themonasnovels Chapter 689 The Dark Lord... Chapter is coming!
Chapter 689 The Dark Lord... Chapter is coming!
Chapter 689 The Dark Lord...is back!
In the auditorium, the students were frantically discussing who would win the final competition.
Although Hermione is No.1 and has countless fans, the students of every college will support their own warriors.
Orally, at least.
The students of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, who worked hard to support their own warriors, were hoarse.
Four colleges, three schools... The students are arguing loudly.
It was so intense that it seemed that what was going on was not a triwizard contest, but an American election.
Turn blue for a while, turn red for a while, limit to come back and come back again, it's fun!
William was out of the quarrel, looking at the two-way mirror in his hand, and Hermione was wearing one.
In this way, she can broadcast the whole process, as if it was a live broadcast.
William, Anne and Gabriel were all calling 666 to her.
The double-sided mirror is from Anne, and the other is from Dumbledore.This was the Christmas present given to Anne by the headmaster many years ago.
However, watching the game like this, there is no way to go in and watch the game.
William couldn't help but want to apply and enter the maze as a checkpoint to guard the trophy.
Stark Card Guardian Angel!
Only those who can pass his level can win the championship.
The four patrolmen, together with Ludo, guarded different areas.
If there is a spark in the area you are in charge of, you will go in to rescue the students.
As the game progressed, red sparks continued to appear in the sky.
Madam Pomfrey held various medicine bottles and treated the injuries of the rescued students.
A student was bitten on the rear by a swallow-tailed dog and needed immediate rabies injection.
A ghoul haunted a Beauxbatons witch, howling over her head.
Worst of all, there is Poliaco of Durmstrang.
He poked a hornet's nest, was stung dozens of needles by Billywig bugs, his entire face could not be seen, and he turned into a veritable pockmark.
Anyone who is stung by a billywig will feel dizzy and then float up flickeringly.
This side effect is like drinking Vita lemon tea.
So Polyarco was happy, floating in the air, and couldn't come back for a long time.
"Don't touch me, I can still stab... I'm the champion!" he yelled.
"Another crazy one." Madam Pomfrey shook her head tsk-tsk.
A flame popped out, another warrior abstaining.
The difference is that this time it's a three-shot burst, which means...a matter of life and death.
Professor McGonagall rushed in.
The students all stood up, wanting to see who the unlucky guy is this time... This is the only fun they can't see the specific game.
But Professor McGonagall took a long time to enter, and it took a full 5 minutes before he came out.
Shockingly, the first to come out was... Cedric!
There was an uproar among the students, especially the Hufflepuffs.
Cedric is the only hope for the little badgers, how could he fail? !
Professor McGonagall stepped out of the maze with a serious face, her hands were shaking, and she seemed to be trying not to let herself cry.
On one side of her, there was also a stretcher floating, on which lay a little wizard.
Everyone stood up to see who was lying on the stretcher.
"What happened?" Professor Sprout not far away asked loudly. "Cedric, why did you come out so soon!"
Cedric stared blankly at his dean, and it took him a long time before he could speak:
"Ron...Ron..."
"he……"
"died!"
The crowd left their seats and ran towards the field.
All the referees also got up, and Dumbledore walked quickly.
Cedric squatted on the ground, surrounded by dark figures, all crowded towards him.
He saw Minister Fudge's fat body running past, and even slipped and fell in the middle.
He was pale and frightened.
"Merlin...Weasley!" he yelled. "Dumbledore...he's dead!"
The word was spread, and the dark figure that was squeezing inside spread it to the people around it in horror.
Others shouted—screams echoed through the night.
"he died!"
"he died!"
"Ron Weasley! Dead!"
Dumbledore got closer, he supported the swaying Professor McGonagall, looked at Cedric, and said with a serious face: "Diggory, what's going on?"
"Krum...Krum..." Cedric said hoarsely, "He killed Ron with Avada Kedavra!"
"That's impossible!" Fudge said in disbelief. "Did you see it?"
"I saw it with my own eyes!" Cedric gritted his teeth.
"After he killed Ron, he turned his wand on me again. I disarmed him and he ran away... I went after him.
But it was a maze, and after a few turns, he didn't know where to go! "
Cedric handed Krum his wand.
Dumbledore raised his own wand and docked it with Krum's wand.
"Flashback Flash Curse!" he whispered.
Avada Kedavra's unique light emerged from where the two wands met.
"Fade away!" he whispered again.
The Avada Kedavra formed by the smoke turned into a wisp of light smoke and disappeared.
"Catch Krum immediately," Fudge ordered loudly.
"The physical and personal evidence is convincing, immediately enter the maze to arrest him."
"Digory needs to go to the school hospital!" Madam Pomfrey said.
Dumbledore nodded and turned to look in the direction of Gryffindor's seat.
"Dumbledore, Arthur...he's coming...would you like to tell him first—before he sees the corpse—" Professor McGonagall whispered.
Mr. Weasley was struggling to push forward in the crowd, while Mrs. Weasley had passed out, and Bill and Fred were shouting there.
Harry stood there dumbfounded, as if stupid.
"Send the students back to the common room, all students, immediately!" Dumbledore ordered.
All the teachers walked towards the auditorium to prevent the students from continuing to crowd towards the maze area.
Mr. Weasley finally squeezed over. He gently hugged Ron's body with both hands, and he, who was already tear-stained, burst into tears.
Dumbledore's lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but he remained silent.
At this time, another gorgeous firework exploded.
—from the center of the maze.
All looked up.
"The Triwizard Tournament is over, someone won the trophy..." Li's voice echoed in the arena, and he said in a low voice, "The competition is finally over..."
Dumbledore's deep voice echoed in the arena.
"William, come to me...I need you!"
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Everyone else was leaving, but Malfoy took his wife, Narcissa, and rushed towards the maze against the crowd.
Their son Draco is still inside!
Halfway through, Malfoy suddenly covered his arms, panting heavily.
His face was pale, and his body began to tremble violently involuntarily.
"What's wrong?" Narcissa hurriedly supported her husband.
"He... he... the Dark Lord... is back!" Malfoy's face was full of fear.
"What, how is it possible?" Narcissa trembled.
"He's calling... us, for the first time in 14 years." Malfoy looked desperate.
"What should we do now?"
"Find Draco first, and after you find him, you'll stay at Hogwarts..." Malfoy looked up at the sky, his lips twitching.
Finally silent channel:
"I'm going...to meet him..."
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"I... can't see him!" Karkaroff was shaking all over.
On his exposed left arm, the Dark Mark had turned into scorched black.
This was Voldemort calling the Death Eaters back to him.
When the signal was given, all the Death Eaters had to Apparate at once to appear beside him.
"I want...to escape..." Karkaroff said in despair. "Severus, let's run together, we both hide our names and hide where no one is.
Hiding in the United States, we can still take care of each other. "
Snape was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said calmly, "You run away...I want to stay at Hogwarts."
"Why, why didn't you run away? Think you're safe hiding here?" Karkaroff asked, "Dumbledore is old!
He can protect you for a while, but not for a lifetime!
The Dark Lord will kill you sooner or later, there is no need to work for Dumbledore! "
Snape didn't speak.
Karkaroff stomped his feet, stopped talking nonsense, turned around and ran away.
Snape's dark eyes stared at Karkaroff's receding back.
He suddenly murmured: "Lily."
Snape's voice was bleak, like... like those bare sycamores, empty in winter and nothing but dead branches.
The professor's back was a little stooped, and when he turned around again, he returned to his expressionless dead face.
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(End of this chapter)