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In the audience, the students frantically debated who could win the final game.

Although Hermione is the first and has countless fans, the students of each academy will support their own warriors.

At least, verbally.

The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are even more devoted to supporting their warriors, and their voices are hoarse.

Four colleges, three schools... The students were arguing loudly.

The intensity was as if it was not the Triwizard Tournament, but the U.S. election.

Turning blue for a while, turning red for a while, limited to turning over and then turning over again, enjoyable!

William didn't participate in this kind of quarrel. He looked at the double-sided mirror in his hand, and Hermione also had one on him.

In this way, she can broadcast the whole process, as if it were live.

William, Anne, and Gabriel were calling her 666.

The double mirror is from Anne, and the other is borrowed from Dumbledore. This was the Christmas present the principal gave Annie many years ago.

However, watching the game like this, how can I go in and watch the game as enjoyable.

William couldn't help but want to apply and enter the maze as a checkpoint to guard the trophy.

Stark Cards Patronus!

Only those who can pass him can win the championship.

The four patrolmen, together with Ludo, were guarding different areas.

If there is a spark in the area that he is responsible for, he will go in to rescue the students.

As the game progressed, red sparks continued to appear in the sky.

Madam Pomfrey held various medicine bottles and treated the wounds of the rescued students.

A student was bitten on his **** by a swallowtail dog and needed immediate rabies medicine.

A ghoul has haunted a Beauxbatons witch, screaming over her head.

Worst of all, Durmstrang's Polyacco.

He stabbed the hornet's nest and was stung dozens of times by the Billywig bug. He couldn't see his entire face, and turned into a veritable Zhang Mazi.

Anyone who is stung by a Billywig will feel dizzy and then float away.

This side effect is like drinking Vita lemon tea.

So Polyacco was cool, floating in the air, not coming for a long time.

"Don't touch me, I can still... I'm the champion!" he yelled.

"Another crazy one." Madam Pomfrey shook her head.

A burst of flames shot out, representing yet another warrior abstaining.

The difference is that this time it is three bursts, which means... life and death are at stake.

Professor McGonagall rushed in.

The students all stood up, wanting to see who the hapless this time was...the only joy they had in not seeing a specific game.

But Professor McGonagall had been in for a long time and came out after a full five minutes.

Shockingly, the first to come out was...Cedric!

There was an uproar among the students, especially the Hufflepuffs.

Cedric was the Badgers' only hope. How could he fail? !

Professor McGonagall walked out of the maze with a grim face, her hands trembling as if she was trying not to let herself cry.

On her side, there was also a stretcher floating on which lay a little wizard.

All stood up to see who was lying on the stretcher.

"What happened?" Professor Sprout asked aloud not far away. "Cedric, why did you come out so soon!"

Cedric looked at his dean absentmindedly, and only came to speak after a long time:

"Ron...Ron..."

"he……"

"died!"

The crowd left their seats and ran towards the arena.

All the referees also got up, and Dumbledore walked quickly.

Cedric squatted on the ground, surrounded by black figures, all pressing towards him.

He saw Minister Fudge's chubby body run past, and even slipped and fell in the middle.

He was pale and frightened.

"Merlin... Weasley!" he yelled. "Dumbledore... he's dead!"

This sentence spread out, and the dark figure who was squeezing inside spread it to the people around him in horror.

The others shouted—screams resounded through the night.

"he died!"

"he died!"

"Ron Weasley! Dead!"

Dumbledore got closer, he supported the swaying Professor McGonagall, looked at Cedric, and said with a serious face: "Digory, what's going on?"

"Krum... Krum..." Cedric said hoarsely, "He killed Ron with Avada!"

"That's impossible!" Fudge said in disbelief. "you saw it?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Cedric gritted his teeth.

"After he killed Ron, he aimed his wand at me again. I removed his weapon and he ran away...I chased him.

But it was a maze, and after a few turns, he didn't know where to go! "

Cedric handed Krum's wand over.

Dumbledore raised his wand and docked it with Krum's.

"Flashback Flashback Charm!" he whispered.

The unique light of Avada Suoming emerged from where the two wands met.

"Disappeared!" he whispered again.

The Avadasa life formed by the smoke turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

"Get Krum immediately," Fudge ordered loudly.

"The physical and human evidence are conclusive, so immediately enter the maze and arrest him."

"Digory needs to go to the school hospital!" Madam Pomfrey said.

Dumbledore nodded and turned to look in the direction of the Gryffindor seat.

"Dumbledore, Arthur...he's here...do you want to talk to him first—before he sees the body—" Professor McGonagall whispered.

Mr. Weasley squeezed hard through the crowd, while Mrs. Weasley had passed out, Bill and Fred shouting.

Harry stood there, dumbfounded.

"Send the students back to the lounge, all students, immediately!" Dumbledore ordered.

All the teachers walked towards the auditorium to prevent the students from continuing to crowd the maze area.

Mr. Weasley finally squeezed over, and he gently hugged Ron's body with both hands, his face was covered with tears, and suddenly burst into tears.

Dumbledore's lips twitched as if he wanted to speak, but he was silent.

At this time, another gorgeous fireworks exploded.

- from the center of the maze.

All looked up.

"The Triwizard Tournament is over, someone has won the trophy..." Li's voice echoed in the arena, and he said in a low voice, "The game is finally over..."

Dumbledore's deep voice echoed in the arena.

"William, come to me... I need you!"

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Everyone else was leaving, but Malfoy took his wife, Narcissa, against the crowd and rushed into the maze.

Their son Draco is still inside!

Halfway through, Malfoy suddenly covered his arm, gasping for breath.

His face was pale, and his body began to tremble violently involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" Narcissa hurriedly supported her husband.

"He... he... the Dark Lord... is back!" Malfoy looked terrified.

"What, how is that possible?" Narcissa trembled.

"He's calling... for the first time in our ~lightnovelpub.net~ fourteen years." Malfoy looked desperate.

"What should we do now?"

"Find Draco first, then you'll stay at Hogwarts..." Malfoy looked up at the sky, his lips squirming.

No sound at the end:

"I'm going... to meet him..."

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"I... can't go to see him!" Karkaroff was shaking all over.

On his exposed left arm, the black mark has turned charred black.

This is Voldemort calling the Death Eaters back to him.

When the signal is given, all Death Eaters must immediately Apparate and appear by his side.

"I'm going to... run away..." Karkaroff said in despair. "Severus, let's run together, we'll both go incognito and hide where no one is.

Hiding in the United States, they can still take care of each other. "

Snape was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said calmly, "You escape... I want to stay at Hogwarts."

"Why, why didn't you run away? Think you're safe by hiding here?" Karkaroff asked, "Dumbledore is getting old!

He can protect you for a while, but he can't protect you forever!

The Dark Lord will kill you sooner or later, no need to work for Dumbledore! "

Snape didn't speak.

Karkaroff stomped his feet, stopped talking nonsense, turned around and ran.

Snape's dark eyes stared at Karkaroff's receding back.

He murmured suddenly, "Lily."

Snape's voice was bleak, like... like those bare sycamore trees, empty in winter, with only dead branches.

The professor's back was a little hunched, and when he turned around again, he regained his deadly expressionless face.

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