Chapter 322 He's Alive

At the edge of the cemetery, on a patch of grass near Harry and the key to the Triwizard Cup, Mike struggled to get up from the weeds.

Just now, he had managed to escape by using the Transfiguration Spell to dodge the concentrated fire of the group of masked men in black robes.

However, due to the obstruction of that group of people, he also lost the great opportunity to stop Voldemort from resurrecting. In the end, he could only throw the Holy Sword like a javelin. He didn't know whether the sword successfully stopped little Barty.

Thinking of this, Mike reached out and wiped his face, then instinctively looked up.

And it was this one look that stunned Mike.

At this moment, half of the sky was already illuminated by bright green, and the source of the green light was a skull with a giant snake spitting out of its mouth!

"It looks like a failure."

Mike murmured, and the disappointment in his eyes flashed away.

"Then retreat. Here comes the Holy Sword!"

Mike waved his wand while muttering to himself. As the spell was recited, the Holy Sword that was stuck in a tree in the distance was also inspired and pulled out of the tree trunk and flew towards Mike.

This scene attracted the attention of Voldemort, who was groping for his body.

Looking at the long sword that was flashing white light and flying towards the edge of the cemetery, Voldemort remembered the experience of being almost burned to ashes by someone using the Fiendfyre Curse.

In just a moment, endless shame and anger filled Voldemort's heart.

"Little bastard! Die!"

Voldemort roared, and a dark green flame suddenly spurted out of his mouth, turning into a fire snake that was several times larger than the two pythons released by Mike before, chasing in the direction of the Holy Sword's flight.

Mike saw this scene and hurriedly ran to the location of the Triwizard Cup in his memory.

Fortunately, his luck was not bad. The Triwizard Cup was not far from him. He ran a few steps and arrived. And, beside the Triwizard Cup, there was a figure, Harry, who was struggling with his arms and forehead.

"Help...Help me..."

As if he had sensed someone approaching, Mike opened his eyes and looked at Mike, still mumbling words for help.

But Mike stopped beside Harry and the Triwizard Cup. He neither rescued Harry nor took the key to the Triwizard Cup to escape immediately.

'I'm just waiting for the Holy Sword, which is a treasure. I can't bear to part with it...'

Mike said to himself in his heart, but he knew very well that he hesitated.

To be honest, the most important thing he should do in this situation is to abandon Harry or kill him directly.

Because Harry witnessed almost everything he did today. Although he did nothing wrong, his behavior was too weird, as if he had known that Voldemort would be reborn today, and Hagrid was also pretended by Barty.

If Harry really went back alive, it would definitely cause trouble for him. At the very least, Dumbledore's vigilance against him would be raised to an unprecedented level.

At the same time, Harry was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If Harry died, it would be equivalent to destroying a Horcrux.

Although there were so many benefits to killing Harry, Mike still hesitated when the time came.

He couldn't forget what Harry had done in the maze before, and couldn't forget the scene when Harry yelled at Barty, who was pretending to be Hagrid, that if he wanted the Triwizard Cup, he would give it to him.

He treated him as his best friend, but now he was going to kill him?

Just like what he did in his previous life?

Mike clenched his fists tightly together, and the wand belonging to Krum was crushed alive by Mike under this huge force.

Not far away, the holy sword was still desperately flying towards its owner, and the dark green fire python behind it was also following the holy sword closely, chasing closely.

But the fire python obviously didn't use its full strength, which can be seen from the fact that it even shook off some flames on the four masked black robed men when it passed by them.

On the other side, Mike looked at the Holy Sword and the Fire Python getting closer and closer, and finally made up his mind.

"Damn it! I'm such a worthless coward! Come! Harry! Grab my hand, I'll take you home!"

Mike gritted his teeth and roared, and found the right time to grab Harry's uninjured hand and pressed it firmly on the Triwizard Cup. At the same time, the hilt of the Holy Sword fell back into his hand!

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and almost at the same time when Mike got the Holy Sword, the dark green fire python suddenly pounced on Mike's position and exploded into green fireworks all over the sky!

Unfortunately, the transmission of the portkey was instantaneous. As early as the moment Mike touched the Holy Sword and the Triwizard Cup, they had disappeared from the spot.

"No!"

Voldemort in the distance saw this and his expression became more ferocious. He looked up to the sky and howled, expressing his anger.

As if sensing his anger, the huge skull in the sky and the giant snake that emerged from its mouth also opened their big mouths and roared silently!

...

After a while of spinning, Mike and Harry landed again.

And this time, Mike's heart, which had been hanging in the air, fell again, because from the touch of his face at this moment, he should have landed on a flat stone pavement.

In addition, there were constant cheers coming from all around him. Combined with the analysis of the previous item, he should have returned to Hogwarts.

"Oh! Merlin! What's wrong with you!"

Professor Flitwick's familiar voice made Mike completely let down his guard. He exhaled a long breath, without any intention of getting up from the ground, and said weakly:

"Don't ask, go save Harry first, his arms and head seem to be injured."

Professor Flitwick obviously didn't listen to Mike. Accompanied by a dense and light footsteps coming from far and near, Mike was turned over by Professor Flitwick.

"Don't worry about it for now. McGonagall and Pomfret are taking care of Harry!" Professor Flitwick said as he continued to grope Mike's body with his hands, brushing off the dirt on his clothes while examining his body. "Does it hurt when I press here? No? Okay, what about this place..."

Mike kept perfunctorily trying to please Professor Flitwick, and finally when Flitwick's hand was getting lower and lower, Mike finally broke free.

"I'm fine! Professor! I'm just a little exhausted!"

"How is that possible! You look like you just fought a hundred dragons!"

