Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Today's game was really boring for Harry. After starting, Harry felt as if there was some kind of force guiding him in the direction of progress.

And with the blessing of this power, he came to the Triwizard Cup almost unscathed.

This was different from what Harry had imagined. In Harry's imagination, this competition should be the most dangerous, but now he reached the finish line so easily.

This made him hesitate when facing the trophy, and he began to wonder if the trophy in front of him might be a trap.

And God seemed to hear Harry's voice, and the next game immediately became tense and exciting.

First, Mike jumped out and said that the trophy had been tampered with. Then Hagrid came out and attacked Mike with a killing curse. Finally, Mike said that the Hagrid who was holding his hand and wouldn't let go was a fake!

Isn’t this too exciting?

Harry looked at Hagrid, who was different from usual, with a horrified look on his face. His body was trembling. Deep down in his heart, he was still more willing to believe what Mike said. After all, what he said made sense.

But it seems that no one he believes can solve the current situation.

Not far away, Mike stood up slowly and had already activated Occlumency. The fall just now was really hard. Even after resting in the mud for a while, his right leg was still aching.

Mike silently pointed the wand at Hagrid and said while stretching his injured right leg:

"You must be Barty Crouch Jr., right? It was you who killed Mr. Crouch Sr., and it was you who used the Imperius Curse to control Krum, right?"

Facing the wand raised by Mike, 'Hagrid' pulled Harry in front of him, as if he wanted to use Harry as a shield, but the funny thing was that he obviously ignored his own body shape. Harry's thin His body couldn't stop his huge body at all.

Then, after hearing Mike's question, the grin on 'Hagrid's' face first froze, and then the corners of his mouth widened even further.

"Hahaha! As expected of you! Mike Townley! I have to say, you are indeed a genius. If you were not born with Muggle blood but pure blood... No! Even if you are just a half-blood mongrel, I will not hesitate. I recommend you to my great master!" Little Barty hooked Harry's neck and said with a grin, "But it's obvious that your talent is not outstanding enough! Mike Townley! I won this competition!"

After saying that, little Barty grabbed Harry's hand and reached for the Triwizard Cup!

Mike's eyes froze, and he stamped his feet on the ground. At the same time, the fire spell that had been prepared erupted from the wand and turned into a powerful flame that hit Mike's back, providing Mike with power.

In an instant, Mike's whole body seemed like a ignited feather arrow, flying towards Barty and Harry with the sound of breaking wind!

At this time, Barty Jr. and Harry finally grabbed the Triwizard Cup.

With the Triwizard Cup as the center, the surrounding space, as well as Harry and Barty Jr. beside the Triwizard Cup, suddenly distorted as if they were a swimming pool being filled with water.

Looking at Mike flying towards him and estimating Mike's flying speed, the smile on Little Barty's distorted face became more and more playful.

However, his smile quickly disappeared.

Because Mike in mid-air actually used the fire spell again, and the power of the fire spell he used this time was even greater. The terrifying backlash provided by the amazing flames and explosions immediately acted on Mike, making him frown. Wrinkle almost cried out in pain, and at the same time, his speed increased a lot again!

Finally, under Barty's distorted and horrified expression, Mike's hand touched the edge of the Triwizard Cup at the moment it disappeared!

"Plop!"

With the thunderous sound of firecrackers exploding, Mike and Barty Jr., together with the Triwizard Cup, all disappeared into the maze!

…

After a while, the three people appeared in an open space again.

The spatial transfer of the Portkey obviously did not eliminate the inertia of Mike's charge. Poor Mike fell out again and plowed a deep mark on the ground before he stopped.

This time, Mike did not choose to lie down and rest for a while. He quickly got up, took out a bottle of healing potion prepared by Benjamin from the bag of the Seamless Stretch Spell, and drank it.

The potion took effect quickly, and feeling a heat flowing through his body, Mike raised his head and began to observe the surrounding environment.

