The raindrops hit their heads and made them hurt.
The lightning disappeared and the vision returned to darkness.
The chill that came from their internal organs froze their bodies stiff.
That moment just now...
Is it an illusion?
When did such a dangerous and cruel dark wizard appear in Great Britain?
With a loud rumble, another flash of lightning appeared.
Once again, the small space was illuminated. It was still the same person, the same corpses scattered all over the ground, and the dead baby looked as stiff and cold as them.
Not an illusion.
"Gulp!" The sound of them swallowing their saliva was particularly clear amid the noisy sound of falling rain.
They are officials of the Office for the Suppression of the Misuse of Magic.
This matter should have been handled by the "Reversal of Accidental Magic Team", but the scale of the weather spell was too large, covering the entire town, and the Aurors all went to Hogwarts.
This task fell on them.
"Weather spell" is not a very dangerous kind of magical event, but it is very troublesome. It usually appears indoors - most wizards will cast weather spells on the ceiling in their homes.
It rarely appears outdoors, but once it does, it is almost certain that it is the magical power of the little wizard.
That's why.
The two of them volunteered because they didn't want to stay in the boring Ministry of Magic on night duty.
It’s just a weather spell, how big of a problem could it be?
Now……
They just want to slap themselves hard.
What is the Lord doing?
Why did you have to take on the job when there were so many other things to do? Who else in the Ministry of Magic would be as eager to get a job as the two of them? Why not just take advantage of the situation? This is karma!
If you take the initiative to work, you will be punished by heaven and earth!
At this moment, they deeply understood what their predecessors had told them.
If I could go back alive, as for work...it's up to me!
Rainwater washes away.
They looked at each other. Even in such a dim light, they could see each other's eyes clearly and understand the messages in each other's eyes.
They nodded heavily.
After a moment.
One of them ran back the way he came.
Another raised his wand: "Listen, dark wizards inside, we are not afraid of you!"
"We are the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Just surrender!"
Pah--
The man who ran backwards fell to the ground.
He turned around in panic and looked at his companion in surprise. In this situation, how dare you say such words?
He was a vicious dark wizard who killed at least dozens of people, including a baby.
Is he afraid of the Ministry?
Normal people wouldn’t be afraid, so how could they be afraid of such an evil dark wizard?
Finished!
I really can't survive!
Harry waved his wand, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning gradually subsided, and he then chanted the spell "Lumos".
Fluorescent light.
The corpses and babies were covered with a pale, ash-like coating.
There was no sound of rain and everything was silent, which seemed even more eerie.
"You, what do you want to do?" The person lying on the ground was struggling, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't get up. The person who was standing was trembling, his feet slipped in the mud, and he fell down.
"I'm telling you, we're from the Ministry of Magic!"
"Professor Dumbledore's student."
"You should know Professor Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard. He defeated two Dark Lords!"
"Oh, and Mr. Potter, he killed that mysterious man, and we are his good friends..."
They shouted at the top of their lungs. It seemed that only their vocal cords had any strength left in their bodies. They used all their strength in an attempt to use these well-known names in the wizarding world to drive away this unknown dark wizard.
The "Dark Wizard" laughed, a light laugh.
They were both horrified.
Could it be that this dark wizard is not afraid of those two people?
"I didn't know you two were my friends." These words reached their ears.
The meaning contained in it made their brains crash.
I watched in a daze as the "dark wizard" brought his wand closer, allowing the "fluorescent light" to illuminate his face clearly - black hair, handsome face, and amber cat eyes.
It's Harry Potter.
Instead of feeling relieved, they felt even greater fear.
Finished!
The legendary savior, the boy who survived, and the heir of Gryffindor has also become a dark wizard.
Blame it on Rita Skeeter!
What did you write before targeting Mr. Porter?
The result is good...
"Don't look like that," Harry continued softly, "I'm not a dark wizard. I'm just passively fighting back."
"At least use your brain."
"Of course, I assume that all of you Ministry of Magic employees have brains."
"Tonight is the final round of the Triwizard Tournament. Normally, I should be in school right now."
The circuits in their heads reconnected and they nodded thoughtfully.
like……
Is that so?
But why...
They think things through more clearly, but they have more and bigger doubts.
"So this is an abnormal situation." Harry waved his wand, and the Triwizard Cup spun around him. "Someone cast a spell on the cup and lured me here, intending to do something to a little boy of fifteen."
A Ministry official made a hesitant guess: "Father?"
"No." Harry shook his head, and with another wave of his wand, he removed the Shadow Lock.
"Go back and inform Fudge and ask him to come to Hogwarts."
