Chapter 400: The Trophy Is the Portkey, the Fake Moody Exposed

When Aaron and Fleur arrived at the finish line according to the map, Cedric and Harry were fighting with civet cats, but they were all injured and obviously at a disadvantage.

"Come and help." Cedric said hurriedly.

"It's not impossible to help, but... there is a small condition." Aaron said meaningfully, "How about we all touch the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament together?"

"Hey! This is a bit of taking advantage of others!" Cedric said angrily, "We finally got to the finish line."

"I arrived fifteen minutes before you came. I opened a golden treasure chest to release these civet cats.

If it weren't for someone's special request, if I really wanted to win the championship alone, what would you have to do with it?"

"This..."

"We agree." Harry said directly, he really couldn't hold on any longer.

These civet cats will automatically split when attacked by magic, and each split body is the same as the original body, with sharp teeth and claws and agile movements. The few spells he mastered have almost no effect, and he can only fight and retreat.

Aaron did not help immediately, but looked at Cedric, "What about you?"

Cedric was still a little hesitant. After all, he was really close to the trophy now, less than ten meters away, almost within reach. It was really unwilling to give up in this situation.

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly, I'm not in a hurry.

Anyway, Harry and Fleur have agreed. It's not too late for me to take action after you are exhausted by the civet cats."

Hearing this, Cedric was stunned for a moment, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He also understood that even without these civet cats, Aaron would not give him the opportunity to touch the trophy.

At this point in the game, the result is already very obvious, and it is futile to insist.

"I promise."

"Very good." Aaron clapped his hands, "You made a very wise decision."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Harry shouted.

"Okay!"

Aaron waved his wand, and the ground under Harry and Cedric's feet rose rapidly and turned into a ten-meter-high cylinder.

Seeing this, the civet cats showed off their flexible bodies and terrifying jumping ability, and pounced on the cylinder. The height of ten meters did not seem difficult for them to overcome.

Cedric and Harry struggled to resist, constantly using spells to repel them, but this also increased the speed of their splitting.

"It really adds to my workload!" Aaron smacked his lips and waved his wand again.

Fences appeared on the ground, separating all the civet cats, and soon a circular cage was created in the center of the maze.

As all the civet cats were locked up, the cylinder under Harry and Cedric's feet began to slowly descend.

Huh! ×2.

Harry and Cedric breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the ground in a very ungraceful manner.

"It's really exciting." Cedric said with lingering fear. His clothes were torn by the cat's claws, and he could see seven or eight bloodstains at a glance.

Harry nodded in agreement. The last time he felt this way was in the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider.

"Luckily I agreed quickly, otherwise I would have to lie here like them." Furong thought to herself.

Aaron walked up to the two and helped them up. "Now we still need Krum. Before that, you two, no, three should have a good rest!"

The three of them looked at each other and glanced at the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament in the center.

It was very beautiful, but this honor had little to do with them.

Although they touched the trophy together, it was more like buy one get four free, and they were the four who were sent out.

Aaron looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand and couldn't help frowning.

Krum should be near the finish line, but he was two hundred meters away, and there were not many magical animals around.

"Is there any problem?" Fleur asked, "Victor is quite strong. It shouldn't be difficult to get out of here calmly unless he encounters too much danger!"

"How should I put it? Something is not right."

At this time, the maze began to move as a whole. Except for a few hedge walls near the center, other places made a faint rustling sound.

In the Marauder's Map, Krum began to speed up. He seemed to know the most correct route. He was flying with sparks and lightning all the way, bypassing all the magical animals and approaching the finish line quickly.

"This... shouldn't be!" Aaron frowned even more. He felt that if Krum had the ability, he should have won the trophy long ago. There was no need to be the last one!

An ominous premonition lingered in Aaron's heart. Krum might have a problem.

But looking at the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, he felt that there was no need to think too much.

If the enemy comes, the general will be blocked. If the water comes, the earth will cover it. There are hundreds of people watching this game. Even if Krum has any bad intentions, he can only suppress it in his heart.

Besides, all the fear comes from insufficient firepower.

With his current strength, unless the Dark Lord is resurrected, there are not many things that can make him feel afraid.

When Aaron set up an inexplicable flag, Krum came to the finish line panting.

