Chapter 703 Questioning

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"Follow me, Harry..." Harry's mind was a little blurry, and he vaguely saw Dumbledore and Fudge entering the maze.

Madam Pomfrey hadn't arrived yet, and then, Hermione and Ron...

Fanlin hasn't come back yet, but Dumbledore has already put down the defense of Hogwarts...

"Dumbledore said he wanted me to stay here." Harry gasped. The bruise was causing him excruciating pain, and his consciousness was getting blurry.

"You need to lie down... Come on, lie down..." There was a man taller and stronger than Harry, half carrying and half dragging him through the noisy crowd.

Harry heard them gasping and screaming as the man helped him up a path that led back to the castle. They walked across the meadows and across the lake and Durmstrang's ship, Harry on the way. Only the man's heavy breathing was heard.

"What happened? Harry." Finally, when he took Harry up the stone steps, someone asked, and it turned out to be Moody.

"The cup is a portkey," Harry said as they passed the entrance to the hall. "Take me and Cedric to the cemetery... there..."

Thumb thump, they walked up the marble steps.

"Voldemort... they want to kill Cedric..."

"Then what?"

Thumb thump, they passed the corridor again.

"I was knocked down, and then... Cedric... was taken away by a vampire..."

"Take the vampire away?"

"Yes...it seems...he is going to turn Cedric into his partner..."

"He made a potion... to bring his body back..."

"Oh, Voldemort has a body." Moody said quickly, and then Moody pressed Harry on the chair.

"Right here, Harry..., sit here...you'll be fine soon, drink this..."

Harry heard the sound of a lock being unlocked and felt a cup being handed to his hand.

"Drink it...you'll feel better...okay! Harry, I want to know exactly what happened..."

Moody helped pour the liquid into Harry's mouth. He coughed, and a spicy taste irritated his throat. Moody's office became clearer, and Moody's face gradually became clear... He looked like The rule of law was as white, and his eyes were fixed on Harry's face.

"What happened, Harry, I need to know exactly."

Moody looked a little impatient, his lips trembled uneasily, and he looked anxious.

"We arrived at a cemetery..." Harry recalled, "Then, a man, the son of Mr. Barty Crouch, came out with Voldemort in his arms. They wanted to kill Cedric, and then, the curse hit the air. Yes, a vampire took Cedric away."

Harry said, "Afterwards, they used a magical potion to resurrect Voldemort, using the flesh and blood of his servants, his father's bones and the blood of his enemies."

Harry lifted up his clothes, but the wound on his wrist hadn't completely healed yet.

"Voldemort was resurrected. He wanted to duel me, and then I heard Fan Lin's voice."

"Fan Lin El?" Moody asked, "How did he get here? With the person who saved Cedric?"

"I don't know, Professor." Harry said, "Fan Lin has been hiding behind me with the Disillusionment Curse, and Fox... Before, Fan Lin deduced that the Death Eaters would take action in the third task. Maybe They came here after tracking the door key."

"Through Phoenix, Phoenix has the ability to do that," Moody said.

"Then, Fan Lin and I fought with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Fan Lin gave me the door key, and he went to save Cedric..."

Suddenly, Harry remembered Fanlin's words. He should tell Dumbledore now, and he should tell him immediately.

"There is a Death Eater in Hogwarts. There is a Death Eater here. They engraved my name on the gold cup. They know that I am not dead..."

Harry tried to stand up, but Moody pushed him to sit down.

"I know who the corpse-eater is," he said quietly.

"Karkaroff?" Harry asked angrily, "Where is he? Did you catch him? Is he locked up?"

"Karkarov?" Modi sneered. "He ran away when he felt the Black Mark burning on his arm. He betrayed most of the Death Eater loyalists...but I doubt he would have gotten far. The Dark Lord There’s always a way to track his enemies!”

"Karkarov ran away? He ran away? But...didn't he engrave my name on the gold cup?"

"He doesn't have the guts yet," Moody said. "He's just a coward, a coward."

"And..." Harry shook his head. The pain from the wound prevented him from thinking fully.

"You mean, Severus?" Moody's expression became calmer, "He is just a betrayer."

Moody said quickly, and then his magic eye began to rotate. Soon, the strange eye turned to a weird angle.

"I think we have to get out of here," Moody said, grabbing Harry's clothes and forcing him off the stool.

"Yes, Professor Moody, although Hogwarts has been locked down, I feel that I have something here that I must tell Dumbledore now."

But Moody didn't seem to hear what Harry was saying, and Harry thought Moody was a little strange. He seemed to be looking for something, but after rummaging around, he couldn't find it. It was like, here...

"Professor, Professor Moody?"

"Let's get out of here." Moody said, and the thing he finally found was a key.

Moody held on to the dead wood-like staff with one hand and Harry's clothes with the other.

"We must find Dumbledore, and we must find Karkaroff. Even if he didn't engrave my name on the gold cup, he must know something." Harry said quickly, The festering wound made him gasp.

"Give me the wand, Harry, give me the wand."

"What's the matter, Professor Moody?"

"An Auror can use a wand to determine what happened before, and that's important, Harry."

"Speaking of which, there is another strange thing." Harry said, "I had a wizard duel with Voldemort. After that, our two wands were linked together, and then some dead souls appeared. I saw When it comes to Percy Zolkins, the missing Ministry of Magic official, and my parents, they emerged from Voldemort's wand..."

"Can all the people killed by Voldemort himself be shown? Professor, what are the consequences of this?" (To be continued)