Chapter 416
In the Riddle family cemetery, Harry felt very happy.
Looking at the remaining half of Voldemort's body, he fired a disarming spell provocatively.
But to Harry's surprise, the spell passed through Voldemort's body without any hindrance and shattered the stone behind him.
"What's going on?" Harry looked at Wayne in confusion.
"He's gone." Wayne shook his head.
"When half of his body was blown up just now, Voldemort had already run away. What was left here was just a phantom, or a thought."
Voldemort's pattern was a little small, but you definitely can't say he was bad. He had never seen this kind of weird escape magic in a book.
It was simply a combination of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method and the Blood Escape Method.
"Is that so." Harry was extremely disappointed. He thought Voldemort would be completely eliminated today.
While the two were talking, Voldemort's shadow slowly dissipated. He glanced at Wayne for the last time, his eyes were so complicated that they could form a pie-shaped statistical chart.
In fact, Voldemort wanted to ask why the other him called him Master Lawrence.
But time did not allow it, and he did not want to say the words Master Lawrence, so he had to give up.
Wayne glanced at him, waved his arm, and heard a sound of breaking through the air in the distance. The golden cup fell into his hand, along with Moody's artificial leg and magic eye.
After thinking about it, he took out a bag and collected the body of little Barty.
After doing this, Wayne cast another blasting curse, which blew up the grave of old Tom Riddle.
Although it was a bit unethical to do so, he really wanted to know if Voldemort still had his father's ashes in stock.
If not, would he think of other ways to resurrect?
After doing all this, he grabbed Harry's arm and summoned the King of Phoenix.
Hogwarts.
At this time, Hogwarts was in chaos. A large number of Aurors came from the Ministry of Magic, and the audience was forced to stay in the Quidditch field and not leave.
The live broadcast had disappeared, but there was still a lot of noise, and everyone was discussing what had just happened.
Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the Minister of Magic was taken away by the portkey, and then there was news that Vladimir and Potter had also disappeared.
People didn't know what happened and could only wait anxiously.
There were not only students from several schools, but also villagers from Hogsmeade and audiences from afar. The crowd attributes were complicated.
If the time was delayed for a little longer, it would be difficult not to have a riot similar to the World Cup.
The professors and other principals were in a mess, and the competition was terminated. After the Aurors searched, they found Vladimir who was unconscious in the maze, and immediately determined that the person who got the Holy Grail was a fake.
Just when the Aurors were about to collapse, Fudge came back through the portkey.
He refused all communication and ordered on the spotCrouch caught him, and then took all the Ministry of Magic employees away from Hogwarts.
Fudge was still in a state of shock at this time. He had just experienced too many twists and turns. He still hadn't figured out who was the good guy, who was the bad guy, and who wanted to assassinate the king.
But he knew that this award-giving position was given to Dumbledore by Crouch, and Dumbledore gave it to him. He had to hide first, so that it would be the safest.
Fudge left with his people, but left a mess. Potter hadn't come back yet!
Just when Professor McGonagall was about to go crazy and Sirius was about to rush to the Ministry of Magic with his wand, a dazzling fire suddenly appeared in front of him.
As the light dissipated, Wayne and Harry returned to school.
"Merlin! Thank God, Wayne, you found Potter." Professor McGonagall rushed up and saw the wounds on Harry's body and his charred face.
"What happened, Potter? What happened?"
"Fudge should be back, didn't he tell you?" Wayne asked in surprise.
"Bullshit!" Sirius supported the weak Harry, his tone full of resentment: "After Fudge came back, he took all the Aurors and Ministry employees and left directly. Oh, yes, he also had Crouch arrested."
Professor McGonagall also nodded.
She was also annoyed by Fudge's performance, but now was not the time to complain. Professor McGonagall raised her wand and shot a red spark into the sky.
Soon, Fawkes came over with Dumbledore, and Snape was beside him.
Snape had a pale face, covering his left arm, looking uneasy.
"Harry, I'm so glad you're okay." Dumbledore saw that Harry was in a mess, but he didn't lose any limbs, and nodded slightly.
Then he looked at Wayne with an inexplicable expression.
"Professor, Voldemort has resurrected." Harry saw Dumbledore and said quickly: "Peter Pettigrew also escaped, and..."
"What?! How can this trick you!" Sirius shouted in disbelief, and Professor McGonagall took two steps back.
"It's true." Harry stopped talking and was about to explain, but Dumbledore reached out to stop him.
"This is not the place to talk. Let's go to my office and tell you everything from beginning to end."
"Albus!" Professor McGonagall was also shocked, but still said: "Potter's current condition..."
