Chapter 270: Awake and doubts

Harry woke up from a lethargy and the smell of disinfectant water got into his nose, sneezing him, opening his eyes, and the white ceiling immediately caught his eyes.
"Professor Dumbledore!" The first thing he woke up was that he wanted to speak, but he found his throat seemed to be stuck, making no sound.
"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey immediately glanced at the sight, immediately turned away, and began to dispense medicine at a table.
Harry lay flat on the bed, and Yu Guang watched Madam Pomfrey's movements and added the potion to the crucible. The grunting bubbles were different from the usual bitter and pungent taste. Today's taste is still sweet and pleasant , And even want people to take a few more mouthfuls.
"Your throat may have been hurt. I don't know if it's a gravel or something scratched. It may not be able to speak for a while." Madam Pomfrey said to Harry, which only dispelled her thoughts.
"Drink it, you will feel better." Madam Pomfrey lifted Harry from the bed. "Yes, congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament. Your friends have seen you before. , A few boys and a girl."
Harry knew that Madam Pomfrey was talking about Hermione and Ron, and there should be several of his roommates.
"Oh, by the way, Professor Dumbledore said that if you wake up, I'm going to inform him immediately, you stay here, don't mess up, I will come back soon." Said, Madam Pomfrey Quickly left.
Only then did Harry have time to sort out his thoughts.
Is his experience an illusion?
No, the Goblet of Fire is now quietly placed next to his bedside table, and it can be reached by reaching out.
The cup seems to have been cleaned and wiped brightly, shining in the sunlight shining through the window and reflecting into his eyes.
"Does everyone know that Voldemort is resurrected?"
Harry couldn't help thinking of this, but he overturned this guess, and it seemed that she didn't know anything about Madam Pomfrey.
Harry remembered a long time ago, when someone unintentionally said the name of Voldemort, the teachers and students reacted. If they really knew that Voldemort was back, it would definitely not be the same as it is now.
Mrs. Pomfrey was still very usual.
Dumbledore should keep this matter secret.
The tall old man pushed open the door, and only he came in. Madam Pomfrey seemed to have stopped outside the threshold.
"I have some words to talk to Harry alone, is it okay?" The old man's voice came over
"Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Harry saw the white nurse hat wobbled, and he guessed she should nod.
Dumbledore walked straight to Harry's side, transformed a chair from behind him, and did it.
"Professor!" Harry struggled to stand up, but felt his bones were broken up, and he would feel painful when he moved.
"Let's lie down, Harry." Dumbledore stared at Harry with his blue eyes, a sense of relief emerged from his heart, and it seemed that Voldemort's problem was no longer so urgent.
"Well... this is a tedious thing. It may take a long time to start from the beginning. Before that, I will first apologize to you, Harry."
"Resume as before!" Dumbledore's spell sounded like a bell, and he pointed his wand at Harry's throat.
A white, gentle light flashed through, and Harry found that the congestion in his throat suddenly disappeared.
"Your throat is not injured, and you can speak normally, these are just some small hands and feet I move-because I hope you can temporarily keep secret what you see."
"Okay, Professor." Harry temporarily put down his thoughts about Dumbledore's reasons, and obediently agreed that even if he was confused, he could only temporarily suppress his cat-like feeling.
Dumbledore suddenly raised his wand again, raised it over his head, and tapped around the room a few times.
"Well, our conversation still needs to be kept secret." Dumbledore said.
"Voldemort is born again. What you experienced in the top three is not an illusion, nor an accident, but a conspiracy against you."
"I know now," Moody's "Professor should have given you a lot of help during the game, right? Harry?"
"Yes... yes, Professor." Harry stuttered in response, cheating was known to make him uncomfortable.
However, Dumbledore did not struggle with it, but continued.
"Then you know the result, he didn’t mean to put you to death, or to put him to death in the game, but wanted you to get a "winner" and get the goblet of fire-that is, the door key, oh right By the way, that Professor Moody is also a fake"
"Why did he spend so much time?" Harry asked, and at the same time he was afraid for a while: "Crazy-eyed Hammoudi is a fake?"
"The only thing I could know a while ago was that they had a conspiracy to take advantage of you, probably related to Voldemort’s resurrection. He might be superstitious-where to destroy and where to rebirth, of course, these are all It’s my guess, what the truth is, I don’t know.

"Shortly before the start of the third project, the counterfeit showed its feet in a detailed place, so we finally caught him and used a little spit on him, and he confessed all of them."
"But unfortunately, we only know that the plan has something to do with you, and we did not force the question of the exit key, otherwise I will not let this game continue, because it is not just your safety, the other three warriors may also So killed"
"The counterfeit came awake when he was about to spit out the relevant information. Perhaps his loyalty to Voldemort overwhelmed the effectiveness of the authentic agent, or it may be that the dose of the authentic agent was not enough. In short, we did not know By their final plan, they only knew where Voldemort chose to resurrect.
"He committed suicide immediately after he was awake. I didn't have time to stop it." 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 door key."
"I can only go to the place where Little Crouch said-Little Hungerton, after all, even if it is me, without reason, there is no reason to interrupt the game and command Auror."
"I can’t understand what happened afterwards. Voldemort regained his body before you were transported to this position by the door key. I appeared to fight with him, and your appearance disrupted my plan. , I know their real purpose."