This should be a cemetery. The ground is overgrown with weeds, and among the tall weeds, Mike also vaguely discovered some broken tombstones.

Seeing this, Mike couldn't help but feel lucky. If he had hit those tombstones while gliding just now, his injuries might not be cured by a bottle of healing potion.

The half-missed moon still hangs in the sky, pouring its moonlight onto the earth beneath it.

From Mike's perspective, there is a small hill directly below the crescent moon, and on the hillside, an exquisite old house stands impressively!

Riddle's old house!

Mike recognized the identity of the old house almost instantly, and his heartbeat accelerated at the same time. Although there were some accidents along the way, he finally arrived at this place!

Voldemort's carefully prepared place of rebirth!

A smile appeared on Mike's face, which looked a little embarrassed because it was stained with some dirt.

At the same time, not far away, Barty Jr. and Harry, who were still holding the trophy, finally got up from the ground.

As soon as he stood up, little Barty once again firmly grasped Harry's neck in his hand. At the same time, he also picked up the wand and looked at Mike warily.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

At this moment, a sound of grass being trampled suddenly came over. Mike heard the sound and went away, and saw a short figure walking towards here with difficulty stepping on the tall weeds. In the arms of the figure, he seemed to be holding someone in his arms. Wearing something.

Although the figure walked with difficulty, its speed was extremely fast, and it came to the three of them in a short while.

It seemed that he did not expect to see so many people. The figure was obviously startled when he discovered Mike and others.

Then I saw him holding a big cloth bag in one hand, and hurriedly taking out a wand from his pocket with the other hand, pointing at Barty Jr. at one moment and at Mike at the other.

"Idiot! That big guy is Barty Jr.!"

A strange, sharp and hoarse voice came from the cloth bag held by the man, and when he heard the voice, little Barty suddenly became excited.

"Master! I knew you would definitely come back! I have been waiting for you to lead us back to the top for so many years!"

"Oh! Little Barty, my most loyal servant, I am very happy that you have never left. Please believe me, after I am reborn..."

Mike laughed at this.

Little Barty's words about the owner already indicated the identity of the person in the arms of the short, fat figure.

Voldemort!

Fully implementing the strategy of striking first, Mike said nothing nonsense, took back his blackthorn wand, took out Krum's wand and directly threw a death curse at the short and fat figure.

The pudgy figure obviously didn't expect that Mike would attack directly without saying a word. In panic, he yelled "Avada Kedavra!" and shot a green light to resist Mike's attack.

And under the illumination of the miserable green light, Mike finally saw the true face of the short and fat figure.

That was surprisingly Peter Pettigrew, who had long been declared dead by the Ministry of Magic!

In an instant, two evil spells shining with ominous light collided together, shooting out countless green light points and plasma in mid-air!

However, Peter's panicked Death Curse was obviously not as powerful as Mike's. Almost instantly, Mike's Death Curse went upstream against Peter's Death Curse!

Voldemort's scream sounded from Peter's arms again, but the voice was no longer as domineering as when he was talking to Barty Jr., instead it was filled with panic!

"No! Avada Kedavra!"

Another pale green light lit up from Barty's wand, but Mike didn't panic at all. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly.

‘Silent wandless spell-multi-casting-earth stabbing spell! ’

As Mike's fingers moved slightly, a stone wall rose up in front of Barty and Harry without any warning. Barty's hateful blow actually hit the stone wall directly.

"boom!"

There was a huge explosion from the stone wall, and the powerful backlash and flying rocks all hit Barty Jr. and Harry, sending the two men flying far away.

This scene was all seen by Mike out of the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face became even thicker. After being hurt so much, little Barty would definitely not be able to recover for a while, and this little time was enough for him to catch him alive. Voldemort is gone!

Thinking about it, Mike desperately drove his magic power, and a solid magical light flashed from his body, and then converted into an ominous green light through the wand. In an instant, the green light flourished again!

