Vol 2 Chapter 450: Before the game (modified)

"This is the memory Harry just handed to me, Ellen, you might as well take a look." Dumbledore put the memory he had just received from Harry into the surging penis.
Allen didn't refuse. Although he had heard Harry tell it, it would be better to see it with his own eyes.
When Allen came out of the basin, Dumbledore was pacing by the basin, and when he saw Alan, he stopped.
"Why did Harry and Voldemort get in touch? What do you think about this?" Dumbledore asked.
"Obviously, this is not just as simple as a nightmare, it's just that the nightmare won't cause Harry's scars." Allen sat back in his chair, using his words carefully.
"You're right," Dumbledore said softly, and sat down at the desk again. "That's not an ordinary scar. That unsuccessful spell connected Harry to him. I have a little thought, but I want to hear your opinion even more."
Allen sorted out his thoughts, "I only have one speculation, just speculation... I have seen introductions about Horcruxes. Judging from the state of Voldemort himself and the connection between him and Harry, I doubt He accidentally made Harry into one of his Horcruxes."
Neither of them spoke for a while. Dumbledore stared ahead, using the tip of his wand from time to time to take a silver thought from his temple and put it into the surging meditation basin.
"Dumbledore, you have put away that book since Tom Riddle, but this student still knows so much about the method of making Horcruxes, don't you worry that he will be the next one?" A slightly sly voice sounded Up.
"Thank you for your reminder, Phineas." Dumbledore stared at Alan seriously, and Alan looked back calmly. "I think Alan should understand the harm that comes after splitting the soul."
The two were silent again, and Dumbledore took out some thoughts from time to time.
"The last game is his last chance." Dumbledore said suddenly.
"Mr. Bagman once said that he would not let the Warriors go back empty-handed, so what is the reward?" Allen asked.
"This is the latest rule discussed by the organizing committee, but it has not yet been finalized. It is just that those pure-blood families donated six additional medals of different materials to be placed in the maze as a reward for the warriors." Dumbledore's pair The light blue eyes looked at the silver-white substance that was constantly rotating in the meditation basin, and with a tap of the magic wand, six medals appeared above the meditation basin.
Allen looked at them with interest. "I think Voldemort's most likely means is to secretly use this medal as a door key so that if Harry touches it, it will be passed to where they want him to go. First. The proposed pureblood family is the most suspicious and needs constant attention, because they are likely to have been instructed by Voldemort."
"It shouldn't be the champion medal." Dumbledore looked at Allen through the penis, with his peculiar penetrating gaze, "As far as the current ranking situation and the strength you show, they It should be expected that Harry can't be first. Then they should try to keep him fighting for second or third place."
"Now that we have the clues, it is better for us to pretend to be ignorant of him." Allen took out a communication medal on the H94 uniform from the pocket of his robe. "This medal can be used for positioning and communication, and I will also take it. Give Harry one, but not now. Harry hasn't learned Occlumency, so it's easy to be spotted. I won't give it to him until before the game."
A box of brightly colored candies flew in front of Allen, "Cool sour fruit, you will experience a different kind of excitement." Dumbledore blinked mischievously.
However, Allen didn't reach for it. He thought of Ron's tongue being burned through a hole because of eating cool sour fruit. Allen didn't want to taste such an exciting taste.
In Dumbledore's habit, taking out food to find the little wizard often means that when I talked about it, Alan knew he should go. He stood up and said goodbye, and Dumbledore also stood up.
"Ellen, do you know where the eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest are?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.
"Did you teach the ancient magic to protect Harry Potter before their accident?"
After finally entering June, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again. Everyone is looking forward to the last competition to be held one week before the holiday.
Harry practiced spells whenever he had time. He felt more confident than the previous two. Although this game is definitely full of dangers, but this time he was notified in advance and had the opportunity to make some preparations.
Professor McGonagall always bumped into Harry practicing everywhere in the school, so she allowed him to use the transformation classroom during lunch time. Harry quickly mastered the obstacle curse, which can stop the attacker; the smashing curse, which can blow up solid obstacles; and the directional curse that Hermione found and gave him, which can make his wand point to the north, so that he is in In the maze, you can judge whether the direction is right or not. But he hadn't fully mastered the iron armor curse, which could temporarily form an invisible wall around him, but it was a pity that Hermione cleverly cast a soft leg curse to break it. Harry walked around the room limping for ten minutes before she found the spell.
Not only him, except for Alan, who has been immersed in the study of the curse of the devil and unable to extricate himself after consulting the curse of the ancient Milos area in the tower collection, all the warriors are studying various types of combat and guidance. Curse.
This even brought up the enthusiasm of the entire Hogwarts to learn the curse. Professor Flitwick would be surrounded by studious wizards every time he left get out of class, but the good-tempered professor obviously enjoyed it very much. He took the trouble to explain the curse. Waving a stick and pronunciation skills, I am delighted for the little wizards' progress.
On the day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively. A screech owl sent Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice on the newspaper.
"What's the matter?" Harry asked, staring at her.
"Nothing." Hermione hurriedly tried to hide the newspaper~EbookFREE.me~ it wrote to me, right? "Harry asked.
But before Harry offered to read the newspaper, Seamus, who was sitting at the same table with Ron, called out.
Seeing Harry looking at him, he said uncomfortably: "What the newspaper says is correct, you are really a snake-like voice, and your scars really hurt so much that you faint."
"But Harry is not insane. We are in a dormitory, and others are talking nonsense, don't you know?" Ron beside him retorted with a sneer.
Harry reached out to Seamus, and Seamus handed him the newspaper.
As soon as Harry opened it, he saw his own photo, and the caption was clearly visible:
Harry Potter
-Upset, emotionally dangerous
The boy who defeated the mysterious man was emotionally unstable and could be quite dangerous. Special reporter Rita Skeeter reports. Recently, there has been amazing evidence that Harry Potter’s strange behavior has been disclosed, which makes people wonder whether he is suitable for participating in a difficult competition such as the Triwizard Tournament, or even for attending Hogwarts...
"Harry, this is nonsense, I have to post it today! Don't be affected." Hermione persuaded worriedly.
"It's okay, I will pass the level smoothly." Harry folded the newspaper and said lightly.
Professor McGonagall walked towards them along Gryffindor's table.
"Potter, the Warriors gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.
"But the game didn't start until night!" Harry accidentally spilled the fried egg on him, thinking he had remembered the time incorrectly.
"I know, Potter," Professor McGonagall said. "The relatives of the Warriors have been invited to watch the finals. You can meet each other."
She walked away. Harry quickly swallowed the food in his hands.