Chapter 281 - 281 Before the last match

Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Before the last match

"It's really cruel, isn't it?"

Dracula stared at Crouch's frozen face in the picture, and said with a slightly mocking tone, "He tried his best to stabilize the situation in the wizarding world, but his own child became crazy."

"Old Barty has done a good job. At least he didn't favor his son at all." Dumbledore sighed.

"Perhaps in his eyes, his son should have been an excellent student who didn't need to worry about him. It wouldn't be too late to care about him after the situation in the wizarding world stabilized... But he was wrong. By the time of this trial, everything was too late."

"Heh..." Dracula suddenly sneered, "If he really showed such selflessness, why did I see Mrs. Crouch's residual soul in the cemetery of Azkaban in the end?"

Dumbledore fell silent again.

"I can actually guess what old Barty was thinking at the time." After a while, he said, "Mrs. Crouch's body has been very weak for a long time. After Barty Jr. was imprisoned in Azkaban, she became seriously ill and didn't have much time left..."

"I guess she should have begged old Barty to use her life, which was not long at that time, to exchange her son from Azkaban-"

"The Polyjuice Potion can do it. As long as she is buried within the time limit of the Polyjuice Potion, she will not be discovered by others. Everyone will only think that Barty Jr. died in the cell."

"That's right, then the following things make sense." Dracula smiled faintly, "Crouch took his son He was locked up, but he didn't expect Voldemort to regain his strength and find out that Barty Crouch Jr. was not dead, so he personally rescued his loyal servant. "

"It's a pity that old Barty has been tough all his life," Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "He was soft-hearted just this once, but he got himself into trouble."

"Okay, there's nothing more to say about this matter." Dracula waved his hand indifferently and floated into the air, "Check the facilities of the third project carefully. Barty Crouch Jr. may be hiding somewhere near the castle."

After that, he broke through the frozen picture of the trial room and turned the space over.

The next moment, Dracula returned to the principal's office of Hogwarts and stood next to the Pensieve, which was exactly the same as the position before entering the trial room.

The Pensieve was shining in the cabinet in front of Dracula. Dumbledore stood beside him and turned to look at him.

"Professor Dracula, when the third task comes, the safety of the warriors will be in your hands."

Dumbledore said solemnly.

...

Into June, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again.

Everyone was looking forward to the last task of the four-strong competition to be held a week before the holiday, which would determine who would win the final victory for their school and prove which magic school was the best among the four schools.

As a warrior, Harry would practice spells with Ron and Hermione whenever he had time.

He felt more confident than the previous two times -

Although this game was definitely full of dangers, Harry had successfully passed the test of large magical animals and magical obstacles, and this time he was notified in advance and had the opportunity to make some corresponding preparations.

Professor McGonagall ran into Harry, Hermione and Ron practicing everywhere in the school several times, so she made an exception and allowed them to use the Transfiguration classroom to practice magic during lunch time.

At the same time, Hermione asked Dracula for a book-borrowing slip to the restricted section.

Hermione thought that Professor Dracula might think that the books in the restricted section were nothing important and didn't take them seriously, so he approved the slips very easily.

Under such favorable conditions, Harry quickly mastered the barrier spell, which can be used to block attackers; the crushing spell, which can blow up solid obstacles; and the directional spell that Hermione found in a spell book, which can make Harry's wand point to the north, so that he can judge whether the direction is correct in the maze.

It's a pity that he hasn't fully mastered the very practical armor spell, which can temporarily form an invisible wall. Unfortunately, Hermione cleverly broke it with a weak leg spell during the sparring.

"You practiced well," Hermione said encouragingly, looking at her spell list and ticking off the spells they had learned, "Some of these spells will definitely come in handy."

In addition, Harry often communicated with his godfather Sirius during this period.

Sirius, like Hermione, seemed determined to help Harry pass the third task safely - he reminded Harry in every letter that you have no responsibility for things outside the walls of Hogwarts, and you have no ability to influence them.

"If Voldemort is really regaining his strength, I think you should be safe first. With Dumbledore's protection, he can't attack you directly, but you have to be more careful and don't take risks."

"Now you have to think about how to get out of the maze safely, and other problems will be dealt with later."

Sirius warned Harry in the letter.

But Harry sat there without moving.

He really didn't want to meet any relatives. He had no relatives - no relatives who were willing to watch him risk his life to compete.

But just as he stood up and was about to go to the library to study some spells, the door of the conference room opened and Cedric stuck his head out.

"Harry, come on, your family is waiting for you!"

Harry stood up in confusion. He thought the Dursleys were impossible to come, so who was coming?

He walked through the hall and pushed the door into the conference room.

Cedric and his parents stood by the door. Mr. Amos Diggory was the director of the Department of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic. He had fought against the Death Eaters with Mr. Weasley during the Quidditch World Cup;

Viktor Krum was in a corner of the room, speaking fast Bulgarian with his black-haired parents;

On the other side, Fleur was chattering in French with her mother. Fleur's sister Gabrielle was holding her mother's hand and waving her other hand to Harry. Harry also waved and grinned.

Then he turned around and saw three unexpected people.

Mrs. Weisley, Bill Weisley, and Sirius stood in front of the fireplace, looking at him with a smile.

"Surprise!" Sirius said with a playful smile, opening his arms to Harry.

Harry's heart was relieved, and he walked forward with a smile and hugged Sirius.

"We wanted to come and watch your game, Harry!" Mrs. Weisley also leaned over and kissed Harry's cheek, "Thanks to Professor McGonagall, she agreed to let us come as relatives."

"How are you?" Bill also smiled and shook hands with Harry, "Charlie wanted to come too, but he couldn't leave. He said that your match against the Horntail was so exciting, it was incredible!"

Harry noticed that Fleur Delacour looked at Bill with interest over his mother's shoulder.

It can be seen that she was curious about Bill's long hair and dragon tooth earrings.

"You are so nice," Harry whispered to Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, "I was wondering who would come, Dursley..."

"Don't mention that idiot to me," Sirius said angrily, "They are not worthy of being your family!"

Mrs. Weasley also pursed her lips.

She always avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but every time she heard their names, her eyes would be angry.

"It's good to be back," Bill said, looking at the meeting room, "I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of the mad knight still there? Is his name Sir Cadogan?"

"Oh, it's still there." Harry said, Sir Cadogan was guarding the Gryffindor common room last year.

"Where is the Fat Lady?" Bill asked again.

"She was there when I was in school," Mrs. Weasley interrupted, "One day I didn't get back to the dormitory until four in the morning, and she scolded me severely..."

"What are you doing outside the dormitory at four in the morning?" Bill looked at his mother in surprise.

Mrs. Weisley smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"Your father and I went out for a walk, but he was caught by the caretaker at the time, Apollyon Pringle." Then she looked at Sirius, "Speaking of night walks, Sirius is more experienced, right?"

"Of course," Sirius said proudly, "If we talk about the number of night walks, no student dares to say that I am second!"

"Fred and George are not good enough?" Harry said in surprise.

"They are not qualified either!" Sirius laughed.

Under the leadership of Sirius, the "night walk expert", they talked and laughed while strolling around the castle.

Unconsciously, the evening star pushed open the night curtain, and the moonlight sprinkled silver gauze.

Night has come.

The last game is about to begin.