"Go to Madam Pomfrey, this warrior is injured!"
Harry dazedly heard all kinds of exclamations and noisy voices around his ears. He tried to open his eyelids, but found the heavy and scary, and fell asleep again.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Ron shouted anxiously, surrounding Harry.
"Here I am." Dumbledore appeared behind the crowd with his hands behind his back, and the rest of the people immediately made way for him.
"Harry needs to rest, move him to the infirmary first, Madam Pomfrey."
The head nurse nodded.
The messy place became quiet at this moment.
It was only then that people discovered that Durmstrang's principal, Karkaroff, had also disappeared from the referee's bench.
During the Triwizard Tournament, the two principals disappeared for a while at the same time. What happened
People don't know.
Maybe they just happened to have a bad stomach and went to the toilet. Look, didn't Dumbledore come back after the game
"Are you okay, Draco?" Pansy asked with concern. At this time, Malfoy had already sat back in the auditorium, sitting with Pansy and his parents.
Not long ago, he walked out of the maze by himself, and when he saw that he had nothing in his hand, the Gryffindor students immediately stood up and cheered.
His face was pale, and Pansy thought he was depressed because he lost the championship.
"He's just lucky," Pansy said reassuringly.
"Yeah, "his" luck" is really good" Malfoy murmured, he just saw Dumbledore shaking his head slightly in his direction, his eyes were full of tiredness, no matter how hard he looked It looks like the plan has succeeded.
"Honey. It's the best ending to be safe and sound. You see, none of the other three got hurt." Narcissa was also comforting her son, but she didn't know that she was comforting in the wrong direction.
"Mom, I'm fine, I just feel a little sleepy." Malfoy covered his forehead, making a troubled look.
"Then go back and rest." Narcissa said lovingly.
Beauxbaton's camp on the side, Furong still looked at what happened off the field in astonishment and bewilderment.
That's how Harry Potter got the Goblet of Fire
She couldn't believe that Malfoy, who had always been so comfortable, would lose to that savior who had no name.
When Malfoy appeared at the exit of the maze, Fleur thought the champion had already been decided, but what she didn't expect to hear was Malfoy's decision to abandon the match.
There was no shadow of the Goblet of Fire in his hand.
"It seems that our warriors really encountered a lot of problems in the maze." Ludo Bagman at that time was in a state of distress, but he still had to restrain himself and forced himself to say, his voice was a little trembling, but No one noticed.
"Next, let us quietly wait for the return of the last warrior. Can Mr. Harry Potter from Hogwarts perform a miracle and become the champion of this competition? There will be no champion in the Cup? Please let us wait and see." Bagman's voice echoed over the arena.
After waiting for a while, everyone present saw Harry suddenly appear in the middle of the grass with his face down, but he could vaguely see a cup-shaped object in his hand.
"The Potter warrior from Hogwarts has now returned to our sight! It seems that he won this competition!" Bagman said loudly.
The Gryffindors around the auditorium began to cheer loudly again, and their voices seemed to be able to soar into the sky.
"It seems that the warrior has suffered some injuries, and the medical staff will treat him soon. We may soon know the ins and outs of this game."
"Congratulations, Dumbledore." Madame Maxime was a little reluctant, but she still thanked Dumbledore in a gracious manner.
"Thank you, Madame Maxime." Dumbledore returned to the referee's seat and nodded in response, but there was no trace of joy on his face that was proud of his student, but he became more and more serious. up.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" A figure stumbled over from not far away. He fell several times in the process of going up the steps. A few pieces of skin were scratched.
"Karkaroff?" Madam Maxim frowned and looked at the man in front of her. She had never had a good impression of this man, and now she was even more displeased after making such a loss of demeanor.
"That man! That man! He's really back! He's really back Dumbledore, you must save me!" Karkaroff tremblingly leaned in front of Dumbledore, grabbed Dumbledore said in horror with his long arms.
"Which person?" Madam Maxim asked curiously, and then suddenly remembered that the three of them had a short exchange before and talked about something.
"Dumbledore, who is he talking about? Is that person?" After Madame Maxime finished her question, her wide lips were immediately tightened, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, as if thinking of something extremely terrifying.
Shortly after Fleur and Klum withdrew.
"Hiss." Ekakalov on the referee's bench took a breath, and he felt an astonishing hot feeling from his arm again, burning his nerves.
But the physical pain is secondary, what makes him most desperate is the fear in his heart, the fear of waiting, the fear of hesitation.
This time the pain was more intense than ever before, endless fear surged from his heart, and a voice in his heart told him: "That person has really returned, do you want to go?"
But at that time, if he had really gone and obeyed that person's call, he would be an out-and-out fool, and he would have left his life there, and perhaps he would have endured endless torture before he could be freed.
"Yes, we can have a good talk tonight. The time last time was short. I also know that I may not have convinced you completely, but today..."
"I believe, I believe!" Karkaroff's curly goatee had become messy, his pupils shrank, and he grabbed Dumbledore tightly with both hands, interrupting Dumbledore's next words, as if he A real lifesaver. ,
He felt that he was so stupid that he forgot Dumbledore's advice for the Triwizard Cup match.
People don't have a sense of urgency when they don't really face danger.
The meeting of the three principals a year ago was still fresh in his memory at that time, because he felt that he himself was shy in front of Dumbledore, which was quite embarrassing.
At that time, under the influence of Dumbledore's inductive magic, he realized the seriousness of the problem at that time, but quickly put it behind him.
So much so that he didn't care about his own image in the Goblet of Fire, and used various low-level methods.
In this situation, it wasn't until halfway through the game that the Dark Mark on his body began to ache, that he calmed down a bit, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter, and even went to find Snape in private to verify his conjecture.
Until today, when his long-lost master summoned them, and the Dark Mark on his arm burned his nerves, he truly believed what Dumbledore said a year ago.
That's really not alarmist talk.