Hogwarts Homecoming

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron!"

Hermione scolded softly, but her face also turned pale after hearing that voice, and her breathing stopped for a while.

It came from the misty path full of tombstones. It was indeed some creature crying. The intermittent, suppressed sobs were particularly high-pitched and harsh in this eerie grave, and contained boundless despair. .

The legs of the three people were trembling slightly, and Karkaroff's breathing became rapid as he stared at the road with squinted eyes.

"Let's go over and take a look."

Harry gritted his teeth and said.

"Are you crazy, Harry?"

Ron looked in disbelief.

"You know there could be danger there!"

"If this really falls within the confines of a game event," Harry held his breath, "then we could be missing a key clue."

"What if not?"

Karkaroff, who was silent for a long time, raised questions for the first time.

"If not, Professor Karkaroff,"

Hermione scowled,

"If we came here because of an accident, or if we were plotted against, the trap arranged by the mastermind behind the scenes will never be avoided just by us changing the road."

It was an irrefutable inference. Even if he disliked this self-righteous little witch, Karkaroff had to admit that her statement was correct.

Is the current situation a test category? A simple accident? Or is it a deliberate plan?

Even after experiencing several storms between life and death, Karkaroff could not judge for a while, but

Karkaroff looked coldly at the three young wizards of Hogwarts who were advancing in a decent manner. One of them was Harry Potter. If they died here, as long as it was the latter two cases, it would be terrible. No one could find fault with him.

While thinking, Karkaroff's eyes gradually became ferocious.

No matter what, they still chose the misty path.

The cold and moist mist hits the face, and the black crows that fly over the cemetery from time to time make people feel suffocated.

Especially the ups and downs of sobs. As she got closer, Hermione felt more and more that the sadness and despair in their voices didn't seem to be staged.

They passed by tombstones one after another, and they were in the shadow of the tombstones. These mostly incomplete tombstones were like the God of Death, ignoring them towards death.

"Oh, I'm so stupid"

When the outline of a creature was vaguely visible, Harry's heart skipped a beat. Then he muttered something in a low voice and took the lead in using his wand to emit a bright fluorescent light supported by the darkness. This move also made the others understand why Harry Showing his stupidity, everyone including Karkaroff looked solemnly and let their wands shine. For a moment, the overlapping radiance was like a bright moon rising from the cemetery.

The desperate sobs were suddenly cut off, and the creature realized that when it fell into unextricable sadness, another person had entered the cemetery, and he was an acquaintance of it.

Thumb, thump, thump.

The moment he saw clearly what the creature was, Ron's teeth began to chatter. Harry and Hermione in front of him did not perform much better. They were like seriously threatened cats, with their hair all wet. He stood upright, and a biting chill rushed from his tailbone to the back of his head, almost causing him to drop his wand.

"Flash-flash."

Hermione's voice was like a traveler who strayed into the desert, torn and hoarse, accompanied by tremors and cries.

Shining crawled next to a man lying on the damp dead leaves on the ground. It was not clear whether the man was dead or alive, but one thing was undoubtedly that the man had suffered brutal torture. His two hands and two The joints of one foot were bent backwards, and its limp posture was like a puppet being manipulated.

"Crouch"

The taller Karkaroff was the first to identify who the man was, and when Crouch's name came out of his mouth, no one would think that their current situation came from the test of the competition. Or there is only one possibility of accident, they were plotted!

"I call!"

Karkaroff's chest heaved violently, and the indifference on his face was replaced by panic and horror. As he staggered backwards, he shouted, "I've had enough, I want to leave here!"

No one stopped Karkaroff from leaving. He held up his wand and made a gesture of apparating. The fact that he was still in the sight of Harry and the three of them undoubtedly meant that his attempt to apparate failed.

Someone blocked the space!

Harry and Hermione, who had attended that gym class, both realized this. At the same time, regret was tearing at their hearts.

Although physical education was probably the magic class he listened to most seriously, Harry still blamed himself for not taking Professor Blaine's words seriously. The fireplace and the door key, the latter of which he did not have the ability to make. It's not difficult to build a fireplace, but he doesn't know how to connect to the Floo network privately, nor does he bring Floo powder!

"Harry Potter"

Twinkle spoke, and the sadness and panic in its voice dissipated somewhat, and was filled with horror and disbelief. Obviously, it lacked sufficient understanding of the current panic.

"H-Lee Potter?"

But its sound made Crouch beside him regain some consciousness from his confusion, and also made Harry and the others realize that Mr. Crouch was not dead.

"Harry Potter?"

Crouch repeated it again. Harry couldn't imagine how strong-willed Crouch was at this moment. When Crouch raised his head with difficulty, they discovered that the rigorously dressed senior official of the Ministry of Magic had his meticulously combed gray hair. His hair was completely soaked with blood, but he still raised his head tenaciously.

His eyes were confused. The light emitted by Harry's wands made it impossible for him to immediately tell who those people were. He tried hard to open his eyes wide, and his eyeballs bulged ferociously, trying desperately to see clearly.

"It's me, sir."

Harry put down his wand, and the light that shrouded his pale face faded a little. He panted, and every breath he took was like swallowing a large mouthful of ice water in the cold winter.

"It's you--"

Shiny's support allowed Barty Crouch to see Harry's face better. He finally confirmed that Harry Potter had indeed arrived in front of him, and then--

"run!"

It was unimaginable that Crouch in such a state could still make such a loud sound. When the roar full of despair resounded throughout the cemetery, and the black crows roosting everywhere flapped their wings at the same time, the dead cemetery seemed to be... It comes alive now.

"Run!"

Crouch tried his best and let out the loudest scream in his life.

"he came!"

Everyone dominated by fear began to stagger back. However, further away, a cold voice penetrated the fog,

"Oh, Barty, haven't these days of training taught you any manners? I'm afraid you have no right to drive away the guests I worked so hard to invite."

A figure walked out of the mist, a pale middleman with a crazy smile, holding an ugly dwarf in his arms.

The moment their eyes met, Harry fell to the ground. His scar was in severe pain. The pain he had never experienced in his life caused his body to twitch and curl up. He covered his face with his hands, and his head felt like it wanted to explode.

And Harry's performance was similar to that of Igor Karkaroff. He failed to disapparate and fell to the ground. He held his arms that were about to melt, and his dark yellow pupils shrank due to extreme fear. It was like a needle point, and the whole person was shaking like a sieve!

"Harry!"

Hermione's voice was full of tears, and both she and Ron rushed to Harry, trying to pull him up from the ground.

"I always thought that Cliona was unwilling to accept the task, but I didn't expect that she had prepared so many guests for me,"

The ugly dwarf showed a cruel smile,

"She probably means well, but not everyone can witness this great moment. Oh, Barty, maybe you can clean up for me. Of course, you can't hurt an old friend. Understand, Barty?"

"It's a pleasure, my lord!"

Before Hermione and Ron could figure out what this meant--

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was a whistling sound, and then a sharp shout tore through the dim sky, and a strong green light stung the eyes of several people.

The green light illuminated the shocked faces of Hermione and Ron. They saw that the green light hit the smallest one in their group who had been following them tremblingly.

They saw that the vitality quickly faded from the childish and delicate face, and the girl's golden hair also faded. Her body lost support and fell heavily to the ground. Only her lifeless blue eyes were still facing the low sky. See.

Gabrielle is dead.