Harry woke up from a coma, the smell of disinfectant entered his nose, making him sneeze, and when he opened his eyes, the white ceiling came into his eyes immediately.
"Professor Dumbledore!" The first thing he did when he woke up was to speak, but he found that his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make a sound.
"Are you awake?" Upon seeing this, Madam Pomfrey immediately came over to take a look, then turned around and left, and began to prepare potions in front of a table.
Harry lay flat on the bed, watching Madam Pomfrey's movements from the corner of his eye, adding the potion to the cauldron, bubbling and bubbling, different from the usual bitter and pungent taste, today's taste is still sweet and pleasant People, even want to make people take a few more sips.
"Your throat may have been hurt a bit, maybe it was scratched by gravel or something sharp, and you may not be able to speak for a while." Madam Pomfrey said to Harry, and Harry gave up his thoughts of speaking.
"Drink it, you will feel better." Madam Pomfrey helped Harry up from bed, "By the way, congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament, your friends have all visited you before Well, a few boys and a girl."
Harry knew that Madam Pomfrey was referring to Hermione and Ron, and probably some of his roommates.
"Oh, by the way, Professor Dumbledore said that if you wake up, I will notify him immediately. You stay here and don't move around. I will be back soon." Madam Pomfrey said Quickly left.
Harry now had time to gather his thoughts.
Was his experience a hallucination
No, the Goblet of Fire is now quietly placed beside his bedside table, within reach of his hand.
The body of the cup seemed to have been cleaned and polished, shining in the sunlight coming in through the window, reflecting into his eyes.
"Does everyone know that Voldemort is back?"
Harry couldn't help thinking this way, but overturned this guess, looking at Madam Pomfrey's appearance, it seemed that she still didn't know anything about it.
Harry remembered the reaction of teachers and students a long time ago when someone accidentally said Voldemort's name. If they really knew that Voldemort was back, it would definitely not be like this.
Madam Pomfrey was still very normal.
Dumbledore should have kept this matter a secret.
The tall old man pushed open the door, and he was the only one who came in. Madam Pomfrey seemed to have stopped outside the threshold.
"I have something to say to Harry alone, is that okay?" the old man's voice came over
"Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Harry saw the white nurse's cap sway, and he guessed it was her who nodded.
Dumbledore walked straight to Harry's side, conjured a chair from behind him, and made it.
"Professor!" Harry struggled to stand up, but felt that all his bones were falling apart, and his heart ached when he moved.
"Lie down, Harry." Dumbledore stared at Harry with his blue eyes, and a sense of reassurance came from the bottom of his heart, as if Voldemort's question was no longer so urgent
"Well... this is a very cumbersome matter, and it may take a long time to start from the beginning. Before that, I first want to apologize to you, Harry."
"Back to the original!" Dumbledore's spell rang like a bell, and he pointed his wand at Harry's throat.
A white and gentle light flashed, and Harry found that the blockage in his throat disappeared immediately.
"Your throat is not injured, and you can speak normally. These are just some small hands and feet I moved—because I want you to keep what you saw temporarily secret."
"Okay, Professor." Harry temporarily put aside the idea of asking Dumbledore why, and obediently agreed, no matter how confused he was, he could only temporarily suppress his cat-scratching mood.
Dumbledore suddenly raised his wand again at this moment, raised it above his head, and tapped it around the room a few times.
"Well, our next conversation still needs to be kept secret," said Dumbledore.
"Voldemort has been reborn. What you experienced in the Triwizard Cup was not a hallucination, nor was it an accident. It was a conspiracy against you."
"I know now, too," said Moody. "Professor should have helped you a lot during the game, didn't he, Harry?"
"Yes... yes, Professor." Harry stammered in response, uncomfortable being known about his cheating.
However, Dumbledore did not dwell on this, but continued.
"Then you know the result, he didn't want to put you to death, or in the game, but wanted you to "win" and get the Goblet of Fire—that is, the Portkey, oh, right , that Professor Moody is a fake too"
"Why did he go to all this trouble?" Harry asked, feeling a twinge of dread: "Is Mad-Eye Moody a fake?"
"The only thing I was able to know not so long ago was that they had a plot to use you, probably related to the resurrection of Voldemort himself. My speculation, what the truth is, I don't know."
"Shortly before the start of the third event, the impostor gave away in one detail, so we ended up catching him, giving him a little Veritaserum, and he confessed to it all."
"But unfortunately, we only know that the plan is related to you, and we didn't press the question of the exit key, otherwise I would not let this game continue, because not only your safety, but also the other three warriors may die as a result"
"The impostor came to his senses when he was about to reveal the relevant information. Maybe his loyalty to Voldemort overwhelmed the potency of Veritaserum, or maybe the dose of Veritaserum itself was not enough. In short, we don't know As far as their final plans are concerned, only the hiding place Voldemort has chosen to be resurrected is known."
"He committed suicide immediately after waking up, and I didn't have time to stop him." Dumbledore shook his head.
"I thought he would choose to take you away, but I didn't expect him to choose the method of transforming the Goblet of Fire into a Portkey."
"I can only go to the position that Crouch Jr. said by myself - Hangleton Jr. After all, even if it is me, I have no reason to interrupt the game and command the Aurors."
"I can't understand what happened after that. Voldemort regained his body before you were transported to this location by the Portkey. I appeared and fought with him. Then your appearance disrupted my plan. , I know their real purpose."
