Chapter 450 Before the Match (Modified)

"This is the memory that Harry just gave me, Alan, you might as well take a look." Dumbledore put the memory he just got from Harry into the churning pensieve.

Alan didn't refuse. Although he had already heard about it from Harry, it was better to see it with his own eyes.

After Allen came out of the Pensieve, Dumbledore was pacing by the Pensieve, and when he saw Allen, he stopped.

"Why did Harry and Voldemort get in touch? What do you think?" Dumbledore asked.

"Obviously, this isn't just as simple as a nightmare. It's just that nightmares won't cause Harry's scar pain." Allen sat back in his chair, and his words were very cautious.

"You're right," said Dumbledore softly, sitting down again at his desk. "It was not an ordinary scar. The unsuccessful spell linked Harry to him. I have an idea, but I'd rather hear your opinion."

Alan sorted out his thoughts, "I only have one conjecture, it's just a conjecture... I've seen the introduction about Horcruxes, judging from Voldemort's own state and the connection between him and Harry, I suspect He unwittingly made Harry into one of his Horcruxes."

For a while, neither of them spoke. Dumbledore stared ahead, and from time to time, with the tip of his wand, he took out a silvery thought from his temple and put it into the churning Pensieve.

"Dumbledore, you've put away that book since Tom Riddle, but this student still knows so much about how to make Horcruxes, aren't you worried that he will be next?" A slightly sly voice sounded up.

"Thank you for your reminder, Phineas." Dumbledore stared at Allen with a serious face, and Allen looked back calmly, "I think Allen should understand the harm caused by splitting the soul."

The two were silent again, and Dumbledore took out some thoughts from time to time.

"The last match is his last chance." Dumbledore said suddenly.

"Mr. Bagman once said that the warriors will not be allowed to return empty-handed, so what is that reward?" Allen asked.

"This is the latest rule discussed by the organizing committee, but it hasn't been finalized yet. It's just that the pure-blood families donated six additional medals of different materials and put them in the maze as rewards for the brave." Dumbledore's pair The light blue eyes looked at the silver-white substance that was constantly rotating in the Pensieve, and with a light tap of the magic wand, six medals floated in the sky above the Pensieve.

Allen looked at them with interest, "I think Voldemort's most likely method is to secretly make this medal into a portkey, so that once Harry touches it, he will be sent to where they want him to go. First The proposed pure-blood families are the most suspicious and require continued attention, as they are likely to be directed by Voldemort."

"It shouldn't be the championship medal." Dumbledore looked at Allen through the Pensieve, with that kind of penetrating gaze, "As far as the current ranking situation and the strength you have shown, they It should be expected that Harry can't be number one. Then they should try to make him fight for number two or number three."

"Now that we have clues, it's better for us to pretend that we don't know his methods." Allen took out a communication medal from the H94 uniform from the pocket of his robe, "This medal can be used for positioning and communication, and I will also take it." Give Harry one, but not now, Harry hasn't learned Occlumency yet, so it's easy to spot. I won't give it to him until before the game."

A box of brightly colored candies flew in front of Allen, "Cool sour fruit, it will give you a different kind of excitement." Dumbledore blinked mischievously.

However, Allen didn't reach for it. He thought of Ron's tongue being burned through a hole because of eating the cool sour fruit. Allen didn't want to taste such a stimulating taste.

According to Dumbledore's habit, taking out food to find the little wizard often means that the interview is over, and Allen knows that he should go. He stood up to say goodbye,

Dumbledore stood up too.

"Alan, do you know where the acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest have gone?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"Did you teach her the ancient magic that protected Harry Potter before they happened?"

Then it finally entered June, and the atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again. Everyone is looking forward to the last race which will be held a week before the holiday.

Harry practiced spells whenever he could. He feels more confident than the previous two times. While the race was sure to be fraught with danger, this time he was given advance notice and the opportunity to do some preparation.

Professor McGonagall kept catching Harry practicing around the school, so she allowed him to use the Transfiguration classroom at lunchtime. Harry quickly mastered the Obstacle Charm, which stops attackers; the Smash Charm, which blows up solid obstacles; In the maze, you can judge whether the direction is right or not. But he hadn't fully mastered the Iron Armor Charm, which could temporarily form an invisible wall around him, but it was a pity that Hermione skillfully cast a Soft Legs Charm to break it. It took Harry limping around the house for ten minutes before she found the solution.

It's not just him, except Alan, who is immersed in the study of the devil's curse after looking up the curses in the ancient Milos area in the tower collection, all the warriors are studying various combat and guiding types curse.

This even aroused the enthusiasm of the whole Hogwarts to learn the spell. Professor Flitwick would be surrounded by studious little wizards every time after class, but the good-tempered professor obviously enjoyed it very much, and he took the trouble to explain the magic spell. Wand and pronunciation skills, I am delighted for the progress of the little wizards.

On the day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively. A screeching owl brought Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over the newspaper.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, staring at her.

"Nothing." Hermione hurriedly tried to hide the newspaper.

"It's about me, isn't it?" Harry asked.

But before Harry could ask for the paper, Seamus, who was sitting at the same table as Ron, cried out.

Seeing Harry looking at him, he said uncomfortably, "The newspapers are right, you do speak Parseltongue, and your scars do hurt enough to make you faint."

"But Harry is not insane, we are in a dormitory, others are talking nonsense, don't you understand?" Ron beside him retorted with a sneer.

Harry held out his hand to Seamus, who handed him the newspaper.

As soon as Harry opened it, he saw his own photo, and the caption on it stood out:

harry potter

- Upset, emotionally dangerous

The boy who defeated You-Know-Who was emotionally unstable and potentially dangerous, guest reporter Rita Skeeter reports. Recent shocking evidence of Harry Potter's strange behavior has cast doubt on his suitability for a contest as difficult as the Triwizard Tournament, or even for Hogwarts...

"Harry, this is nonsense, it must be posted today! Don't be influenced." Hermione persuaded worriedly.

"It's okay, I'll make it through." Harry folded up the newspaper and said relaxedly.

Professor McGonagall walked towards them along the Gryffindor table.

"Potter, the warriors are assembled in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.

"But the game starts at night!" Harry accidentally spilled fried eggs on himself, thinking he had misremembered the time.

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, "the relatives of the warriors have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet."

She walks away. Harry swallowed the food quickly.