Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 221
Krum is better than Fleur.

The "traps" he set were not so routine, he knew how to cover up the fluctuations of magic, and even knew how to set up a series of traps - if you are not so experienced, you will usually only find the first trap, and when you dismantle it, the hidden one The second trap will be triggered.

But still can't escape the category of "talking on paper".

He just read a few books and put it into use without much practice.

Harry waved his wand.

The traps were dismantled one by one, the magic dispersed, the materials flew around, the useful ones flew into the hat, and the useless ones were scattered on the ground.

Maze entrance.

The remaining two warriors frowned, and they looked in one direction together.

"My trap has been dismantled." Furong sighed.

Krum clenched his wand: "Me too."

Then, he paused: "But this is good news."

Fu Rong turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

The traps that I worked so hard for more than ten minutes were dismantled so easily, and the interval between each trap disappearing was less than three seconds.

Didn't cause any hindrance!

"Have you calculated how long it took him to get in?" Krum asked her.

Fu Rong was startled, pinched her fingers and calculated: "It should be almost an hour?"

"A whole hour." Krum replied decisively, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. "The maze is the size of a standard Quidditch pitch."

"If there is no obstacle, it takes only five minutes to walk from here to the center of the court at Porter's pace."

"The difficulties we encountered just now, with his ability, even if he gets lost, at most 10 minutes will pass, and he will come back faster, which means that he should have appeared in front of us half an hour ago at the latest."

It was the first time he had said such a long paragraph.

In order to facilitate Fu Rong's understanding, and also for the convenience of outside audiences, he still chose to use English, stuttering, but not difficult to understand.

"But now he takes twice as much time." Krum's eyes sparkled, just like when he found the Golden Snitch in the Quidditch World Cup.

"The difficulty in the depths of the maze increases." Furong nodded thoughtfully.

Krum clenched his fists: "Maybe he is still injured, our tactics are correct."

"Whoever knocks out Porter last takes the trophy."

Fleur held the wand, didn't speak, just looked behind Krum.

Krum turned around quickly.

Harry had walked out of the booby-trapped alley unscathed, even his wet clothes had been dried long ago.

"Potter!" Krum called his name in a low voice, looking up and down.

The robe was clean, but he could smell the pungent smell of blood, as well as the dark red blood stains on the shoes and the corners of the robe, and the amount of bleeding was extremely large.

And
It shouldn't be the blood of a magical creature, it doesn't sense the magic power, it seems to be human blood?

"Yes, it's human blood." Krum was thinking, Harry nodded and answered him softly.

Krum flinched.

Fu Rong was also surprised.

"I can't read minds." Harry shook his head slightly.

Fu Rong glanced at his mouth, and her gaze fell directly on his pair of vertical pupils. Before she said anything, she answered what was in her mind, and said she couldn't read minds?

A pair of special eyes.

but
Why haven't I heard of it?
Krum looked over in surprise and suspicion, his thoughts were similar to Fleur's.

"It's your face." Harry explained their confusion, "Although you don't make any expression, your gaze is too obvious, and your expression is too expectant."

"Do you want me to be injured in the depths of the maze, so that there will be more opportunities to attack me and snatch the top three trophies?"

Krum and Fleur's eyes flickered.

On the referee's seat, Ludo stamped his feet angrily.

What nonsense!

Wouldn't it be good to knock them both out and come out straight away?

"Don't feel guilty." Harry shook his head, shaking the top three trophy in his hand, "There is a big gap between us, it's normal to have the idea of ​​taking advantage of others."

Fleur and Krum were even more ashamed and lowered their heads.

"Unfortunately, it's human blood, but not mine," Harry continued. "You have to face an uninjured version of me."

"Do it now?"

"Or, seeing that I am not injured, you will lose the idea of ​​fighting with me?"

Furong didn't talk nonsense, and immediately chanted the mantra.

"Passed out!"

Krum also waved his wand, and the Transfiguration twisted, and the nearby dead trees and branches turned into five pairs of withered claws, grabbing at his limbs.

Harry raised his hand and flicked his wand lazily.

Flutteringly chanted the mantra "Curse stops immediately!"

The Transfiguration Spell lost its effectiveness, dead wood and branches were scattered all over the place, and the Sleeping Spell disappeared out of thin air.

As well as the surrounding fences, there was a "chi chi" sound of heavy loads, and Harry's "spell stop" even affected the hedge barriers that had tried several spells.

Krum and Fleur stared round in astonishment.

gap
To this extent?

Harry raised his eyebrows and cursed again. Krum and Fleur immediately flew up, and he hit them one after another and landed on them.

Krum's face changed from blue to red.

Furong's figure twisted and turned into a bird shape.

on the referee's bench.

Ludo stared at his watch, gritted his teeth, one minute to go!There is only one minute left, Mr. Potter, what are you doing!
Ms. Maxim frowned with displeasure.

