Popular Web NovelsChapter 498 The bustling Little Hangleton CemeteryChapter 498 The Lively Little Hangleton Cemetery
The stars and moon have been swallowed up by the sudden black clouds, leaving only a few hanging in the distant sky. Although there are bonfires and candles, the entire arena It was still much darker, and the little wizards no longer shouted at the top of their lungs.
On the referee's bench, Bagman stretched his neck again and looked at the maze longingly. He realized that it was still pitch black and couldn't see anything clearly and sighed.
Maxim and Fontana were a little confused. Why did the commentator look more anxious than their principal?
Dumbledore slowly picked up the teapot and added tea to himself and Crouch beside him. The quality of the tea for the guests was very good. The tea soup was clear and ruddy in color. Taking a deep breath of the fragrant tea seemed to The taste is slightly sweet.
"Give me a cup too."
Bagman, who was so anxious that he almost wanted to pull his hair, picked up the hot tea and put it to his mouth. He ignored the steam and grinned his teeth without slowing down. The burning pain on his tongue actually made him feel a lot more comfortable.
He put down the tea cup and smacked it on the table, exhaled a breath of hot breath, and said roughly: "I don't know what's good in this, I see you guys have been drinking it all night."
Crouch licked his upper lips and chuckled: "The weather is too dry."
"Yes, it is much drier here than Durmstrang." Karkaroff looked around He responded with his eyes and tried to pretend to be chatting, "By the way, Albus, where is your Potions Professor Snape? Why didn't I see him tonight?"
Dumbledore turned his head and looked at him, his blue eyes showing a completely different penetrating power than before, and slowly said: "He is unwell and is resting in the school doctor's office."
"Really, this What a bad luck, but tonight."
"Who said otherwise?"
"…"
The night is getting darker.
The lion head hats were placed randomly on the unoccupied seats. The four of them held Coke bottles in their hands, leaning back on the seats and sometimes counting the stars and sometimes looking at the maze.
Loren grabbed Hermione's hand and looked at the watch. It was already half past ten. He pondered for a moment and asked: "If the game lasts until midnight, does this count as a group night out?" Left the castle?"
Hermione held the straw in her mouth and glanced at him sideways, her eyes a little complicated.
Rolf's ears twitched, and when he saw the interested expression on the little girl next to him, he seemed to really want to discuss this issue with him, so he quickly fed her a cashew nut.
Luna was chewing cashew nuts and it was difficult to talk, so she continued to stare at the moon in trance.
The narrow hook was half covered by dark clouds, and the light was dim.
Loren glanced back and saw the figure next to the barrier shrinking into the shadows again. He sniffed again, smelling the smell of lacewings coming from the referee's bench, and turned away. He curled his lips and turned his head: "I'm going back to the castle to use the toilet."
Hermione glanced at him and said nothing.
...
Little Hangleton.
Unknown weeds grow on the wilderness cemetery. The yew tree with a thick trunk but withered branches and leaves, like the nearby tombstones, stands alone on the field. A stone sculpture of the angel of redemption holding a long sickle has fallen to the ground.
With the help of the faint starlight, you can vaguely see the remains of various stone sculptures scattered around, like an abandoned chapel. On the hillside on the left, the outline of Riddle House is looming.
The cemetery that had not been disturbed for more than ten years suddenly experienced a wave of fluctuation. The space dozens of feet around it suddenly collapsed and then expanded suddenly. The light and shadow of the maze surrounded by hedges flashed away like a mirage.
In the blink of an eye, three figures suddenly appeared, and the exquisite trophy fell at the feet of the angel statue.
Harry felt his feet hit the ground, staggered involuntarily, let go of the trophy, and noticed that the surrounding environment was completely different from Hogwarts. He subconsciously asked in shock: "Where are we?"
There was silence in the gloomy cemetery. The withered yellow leaves were moved by the breeze and made a rustling sound. A strange feeling surrounded the two of them, as if someone was watching them.
"I don't know..."
Cedric looked down at the trophy: "It's a portkey, Harry. Did anyone tell you that this trophy is a portkey?"
"No." Harry recalled the scene he saw before being taken away by the portkey. He stood side by side with Cedric, looking warily at the lame Defense Against the Dark Arts professor opposite with a ferocious face, and said in a deep voice. Said, "I think Professor Moody can definitely give us the answer, right?"