After Professor Flitwick said that, Mike reluctantly raised his head and looked at himself.

Flitwick was right, he looked terrible now, the short robe had completely turned into pieces and hung on his body, and his body and face were covered with burn marks and dirt.

In addition, he lay on the ground motionless because of exhaustion as soon as he came back, so it was no wonder that Professor Flitwick would misunderstand.

But even so, Mike couldn't accept Professor Flitwick's way of checking.

However, the arm was always stronger than the thigh, and at Professor Flitwick's strong request, Mike was still checked by Madam Pomfret, and it was not until he was declared that he was really not injured that Professor Flitwick was relieved.

Until then, Harry, whose arm was pierced and covered with wounds, came to Mike despite the medical staff's obstruction. He was seen holding Mike's burnt sleeve tightly and refused to let go. His eyes were full of fear. Only when he looked at Mike did the fear turn into deep gratitude.

"It's okay, Harry." Mike said to Harry sincerely, "We are back, and it's okay now."

"I know, I'm just... just too scared! It was just a nightmare!" Harry said as if he thought of something, his eyes suddenly opened wide, looking at Mike and said in an excited and trembling voice, "Thank you! Thank you for saving me! Really! If it weren't for you, I..."

Facing Harry's clear eyes, Mike looked away guiltily and didn't look at him.

"Okay, Harry, we are friends, there is no need to say such cheesy words. Oh damn, I always feel like I have said that to you many times, but you always forget it."

"You are right, you are right, it is my fault, we are friends, friends should not say such things..."

Harry obviously has not recovered from the panic just now, and he kept repeating the words of apology after hearing that person.

Mike scratched his head, patted Harry's shoulder gently and said:

"Okay, don't think too much, you should bandage it now, your wound is still bleeding."

Harry was startled by Mike's pat, but after listening to Mike's words, he finally remembered his wound, so he stretched out his hand to an assistant in the infirmary who had been waiting beside him.

At this time, Mike finally had the mind to observe the surrounding environment.

In the stands, most of the students wearing Hogwarts uniforms were cheering, but some boys from Durmstrang had gloomy faces.

"What happened to them?"

Professor Flitwick followed Mike's line of sight and the originally happy expression on his face disappeared instantly. He remained silent until Mike urged him again and again before he slowly said:

"Krum... he's dead."

"What?!" Mike screamed, "This is impossible!"

'I clearly released the fire for help in time! '

Mike didn't say this half of the sentence, but just said it to himself in his heart.

Flitwick, who was standing by, saw this and thought that Mike was shocked by the sudden death of his friend, so he said:

"Although I don't want to believe it, it's true, Mike, Krum, he's really dead. We found the fire for help, but when we got there, Krum was no longer breathing, and an eight-eyed giant spider was eating his body. In addition, his wand disappeared, and we speculated that the eight-eyed giant spider accidentally ate it while eating the body. In addition, Hagrid is missing."

Mike licked his cracked lips. He really didn't expect Krum to be so unlucky that he would be "picked up" by the eight-eyed giant spider.

Harry, who was being bandaged, also had his pupils shrink when he heard Flitwick's words. He clearly remembered that Mike had crushed a wand in the cemetery just now, and that wand looked very different from Mike's own!

'Could it be...'

A terrible thought suddenly came to Harry's mind, but then he shook his head vigorously, threw the idea out of his mind, and slapped his mouth hard.

'Damn it, Mike is my savior, and he is also my best friend, how could I think like that! '

Thinking like this, Harry's face reappeared with a smile, but there was still a trace of deep fear in the depths of his eyes when he looked at Mike.

"Harry! What's wrong with you?!"

The sudden voice startled Harry, but when he found that the person who spoke was Sirius, who had come with Fudge and Dumbledore after hearing the news, his somewhat panicked face immediately showed an expression of wanting to cry.

"Sirius, I... I really don't know how to tell you. Someone tampered with the Triwizard Cup. He sent us to a place, and then I saw... him..."

"Okay!" Harry's messy explanation was interrupted by Mike, "This is not a good place to talk about these things. I'll go to your office, Headmaster. As for Harry, let him go to the infirmary to receive proper treatment."

"Yes! Mike is right! Harry is seriously injured, he must receive treatment immediately!"

Sirius obviously agreed with Mike's proposal. He hugged the choking Harry and started to roar at Dumbledore.

Facing Sirius's barking, Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly and said to Mike:

"Well, come with me."

After that, Dumbledore turned and left. Judging from his fast steps, the heart of the strongest white wizard was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

Mike pursed his lips, said nothing, and quickly followed.

Everything happened so fast that Fudge stared at the two people's backs in a daze, and didn't react until they walked a long way away.

"Hey! There will be an award ceremony later! Hogwarts won a big victory this time! The audience is still waiting! Hey! Come back!"

Fudge's roar had no effect. Mike and Dumbledore didn't even turn their heads and walked straight into the castle.

Helplessly, Fudge looked at Harry beside him.

But before he could say anything, Sirius picked up Harry and ran towards the castle with Madam Pomfret. Fudge

opened and closed his mouth several times but no sound came out. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the headmaster's office.

Alva looked at his minister in confusion, and woke up after a while, shouting:

"Minister, what should we do about the award ceremony!"

However, the answer he got was Fudge's somewhat exasperated voice.

"You can do it yourself!"

...

Due to lack of exercise, Fudge ran very hard.

But he had no intention of stopping. Today, Dumbledore did not give him any face in public, and he must ask him for an explanation.

With this belief, Fudge dragged his fat body and trotted all the way to the door of the headmaster's office.

When he entered the correct password and opened the door of the office breathlessly,

he only heard Mike saying to Dumbledore with a serious face:

"Voldemort, he is resurrected."