green light.

"Harry Potter, my lord has asked me to bring you greetings, greetings from death." This famous Quidditch player finally became Voldemort's vassal, which is not a strange thing at all. It has always been the custom of dark wizards.

"What a surprise, the final ending is between you and me, but Krum, what a pity." Facing the threat of Wildo Krum, Harry didn't care at all and turned around instead. Looking at the ring on his hand, he said gracefully.

But Wildo Krum didn't have the habit of talking nonsense, and a miserable green light shot out from his wand, flying straight towards Harry.

But this killing curse with a greeting of death was blocked by a pitch-black barrier.

"It's a pity that Quidditch has lost an excellent player! Hahaha!" Harry Potter showed a crazy smile, and then a scythe appeared in his hand. Cut off his head in the eyes.

The cloak of death fell on Harry, and he walked towards the trophy with the scythe on his shoulder.

At this time, his eyes moved to the trophy that was close at hand.In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself walking out of the maze holding it.He held up the tri-wild cup high, hearing the cheers of the crowd; he saw the admiration on Qiu's face, more clearly than ever... Then the illusion disappeared, and when he realized it, he had already held took this cup.

The instant he grabbed the handle, Harry felt a jerk behind his navel.His legs left the ground, but he couldn't let go of the Triwizard Cup, which dragged him forward amidst howling winds and swirling colors.

And at that moment, he saw someone, someone he knew well, Professor Sephiroth, and Harry realized that he was still too young.

A feeling of dizziness came from his nerves, he felt his stomach churning, as if he was about to vomit at any moment, and his ears were hurt by the sharp wind.

After a while, he felt his feet hitting the ground, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground after rolling a few times on the ground, and finally let go of the Triwizard Cup.He raised his head and looked around, only to find a few dead trees, and the ground was also piled up with clods of gravel.

Then he heard an extremely cruel and penetrating voice not far away, and Harry even heard a little joy in it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A dark green light and shadow shot towards his position impartially.

Harry's mind was blank at this moment, he didn't know why he appeared here, and then the fear between life and death suddenly came to his mind, his spine felt chills, and the back of his head trembled crazily, He wanted to struggle to get up and run away, avoiding the green light, but suddenly found that his legs were no longer under his own control.

because of fear.

The scar on his head ached sharply.He had never felt such severe pain in his life.The wand slipped to the ground, and he covered his face with his hands, and fell to the ground with his legs bent. He couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head seemed to burst. Which direction did it come from?

His pair of dark green eyes, lost in spirit and sinking into despair, reflected a dark green light that symbolized the god of death, and then the light spot became bigger and bigger, getting closer and closer, until it wanted to take his life away.

All of a sudden, the old trees beside Harry suddenly moved. The thick branches suddenly pressed down, flexibly bent, circled, drew an elegant arc, and shoveled from Harry's body with incomparable precision. However, the flexible branch rolled him into the air, and the whole movement was done in one go, helping Harry escape the fatal blow.

Harry was suspended in this way, half suspended in the air. At this moment, his pain eased a little, and then he saw the situation on the ground clearly with some dim light.

He found that he was now in a large cemetery, surrounded by tall and short tombstones of different styles, which seemed to be made of marble.

He was hanging upside down, looking down at the tombstone in front of him. He struggled to identify the content carved on it: It was written neatly with himself: Tom Riddle.

Only then did he feel that his vision had completely recovered.