Harry felt a dull pain in his scar. He seemed to understand something. He held his breath and moved in small steps while whispering instructions. Cedric: "Go back to the trophy, go back to the trophy..."
"Of course! You will know the answer, of course you should know!" The man said this to Harry. He seemed to completely ignore Cedric's existence and looked to the side, speaking loudly and coldly. Said, "Come out."
Harry and Cedric squinted their eyes nervously and looked into the darkness. A figure came out from among the tombstones and walked toward them step by step. They couldn't see clearly in the darkness. The face, judging from the gait and the posture of the arms, appeared to be that of a woman.
The person stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone. She raised her wand lightly, and a flame suddenly burst out in the center of the not-so-wide space.
Fire light appeared in the dark wilderness, and Harry and Cedric discovered that there was a black crucible not far away. It was more like a stone urn than a crucible, which was spacious enough to accommodate an adult. inside.
A crackling flame burst out below the crucible, continuously cooking the medicinal materials inside. The boiling bubbles burst, and the sound of splashing water could be faintly heard.
Harry also took the opportunity to clearly see the face of the figure opposite, and read her name with a tight throat: "Bellatrix Lestrange."
Cedric Of course she had heard the name of this wanted fugitive, a cold sweat broke out on her back, and the wand was pointed at her.
"I know, you must be full of doubts..."
Moody's voice was completely different from usual, high-pitched and shrill, with a big, crooked mouth on his face covered with scars. Grinning, like a poisonous snake showing its fangs and showing a chill, a frightening change occurred——
Those scars and pits began to grow flesh, and were filled up little by little, and the distinctive The blue magic eye suddenly turned upward and fell out of the eye socket. The wooden prosthetic leg fell to the ground, and an intact leg grew out of the break.
Professor Moody was right in front of them, gradually transforming into Crouch!
Crouch, who looked extremely pale, twisted his neck and continued: "When we finish our business, Harry Potter, I will answer you one by one."
" Mr. Crouch?" Cedric was confused and immediately raised his wand, "No, you are not Mr. Crouch, and you are not Professor Moody."
< br>Crouch didn't even look at him, and walked to the crucible on his own, lightly leaving instructions: "Get rid of those who are in the way first."
There was a whooshing sound, followed by a sharp shout. the night sky. "[Avada Kedavra]"
A strong green light pierced Harry's eyelids. Professor Moody had also demonstrated the Death Curse, but this green light was different from all the spells he had seen before. It seems to contain countless shrill and desperate screams.
"No, please..."
"Let my child go!"
"Ah!"
Through the green light, this second seemed to be endless. His scar was in severe pain, as if a sharp steel needle was piercing his skull, and his head felt like it was going to explode. He vaguely saw that that long-lost night, in that despairing room, there was a couple who had also faced such despair.
...
Loren stood behind the railing in the last row of the auditorium, watching Dumbledore and Crouch on the referee's bench pouring tea for each other, chatting and laughing, blowing towards them. The wind carried the faint scent of tea and polyjuice potion.
"Wheat, are you there?"
After the words fell, a clear muffled sound sounded in the air, and the figure of the house elf appeared in front of Loren.
Wheat raised his head and looked at him anxiously with his black eyes: "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Potter and Mr. Diggory were taken away by Professor Moody! Is this normal? Should we notify the principal?"
"I think Professor Dumbledore already knows." Loren lowered his head and looked into Wheat's big eyes, "This is a conspiracy of someone pretending to be Professor Moody, and it may also be part of Dumbledore's plan, referee There is also a Death Eater accomplice sitting on the table, and I don't know whether I should expose him now."
Hearing this, Xiaomai was so anxious that he wanted to cry: "What should we do now? We have to do something. ! The elves of Hogwarts have the obligation to protect every student!"
"I really want to do something, and I need your help." Loren took a breath and held the wand in his hand. , putting his other hand on Mai's shoulder.
"The magic of house elves is different from that of wizards. The defensive magic within the school will not work on you..." Loren paused, "Do you know the village of Little Hangleton?"
Xiaomai was stunned for a moment, his expression blank.
Loren was not disappointed and continued: "I know where they are. You have to take me out of Hogwarts first and leave the rest to me."
