Chapter 307 Harry Returns

Time goes back to a while ago.

Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, and the smell of grass filled his nose. He had closed his eyes when the portkey took him flying, and now he remained motionless with his eyes closed.

There was a sound of something falling to the ground, and the Goblet of Fire spun and flew three feet in front of him.

The flame on his butt had been extinguished, but a hole had been burned in that position, exposing his private parts in full view - poor Harry, still addicted to the dizziness caused by the portkey, had no idea at all He realized that he was lying naked in front of the referee's seat in an extremely awkward position, and the audience was only behind the referee's seat.

He was so dizzy that the ground beneath him felt like a ship deck. A wave of sound overwhelmed him and confused him. There were sounds everywhere, footsteps, shouts... He frowned tightly, as if this was a nightmare that would soon pass...

A pair of strong hands grabbed him and turned him over.

"Harry, Harry!"

He opened his eyes.

In front of him was the starry night sky, and what caught his eye was Hagrid's eyeballs as big as brass bells. Surrounding Hagrid were the nervous-looking Professor McGonagall and Ludovic Bagman.

There were dark figures all around, all squeezing towards him. Harry could feel the ground beneath his head shaking slightly with their footsteps.

"What's going on? What happened?" Professor McGonagall showed the majesty of the vice-principal, and her clear voice reached Harry's ears.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Harry gasped and said weakly, "I want to see the principal! I have very important information to tell him!"

Professor McGonagall, Hagrid and Bagman looked at each other. The three of them were silent for a while before McGonagall said: "Not long before you appeared, Dumbledore received important information from the Ministry of Magic and left immediately. Go, don't know when you'll be back, but can you trust us, Potter, to tell us what happened?"

Harry's eyes were still a little hesitant, even containing complex emotions such as fear, confusion and so on - he had just experienced many incredible things. Don't forget, he was not the one who had fought against basilisks and dementors alone in the original book. Lippert, what he had just experienced was enough to make him feel that he was close to death and still had lingering fears.

At this moment, his mind was in chaos - Voldemort was resurrected, the Death Eaters appeared, Sherlyn Malfoy appeared, and Malfoy, who was indistinguishable from friend to foe, knocked himself away, and said a bunch of inexplicable words - what the hell? Nap, what Hermione...

Not to mention that up to this moment, the scar on his forehead was still hurting terribly, and there was another very strange thing - he felt a vague sense of inexplicable anger, as if there was a fire burning up from his stomach, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what. Can't live.

All kinds of pain, confusion, emotional ups and downs, and dizziness were mixed together. He was able to keep his spirit from breaking down thanks to his spirit as a Gryffindor.

But no matter what, he couldn't organize the messy information and pictures in his mind into words.

Seeing Harry's silence, McGovern explained in a low voice: "The moment the Goblet of Fire's teleportation magic was triggered, a bright light shot into the sky from the maze, and several of us maze patrollers also began to cast spells. Unlock the magic on the maze hedge—"

"It's very strange -" Hagrid said "Ah", McGonagall glared at Hagrid dissatisfied, then turned to look at Harry and said: "It stands to reason that once the Goblet of Fire is touched, it means three things." The winner of the Strong Tournament has been chosen, and that person will be transported to the referee's table by the Portkey spell on the Goblet of Fire..."

"However, we did not see anyone being teleported out... Several of our maze patrollers rushed to the center of the venue, where the Goblet of Fire was placed, only to find that the Goblet of Fire was mysteriously missing - and you were also missing. (Harry), Malfoy, and Professor Moody..."

"Dumbledore is not here, and the Minister of Magic Fudge also left with him. So the top people in charge here at this time are Bagman and I - Professor Flitwick is still using the tracking spell to investigate in the maze, and Snape The professor went to send a message to Dumbledore..."

Harry struggled to sit up from his lying position. The wet grass felt under his body, and his face suddenly turned red. It turned out that his butt had been exposed just now...

He looked around - he had returned to the edge of the maze, and could see the tall stands around him, with people walking on them, and the stars twinkling above his head, and he screamed in his heart - Oh my God! How many people have looked at my butt...

Harry took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and then whispered: "He's back, Voldemort is back."

Mag's serious face paled a bit, and Hagrid's mouth opened wide——

"Ah!" Bagman exclaimed and coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, "Harry, are you injured somewhere? Why are you talking nonsense? That person has disappeared for almost twenty years. ...Also, could you please not call that name directly..."

Bagman looked at McGonagall and Hagrid and said, "I think this child is mentally unstable now. He needs to rest - I suggest sending him to the school hospital first, and then we can discuss it after Dumbledore and Fudge come back. Follow-up arrangements.”

"I didn't -" Harry suddenly felt angry when he heard that he was being questioned, and said stubbornly: "I'm not talking nonsense - I picked up a book in the maze. I thought it was related to the maze. The clue turned out to be a portkey inside, which took me to a cemetery...Voldemort is there...Voldemort..."

"Where is the Dark Lord? Then what?" Bagman's face was full of disbelief, looking at Harry with disdain to see how he would continue to tell the story. In his opinion, Harry didn't know what he had gone through and was insane. If it was really Voldemort, how could Harry come back here unscathed, with nothing but the big hole in his pants? Other wounds…

Thinking of this, the disdain on his face instantly turned into pity - poor child, although a lot of preparations have been made for this Triwizard Tournament, the difficulty of the Goblet of Fire is still too difficult for a fourth grade student. Reluctantly...

At this time, there was noise again on the field.

"What's going on?" Mag turned around and shouted to the crowd.

