Autumn Zhang.

You will know by listening to this name. This is a senior girl from Lavenclaw College. She is a very popular girl with Asian descent and is a Chinese.

The reason why Harry knew such a girl was because he was the seeker of the Quidditch team of Gryffindor student, and the other party was also the seeker of the Quidditch team of Ravenclaw College—

Harry first met Qiu Zhang in a Quidditch game in his third grade. When the latter smiled at him, his heart beat. Although they only had a few words in this game, the so-called love at first sight is unreasonable.

After all, the minds of young boys and girls are so elusive, and the more they like someone, the more they will subconsciously beautify the other person in their hearts. Even a little bit of insignificant details will make the young boy feel extremely beautiful.

The power of love makes people blind, especially when you know that the four warriors are responsible for four routes and track the fire dragon community from four different directions. The performance of the four people will be presented to the "audience" through magic...

Harry suddenly felt that he had found motivation in life and seemed to understand the meaning of participating in the competition.

Yes, he has to prove his ability... He doesn't necessarily need to win everyone, but at least he can't lose to Cedric...

In this way, under the strange driving force that no one knows and cannot explain, he thinks he has been delaying for a few days, but in fact his progress is the fastest among the four warriors.

In this way, in the dark tunnel, Harry continued to penetrate deep into the inner depths of the mountain cracks in the darkness, amid the tremors that came from time to time. He felt that victory was probably right in front of him.

Soon, the darkness ahead was dispelled by the shining red, the tunnel suddenly became wide, and a relatively flat and wide terrain appeared, like a huge cave, and in the distance was the surface of the spacious magma lake.

A hot wave of heat hits the face, and the lake is rolling, as if it is a pot of boiled pepper soup.

Harry was a little shocked at the scene in front of him. He was distinguishing the next direction when he suddenly saw a figure walking towards him step by step in front. Harry couldn't see the man's face clearly, but from his gait and arm posture, the man seemed to be holding something.

The other party is short and wearing a hooded cloak... There are people in this kind of place? Could it be a local wizard in Italy?

At this time, Harry's scar suddenly and violently ached, and he had never felt such severe pain in his life.

"Damn it!"

He faintly heard such a voice. With the agility he had learned in the Quidditch game, he rushed to the side, and a red light flashed and the spell hit the empty space.

He was about to grit his teeth and see who the guy who suddenly attacked in front of him was, but he suddenly heard another voice coming from behind him.

The next moment, he was knocked unconscious without any suspense.

...

...

In the castle of Hogwarts in the UK, the picture of Harry occupied is the largest among the magical projections in the auditorium.

The total length of the other three warriors is almost the same as him. The reason for split screens like this is because he has the fastest progress and is far ahead of others.

Although Mrs. Maxim of Busbaton and Kakarov, the principal of Demstrong, had complaints about this, they couldn't say anything. After all, this was an agreement that had been agreed in advance, so that people could intuitively understand the progress of the Warriors.

Harry's progress is obviously preferred over others. Even Kakarov, a shameless person, could not speak lies with his eyes open, insisting that his warrior is the best one.

The various whispers in the auditorium, the students talked excitedly, and laughed from time to time, which all showed that the project was going smoothly.

This made many people feel relieved. They originally thought that this project would be mediocre. After all, there was no direct explosion point of facing the Fire Dragon, and all kinds of tension and exciting climax scenes were mostly ordinary scenes.

——How can this satisfy the audience? This time the restart of the Trio Championship will definitely become a joke!

Fortunately, the response was completely beyond their expectations.

In fact, this is also a very normal thing. After all, such a live broadcast of the wilderness and tracking the monsters is really unprecedented... Many people have had such an idea, but it is impossible to achieve it due to various reasons, and such a program meets their spiritual needs.

Especially in this era, even the Muggles have not yet experienced the baptism of Between Ye, De Ye, and various reality shows, let alone the wizards who are closed to the country and have little knowledge.

The first time I tried to come across such a novel thing, I was so interested in seeing it. Not only did I suddenly get chicken blood, but I made great progress, and Harry, who was leading the crowd like a help from God, attracted their attention.

The various difficulties and obstacles encountered by other warriors along the way, and the various speechless situations-

For example, it is said that you find the wrong direction and waste your time in vain... and even have inexplicable conflicts with the Muggles and are almost arrested by the police... I chased the wrong clues, but ended up fighting with other magical creatures in a confused manner...

These situations made them hilarious and fascinated. They stared at the magic projection without blinking, hoping to stick their eyes on them.

——This is like the feeling of a school organizing a movie.

"Harry has an advantage... God, I thought he would be unable to handle it." Hermione breathed a long sigh, looked at the scene in the projection, and then frowned again: "It's quite dark inside, did he just walk in?"

"Come on, Hermione...what can he do if he doesn't go in?" Ron said indifferently, "It's not enough to find some scratches and scales. Unless he saw the Fire Dragon in his own eyes and figured out what was going on, otherwise he wouldn't be able to count."

"I know, but I always think that place is too dangerous..."

Hermione said worriedly, staring at Harry continuing to move forward in the projection, and red magma appeared faintly around him.

This means that Harry has penetrated deep into the volcano, the feeling of a river of lava flowing in the distance, or the lake of magma is shining with dazzling high temperatures and redness, which is very depressing, as if the burning sensation is coming towards him through the projection.

"Don't worry, isn't Professor Moody there?" Ron said with a smile on his face, "There won't be a problem, you're just too..."

