Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Harry woke up from his stupor, the smell of disinfectant got into his nose, made him sneeze, opened his eyes, and immediately saw the white ceiling.

"Professor Dumbledore!" The first thing he woke up was that he wanted to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey immediately came over to take a look, turned and left, and began to prepare potions in front of a table.

Harry lay flat on the bed, watching Madam Pomfrey's movements out of the corner of his eye, adding the potion to the cauldron, bubbling bubbling, different from the usual bitter and pungent taste, today's taste is still a little sweet and pleasant , and even want people to take a few more sips.

"Your throat may have been injured a little, I don't know if it was scratched by grit or something, and you may not be able to speak for a while." Madam Pomfrey said to Harry, and Harry gave up the idea of ​​speaking.

"Drink it, you'll feel better." Madam Pomfrey helped Harry up from the bed, "By the way, congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament, your friends have visited you before. , several boys and a girl."

Harry knew Madam Pomfrey was talking about Hermione and Ron, and probably a few of his roommates.

"Oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore said that if you wake up, I'm going to notify him immediately, you stay here, don't move, I'll be back soon." After speaking, Madam Pomfrey said Quickly left.

Harry had time to organize his thoughts.

Was his experience an illusion?

No, the Goblet of Fire is now sitting quietly beside his bedside table, within reach.

The body of the cup seemed to have been cleaned, polished and polished, gleaming in the sunlight streaming in through the window, reflecting into his eyes.

"Does everyone know that Voldemort is resurrected?"

Harry couldn't help but think about it, but he overturned the guess, seeing Madam Pomfrey's appearance as if she didn't know anything about it.

Harry still remembered the reactions of teachers and students a long time ago when someone inadvertently said Voldemort's name. If they really knew that Voldemort was back, it would certainly not be what it is now.

Madam Pomfrey was still very normal.

Dumbledore should have kept this a secret.

The tall old man pushed open the door, and he was the only one who came in. Madam Pomfrey seemed to be parked outside the threshold.

"I have something to say to Harry alone, okay?" came the old man's voice

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Harry saw the white nurse's cap dangle, and he guessed it was her nodding.

Dumbledore walked straight to Harry's side, transformed a chair from behind him, and settled down.

"Professor!" Harry struggled to stand up, but felt that all his bones were falling apart, and his heart ached when he moved.

"Lie down, Harry." Dumbledore stared at Harry with his azure blue eyes, and a sense of reassurance rose from the bottom of his heart, as if Voldemort's problems were no longer so urgent.

"Well... it's a tedious thing, and it might take a long time to start from the beginning. Before that, I'd like to apologize to you first, Harry."

"Recovery!" Dumbledore's spell sounded like a bell, and he aimed his wand at Harry's throat.

A white, gentle light flashed, and Harry found that the blockage in his throat suddenly disappeared.

"Your throat is not injured and you can speak normally, these are just some of my little hands and feet - because I hope you can temporarily keep what you see secret."

"Okay, Professor." Harry temporarily put down the idea of ​​asking Dumbledore's reason, and agreed obediently, no matter how much doubt he was in his heart, he could only temporarily suppress his cat scratching mood.

Dumbledore suddenly raised his wand again, over his head, and tapped a few times around the room.

"Well, our conversation still needs to be kept secret," Dumbledore said.

"Voldemort has been reborn. What you experienced in the Triwizard Cup was not an illusion, nor was it an accident, it was a conspiracy against you."

"I know now," Moody. "Professor should have helped you a lot during the game, right? Harry?"

"Yes... yes, Professor," Harry stammered in response, uncomfortable knowing that he was cheating.

However, Dumbledore did not dwell on it, but continued.

"Then you know, he didn't want to kill you, or in the game, he wanted you to "win" and get the Goblet of Fire - that is, the port key, oh, yes Well, that Professor Moody is also a fake.”

"Why is he taking such a long time?" Harry asked, with a lingering fear in his heart: "Mad-Eye Moody is a fake?"

"The only thing I knew not long ago was that they had a conspiracy to use you, probably related to the resurrection of Voldemort himself, maybe he was superstitious - where to destroy, and where to regenerate, of course, these are all It's my speculation, what the truth is, I don't know."

"Shortly before the start of the third event, the impostor showed his foot in a detail, so we finally caught him, put some Veritaserum on him, and he confessed it all."

"Unfortunately, we only know that the plan is related to you, and we did not force the question of the key to go out, otherwise I will not let this game continue, because not only your safety, but the other three warriors may also So die"

"The impostor came to his senses when he was about to reveal the relevant information. Maybe his loyalty to Voldemort overwhelmed the effectiveness of the Veritaserum, or the dose of the Veritaserum itself was not enough. In short, we don't know. By their final plan, they only knew where Voldemort chose to resurrect."

"He committed suicide immediately after he woke up, and I didn't have time to stop him." Dumbledore shook his head.

"I thought he would choose to kidnap you, but I didn't think he chose to transform the Goblet of Fire into a portkey."

"I can only go to the position that little Crouch said - little Hangleton, after all, even if it is me, I have no reason to interrupt the game and command the Auror."

"I can't understand what happened after that, Voldemort regained his body before you were teleported to this location by the portkey, I showed up and fought him, and then your presence disrupted my plans , I know their real purpose now."

