[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

During dinner, the Dark Lord finally decided to officially show up. He took Tom to sit on the professor's chair - Tom's protest was ineffective - which made Harry, who was already nervous because of the competition, even more unable to eat.

"Tom is doing quite well." Ron said in a sinister tone, seeing that the ugly and tall Dark Lord on the professor's desk was even urging Tom to eat more.

"Don't be fooled by illusions," Hermione said without hesitation, serving Harry some scrambled eggs. "Are you feeling okay, Harry?"

Harry forced a smile, deliberately not looking at the professor's chair, so as not to affect his state of play later.

As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple dusk, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table and motioned for silence.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports ground. go."

Tom gave Harry a concerned look.

"Do you want him to win?" the Dark Lord asked him.

"Of course." Tom glanced at the Dark Lord in surprise, "You hope so too, right? Otherwise, if he loses, what glory will be on your face as your opponent?"

Tom's rude way of speaking made Professor McGonagall look at him worriedly, while little Barty glared at him like an enraged mad dog.

"Do you also believe that he is worthy of being my enemy?" The Dark Lord laughed. "If he wins," he glanced at Dumbledore intentionally or unintentionally, "the Dark Lord will reward him."

Dumbledore took a deep look at him and said: "We can also prepare to enter." As he said this, he distributed wizard hats with bright red stars to each professor - of course, the Dark Lord refused to wear them. Wear this weird hat.

When they entered the Quidditch pitch, Tom found that it had become completely unrecognizable. A series of hedges, estimated to be twenty feet high, turned the entire site into an intricate maze.

Professor McGonagall and the other four patrol teachers did not go to the stands with them, but walked towards the contestants.

"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and someone will come to help you. Do you understand?" She looked more. Harry for a moment, until Harry was alone and nodded vigorously at her again.

"Don't be afraid." Professor McGonagall patted Harry on the shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and then added: "Don't be impulsive."

Harry nodded again.

Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and said "Loud," and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter - 85 points, tied for first place , Hogwarts School!" The applause and cheers frightened the birds in the Forbidden Forest and flew into the darkening night sky. "Victor Krum - 80 points, second place, Durmstrang College!" There was another round of applause. "Fleur Delacour - third place, Beauxbatons Academy!"

"Now...Harry and Cedric, listen to my whistle!" Bagman said, "Three-two--"

With a short whistle, Harry and Cedric hurried into the maze.

Tom craned his neck in the stands, but he could see nothing but the tall, dense hedges.

"There's no live broadcast?" he asked in disbelief, "There's no broadcast either? Are we just sitting here?" He hesitated if he asked Professor Snape to help him cast a flying spell to summon the telescope in the dormitory. Come here, will Professor Snape deduct a few points from Gryffindor in turn - but if he casts the Flying Charm himself, he is not sure what his overly lively magic will happily roll up. Stuff comes back.

"Mystery brings power...the logic of secretly casting spells." The Dark Lord chuckled and waved his wand widely. Several professors jumped up reflexively, until they realized that the Dark Lord just conjured A light screen was built across the entire stadium, and the scenes in the maze were projected onto the light screen.

Several professors sat down again with vigilance.

The Dark Lord ignored their actions and watched with interest as Harry and Cedric separated at the fork in the road.

"It's too early to separate." The Dark Lord commented, "Hogwarts is tied for first place. They can completely cooperate and ambush at the entrance, and eliminate Durmstrang and Beauxbatons first."

The Dark Lord's nonchalant comment earned Madame Maxime a glare.

Durmstrang's representative teacher pretended to be fully focused on Krum, who entered the maze in response to the whistle, as if he was so absorbed that he didn't hear the Dark Lord's words.

Bagman blew the third whistle, and all the warriors were in the maze.

Tom watched Harry navigate the maze unimpeded until Cedric chased Harry from behind with a look of haste.

"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewt!" he hissed. "It's huge - I had a hard time escaping!"

The magic amplified Cedric's voice so that everyone could hear it clearly - which made Cedric himself startle and look around suspiciously. But judging from his reaction, it seemed that the contestants couldn't see the live broadcast light screen above their heads.

"Tail-explosion...what?" Tom suspected that he heard a newly coined word. He stretched his neck and began to search in the direction Cedric came from. He saw a gray-white, shiny armor-like thing that looked like a giant scorpion with a sting wrapped around its back, but it had no head. The monster, probably with exploding flames spraying from its tail, looks dangerous and disgusting.

"Blast-ended snails." Dumbledore smiled with a hint of pride, "A new species bred by Hagrid. Harry and the others helped Hagrid a lot in feeding the snails."

