Chapter 268: Follow up
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Harry Potter’s Natural Villain
- 身中剧毒
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- 2021-03-02 06:11:05
"Go to Madam Pomfrey, this warrior is injured!"
Harry confusedly heard all kinds of exclamations and noisy sounds around his ears. He tried to open his eyelids as hard as he could, but found he was terrified and turned to sleep.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Ron shouted anxiously around Harry.
"I'm here." Dumbledore appeared in the crowd with his hands behind his back, and the rest immediately gave him a passage.
"Harry needs a rest. Move him to the infirmary first, Mrs. Pomfrey."
The head nurse nodded.
The messy venue became quiet at this time.
It was only then that people discovered that Dekam's principal Kakaroff in the referee seat had also disappeared.
In the Triwizard Tournament, the two principals disappeared for a while, but what happened?
People don't know.
Maybe they just happened to eat their stomachs and go to the toilet. Look, didn’t Dumbledore come back after the game?
"Are you all right? Draco." Pansy asked with concern. "At this time, Malfoy had already returned to the auditorium, sitting with Pansy and his parents.
Not long ago, he slowly walked out of the maze. When he saw that he had nothing in his hands, the students of Gryffindor immediately stood up and cheered.
His face was pale, and Pansy felt he was depressed because he lost the championship.
"He was just lucky," Pansy said comfortingly.
"Yeah, "his" luck" is really good," Malfoy murmured. He had just seen Dumbledore shook his head slightly in his direction, and his eyes were full of fatigue. It looks like the plan was successful.
"Baby. An unharmed is the best ending. You see, the other three people are not hurt." Narcissa also comforted her son, but didn't know that she was comforting in the wrong direction.
"Mom, I'm fine, I just feel a little sleepy." Malfoy clutched his forehead, looking a little sleepy.
"Then go back and rest." Narcissa said lovingly.
Alongside Booth Button's camp, Furong still looked at what happened under the field in a daze and confusion.
That Harry Potter just got the Goblet of Fire?
She didn't believe that Malfoy, who had always been so easy-going, would actually lose to the savior who was in vain.
When Malfoy appeared at the exit of the maze at that time, Furong thought that the championship had already been decided, but he didn't expect to hear Malfoy's decision to abandon the match.
There is no shadow of the goblet in his hand.
"It seems that our warriors really encountered many problems in the labyrinth." Ludo Bagman suddenly felt ashamed at the time, but he still had to restrain his mood and said that his voice was a little trembling, just No one noticed.
"Next, let us quietly wait for the return of the last warrior. Can Mr. Harry Potter from Hogwarts create a miracle and become the champion of this game? Or this time the top three There won’t be a champion in the cup? Let’s wait and see.
Bagman’s voice echoed across the field.
After waiting for everyone, Harry saw that he suddenly appeared in the middle of the grass with his face down, but he could vaguely see a cup-shaped object in his hand.
"The Potter Warriors from Hogwarts have now returned to our sight! It looks like he won the game!" Bagman said loudly.
The Gryffindor around the auditorium began to cheer loudly again, as if the sound could reach the sky.
"It seems that this 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." Mrs. Maxim was a little reluctant, but she still thanked Dumbledore very gracefully.
"Thank you, Mrs. Maxim." Dumbledore, who returned to the referee seat, nodded in response, but he couldn't see a little bit of pride and pride in his students, but heavier and heavier. Got up.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" A figure stumbled from not far away, and fell a few times in the process of ascending the stairs, making his face gray and dusty, and his face even dusty. A few pieces of skin were scratched.
"Kakalov?" Mrs. Maxim frowned and looked at the man in front of her. She had never had a good impression on the man, and now she was even more displeased after making such a demeanor.
"That person! That person! He really came back! He really came back Dumbledore, you must save me!" Kakarov shuddered and leaned in front of Dumbledore and grabbed Dumbledore's long arm said in horror.
"Which one?" Mrs. Maxim asked curiously, and then suddenly remembered that the three of them had a brief exchange and talked about something.
"Dumbledore, who is he talking about, is that person?" After Madam Maxim's question, her wide lips tightened and her eyes narrowed, as if she thought of something terrifying.
Shortly after Furong and Krum retired.
"Hiss." Ekakarov in the referee's seat took a breath, and he felt his arms start to exhale an amazing scalding sensation, burning his nerves.
But the physical pain was secondary, and the most desperate thing was the fear in his heart, the fear of waiting, the fear of hesitation.
This time the pain came more intensely than before, and an endless sense of fear rose from his heart. A voice in his heart told him: "That person really came back, are you going?"
But if he really went at that time and heeded the man's call, he would be an absolute stupid, leaving his life there, and perhaps still suffering endless torture before he can be freed.
"Yes, we can have a good talk tonight. Last time was short. I also know that I may not have convinced you completely, but today..."
"I believe, I believe!" Kakalov's curled goatee has become messy, his pupils are constricted, his hands clutching Dumbledore, interrupting Dumbledore's next words, as if he was It is the real life-saving straw. ,
He felt that he was really stupid~EbookFREE.me~ He had forgotten Dumbledore's advice for the last three games.
People do not feel urgency when they are not really facing danger.
The meeting of the three principals a year ago was still fresh in his memory for him at the time, because he felt that he himself was timid in front of Dumbledore and was quite ashamed.
Under the influence of Dumbledore's induced magic at that time, he realized the seriousness of the problem at that time, but then quickly left behind.
So much so that in the goblet of fire, he does not care about his own image, and uses various techniques.
In this situation, until the middle of the game progressed, his black mark on the body began to hurt, he did not converge, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter, and even privately found Snape to verify his conjecture.
Until today, his long-awaited master summoned them, and the black devil mark on his arm was burning and touching his nerves, and he really believed what Dumbledore said a year ago.
That's really not alarmist.