"Some things are more important. I will make sure he is fine. He must face it." Dumbledore said, "Minerva, Severus, you are responsible for evacuating the audience from the stadium. Sirius, tell the other professors not to look for them anymore. I will communicate with you one by one tonight."
"Mr. Lawrence, please come too."
After that, he disappeared with Harry. Wayne gave Sirius a reassuring look and followed.
Office.
Harry drank a bottle of potion first to relieve the physical and mental pain.Suffering, and then began to tell the story from the time he and Barty defeated Little.
But he was stunned at the beginning: "Professor, how is the real Moody now? Oh, and Barty, he..."
Harry said a little depressed, "He was killed by Voldemort."
You said he hated Barty, he must be unhappy, but when he saw him use the killing curse on Voldemort later, the impression was much better.
"I have found the real purpose, Barty was hidden in the box in the office, as for Barty..."
Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and it was Wayne who spoke first: "I will make it clear to Crouch."
Harry nodded, and then continued to tell the story. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
The appearance of Peter Pettigrew, Fudge was captured, Voldemort was resurrected, Barty and Wormtail turned against him, and then to the two Voldemorts behind.
When he heard Tom appear, Dumbledore's calm expression finally fluctuated.
This was the first time he had heard of Tom Riddle, 17, since he knew that he had been resurrected.
"He admitted that he had rescued Peter?"
"Yes"
"Voldemort wanted to kill him, didn't he?"
"Yes, Riddle didn't seem to be his opponent, but he ran very fast and was afraid that Wayne would come with you."
Dumbledore turned his gaze to Wayne.
Wayne shook his head: "I didn't do it because I thought it was good to let the two of them fight each other."
Harry asked, "You arrived at that time?"
"Yes." Wayne looked at him with a smile: "I arrived when Voldemort was still in the pot."
Harry looked like a big victim: "Wayne, why didn't you save me earlier? I was almost tortured to death by Voldemort."
Wayne patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "This is a rare opportunity. Not everyone is qualified to fight Voldemort."
"With me watching, it's not easy for you to die."
Harry thought it made sense and nodded without any hesitation. []
Just as Wayne said, this experience was indeed valuable enough. When he cast the fire shield to protect himself, he felt that he had become much clearer and could cast other spells more easily.
The following story is very simple. He was beaten up by Voldemort, and then the flashback spell was triggered, until Wayne appeared and attacked, smashing half of his body.
After saying all in one breath, Harry leaned back in his chair and took a short rest.
Dumbledore digested the information silently, and then looked at his wound: "You have done well enough tonight, Harry, far exceeding my expectations of you."
"Professor." Harry was a little embarrassed: "If it weren't for Wayne, I would definitely not be back today."
Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "Courage is also a very important part. The courage you have shown is comparable to those who fought against Voldemort during his heyday.The wizards who fight to the death are equally matched, which is already good enough, not to mention that you have learned a high-level magic. "
Dumbledore paused: "That fire shield protection... Did Wayne teach you?"
Harry shook his head blankly: "Mr. Guy taught me."
Dumbledore's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw Wayne smiling at him embarrassedly, and his heart twitched violently.
How many things he didn't know were hidden in this!
"Okay, Harry, you go to Madam Pomfrey first." Dumbledore began to drive people away, "You don't have to worry about the rest, you have experienced enough today."
Harry also felt his eyelids fighting, nodded, Fox flew to his shoulder, and teleported him directly there (promised).
Only Dumbledore and Wayne were left in the room.
"Mr. Lawrence. "Old Dumbledore's voice was full of tiredness: "In the plan you told us, there seems to be no step to bring Fudge over, right?"
"Why do you do this? If Fudge is in danger, Hogwarts will become extremely passive."
"Also, what about Mr. Guy?"
Dumbledore held his forehead, and the wrinkles on his face were twisted together: "Grindelwald, when did he start to contact Harry? Why didn't you tell me?"
He couldn't tell which was more serious now.
Is it Fudge's safety or Harry's physical and mental health?
Anyway, he couldn't accept it.
Wayne was afraid that he would directly anger the old man and start a great adventure, so he had to explain it to him one by one.
"Bringing Fudge over to witness Voldemort's resurrection was indeed my sudden idea, and even Crouch didn't know. ”
“Oh, he’s locked up now, but it doesn’t matter. Crouch will be released in three days at the latest.”
Wayne thought of Crouch who had suffered an unexpected disaster and mourned for him for 0.3 seconds.
“Why.” Dumbledore remained calm. If the kid sitting opposite him was an ordinary naughty child, he would probably have to take action now.
Unfortunately, facing Wayne, he could only coax and lift him up, and dared not say harsh words.
If this kid was wronged and turned evil, he would have no place to cry.