Peter on the opposite side was almost frightened when he saw this scene. His eyes kept turning, looking at Voldemort in his arms for a while, and for a while looking at the Death Curse that was about to be blocked. It seemed that Voldemort was blocking it. Gun means.

At this moment, a hoarse whisper came from Peter's arms again.

It was a language that humans could not understand at all. It was a sound that only existed in the deepest depths of human nightmares. Mike could not describe the specific feeling when he heard that sound, but since the sound entered his ears, he felt an uncontrollable feeling. The constant fear swept over his consciousness, making his whole body stiffen, and the life-killing curse he was maintaining naturally dissipated.

Mike's body was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked at the baby in Peter's arms in horror. He really didn't expect that Voldemort still had such power!

"kill him!"

The hoarse voice sounded again, but this time it was in a language that humans can understand, and there was a strong sense of weariness in the tone.

And hearing this voice, Peter, who was standing in a daze at the moment after the disaster, also woke up.

He looked at the trembling Mike with a ferocious smile on his face, and slowly raised his wand!

How do people react when they are in extreme fear?

This was a question Mike once asked his psychiatrist out of boredom.

I still remember the doctor’s answer at the time:

When most people are in extreme fear, their hands and feet become numb and unable to move. There is also a small group of people who will make an instinctive judgment and run away. And only a very small number of people will fall into madness and fight each other desperately!

And Mike is just one of those very few!

"Hooo!"

A roar that did not sound like a human voice came from Mike's throat, and his stiff and trembling arms suddenly moved. A scarlet red flame containing some kind of black energy spontaneously moved as his arm moved. The wand was thrown out, and before it hit the ground, it turned into a ferocious fire snake and flew toward Peter!

The fire snake swelled in the wind, and the magic flame containing the power of the curse crazily burned everything around it, including weeds, rocks, soil and even the air. Everything was turned into ashes and turned into ashes under the burning. The power fed back to the fire snake itself.

Almost instantly, the fire snake that was only a few meters long turned into a huge fire python that was more than ten meters long!

The only thing that hasn't changed is that the direction it's heading is still Peter and Voldemort!

Mike's body was still trembling, but his expression was extremely ferocious, and those scarlet eyes contained endless madness and anger!

Not far away, Peter screamed in surprise the moment he saw the magic python appear, threw the swaddling clothes in his hand, and disappeared into the cemetery with a burst of crackling firecrackers!

He escaped!

Voldemort's frightened and hoarse voice could be vaguely heard in his ears, but at this moment Mike had no intention of capturing him alive!

The power displayed by Voldemort was unexpectedly strong. The language he had never heard before seemed to have a mysterious power, and it could actually arouse the deepest fear in his heart.

To be on the safe side, Voldemort can't stay!

"Die!"

Strong killing intent emanated from Mike's body, as if he felt the powerful thoughts of his master, Krum's wand in Mike's hand suddenly trembled.

This wand is specially made for fighting. It can be said that fighting and killing are the meaning of its existence!

What's more, its current owner, Mike, is about to kill one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Voldemort!

How could they not be excited about this!

The World-Destroying Fire Python has arrived in front of Voldemort. It seems to possess some kind of wisdom. In the raised snake head, the scarlet vertical pupils made of fierce fire are looking at the weak creature in front of it sarcastically.

Suddenly, it moved.

I saw it slowly lowering its hideous snake head, like a vicious predator playing tricks on its prey, wanting to bring the prey in front of it into endless fear.

Mike, who was holding his wand high not far away, suddenly frowned.

Using an unfamiliar wand reduced his control over Li Huo a lot, and the demonic python composed of Li Huo in front of him was already a little out of control.

He stabilized his mind and once again increased his mental power output.

There was a humanized look of pain in the eyes of the demon python. It glanced at its master with evil intentions, then no longer hesitated, opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards the prey in front of it!

However, at this moment, an accident occurred.