"As for these things here..."
He looked around, his eyes falling on the tiny body of the baby on the chair: "Do you have anything that has been cast with the traceless extension spell?"
They both shook their heads.
How could such a thing be possessed by ordinary officials like them who are not even office directors?
Harry sighed.
He took out the pocket that once held the motorcycle, flicked his wand, and put the baby's body into it - this pocket had not been used for several months, and the Sorting Hat liked the new body very much and had not returned to the hat for a long time.
"When we get back, ask Fudge to come to Hogwarts immediately." Harry pointed his wand, and with a whoosh, the Triwizard Cup continued to fly towards him.
The two Ministry officials nodded in agreement.
Harry's hand had just touched the Triwizard Cup, and the portkey charm on it had not yet expired. His navel hooked, and the magic twisted and took him back to the maze in a dizzy mess.
Hogwarts fell into panic, but the Triwizard Tournament was not suspended.
In order to avoid causing greater panic and also to avoid embarrassment - the Ministry of Magic checked again and again, but failed to discover that the Triwizard Cup had been secretly cast with the "Portkey" charm.
If this were to get out, the Ministry of Magic's reputation would plummet - although it didn't have much of a reputation to begin with.
The most critical.
If the game is stopped like this, the bet will be cancelled.
He has been busy and busy for this matter and has paid a lot of costs. If the game fails, he will have to lose half of the money he earned in the second round. How can he bear this?
Ludo could only explain that this was a test for the top three trophy, and only by passing the test could one truly hold the trophy.
Dumbledore and Karkaroff were nowhere to be seen in the referee's booth.
Among the emergency rescuers, Snape and Professor Flitwick also disappeared.
They are investigating.
If the final result is not satisfactory, the game can only be interrupted.
Krum and Fleur knew nothing about this and were still carefully preparing their trap.
The moment Harry landed.
The Gryffindors exclaimed.
Ludo also caught this message immediately, heaved a sigh of relief, and his voice became relaxed and natural again: "We see that Mr. Potter has finally passed the test of the Triwizard trophy!"
"He's back safely!"
"He was wet and looked like he had a very unpleasant experience underwater."
The little lions cheered.
Hermione and Petunia breathed a sigh of relief.
"Harry is safe?" Petunia asked weakly.
Hermione nodded: "Yes, but we have to wait for him to come out and check..."
"Ahaha, are all wizards so unreliable?" Vernon also began to have the energy to curse, "I should have known..."
In the referee's seat.
Ludo was not able to be so excited for too long. He raised his wrist and checked the time. His heart immediately rose to his throat. "Mr. Potter, he, he spent too much time in the test of the Triwizard Cup. It took him more than thirty minutes."
"Now, he has a maximum of eight minutes to get the Tri-Strike Cup out of the maze, otherwise it will take more than an hour."
Many young wizards were infected by Ludo's emotions and became nervous.
But they soon reacted.
The third project doesn’t seem to have a time limit, so what’s wrong with an hour…
Isn’t it that whoever brings out the top three trophy will be the final winner?
How long it takes doesn't matter.
Ludo felt bitter in his heart, looked up at the curtain with a praying look on his face.
If it doesn't exceed an hour, he will still make money, but if it exceeds an hour... he will only lose money.
On the curtain.
Harry walked quickly, following the same path he came from, out of the maze.
It took him eighteen minutes to come here, but only five minutes to go back.
Ludo's eyes sparkled.
There are still three minutes left. As long as Krum and Delacour's traps can't stop Harry for three minutes, he can still make money.
In the maze.
Harry passed without any hindrance. The sphinxes and other magical animals on the road disappeared, and even the magical plants avoided him.
When he came to a fork in the road, he suddenly stopped.
Ahead, there was the magical aura of Hibiscus.
He waved his wand, and two pieces of rubble on the ground beside him twisted and changed into two rabbits, which hopped over and triggered magic, causing cold air to gush out, instantly freezing the two rabbits into ice sculptures.
The temperature was not very low, and the rabbit in the ice sculpture was moving its eyes lively and fearfully.
Harry walked over.
There is a second magic trap ahead.
Although Furong was a Veela, she did not have as much hunting experience as the centaurs. The traps she set were very crude and were placed in corners where traps should have been set.
It was almost as if there was a board next to the trap with words like "This is a trap, come and step on it quickly" written on it.
Maybe if we put up a board like this, the effect would be even better.
It didn't work on Harry, nor did it hinder him for much time, so he passed through smoothly.
Ludo waved his hand fiercely, his expression bright: "Yes, Mr. Potter is like this!"