But she could understand what Harry was doing.

Something happened just now, for the sake of safety, check it out, not only he is relieved, but they are also relieved.

Just before Fleur was about to transform completely, Harry waved his wand and stopped casting the spell.

It didn't make Furong completely turn into a birdman.

In the auditorium, many wizards breathed a sigh of relief—they knew what a Veela was, and what a Veela would turn into, but if they watched a beautiful woman turn into a hideous bird
It's like seeing a beautiful woman go to the bathroom in front of her own eyes, and the smell is stinky.

"Potter!" Fleur gritted her teeth, terrified, "What do you want?"

"Ms. Maxim will give you an explanation." Harry waved his wand expressionlessly, letting them fall to the ground. "Of course, you too, Mr. Krum. Karkaroff will also give you an explanation."

The two of them nodded, looking surprised and suspicious.

The headmaster explained to himself?
they know?

Harry was playing with the three-wielder trophy. The spells he had just done could dispel Polyjuice Potion, Disguise Magus, and even try to break the Imperius Curse.

They have none of these effects.

The three stood facing each other.

"Are you still going to attack me?" After a while, Harry sorted out the order clearly, but still couldn't grasp any train of thought. He shook his head and looked at the two people who were still standing in front of him.

Fleur and Krum took a deep breath.

Just now, when the floating spell raised itself up, and when it was lowered, couldn't it be thrown aside?Do you have to rise in place and fall in place?
Do you have to give way yourself?
Gritting their teeth, they backed away.

Harry walked out with the Triwizard Cup in his hand, and the moment he walked out of the exit of the maze, there was overwhelming cheers.

All kinds of his, griffin's, Hogwarts fireworks exploded in the sky.

George and Fred were grinning from ear to ear. The fireworks exploding in the sky were gold Galleons and silver Sickles falling into their pockets.

Holding boxes, they walked in the stands, selling their fireworks.

Hermione fished out a handful and didn't pay for it.

George and Fred were not in a hurry to ask her, anyway, there was Harry.

"You can try this firework." Hermione divided more than half of this thing and stuffed it into Petunia's hands. "It's very simple, even if you don't know magic."

"When the ring at the bottom is pulled, it will fly out by itself."

Feinong took one from Petunia and muttered, "Why is it so like a grenade?"

He pulled out the ring skillfully, and before he subconsciously threw it, the firework flew out by itself, exploded in the air, and the flames scattered into Harry's head.

Gee.

Fenon gave a disgusted sound of disgust, but he was honest and took another one out of Petunia's hand.

Ludo was only half dead after Maxim kicked him, dragging his lengthy tone: "Aha, let's congratulate Harry Potter from Hogwarts, he took one hour and one minute, just over 1 minute!"

"Only 1 minutes!"

"Successfully brought back the Triwizard trophy from the maze, and became the best warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

Speaking of the latter, his voice was even a little crying.

Just 1 minutes away.

Even if he doesn't talk nonsense with those two people, even if he doesn't cast spells with "bad taste", if he comes out one step earlier, he won't lose money, the odds are as high as "250".

The Jin Gallon hill in his fantasy collapsed, and the torrent flooded him.

The winner, Harry Potter, was extremely calm. He turned his head and looked at the referee's seat. There was no Dumbledore, and Karkaroff disappeared, and he noticed the professors walking towards him. general.

"Harry, are you okay?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern.

Harry nodded, "I'm fine."

"What happened to that Portkey?" Professor Flitwick asked, frowning. "Where were you sent?"

Harry lowered his voice: "I was sent to Little Hangleton to meet Senior Tom."

"Mysterious man?" Professor Sprout stared round his eyes, covered his mouth, and exclaimed cautiously.

Harry nodded: "The situation is a bit complicated, and I won't be able to tell for a while. Where is Professor Dumbledore?"

"He and Snape are going to figure out how to find you." McGonagall said with a straight face, "Shall we go to his office now?"

She waved her wand, summoned the Patronus, and after a few words, the silver kitten flew away like a ray of light.

"I asked someone from the Ministry of Magic to notify Fudge." Harry nodded in response.

Professor McGonagall sighed.

It was supposed to be a night to celebrate the birth of a warrior, but something like this happened.

They hurried towards the castle.

Everyone in the auditorium was still celebrating. Few people noticed this scene, and even if they did, they thought it might be some kind of post-match link.

Hermione was so worried that she handed the Dursleys to Ron and chased after her.

She is too concerned about today's affairs.

in the principal's office.

When Harry and the others arrived, Dumbledore and Snape were already there, as well as a potbellied Fudge with panic written all over his face.

　The recent writing is a bit rough, I will think about the following things tonight~ nothing tonight
　　
　
(End of this chapter)