Tom: "..." In terms of how disgusting and dangerous this thing is, maybe the difficulty of feeding it is about the same as feeding a baby-sized Dark Lord.

Looking back at the light curtain, Cedric had quickly rushed into another fork in the road, and Harry met...

Dementors? Tom felt it, and his magic power rolled lazily inside his body, with no intention of coming out to add food. .seven

Okay, it's the Boggart.

Harry also reacted and blew the boggart away with his hilarious antics.

The Dark Lord changed his sitting position in boredom and watched Harry wandering around the maze indifferently. When he saw that he was obviously going the wrong way, he even sneered. Harry even laughed out loud when he tried to use the Shattering Charm against a cloud of enchanted golden mist.

"The current education at Hogwarts is really an eye-opener for me..." He looked past Dumbledore and looked at Umbridge, his tone was very kind, "What do you think, ma'am?"

Umbridge's lips turned white, which seemed to match her pink clothes.

"Ah," she smiled stiffly, but spoke very smoothly, quickly echoing the Dark Lord's meaning, "Obviously, there are still some loopholes in the magic education at Hogwarts."

"Please forgive me for reminding you," Dumbledore said calmly, "This Triwizard Tournament has an age limit, and Harry, as an unexpected underage contestant, some spells are beyond the standards of the courses he has learned. The scope should be understandable and considerate.”

Even after Dumbledore said this, Tom still saw the other professors sullen. Although this is excusable, it still seems to be embarrassing in front of the Dark Lord and foreign schools.

Even Dumbledore's smile became slightly stiffer after seeing Harry bravely rush into the fog after discovering that the Crushing Curse had no effect.

"The courage of Gryffindor." The Dark Lord even smiled and clapped his hands, not sparing any opportunity to further embarrass the professors of Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Fleur, who hit the Blast-Ended Skrewt at the next moment, fired red sparks to ask for help, which at least did not bring disgrace to Hogwarts.

Now that there are only three people in the maze, Hogwarts' chance of winning has increased from one-half to two-thirds.

After Harry passed through the fog, he didn't encounter anything for at least ten minutes. He always entered dead ends, and twice even turned on the same wrong road - Dumbledore rubbed his nose amidst the Dark Lord's ridicule. .

"I hope you have a good sense of direction, boy." The Dark Lord said to Tom.

Tom shrugged and said, "You know, I might blow up these hedges."

"Crooked way." The Dark Lord snorted, but he was not really angry. Instead, he deliberately and proudly glanced at Dumbledore - Dumbledore looked at Harry in the light curtain without squinting.

Finally Harry found a new path and jogged along it until he also bumped into Hagrid's blast-ended skrewt.

"Swoon!" Harry waved his wand without hesitation.

The spell hit the Blast-Ended Skrewt's armor and bounced back. Fortunately, Harry dodged quickly, but the spell caught the top of his head and scorched a piece of his hair.

Tom: "...!!!" This thing can also rebound the magic spell!

He immediately sat up straight, planning to ask Hagrid if the snail would shed its shell. If it did, would the shed shell still have the ability to rebound the spell? If anything he would like to customize a few sets of armor!

Even the Dark Lord looked at the Blast-Ended Skrewt a few more times.

"There are many obstacles!" Harry yelled at the rushing Explosive-Ended Skrewt. The spell hit the blaster's armor and was bounced off again. Harry staggered to avoid the ejected spells, fell to the ground when he retreated, and aimed at the Explosive-Ended Skrewt's abdomen that was not protected by armor, "There are many obstacles!"

The Blast-Ended Skrewt stood still. Harry gasped and scrambled to his feet, running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

At the other end of the maze, Cedric ran into Krum.

"Uh," Cedric raised his wand hesitantly, "Hello?"

Krum also showed a smile: "Fainted!"

Cedric jumped nimbly, but while he was still in the air, Krum had already cast the second spell: "A salvo of ten thousand bullets!"

A group of rapidly flying small yellow birds with sharp beaks appeared out of thin air, hitting Cedric's face one after another like a group of heavy golden bullets, pecking and scratching every piece of skin they could reach, forcing Cedric to use a He covered his face with one hand and waved the other hand randomly in the air, trying to drive away the birds. And as soon as he opened his mouth to scream or recite a spell, those fearless little yellow birds rushed directly into his mouth. Their fine and tough feathers choked him so much that he could hardly breathe, and his mouth was warm and moving. The touch made his hair stand on end and made him retching.

Krum slowly aimed at him again: "Fainted."

