Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

At the edge of the cemetery, on a grassy area near Harry and the Triwizard Cup Portkey, Mike climbed up from the weeds with difficulty.

He just tried to escape from the golden cicada's shell and used the transformation spell to avoid the concentrated fire of the group of black-robed and masked men.

However, due to the obstruction of that group of people, he also lost a great opportunity to prevent Voldemort's resurrection. In the end, he could only throw the holy sword like a javelin. I don't know whether that sword successfully stopped Barty Jr. or not.

With this in mind, Mike reached out and wiped it on his face, then instinctively looked up.

And just at this glance, Mike was stunned.

I saw that half of the sky at this moment was illuminated by bright green, and the source of that green light was a skull with a giant snake spitting out of its mouth!

"It looks like it failed."

Mike murmured, the disappointment in his eyes flashing away.

"Then retreat. The Holy Sword is coming!"

While muttering to himself, Mike waved his magic wand, and as he chanted the spell, the holy sword inserted in a big tree in the distance was also inspired, and it suddenly pulled out of the trunk and flew towards Mike.

This scene attracted the attention of Voldemort, who was groping his body.

Looking at the long sword that was flying towards the edge of the cemetery with white light, Voldemort remembered his previous experience of being almost burned to ashes with a fire curse.

In just a moment, endless shame and anger filled Voldemort's heart.

"You little bastard! Go to hell!"

Voldemort roared, and a stream of dark green flames suddenly spurted out from his mouth, turning into a fire snake several times larger than the two pythons released by Mike before, and chased after the holy sword in the direction of its flight. .

This scene was seen by Mike, and he hurried to the location of the Triwizard Cup in his memory.

Fortunately, he was lucky. The Triwizard Cup was not far away from him, and he arrived in just a few steps. Moreover, lying next to the Triwizard Cup, there was a struggling figure, Harry, covering his arms and forehead.

"help me……"

As if he sensed someone approaching, Mike opened his eyes and looked at Mike, still muttering words for help.

But Mike stopped beside Harry and the Triwizard Cup. He neither rescued Harry nor took the Portkey Triwizard Cup and escaped immediately.

'I'm just waiting for the Holy Sword, it's a treasure, I can't bear to part with it...'

Mike said this to himself in his heart, but in fact he knew very well that he hesitated.

To be honest, the most important thing he should do in this situation is to leave Harry alone or kill him directly.

Because Harry witnessed almost everything he did today. Although he did nothing wrong, his behavior was too weird, as if he had known that Voldemort would be reborn today, and Hagrid was also a minibus. Ti pretended to be the same.

If Harry really returns alive, it will definitely cause trouble for him. At the very least, Dumbledore's vigilance towards him will be raised to an unprecedented level.

At the same time, Harry is also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If Harry dies, it is equivalent to destroying a Horcrux.

Although there were so many benefits to killing Harry, Mike still hesitated when the matter came to pass.

He couldn't forget what Harry had done in the maze before, and he couldn't forget the scene when Harry yelled at Barty, who was pretending to be Hagrid, and said that if he wanted the Triwizard Cup, then he would give it to him.

People regard me as their best friend, and now I want to kill them?

Just like what I did in my previous life?

Mike's fists were clenched tightly, and the wand belonging to Krum was actually crushed by Mike under this huge force.

Not far away, the Holy Sword was still flying desperately towards its master, and the dark green fire python behind it was also following closely behind the Holy Sword, chasing after it.

But the fire python obviously did not use its full strength. This can be seen from the fact that when it passed the four masked men in black robes, it even shed some flames on them.

On the other side, Mike looked at the holy sword and the flame python getting closer and closer, and finally made up his mind.

"Oh no! I'm such a worthless coward! Come on! Harry! Grab my hand and I'll take you home!"

Mike gritted his teeth and roared. He found the right opportunity to grab Harry's uninjured hand and pressed it firmly on the Triwizard Cup. At the same time, the hilt of the Holy Sword fell into his hand again!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and almost at the same time that Mike got the holy sword, the dark green fire python slammed down on Mike's position and exploded into green fireworks all over the sky!

Unfortunately, the transmission of the Portkey is instantaneous. The moment Mike came into contact with the Holy Sword and the Triwizard Cup, they had already disappeared.

"No!"

Seeing this, the expression on Voldemort's face in the distance became even more ferocious. He looked up to the sky and roared, expressing his anger.

As if sensing his anger, the huge skull in the sky and the giant snake emerging from its mouth also opened their big mouths and roared silently!

…

After a while of spinning, Mike and Harry landed again.

As soon as he landed, Mike's originally hanging heart dropped again, because judging from the touch on his face at this moment, he should have landed on a flat stone road.

Moreover, cheers continued to come from all around him. Based on the analysis in the previous article, he should have returned to Hogwarts.

"Oh! Merlin! What's wrong with you!"

Professor Flitwick's familiar voice made Mike completely let down his guard. He took a long breath and said feebly without any intention of getting up from the ground:

"Don't ask, go save Harry first. His arm and head seem to be injured."

Professor Flitwick obviously didn't listen to Mike. Accompanied by a burst of dense and light footsteps coming from far and near, Mike was completely turned over by Professor Flitwick.

"Don't worry about this for now, Harry and McGonagall and Pomfret are taking care of it!" Professor Flitwick said while still groping for Mike with his hands, patting the dirt off his clothes and helping him. Checking the body, "Will it hurt if I press here? No pain? Okay, what about here..."

Mike continued to deal with Professor Flitwick, and finally when Flitwick's hand went lower and lower, Mike broke free.

"I'm fine! Professor! I'm just a little exhausted!"

"How is this possible! You look like you just fought a duel with a hundred fire dragons!"

After Professor Flitwick said this, Mike reluctantly raised his head and looked at himself.