Wheat Without any hesitation, he raised his right hand and pinched his middle finger and thumb together. After a soft sound, the two of them disappeared.
...
Loren is hiding behind the collapsed stone wall of the church. Next to him is a tombstone with a blurred inscription. The firewood not far in front is crackling, vigorously. The tongue of fire licked the black crucible. On both sides of the crucible, Loren saw four people standing opposite each other.
Moody's clothes were worn on Crouch. Compared with the neat suits and elegant and solemn dresses in the past, the tattered robes and trousers that exposed one leg looked a bit tattered. His eyes looked at the crucible with joy.
In the crucible, the bubbles were gurgling, and it was boiling more and more fiercely, splashing out sparks like magma, but the water surface was not crimson red, but bright silver like diamonds.
"Get rid of those who are in the way first."
The man's light voice fell, and Bellatrix beside him quickly threw out a green light and went straight towards Cedric. .
Loren thought, and magic power as transparent as lake water flowed into the wand, revealing the tip of the wand. The magic power undulated and swayed in the dark night, and instantly spread to Cedric, who was twenty feet away. , the water-like magic power froze instantly and divided into two streams.
A shield of invisible and transparent magic hit the Death Curse head-on, and a stream of light that turned into a slightly lighter green suddenly crashed into Cedric.
Cedric only felt a flash of green light. Before he could carefully perceive the details of the Death Curse, a powerful impact knocked him away and crashed into a pile of fallen leaves. Then his body collapsed. Stiff, unable to move.
...
He heard the sound of broken glass in a trance, and something flew out heavily beside him. Harry turned his head and stared blankly at Cedric's body thrown away. He flew twenty feet away, half of his body buried in the grass, and his legs hung limply outside, lifeless.
Harry's brain could not accept the scene in front of him. He seemed to have entered the state of manipulating Legilimency in the underground potions classroom again. Apart from a vague feeling of disbelief, he felt no other feeling, no sadness. , no fear, no anger, as indifferent as a bystander.
The hooded witch pointed her wand at his chest, and the invisible force dragged him off the ground, pushed him around, and hit the base of the statue of the Scythe Angel. The stone sculpture bound him under the influence of the transfiguration spell.
The cold sickle pole strangled his chest, Harry gasped hard, and his green eyes took everything around him into his mind:
It was Bellatrix who killed Cedric. Gram, so the one who can touch his scar is Voldemort. He is planning to resurrect... He must find a way to leave, no, he must find a way to escape.
The name of Tom Riddle is written on the tombstone next to it... Shining in the starlight is the Contest trophy, which is a door key. A little further on, two legs are exposed outside the pile of leaves. It's Cedric's body.
...
"Uh! Uh!"
Hidden behind the haystacks and the remains of the stone statues, leaving only a narrow crack to peek out, Cedric's face turned blue, even under the petrification effect of the binding spell, he His cheeks were still twitching crazily, and he was trying to express himself with the only moving part of his body:
Go save people, hurry up and save Harry!
"Why, your face is cramped?"
Loren squatted behind the remains of the stone statue, his eyes close to the slit, and his voice only spread within the space of a few feet around him.
"Be calm. If I hadn't arrived in time, it would be your father, Mr. Amos Diggory, who would be cramping now."
Cedric tilted his head, expressing his expression clearly. Question: Why does his dad have cramps?
"Cry and convulse... I was looking forward to the glorious return of my son with joy, but what I received was a corpse. Do you think your parents will cry until they convulse?"
Luo Lun blinked. In his eyes, crystal blue light and cloud-like shadows were intertwined. It was as if everything in his sight had faded away, leaving only countless, thin white lines outlining it. outline.
It was actually him who rushed to save Cedric. It would have been fine if Dumbledore didn't know Voldemort's plan, but he had exposed Professor Moody's true identity early, so he couldn't have been unprepared.
There was only one truth. Dumbledore was definitely hiding somewhere nearby and knew he was coming.
We must find this old man!
"…"
The humanoid silhouette bound in mid-air represents Harry. The magic all over his body is in a strange state, flowing at a steady and steady pace; standing there The Bellatrix in front of him had normal magic power.
The most eye-catching person is Crouch, or in other words, Voldemort standing in front of the crucible.
(End of this chapter)