"Has his plan failed?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Perhaps." Dumbledore's voice was dry. "At least you're safe, aren't you, Harry?"
"I was the one who dragged you down." Harry blamed himself.
"No, you have done a good job, showing the courage and wisdom of a Gryffindor." Dumbledore praised.
"What about that?" Harry asked tentatively.
"I will tell you when the time is right, and there may be other things that need to be resolved together, but before that, I hope you can keep it a secret, promise me, Harry?" Dumbledore asked sincerely arrive.
"Okay, Professor," Harry replied.
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The Triwizard Tournament ended like this. The result of the competition was beyond everyone's expectations, but it seemed reasonable. No one knows where the long river of fate will flow after a naughty turn.
Some people are happy about this result, while others are sad.
In a few days, it will be the awards ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament, and the Gryffindor students are waiting eagerly.
Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament, honoring their house, and Gryffindor's House Cup was almost secure.
He was also discharged from the hospital soon. He didn't have any serious injuries, at most it was some skin trauma, and he was recuperating for a few days at most.
"Honestly, I admire you so much, Harry," said Ron from the side of the table heartily, happy for his friend.
That night, in the Gryffindor lounge, they were having a celebration party for Harry's championship. All kinds of snacks were piled up on the table, whether it was on the ceiling or on the surface of the fireplace. , were all pasted with scarlet ribbons, and the Weasley brothers giggled and held up cups filled with butterbeer in their hands, circled around Harry, laughing and playing.
"I would like to know how you won, and how did you pass the many levels? Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry with some doubts, she didn't seem to be happy for Harry's victory, or she It cannot be done until the doubts are answered.
Hermione found this all very strange.
First, Fleur and Krum were eliminated one after another. They seemed to encounter irresistible difficulties, or barriers set for their respective weaknesses.
Failure was acceptable, but she couldn't understand it so quickly.
They performed equally well in the first two projects. Why did they fail quickly in the third project, as if they were targeted
Perhaps only Dumbledore can answer this question for her. Those strange forks are naturally to protect them and ensure the smooth implementation of the plan.
The expected "drug introduction" did not appear, and no one would know what the furious Voldemort would do. Even Dumbledore might not be able to rescue him. Naturally, there is nothing wrong with doing this, and the kind-hearted headmaster would certainly not allow this kind of sacrifice.
Then there was Malfoy, who appeared at the entrance of the maze unceremoniously. When everyone thought he had won the championship, they discovered that he had made a withdrawal statement. According to the reason he gave, he encountered an insurmountable However, from his face, there was no trace of frustration caused by being stumped.
This was even more abnormal, when the students from the same school around her started to cheer for Harry in advance, but she fell into deep thought.
If he had known earlier that he would be suspected if he was too relaxed, maybe Malfoy would have stayed in there for a little longer and made himself a little more embarrassed.
At that time, Harry was the only one left in the labyrinth, and no one was competing with him. In other words, as long as he persisted, he could win the championship.
She didn't like to pour cold water on others, but during Harry's participation in the competition, he was so lucky along the way, so lucky that it was frightening.
It seems that there is a pusher helping him in the dark.
The first item was the information he got from Hagrid. She firmly believed that Hagrid would not harm Harry. Temporarily ruled out, but the doubts of the next few projects can no longer be ignored.
Before the second project, Harry also did not know where to get the information about the game, and he was very sure. His absolute trust in that person made Hermione doubtful.
Coupled with the accident related to Mr. Crouch in the middle, this is the most suspicious point. After the end of the first project, the senior official from the Ministry of Magic seemed to have evaporated, and everything was left to the Ron's brother Percy dealt with it and never showed up again. Afterwards, some clues were finally produced, which made the truth even more confusing.
There's a third item, and that's the most puzzling one - the way Harry got out of the maze.
It was very much like a portkey, falling from the sky. She had felt the spinning feeling when she went to watch the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys during the holidays. Because it was the first time to use the portkey, she and Harry It seemed extremely uncomfortable, so she was impressed by it.
And why did Harry fall into a coma after getting the Goblet of Fire, and did he encounter some unknown danger afterwards
Previously, for the sake of the competition, Hermione suppressed her curiosity and tried to avoid interfering with Harry's competition.
But now I have to ask.
She was going to find the truth bit by bit, and Hermione had enough mind to deal with these things now, after all, the final exam was over now.
"Um... this." Harry was at a loss for words.
"Yes, tell me about your experience, I guess it must be quite thrilling, and we are also very curious!" The students around began to boo, they were also full of curiosity about what happened in the maze, and they expected to hear Harry's journey. The story of passing the battle.
"Could it be another day?" Harry asked weakly. He promised Dumbledore not to reveal any information about the process of the third project competition.
"Oh, okay." The other students looked at Harry with disappointment, while Hermione frowned.
"Yes, let's talk about it another day." Ron came out to smooth things over, "When you celebrate, you have to revel and forget everything, don't you?"
"That's right, we don't have much time to get together, so if you're interested, ask in private." The Weasley brothers said in unison.
So the Gryffindor students quickly fell into a lively atmosphere.
Harry's prevarication made Hermione feel more uneasy.
Harry thought the way Hermione was staring at him made him a little creepy, but he couldn't tell her anything about it.
Keeping a secret is really a painful thing, and now he only hopes that Dumbledore can make the truth as public as possible, so that he doesn't have to endure this "torture" anymore.