Cedric passed out in relief.

Krum cautiously did not approach him, but fired a string of red sparks directly into the sky, marking Cedric's location.

"Karkaroff has done some practical things over the years," the Dark Lord smiled, with a hint of horror, "It's a pity..."

Harry had no idea what was happening on the other side of the maze. He didn't know yet that the final hope of Hogwarts' victory rested entirely on him. He wandered alone in the increasingly dark maze. He entered dead ends several times and had to rely on directional spells to get back around. Finally, he encountered a monster again, the Sphinx with the head of a human and the body of a lion. .

"You are very close to your goal. The fastest way is to pass through me." The Sphinx said while lying in the middle of the road.

"Then...can you please give way?" Harry said politely - the Dark Lord laughed again.

"What exactly did you learn in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts?" Umbridge asked, holding her voice.

"Every year's syllabus, teaching materials, and teaching content are submitted to the Ministry of Magic on time for filing." Dumbledore said kindly, "We teach in strict accordance with the ordinary wizard level education curriculum standards set by the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge gave a pretentious smirk.

Fortunately, Harry successfully guessed the Sphinx's riddle without making the situation further embarrassing. He started running, and everyone in the stands could see that he was not far from the trophy - but Klum on the opposite side was closer to the trophy, and he was also sprinting towards the trophy -

"Careful!" Harry yelled to the other side, "Expelliarmus!"

Krum didn't even notice the huge spider hiding in the shadows on his left. Instead, he reflexively threw the Stunning Curse at Harry as soon as Harry's voice sounded - which made him miss the chance to avoid the spider. Last chance - the carriage-sized spider hit him hard.

"Passed out!"

Fortunately, Krum reacted quickly and rolled over to relieve himself of the momentum. At least he was not seriously injured. He cooperated with Harry and cast the coma spell again - the huge eight-eyed spider twitched. , fell to the side, crushed a hedge, and spread its long hairy legs on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked as he ran to Krum.

Krum gritted his teeth and sat on the ground, covering his side, shook his head, and said reluctantly, "I can't get up. You go ahead, you win."

Harry hesitated, slowly took two steps towards the trophy, and looked at Krum again.

Krum looked at him grimly.

"Then I...go get it." Harry said nonchalantly, turning and walking towards the trophy.

Krum quietly raised his wand behind him: "The trophy is flying!"

——It was the Chaser's intuition that saved the day.

When Harry saw the golden trophy whizzing over, he jumped up and grabbed it firmly, not letting go even though it was dragged along the ground by the curse.

"..." Krum put down his wand, his face still gloomy, "You win."

The hem of Harry's wizard robe was frayed, and his legs were bruised and bleeding. His legs were shaking so much that he couldn't stand up, but the trophy was firmly in his hands. He looked at the trophy in his hand, and then at Klum who was as if nothing had happened. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just raised the trophy with a grin and said, "I won!"

The audience in the stands was already cheering wildly, and Bagman's voice spread throughout the campus: "The final winner of this Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter, Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore raised his wand and fired a large stream of various fireworks into the sky. The Weasley twins cheered and scampered through the crowd in the stands, selling their homemade Weasley fireworks. The Gryffindor students hugged each other, shouted and jumped, crazy with joy.

When Harry was initially treated by the patrol teacher who ran into the arena and struggled to walk through the crowd to the stands, the Dark Lord finally stood up.

The dark magic pressure spread, suppressing the joyful atmosphere around him.

"Very good, great!" The Dark Lord opened his arms, "Harry Potter... the Dark Lord will reward you!"

Harry's smile faded.

"I don't need it!" He stared at his biggest enemy in his life with hatred.

The Dark Lord slashed his arm with the wand like a sharp blade, and thick blood rushed out and flowed into the small glass bottle that appeared out of thin air. With another stroke of his wand, the wound on his hand disappeared without a trace.

"The blood of your enemy," the Dark Lord walked down the stand with an unpredictable smile, and stuffed the glass bottle into Harry's hand, "can bring your parents... back to life."

Harry's resisting hand paused. A thin layer of sweat formed on his palms, making the glass bottle still containing the Dark Lord's body temperature slippery. He couldn't help but tighten his grip with more strength.

Snape's face froze in the stands.

Dumbledore saw everything and closed his eyes dizzily. He knew that he couldn't say anything at this moment, otherwise Harry, the child, would be separated from him. But he also had to talk to the kid...

Tom Riddle... The old man stared at the maniacally laughing figure. Do you have to spread the loss of control and madness to every corner of the world?