Flitwick was right, he looked terrible now, the short robe had completely turned into pieces hanging on his body, and there were burnt marks and dirt all over his body and face.

In addition, as soon as he came back, he lay motionless on the ground due to lack of strength. It was no wonder that Professor Flitwick misunderstood.

But even so, Mike couldn't accept Professor Flitwick's inspection method.

However, the arm could not twist the thigh. At Professor Flitwick's strong request, Mike was checked by Mrs. Pomfleur, and it was not until it was announced that there was really no injury that Professor Flitwick felt relieved. .

Until then, Harry, who had his arm pierced and was covered in injuries, ignored the medical staff and came to Mike's side. He was seen tightly holding Mike's burnt sleeve and refused to let go, with fear in his eyes. , only when looking at Mike will the fear turn into deep gratitude.

"It's okay, Harry." Mike said to Harry honestly, "We're back and it's okay."

"I know, I'm just... just too scared! That was just a nightmare!" Harry said as if he thought of something, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he looked at Mike and said in a voice that was so excited that it was vibrating. , "Thank you! Thank you for saving me! Really! If it weren't for you, I would..."

Facing Harry's clear eyes, Mike guiltily looked away and stopped looking at him.

"Okay, Harry, we are friends, there is no need to say such disgusting words. Oh, damn it, I feel like I have said that sentence to you many times, but you always can't remember it."

"You're right, you're right. This is my fault. We are friends. Friends shouldn't say these things..."

Harry obviously hadn't recovered from the panic just now. Hearing this, the person kept repeating the words of admitting his mistake.

Seeing this, Mike scratched his head, patted Harry's shoulder lightly and said:

"Okay, don't think so much. You'd better bandage it quickly. Your wound is still bleeding."

Harry was startled by Mike's slap, but after listening to Mike's words, he finally remembered his wound, so he stretched out his hand to an infirmary assistant who was waiting nearby.

At this time, Mike finally had the intention to observe the surrounding environment.

In the stands, most of the students wearing Hogwarts uniforms were cheering, but some of the Durmstrang boys had gloomy faces.

"What happened to them?"

Professor Flitwick followed Mike's line of sight and looked over. The joyful expression on his face disappeared instantly. He remained silent until Mike urged him again and again and then slowly said:

"Krum...he's dead."

"What?!" Mike yelled, "This is impossible!"

‘I obviously released the rescue flame in time! ’

Mike didn't say this half of the sentence, he just said it to himself in his heart.

When Flitwick saw this, he thought it was Mike who was shocked by the sudden death of his friend, so he said:

"Although I don't want to believe it, it's true. Mike, Krum, is really dead. We found the distress flame, but when we got there, Krum was no longer breathing. The Acromantula is eating his corpse. Moreover, his wand has also disappeared. We speculate that the Acromantula accidentally ate it while eating the corpse. In addition, Hagrid is also missing."

Mike licked his chapped lips. He really didn't expect that Krum would be so unlucky that he would be 'picked up' by the Acromantula.

Harry, who was being bandaged, his pupils shrank sharply when he heard Flitwick's words. He clearly remembered that Mike had just crushed a wand in the cemetery, and the wand looked like a wand. Look, there’s a big difference from Mike’s own one!

'Could it be...'

A terrible thought suddenly arose in Harry's mind, but then he shook his head vigorously, throwing the thought out of his mind, and at the same time, he smacked his mouth hard.

‘Damn, Mike is my savior, and he is also my best friend. How could I think so! ’

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Harry's face again, but there was still a trace of deep fear in the depths of his eyes when he looked at Mike.

"Harry! What's wrong with you?!"

The sudden voice startled Harry, but when he found out that the speaker was Sirius, who had come with Fudge and Dumbledore after hearing the news, his somewhat panicked face immediately looked like he was about to cry. The expression that comes out.

"Sirius, I...I really don't know how to tell you. The Triwizard Cup was tampered with. He sent us to a place, and then I saw...him..."

"Okay!" Harry was interrupted by Mike in the middle of his messy explanation, "This is not a good place to talk about these things. I'll go to your office to talk about it, principal. As for Harry, let him Let’s go to the infirmary first and receive proper treatment.”

"Yes! Mike is right! Harry was seriously injured and he must receive treatment immediately!"

Sirius obviously agreed with Mike's proposal. He hugged the choking Harry and started roaring at Dumbledore.

Facing Sirius's barking, Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly and said to Mike:

"Okay then, come with me."

After saying that, Dumbledore turned and left. Judging from his fast steps, the strongest white wizard's heart was not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.

Mike pursed his lips, said nothing, and quickly followed.

All this happened so fast, Fudge stared blankly at the backs of the two people, and didn't react until they were far away.

"Hey! There will be an award ceremony later! This time Hogwarts won a big victory! The audience is still waiting! Hey! Come back!"

Fudge's roar had no effect. Mike and Dumbledore walked straight into the castle without even looking back.

In desperation, Fudge looked at Harry beside him.

But before he could say anything, Sirius picked up Harry and ran towards the castle with Madam Pomfleur.

Fudge opened and closed his mouth several times but made no sound. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the principal's office.

Alva looked at his minister in bewilderment. After a while, he woke up and shouted:

"Minister, what should we do at the award ceremony?"

However, it was Fudge's somewhat angry voice that answered him.

"You and she can figure it out on your own!"

…

Fudge had a hard time running due to lack of exercise.

But he had no intention of stopping. Dumbledore didn't give him any face in public today, so he had to ask him for an explanation.

With this belief, Fudge dragged his fat body and trotted all the way to the door of the principal's office.

And when he lost the correct password, he opened the office door panting.

But I only heard Mike saying to Dumbledore with a serious face:

"Voldemort, he is resurrected."