Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Go to Madam Pomfrey, this warrior is injured!"

Harry dazedly heard all kinds of exclamations and noisy sounds in his ears. He tried his best to open his eyelids, but found a heavy and scary sound, and then fell asleep.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore!" Ron shouted anxiously around Harry.

"Here I am." Dumbledore appeared behind the crowd with his hands behind his back, and the rest of the people immediately made way for him.

"Harry needs a rest. Move him to the infirmary first, Madam Pomfrey."

The head nurse nodded.

The messy venue was quiet at this time.

It was only then that people discovered that Durmstrang's principal Karkaroff had also disappeared from the referee's bench.

During the Triwizard Tournament, the two principals disappeared for a while at the same time. What happened?

People don't know.

Maybe they just happened to eat a bad stomach and go to the toilet, and lo and behold, didn't Dumbledore come back right after the game?

"Are you all right? Draco." Pansy asked with concern. "By this time Malfoy was back in the audience with Pansy and his parents.

Not long ago, he walked slowly out of the maze himself, and when he saw that he had nothing in his hands, the Gryffindor students immediately stood up and cheered.

His face turned pale, and Pansy thought he was depressed because he lost the championship.

"He's just lucky," Pansy said comfortingly.

"Yeah, "his "luck" is really good," Malfoy murmured, he just saw Dumbledore shaking his head slightly in his direction, those eyes were full of exhaustion, no matter how he looked As if the plan was a success.

"Baby. Being safe and sound is the best ending. You see, who of the other three is not injured." Narcissa was also comforting her son, but she didn't know that she was comforting in the wrong direction.

"Mom, I'm fine, I just feel a little sleepy." Malfoy covered his forehead and made a sleepy look.

"Then go back and rest.

" Narcissa said lovingly.

Beside Beauxbatons' camp, Furong was still looking at everything that was happening off the court in a bit of confusion.

That Harry Potter just got the Goblet of Fire?

She didn't believe that Malfoy, who had always been so adept, would lose to the savior who was in vain.

When Malfoy appeared at the exit of the maze, Fleur thought that the championship had already been decided, but what he didn't expect to hear was Malfoy's decision to abandon the race.

There was no shadow of the Goblet of Fire in his hand.

"It seems that our warriors really encountered a lot of problems in the labyrinth." At that time, Ludo Bagman was suddenly mourning, but he still had to restrain his mood and force himself, his voice was a little trembling, but Nobody 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 the top three this time. There will be no championship in the Cup? Please let us wait and see." Bagman's voice echoed over the arena.

After a while, everyone present saw Harry suddenly appear in the middle of the grass, face down, but he could vaguely see a cup-shaped object in his hand.

"The Potter Warriors from Hogwarts are now back in our sights! Looks like he won the game!" Bagman exclaimed.

The Gryffindors around the auditorium began to cheer loudly again, as if the sound could reach the sky.

"It seems that the warrior has some injuries, and the medical staff will treat him soon, and we may soon know the ins and outs of this game."

"Congratulations, Dumbledore." Madam Maxime was a little reluctant, but thanked Dumbledore very gracefully.

"Thank you, Madam Maxime." Dumbledore, who returned to the referee's bench, nodded in response, but he couldn't see the slightest grin of pride and pride in his students, but heavier and heavier. up.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" A figure stumbled over from not far away, and fell several times in the process of going up the steps, making his face ashen, his dress was dusty, and his face even A few pieces of skin were ripped off.

"Karkaroff?" Madame Maxime frowned and looked at the man in front of her. She had never had a good impression of this man, and now she was even more displeased after doing such a demeanor.

"That man! That man! He really came back! He really came back to Dumbledore, you must save me!" Karkaroff leaned in front of Dumbledore tremblingly and grabbed Dumbledore raised his long arms and said in horror.

"Which one?" Madame Maxime asked curiously, and then suddenly remembered that the three of them had a brief exchange before and talked about something.

"Dumbledore, who is he talking about, is that person?" After Madam Maxime asked, her broad lips pursed and her eyes narrowed, as if thinking of something extremely terrifying.

Shortly after Fleur and Klum retired.

"His." Ekakarov on the referee's bench sucked in a breath of cold air, and he felt an amazing burning sensation from his arm again, burning his nerves.

But the pain in his body is secondary. What makes him most desperate is the fear in his heart, the fear of waiting, the fear of hesitation.

The pain this time was stronger than ever before. An endless sense of fear welled up in his heart, and a voice in his heart told him: "That person has really returned, are you going?"

But if he really went and obeyed that person's call at that time, he would have been an outright idiot, leaving his life there, and perhaps going through endless torture before he could be freed.

"Yes, we can have a good talk tonight. The last time was short, and I also know that I may not have fully convinced you, but today..."

"I believe, I believe!" Karkaroff's curly goatee has become messy, his pupils are constricted, his hands are holding Dumbledore tightly, interrupting Dumbledore's next words, as if he just A real lifesaver. ,

He felt that he was really stupid, and had forgotten Dumbledore's advice for the Triwizard Cup game.

People, when they don't really face danger, will not have a sense of urgency.

The meeting of the three Headmasters a year ago was still fresh in his memory at that time, because he felt that he himself had shown timidity in front of Dumbledore, which was quite humiliating.

At that time, under the influence of Dumbledore's inductive magic, he realized the seriousness of the problem at that time, but then quickly forgot it.

So that in the Goblet of Fire, he did not care about his own image at all and used all kinds of inferior means.

This situation didn't stop until more than halfway through the game, when the Dark Mark on his body started to hurt, and he gradually became aware of the seriousness of the matter, and even found Snape in private to verify his conjecture.

It was not until today that his long-lost master called them together, and the dark mark on his arm scorched his nerves, and he truly believed what Dumbledore said a year ago.

That's not really alarmist.