Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

At the edge of the cemetery, on a lawn near Harry and the key to the Triwizard Cup, Mike struggled to get up from the weeds.

Just now, he played Escape the Shell, and used the Transformation Spell to avoid the focus of the group of black-robed masked people.

It's just that due to the obstruction of the group of people, he also lost a great opportunity to prevent Voldemort's resurrection. In the end, he could only throw the holy sword like a javelin. I don't know if that sword successfully stopped Barty.

Thinking like this, Mike reached out and wiped his face, then instinctively looked up.

And just at this sight, Mike was stunned.

I saw that half of the sky at the moment was already illuminated by bright green, and the source of that green light was a skull with a giant snake spitting out!

"It looks like a failure."

Mike murmured, the disappointment in his eyes flashed away.

"Then retreat. The holy sword is flying!"

While talking to himself, Mike waved his wand, and as the incantation was uttered, the holy sword that was inserted in a big tree in the distance was also inspired, and it slammed into the trunk and flew towards Mike.

This scene caught the attention of Voldemort who was groping for his body.

Looking at the long sword that was flying towards the edge of the cemetery with a white light, Voldemort remembered his previous experience of being almost burned to ashes by someone using the Fiery Charm.

In just a moment, infinite shame and anger filled Voldemort's heart.

"Little bastard! Go to hell!"

Voldemort roared, and a dark green flame spewed out of his mouth, turning into a fiery snake that was several times larger than the two pythons released by Mike before, chasing in the direction of the holy sword's flight. .

This scene was seen by Mike, and he hurriedly ran to the position of the top three cups in memory.

Fortunately, his luck was not bad. The top three cups were not far from him, and it took only a few steps to arrive. Moreover, on the edge of the three-strong cup, there was a figure struggling with his arms and forehead, Harry.

"help me……"

Seemingly aware that someone was approaching, Mike opened his eyes and looked at Mike, still murmuring words for help.

But Mike stopped beside Harry and the Triwizard Cup. He neither rescued Harry nor ran away with the door key Triwizard Cup.

'I'm just waiting for the holy sword, it's a treasure, I can't bear it...'

Mike said this to himself in his heart, but in fact he knew very well that he hesitated.

Seriously, the best thing I should do in this situation is to leave Harry alone, or just kill him.

Because Harry almost witnessed everything he did today. Although he did nothing wrong, he acted so weird, as if he knew that Voldemort would be reborn today, and Hagrid was also a minibus Tee pretends to be the same.

If Harry really returned alive, it would definitely cause trouble for himself. At the very least, Dumbledore's vigilance against himself would be raised to an unprecedented height.

At the same time, Harry is also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If Harry dies, it is equivalent to destroying a Horcrux.

Although there were so many benefits to killing Harry, Mike hesitated when the time came.

He couldn't forget what Harry had done in the labyrinth before,

Can't forget the sight of Harry yelling at Barty Jr. disguised as Hagrid that if he wants the Triwizard Cup, he'll give it to him.

People regard themselves as their best friends, and now they want to kill them?

Like what I did in my previous life?

Mike's fists were tightly clenched together, and the magic wand belonging to Krum was crushed by Mike under this tremendous force.

Not far away, the holy sword was still desperately flying towards its master, and the dark green fire python behind it was also firmly behind the holy sword, chasing after him.

But the fire python obviously didn't use all its strength, which can be seen from the fact that it even shook off some flames on them when it passed by the four masked black-robed men.

On the other side, Mike looked at the holy sword and the flame python that were getting closer, and finally made up his mind.

"What! I'm such a worthless coward! Come on! Harry! Take my hand and I'll take you home!"

Mike gritted his teeth and roared, finding the right time to grab Harry's uninjured hand, pressing it firmly on the Triwizard Cup, and at the same time the hilt of the holy sword fell into his hand again!

"boom!"

A loud bang came, almost at the same time when Mike got the holy sword, the dark green fire python slammed down where Mike was, and exploded into green fireworks!

It's a pity that the transmission of the door key is instantaneous. As early as the moment Mike came into contact with the Holy Sword and the Three Powers Cup, they disappeared in place.

"Do not!"

The expression on Voldemort's face in the distance became more sinister when he saw this. He raised his head and screamed, expressing his anger.

As if sensing his anger, the huge skull in the sky and the giant snake that came out of its mouth also opened their big mouths and roared silently!

...

After a whirlwind, Mike and Harry landed again.

And when he landed, Mike's originally suspended heart fell again, because at this moment, judging from the touch on his face, he should have fallen on a flat slate road.

Moreover, there are still cheers coming from all around him. Based on the analysis of the previous article, he should have returned to Hogwarts.

"Oh! Merlin! What's wrong with you!"

Professor Flitwick's familiar voice made Mike completely put down his vigilance. He exhaled a long breath, without any intention of getting up from the ground, and said weakly:

"Don't ask, go save Harry first, his arm and head seem to be hurt."

Professor Flitwick obviously didn't listen to Mike. With the sound of dense and light footsteps coming from far and near, Mike was turned over by Professor Flitwick.

"Don't worry about this for now, Harry's side McGonagall and Pomfler are dealing with it!" Professor Flitwick continued to fumble with his hands on Mike's body, while helping him remove the dirt from his clothes, while helping him Examining the body, "Will it hurt if I press here? No pain? Well, what about here..."

Mike continued to perfunctory Professor Flitwick, and finally Mike broke free when Flitwick's hand was getting lower and lower.

"I'm fine! Professor! I'm just a little off!"

"How is this possible! You look like you just duel with a hundred fire dragons!"

