Magic Journey from Hogwarts

When Aaron and Fleur arrived at the finish line according to the map, Cedric and Harry were fighting the civets, but they were all wounded, so they were obviously at a disadvantage.

"Come here and help." Cedric said hastily.

"It's not impossible to help, but... there is a small condition." Aaron said meaningfully, "How about getting in touch with the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament together?"

"Hey! This is taking advantage of others!" Cedric said angrily, "We finally reached the end."

"I arrived 15 minutes before you came, and I released these civets after I opened a golden treasure chest.

If it wasn't for someone's special request, if I really wanted to win the championship alone, what would you do? "

"This..."

"We agree." Harry said directly, he couldn't hold it anymore.

These civets will automatically split when they are attacked by magic power, and each split body is the same as the main body, with fangs and claws and quick movements. He has mastered a few spells that are almost useless, so he can only fight and retreat.

Aaron didn't help immediately, but looked at Cedric, "What about you?"

Cedric was still a little hesitant. After all, he was really close to the trophy now, and the distance of less than ten meters was almost within reach. He was really unwilling to give up under such circumstances.

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly, I'm not in a hurry.

In short, both Harry and Fleur agreed, and it will not be too late for me to act after you are exhausted by the civet cat. "

Hearing this, Cedric was taken aback for a moment, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

He also understood that even without these civets, Aaron would not give him the chance to touch the trophy.

This game has progressed to this point, the result is already very obvious, and it will be futile to persevere.

"I promise."

"Very good." Aaron clapped his hands, "You guys made a very wise decision."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and do it!" Harry shouted loudly.

"okay!"

Aaron waved his wand, and the ground under Harry and Cedric's feet rose rapidly and turned into a ten-meter-high column.

Seeing this, the civets showed their flexible bodies and terrifying jumping power, and rushed towards the column. It seemed that the height of ten meters was not difficult for them to overcome.

Cedric and Harry struggled to fight back, knocking them back with spells, but this also increased the speed at which they split.

"It really increases my workload!" Aaron smacked his lips and waved his wand again.

Fences grew on the ground, separating all the civets, and after a while, a ring-shaped cage was created in the center of the maze.

As all the civets were locked up, the pillars under Harry and Cedric's feet began to slowly descend.

call! x2.

Harry and Cedric heaved a sigh of relief, and lay down on the ground in a very disfigured manner.

"It's really exciting." Cedric said with lingering fear. The clothes on his body were scratched by the cat's claws, and he could see seven or eight bloodstains at a glance.

Harry nodded approvingly, the last time he felt this way was in the acromantula's lair.

"Fortunately, I agreed quickly, otherwise it would have been like the two of them lying here." Fu Rong thought to herself.

Aaron walked up to the two of them and helped them up, "It's still a matter of Krum. Before that, the two of you, no, the three of you should have a good rest!"

The three of them looked at each other, and unconsciously glanced at the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament in the center.

Very beautiful, but this honor has little to do with them.

Although it was touching the trophy together, it was more like buying one and getting four free, and they were the four who were given away.

Aaron frowned as he looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand.

Krum's position should be near the finish line, but he went around 200 meters away, and there weren't many magical animals around.

"Is there any problem?" Fu Rong asked, "Victor is not weak, as long as he doesn't encounter too much danger, it shouldn't be difficult to escape calmly!"

"How should I say it? Something's not quite right."

At this time, the maze began to move as a whole, except for a few hedge walls near the center, there were rustling sounds from other places.

On the Marauder's Map, Krum began to accelerate his actions. He seemed to know the most correct route, sparks and lightning all the way, bypassing all the magical animals, and quickly approaching the finish line.

"This... shouldn't be!" Aaron frowned even deeper. He felt that if Krum had the ability, he should have won the trophy long ago. There is no need to be the last one!

A sense of foreboding haunts Aaron that something may be wrong with Krum.

But after looking at the trophies of the Triwizard Tournament, he felt that there was no need to think too much.

Soldiers came to block, water came to cover, this game was watched by hundreds of people, even if Krum had any bad intentions, he could only suppress it in his heart.

Furthermore, all fear stems from insufficient firepower.

With his current strength, unless the Dark Lord is resurrected, there are really not many people who can make him feel afraid.

When Aaron set the inexplicable flag, Krum came to the finish line panting.