He looked at the three men and one woman sitting next to the trophy, and his expression became extremely complicated, "Is the game... over?"

"Not yet, but soon." Cedric shrugged and said, "We have been waiting for you for several minutes."

"I..."

"Let's touch the trophy together!" Harry advised, "The game has not officially ended, but we have lost. Now we are just helping Aaron meet certain conditions."

Krum nodded blankly, without any rebuttal, as if it was a matter of course.

The five people surrounded the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament.

"I count three, two, one, everyone touches the trophy together." Aaron said, and the other four people also tacitly stretched out their hands, only a palm away from the trophy.

"Three, two, one..."

At the moment when the voice fell, Aaron suddenly found that Krum showed a strange smile, and his pupils seemed to lose all color, like a puppet.

Aaron's heart was pounding wildly, but it seemed that everything was too late.

Their feet left the ground, the whistling wind filled their ears, and the surrounding scene began to rotate rapidly.

The audience outside the field had a dull look, and they could not react to this sudden scene. They thought that the referee had set up another test.

"Portkey." Adrian stood up from the referee's seat, her face was extremely cold, "Professor Dumbledore, I hope you can give me an explanation, why the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament became a portkey?"

"Isn't this your arrangement?" Dumbledore asked puzzledly.

"I don't remember making such an arrangement." Adrian sneered, "The trophy of the Triwizard Tournament was placed in the maze by Hogwarts people, and it was also Hogwarts people who were responsible for checking the venue."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, as if he thought of something and turned his head to look near the maze, "Alastor, you..."

"I don't know what's going on." Moody shouted anxiously and angrily.

"Sorry to bother you, Uncle Jeans."

Jinns waved his wand expressionlessly, and a white light hit Moody, knocking him against the hedge wall of the maze.

Moody got up in a panic, his face completely changed, worry and anxiety turned into a hideous sneer, "When did you find out that I was fake?"

"I didn't find anything, I just didn't want to let any suspect go." Adrian said calmly, "Dumbledore believes you, but you are indeed the most suspicious."

"Sir, can you tell me where you teleported my young master?"

"He won't be in danger for the time being, but others may not be so lucky, especially Harry Potter." The fake Moody laughed loudly, and the morbid laughter made the audience present feel creepy.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked, suppressing his anger. "Where is Alastor?"

"For some reason, I still need him, so he is still alive."

"Polyjuice Potion?"

The fake Moody did not deny it, but looked at him sarcastically, "Goodbye, Dumbledore, I'm going to greet my master."

"It's not that easy to leave!" Jins waved his wand expressionlessly, and a ray of green light shot out from his wand.

The fake Moody immediately raised his wand to fight back, but the scarlet spell he cast was easily defeated by the green light, and he flew backwards again and landed on top of the hedge.

"Hahaha... Very strong, I'm really not your opponent." The fake Moody endured the severe pain in his body and wiped the blood from his forehead, "But it's too late, the Dark Lord is about to come back, and he will bring a new order."

After that, he jumped into the maze and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Professor Dumbledore, please organize the order on the scene." Jins simply reminded and poked the wand heavily on the ground.

The green wave swept forward and spread to the entire maze in an instant.

The next moment, the wall of the maze began to rotate, and the speed continued to increase while it continued to decrease, forming a giant green vortex.

The audience opened their mouths in astonishment, and even Dumbledore was very surprised.

This level of magic may not be used by ordinary great magicians. Jins, a butler, is so powerful.

After a while, the Dementors, trolls, scorpion tails and other magical animals in the maze were squeezed out of the vortex, but they all stood there trembling, not daring to move.

Finally, the figure of the fake Moody appeared in the center of the vortex. He was entangled by countless green hedges, and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes.

"Quickly imprison him!"

Lupin conjured a rope and pulled him up, then pointed his wand at his forehead, "Where's Harry?"

"Do you think I will tell you?

Harry Potter is the person the Dark Lord specifically wants!"

Lupin gritted his teeth in anger, and was thinking about how to force him to speak, when Dumbledore came over.

"Severus has a truth serum, and I think Fudge should temporarily approve his use."

"Ah?" Fudge was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded, "Yes, approval, must be approved."

"You have no chance." The fake Moody smiled triumphantly, "The time is almost up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have entered the center of the storm, and his body twisted a few times and disappeared on the spot.