He could not say the following words, because what happened in the projection shocked him and made his expression freeze directly.

and--

Looking at what happened on the projection, the auditorium also became quiet.

...

...

Harry didn't know how long he had been in a coma, until he felt something sharp piercing into his left arm, and blood flowed down the torn sleeves of the robe, and finally woke up and raised his head with difficulty.

He was still dizzy in his head, and a blurry scene appeared in front of him. He tried hard to drive his brain that was a little confused and vaguely thrilling... He seemed to be attacked by someone from behind.

He raised his head and found that the person who pierced his left arm with a dagger turned out to be...

"Professor Moody! What are you doing?!" Harry exclaimed.

Moody smiled strangely and said slowly, "What do you think I'm doing?...Isn't this an obvious thing?"

"Yes, did you attack me?" Harry finally remembered what happened before he fell into a coma and asked incredible. He subconsciously avoided the attack ahead, but unexpectedly, another coma curse came from behind him.

"Of course it's me." Professor Moody's expression was still strange.

"Why... do this? Wait, that's Petr?!" Harry couldn't believe it, he looked around and heard a panting sound not far away.

The short figure was actually the little dwarf Peter, who was pushing a stone crucible, which was larger than all the crucibles used by Ha, and could accommodate an adult sitting inside.

The crucible seemed to be filled with water - Harry heard the splashing sound.

The bag that the little dwarf was holding was placed near the stone crucible. It seemed to be restless, and a big snake was winding around the dry rock surface, circling around the bag.

"Why did I do this? Harry, think about it, who put your name into the Goblet of Fire as a student from another school? Who scared away everyone who might hurt you or prevent you from winning? Who encouraged Hagrid to let you see the Fire Dragon?"

Moody stared at Harry with his magical eyes, his crooked mouth widened.

"Are you crazy?" Harry couldn't help but say.

"I'm crazy? Hahaha, do you really think I'm a crazy-eyed Moody?" Moody looked completely out of control. He smiled at Harry from a high point-

"What a seamless plan, how simple and how clever. Moody has always only used the curved wine bottle he carried with him. This is famous. I just need to replace the wine in the bottle with a compound decoction..."

Compound Decoction? Harry widened his eyes and felt that his mind was a little unable to turn. He seemed to have vaguely understood something, but he didn't understand anything.

Next is the fake Moody's long speech, which mainly explains that his identity is actually Barty Crouch, who uses compound decoction as a professor, plans to use the Triple Championship with Petr, etc., etc.

"…The first project was messed up, and I thought it was messed up like that. Fortunately, Fuguitar was a fool, desperately trying to suppress Dumbledore... We seized this opportunity. The mere fire dragons were not a problem, but we could use them..."

Fake Moody is still talking.

"So we chose this route from the beginning and waited for you here... because those fire dragons are indeed deep in this volcano, and you are also chasing their traces by yourself. No one will find that this is actually a trap..."

"Do you know? Harry, until now, those people can still see you because the magic is still in effect and has not been cleared. The Dark King hopes that everyone can witness this moment, but they don't have time to save you, they can only watch..."

Harry shook his head and shivered all over, almost unable to believe such a thing.

But after the false Moody's explanation, he finally understood a lot of things. The other party seemed to be too proud, and was chatting to him nervously, telling him the details, as if he was deliberately explaining the causes and consequences.

Until Peter, who had been silent, finished his work, and the bag finally made cold and sharp words-

"Little Batty, stop talking nonsense to him, start quickly!"

Start? What to start?

Harry looked at the bag, feeling his scars hurt again...

Next, there was a very evil ceremony. Harry watched the bottle containing his blood, one of the arm of the dwarf Peter, and another unknown material, poured directly into the huge stone crucible.

Then, the thing in the bag was thrown in.

Father's bones...

The servant's flesh...

The blood of the enemy...

This seemed to be a very evil and terrible black magic. Harry tried hard to stay awake, but he just covered his face with his hands, his legs bent to the ground, and nothing was seen in front of him, and his head seemed to explode.

The scar was so painful that he felt so nauseous that he wanted to vomit. I don’t know how long it took, and the pain relieved. He slowly opened his tingling eyes in fear, hoping that the thing had drowned.

Petr, who had completed his mission, fell to his knees beside the cauldron, holding his bleeding broken arm, gasping and sobbing.

Harry saw a man's black figure slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton. It was a pale face that often appeared in Harry's nightmare for three years. His two big eyes were red, his face was flat, and his nostrils were two thin slits...

——Vodemort is resurrected.

Voldemort put on his black robe and showed a cruel smug look on his face. He straightened his waist and glanced at the scene in front of him with a high spirit.

“…”

“…”

The scene was quiet, and Harry was shaking unconsciously. This was exactly what he was most afraid of, but now it has become a reality!

"Now, there are many people watching this scene happening, right?" Voldemort murmured, his glowing red eyes staring at Moody not far away. "How many people will foolishly choose to be enemies with me?"

His gaze fell on Harry again, his flat and disgusting pale face twisted, revealing a cruel smile.

"Why do they believe I won't make a comeback? Didn't they witness me proving my potential countless times when I was stronger than any wizard?"

Voldemort showed a terrible smile, his red eyes became empty and cold and ruthless—

"And now, I will find all my loyal servants, I will recall the expelled giants, I will invite the dementors to be our ally, I will control all the dangerous magical creatures, I will rule over this world-"

Rumble—!!

Before he could finish his words, a huge vibration that everyone could feel came again from below the ground, interrupting Voldemort's confident declaration in an inappropriate manner.

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