"It's...Dumbledore...Dumbledore is back!"

Hearing the news, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Bagman all breathed a sigh of relief - with Dumbledore here, they didn't need to worry about anything.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, who was walking quickly from the steps of the auditorium. Dumbledore's face was as calm as a wave, and standing next to him was the ashen-faced Minister Fudge. Fudge was followed by two people, one with thick brown hair like a lion. Although Harry didn't recognize who it was, Hagrid had already whispered to Harry the identity of this person——

Rufus Scrimgeour, one of the four most powerful figures in the Ministry of Magic and Director of the Auror Office!

McGonagall handed Harry to Hagrid for support, then stood up with Bagman and faced Dumbledore and others. McGonagall was seen whispering something next to Dumbledore, while Bagman was also whispering into Fudge's ear.

There was no emotion or anger on Dumbledore's face, and he stared at Harry with piercing eyes, but his nodding movements from time to time showed that he was listening to what McGonagall said, and also showed that he understood the scene described by McGonagall - -In fact, when Harry's name was thrown into the Goblet of Fire, he was mentally prepared for these scenarios. It can even be said that everything Harry described at this moment was under his control!

"This is..." McGonagall recognized Scrimgeour, and she was asking about the middle-aged wizard in a straight suit and shrewd eyes standing next to Scrimgeour. The wizard's hair and beard were meticulously combed, and he was almost the same as Crouch who disappeared earlier.

At this time, Fudge had already listened to Bagman's report, and his mind was still in chaos - to be honest, he quite agreed with Bagman's view. Although Harry Potter is the savior praised by everyone, , but no one knows how he defeated the Dark Lord back then. Instead, in the past few years, various bad rumors about him have appeared in the media from time to time - being with giants, knowing how to speak snake language, having a painful scar on his forehead, and being mentally unstable , the chaotic relationship between men and women in the class, it is difficult for people to believe what such people say from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially if it doesn't make sense logically - if it is true as Harry said, and Harry really witnessed the resurrection of Voldemort with his own eyes, even if Harry has some mysterious magic in his natural blood, he will not be unscathed!

But when he heard McGonagall's question, as the Minister of Magic, he immediately came back to his senses and introduced the man who came with him: "This is Samuel Kohaug from North America. The current director of the Prison Department of the International Confederation of Wizards came to Europe specifically to assist in the investigation of the prison escape of Nurmengard..."

"Oh, by the way, how is the investigation going on that matter?" Mag asked.

Dumbledore shook his head and said softly: "When we arrived at Nurmengard, he... had already left... leaving no clues..."

"Dumbledore, didn't you personally arrange Nurmengard's defensive magic?" What came out of Dumbledore's mouth was almost confirmed as a definite fact, but McGonagall still found it unbelievable, regardless of Grindel How powerful Waugh was back then, it was not easy to break Dumbledore's magic and escape from that heavily guarded prison without the assistance of a wand.

Dumbledore's eyes shone with a strange light, and he said lightly: "Someone helped him leave... I already have a guess in my mind..."

Although Dumbledore has neglected his other duties in the past few years for the Harry Potter development plan, the influence he has cultivated in the world has a very deep foundation, especially for major events such as Grindelwald's escape from prison. No sound.

There are only a few powerful forces that have suddenly emerged in the past few years - the Shadow of the Dragon, the Knights of Walpurgis, the mysterious dark wizard who broke into the Indonesian Ministry of Magic... He is almost certain to have the ability to collect more money from Dumbledore. The person who received the information and arrived before Nurmengard was defeated must have been one of the above three, or it might even have been the joint cooperation of the above mentioned forces.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the boy who was the enemy of the Shadow of the Dragon and the Walpurgis Knights——

"So..." Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "There is still no news from Malfoy and Moody? Did Filius find out anything?"

Professor Flitwick panted and ran over quickly. Like McGonagall, Hagrid, etc., when he saw Dumbledore, he immediately said with joy, "Dumbledore, I have investigated it and used various magic methods." Curse, the whereabouts of Malfoy and Moody cannot be traced, but -" he took a breath and continued: "Someone has tampered with this game - Hagrid's end... uh..."

"Blast-tailed skrewt." McGonagall added for Flitwick and explained to the rest of the people present: "It is a mutant species specially bred for the Triwizard Tournament with Hagrid's permission in advance."

"Yes, Blast-Ended Skrewt," Flitwick said, "I found traces of dark magic on its body. It should be the 'Dark Demon Blood Transformation'."

Before Fudge, the Minister of Magic, could react, Scrimgeour and Korhaug frowned at the same time, and the latter even said: "Are you sure it's the Dark Devil's blood transformation? Hasn't this mysterious black magic been lost for centuries? ?”

Flitwick nodded with an ugly face, "I can confirm that it is indeed this magic." Then, he said in a tone that even he didn't believe very much: "Well, not only this, I also saw a strange... I asked Sprout about the big tree with a paper crane, and she said it was..." He spoke more and more quietly, until his voice was almost inaudible.

Scrimgeour was anxious for a moment and shouted: "What did she say?"

McGonagall and Fudge both looked at Scrimgeour with strange eyes. This reaction from Scrimgeour, who was always careful and calm, made them a little strange. Dumbledore's eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly.

Flitwick said slowly: "She said it was a plant from ancient times. There are many names in written records - sword tree, devil tree, killing tree, but the most well-known name is 'Sword Palm'. This plant In ancient times, even existences like ancient giants and ancient divine dragons did not dare to provoke easily..."