He looked at the three men and one woman sitting next to the trophy, his expression became extremely complicated, "The game...is it over?"

"Not yet, but soon." Cedric shrugged, "We've been waiting for you for several minutes."

"I..."

"Let's touch the trophy together!" Harry persuaded, "The game is not officially over yet, but we have already lost, and now we are just helping Aaron meet certain conditions."

Krum nodded in a daze, and didn't make any rebuttals, as if it was a matter of course.

Five people surrounded the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament.

"I'll count to three, two, and one. Let's touch the trophy together." Aaron said, and the other four also stretched out their hands tacitly, only one palm away from the trophy.

"Three, two, one..."

The moment the voice fell, Aaron suddenly noticed that Krum showed a weird smile, and his pupils seemed to have lost all color, like a marionette.

Aaron's heart thumped wildly, but it seemed that it was too late.

Their feet left the ground, the whistling wind filled their ears, and the surrounding scene began to rotate rapidly.

The audience outside the field stared blankly, unable to react from this sudden scene, thinking that the referee had set up another test.

"Portkey." Adrian stood up from the referee's seat, her face was extremely cold, "Professor Dumbledore, I hope you can explain to me why the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament becomes a Portkey?"

"Isn't this your arrangement?" Dumbledore asked puzzled.

"I don't remember making such an arrangement." Adrian sneered, "The trophy of the Triwizard Tournament was put into the maze by the people of Hogwarts, and it was the people of Hogwarts who were responsible for checking the venue."

Dumbledore froze for a moment, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and looked around the maze, "Alastor, you..."

"I don't know what's going on." Moody roared anxiously and angrily.

"Please, Uncle Jinns."

Jinns waved his wand expressionlessly, and a flash of white light hit Moody, sending him flying over the hedgerow of the maze.

Moody got up in a panic, his face completely changed, worry and anxiety turned into a ferocious sneer, "When did you find out that I was fake?"

"I didn't find anything, I just don't want to let any suspects go." Adrian said indifferently, "Dumbledore believes you, but you are indeed the most suspect."

"Sir, can you tell me where you sent my young master?"

"He won't be in danger for the time being, but others may not be so lucky, especially Harry Potter." The fake Moody laughed loudly as he said, his sick laughter made the audience feel nervous.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked suppressing his anger, "Where is Alastor?"

"For some reason, I still need him, so he is still alive."

"Poison Potion?"

Fake Moody didn't deny it, just looked at him mockingly, "Goodbye, Dumbledore, I'm going to meet my master."

"It's not that easy to leave!" Jins waved his wand expressionlessly, and a blue light shot out from his wand.

The fake Moody immediately raised his wand to fight back, but the scarlet spell he cast was easily defeated by the blue light, and he flew backward again and landed above the hedge.

"Hahaha... very strong, I'm really not your opponent." Fake Moody endured the severe pain on his body and wiped the blood from his forehead, "But it's too late, the Dark Lord is about to make a comeback, he There will be a new order."

After speaking, he jumped into the maze and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Professor Dumbledore, please organize the scene." Jins briefly reminded, and poked his wand heavily on the ground.

Green fluctuations swept forward, spreading to the entire maze in an instant.

The next moment, the walls of the labyrinth began to rotate, and the rotation speed continued to increase while also decreasing, forming a giant green vortex.

The entire audience opened their mouths in astonishment, and even Dumbledore was very surprised.

Even an ordinary great magister may not be able to use this level of magic. The strength of a butler, Jins, is actually so terrifying.

After a while, the dementors, trolls, manticores and other magical animals in the maze were all squeezed out of the vortex, but they all stood there trembling, not daring to move.

Finally, the figure of False Moody appeared in the very center of the vortex. He was entangled by countless green hedges, and his body was covered with large and small wounds.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Lupine conjured a rope and pulled him up, then pointed his wand to his forehead, "Where's Harry?"

"Do you think I'll tell you?

Harry Potter is the one whom the Dark Lord calls for! "

Lupine gritted his teeth angrily, and was thinking about how to force him to speak when Dumbledore came over.

"Severus has Veritaserum, and I think Fudge will give him provisional approval."

"Ah?" Fudge was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, "Yes, approved, must be approved."

"You have no chance." The fake Moody smiled proudly, "The time is almost up."

After the words fell, he himself seemed to have entered the center of the storm, his body twisted a few times and disappeared in place.