"Did his plan fail?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Maybe." Dumbledore's voice was dry. "At least you're all right, aren't you? Harry."

"I'm holding you back." Harry said reproachfully.

"No, you've done a great job, showing the courage and wisdom of a Gryffindor," Dumbledore praised.

"That thing?" Harry asked tentatively.

"I will tell you at the right time, and maybe there are other things that need to be resolved together. Before that, I hope you can keep it a secret. Promise me, okay? Harry?" Dumbledore sincerely requested arrive.

"Okay, Professor," Harry replied

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The Triwizard Tournament ended just like that. The result of the competition was beyond everyone's expectations, but it seemed reasonable. No one knows where the long river of fate will flow after a mischievous turn.

For this result, some people are happy, some people are sad.

In a few days, it will be the award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament, and the Gryffindor students are waiting eagerly.

Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament, honoring their house, and Gryffindor's House Cup was all but assured.

He was also discharged from the hospital soon. He didn't have any serious injuries. At most, it was some skin trauma, and at most he needed to recover for a few days.

"Seriously, I admire you so much, Harry," said Ron heartily at the side of the table, happy for his friend.

That night, in the Gryffindor lounge, they were celebrating Harry's victory, and snacks of all kinds were piled into hills on the table, from the ceiling to the fireplace. , were all affixed with scarlet ribbons, and the Weasley brothers jokingly held up their butterbeer mugs in their hands, circled around Harry, laughing and playing.

"I'd rather know how you won, and how did you pass the many levels? Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry with some doubts, and didn't seem to be happy for Harry's victory, or that she It cannot be done until the doubts are answered.

Hermione thought this was all out of the ordinary.

First, Fleur and Krum were out one after another, and they seemed to encounter irresistible difficulties, or rather, barriers set against their respective weaknesses.

Failure was acceptable, but she couldn't understand it so quickly.

The first two projects performed equally well. Why did the third project fail so quickly as if it was targeted?

Perhaps only Dumbledore could answer this question for her. Those strange forks were naturally to protect them and to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan.

The expected "Yao Yin" did not appear. No one would know what the furious Voldemort would do. Even Dumbledore might not be able to rescue him. It was understandable to do so, and the kind-hearted principal would certainly not allow this. kind of sacrifice.

Then there was Malfoy. He Shi Shiran appeared at the entrance of the maze. When everyone thought he had won the championship, he realized that he had made a withdrawal statement. According to the reason he gave, he encountered an insurmountable situation. It was difficult, but there was no trace of frustration on his face because of being stumped.

This was even more abnormal, when the students around her started cheering for Harry in advance, she was lost in thought.

If he had known that it was too easy, he would have been suspected, and maybe Malfoy would have spent more time in it and made himself a little embarrassed.

At that time, there was only Harry left in the final maze, and no one could compete with him. In other words, as long as he could persevere, he could win the championship.

She doesn't like to pour cold water on others, but Harry has been so lucky along the way in the competition, it's terrifyingly lucky.

It was as if there was a pusher helping him in the middle of nowhere.

The first project he got information from Hagrid. She firmly believed that Hagrid would not harm Harry. If it was used, but the warriors from other schools were clearly prepared. This doubt can be Temporarily ruled out, but the doubts of the next few projects really can no longer be ignored.

Before the second project, Harry also didn't know where to get the information about the game, and was very sure, his absolute trust in that person made Hermione suspicious.

Coupled with the accident about Mr. Crouch in the middle, this is the most suspicious point. Since the end of the first project, the high-ranking official from the Ministry of Magic seems to have evaporated from the world, and everything is left to him. Ron's brother Percy dealt with it and never showed up again. After that, some clues were finally generated, which made the truth even more confusing.

And there's a third item, and the one that's most puzzling - the way Harry got out of the labyrinth.

It's like a portkey, falling from the sky, and she'd felt that swirling feeling when she went to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys on vacation, because it was the first time she used the portkey, and she was with Harry at the time. It seemed extremely uncomfortable, so she was impressed by it.

And why did Harry fall into a coma after getting the Goblet of Fire, and was there some unknowable danger to him after that?

Previously, for the sake of the game, Hermione had suppressed her curiosity and tried her best to avoid interfering with Harry's game.

But now I have to ask.

She was ready to find out the truth little by little, and Hermione had enough mind to deal with these things now, after all, the final exam was over now.

"Um...this." Harry was speechless.

"Yes, tell me about your experience, I guess it must be quite thrilling, we are also very curious!" The students around began to boo, they were also full of curiosity about what happened in the maze, and they expected to hear Harry all the way. A passing story.

"Could it be another day?" Harry said incredulously. He had promised Dumbledore not to reveal a single bit of information about the course of the third event.

"Oh, okay." The other students looked at Harry with disappointment, while Hermione frowned.

"Yes, let's talk about it another day." It was Ron who came out to smooth things out. "It's time to celebrate and forget everything, isn't it?"

"Right, we don't have much time to get together. If you are interested, please ask in private." The Weasley brothers said in unison.

So the Gryffindor students quickly fell into a warm atmosphere.

Harry's prevarication made Hermione's unease even more intense.

Harry thought Hermione was staring at him a little bit, but he couldn't reveal it to her at all.

Keeping a secret is really a painful thing, and now he can only hope that Dumbledore can make the truth public as much as possible, so that he doesn't have to endure this kind of "torture" anymore.