"Has his plan failed?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Maybe." Dumbledore's voice was a little dry. "At least you are safe, isn't it? Harry."
"I dragged your hind legs." Harry said in reproach.
"No, you have done a good job, showing the courage and wisdom of a Gryffindor." Dumbledore praised.
"That thing?" Harry asked tentatively.
"I will tell you at the right time, there may be other things that need to be solved together, and before that, I hope you can keep it secret, can you promise me? Harry?" Dumbledore's sincere request To.
"Okay, Professor." Harry replied
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This is the end of the Triwizard Tournament. The result of the competition is beyond everyone's expectations, but it seems reasonable. No one knows where the long river of fate will flow after a naughty turn.
Some people are happy about this result and some are sad.
In a few days, it will be the award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament, and the students of Gryffindor are looking forward to it,
Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament and won honors for their academy, so the Gryffindor Academy Cup was almost firmly in hand.
He was soon discharged from the hospital. He didn't have any serious injuries. At most, he had some skin trauma, and at most he had a few more days of rehabilitation.
"Seriously, I really admire you, Harry." Ron at the side of the table said heartily, happy for his friend.
That night, in the Gryffindor lounge, they were having a celebration for Harry’s championship, and a variety of snacks were piled up on the table as a hill, whether on the ceiling or the surface of the fireplace , With scarlet ribbons on them, the Weasley brothers happily raised their mugs of butter beer in their hands, and circled around Harry, laughing and making fun.
"I want to know how you won and how did you pass the heavy levels? Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry with some doubt, and didn't seem to be happy about Harry's victory, or that she Until the doubt is answered, it cannot be done.
Hermione felt all this was abnormal.
First of all, Furong and Krumm were out of succession. They seemed to have encountered irresistible difficulties, or to set the level against their respective weaknesses.
Failure is acceptable, but such a rapid defeat makes her very incomprehensible.
The performance of the first two projects was equally excellent. Why did the third project fail as quickly as it was targeted?
This question may only be answered by Dumbledore. The strange bifurcations are naturally to protect them and to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan.
The expected "drug lead" did not appear, what the furious Voldemort would do, no one would know, even Dumbledore was very unlikely to be rescued, and it was naturally understandable to do so. Of course, the kindhearted principal would not allow this Kind of sacrifice.
Then Malfoy, Shi Shiran appeared at the entrance of the maze. When everyone thought he won the championship, he found that he was making a retirement statement. According to the reason he gave, he encountered an insurmountable situation. Difficulties, but from his face he could not see the slightest bit of frustration because of being trapped.
This was even more anomalous, and she was lost in thought as the students in the same school around her started cheering Harry in advance.
If he knew that it was too easy, he would be suspected, and maybe Malfoy would spend more time in it, and then make himself embarrassed.
At that time, only Harry remained in the labyrinth. No one competed with him. In other words, as long as he could persevere, he would win the championship.
She didn't like to splash cold water on others, but during the course of Harry's participation, she was so lucky that she was so fortunate that she was so scared.
It seems that there is a pusher in the midst of helping him.
In the first project, he obtained information from Hagrid. She firmly believed Hagrid would not harm Harry. If it was used by others, but the warriors of several other schools were clearly prepared. This doubt can be It is temporarily ruled out, but the doubts of the following several projects cannot really be ignored.
Before the second project, Harry also did not know where to get information about the game, and he was very certain that his absolute trust in that person made Hermione suspicious.
Coupled with the accident involving Mr. Crouch halfway, this is the most suspicious point. Since the first project ended, the senior official from the Ministry of Magic seems to have evaporated in the world, and everything is left to power. Ron's brother Percy dealt with it and never showed up. After that, some clues were generated, but the truth was even more confusing.
There is a third project, the most confusing thing is-the way Harry came out of the maze.
It was like a door key. It fell from the sky. She experienced the feeling of turning around when she went to watch the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys during the holiday, because it was the first time to use the door key~EbookFREE.me ~She was very uncomfortable with Harry at the time, so she was impressed.
And why did Harry fall into a coma after receiving the Goblet of Fire, and then did he encounter any unknown danger?
Previously, for the sake of the game, Hermione strongly suppressed her curiosity and tried to avoid disturbing Harry's game.
But now I have to ask.
She was prepared to find out the truth bit by bit. Hermione now has enough mind to deal with these things. After all, the final exam is now over.
"Um...this." Harry said a little.
"Yes, talk about your experience, I guess it must be quite thrilling, we are also curious!" The students around started to coax, and they were also curious about what happened in the maze, and they expected to hear Harry all the way. The story of passing through.
"Could it be another day?" Harry said weakly. He promised Dumbledore not to disclose a little information about the process of the third project.
"Oh, okay." The other students looked a little disappointed in Harry's eyes, and Hermione frowned.
"Yeah, let's talk about it another day." Or Ron came out to make a round. "It's a celebration when you celebrate, forget everything, don't you?"
"Yeah, there is not much time for everyone to get together, and ask in private if you are interested." The Weasley brothers said in unison.
So Gryffindor students quickly fell into a warm atmosphere.
Harry's excuses made Hermione's uneasiness deeper.
Harry felt that Hermione's staring at him made him hairy, but he couldn't reveal it to her at all.
Keeping secrets is really a painful thing. He now only hopes that Dumbledore will make the truth as public as possible, so that he no longer has to endure this kind of "torture".