After Professor Flitwick said this, Mike reluctantly raised his head and looked at himself.

Flitwick is right, he looks terrible now, the bunt robe has completely turned into pieces and hangs on his body, and his body and face are still full of scorched marks and mud.

In addition, when he came back, he was lying motionless on the ground because he was out of strength, and it was no wonder that Professor Flitwick misunderstood.

But even so, Mike couldn't accept Professor Flitwick's inspection method.

However, the arm can never be twisted to the thigh. At the strong request of Professor Flitwick, Mike was checked by Mrs. Pomfler, and it was not until it was announced that he was really uninjured. Professor Flitwick was relieved. .

Until then, Harry, who was pierced in his arm and covered in injuries, ignored the medical staff and came to Mike's side, only to see him clutching Mike's scorched sleeve tightly and refusing to let go, his eyes were full of fear , that fear turns into deep gratitude only when looking at Mike.

"It's alright, Harry." Mike said to Harry sincerely, "We're back, it's alright."

"I know, I'm just... just too scared! It was a nightmare just now!" Harry said as if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Mike and said in a trembling voice with excitement , "Thank you! Thank you for saving me! Really! If it weren't for you, I would..."

Facing Harry's clear eyes, Mike guiltily turned his eyes away from him.

"Okay, Harry, we're friends, there's no need to say such nasty things. Oh damn, I feel like I've said that to you so many times, but you can't always remember it."

"You're right, you're right, it's my fault, we are friends, and friends shouldn't say this..."

Harry obviously hadn't recovered from the panic just now, and Wen Yan kept repeating the words of admitting his mistakes.

Seeing this, Mike scratched his head, patted Harry's shoulder lightly, and said:

"Okay, don't think about it so much, you should bandage it now, your wound is still bleeding."

Harry was taken aback by Mike's shot, but after listening to Mike's words, he finally remembered his wound, so he stretched out his hand to an infirmary assistant who had been waiting beside him.

At this time, Mike finally had the intention to observe the surrounding environment.

In the stands, most of the students in Hogwarts uniforms were cheering, but some Durmstrang boys had gloomy expressions on their faces.

"What happened to them?"

Professor Flitwick followed Mike's line of sight, and the happy expression on his face disappeared instantly. He was silent until Mike urged him repeatedly before slowly saying:

"Krum he... he's dead."

"What?!" Mike exclaimed, "It's impossible!"

'I have clearly released the fire for help in time! ’

Mike didn't say this half sentence, he just said it to himself in his heart.

Seeing this, Flitwick thought that Mike was shocked by the sudden death of his friend, so he said:

"I don't want to believe it, but it's true, Mike, Krum, he's really dead. We found the SOS fire, but when we got there, Krum was out of breath, a The eight-eyed spider was eating his corpse. Also, his wand disappeared, which we speculate was accidentally eaten by the eight-eyed spider while eating the corpse. Also, Hagrid is missing."

Mike licked his chapped lips. He really didn't expect Krum to be so unlucky that he would be 'picked up' by the eight-eyed giant spider.

And Harry, who was being bandaged, shrank sharply when he heard Flitwick's words. He clearly remembered that Mike had just crushed a wand in that cemetery, and the wand appeared from the outside. Look, there's a big difference from Mike's own!

'Shouldn't it be...'

A terrible thought suddenly rose in Harry's heart, but then he shook his head vigorously, throwing the thought out of his mind, and at the same time, he slapped his mouth hard.

'Damn, Mike is my savior, and at the same time he is my best friend, how can I think so! ’

Thinking like this, a smile appeared on Harry's face again, but there was still a deep fear in the depths of his eyes when he looked at Mike.

"Harry! What's the matter with you?!"

The sudden voice startled Harry, but when he found out that the speaker was Sirius who had heard the news, Fudge and Dumbledore had arrived, his somewhat flustered face immediately showed a look of crying. out of the expression.

"Little Sirius, I... I really don't know how to tell you. That three-strong cup was manipulated. He passed us to a place, and then there I saw... He..."

"Okay!" Mike interrupted Harry's messy explanation halfway through. "This isn't a good place to talk about these things, I'll go to your office, Headmaster. As for Harry, let him Go to the infirmary and get a good treatment first."

"Yes! Mike is right! Harry is badly injured and he must be treated immediately!"

Sirius clearly agreed with Mike's proposal, and when he saw him, he hugged the choked Harry, and at the same time began to roar at Dumbledore.

In the face of Sirius' bark, Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly and said to Mike:

"Alright then, come with me."

After saying that, Dumbledore turned around and left. Judging from his fast pace, the heart of the strongest white wizard at this moment was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

Mike pursed his lips, said nothing, and followed quickly.

All this happened too fast, Fudge stared blankly at the backs of the two of them, and didn't react until they walked all the way out.

"Hey! There's an award ceremony to come! This time Hogwarts wins! The audience can't wait! Hey! Come back!"

Fudge's roar had no effect, and Mike and Dumbledore walked straight into the castle without looking back.

In desperation, Fudge looked at Harry next to him.

But before he could speak, Sirius picked up Harry and followed Madam Pomfler towards the castle.

Fudge opened and closed his mouth a few times without making a sound. In the end, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the principal's office.

Alva looked at his minister dumbfounded, and woke up after a while, shouting:

"Minister, what about the award ceremony!"

However, it was Fudge's somewhat exasperated voice that answered him.

"You can do it yourself!"

...

Due to lack of exercise, Fudge ran hard.

But he didn't mean to stop in the slightest. Today, Dumbledore didn't save him any face in public today, and he must ask him for an explanation.

Holding this belief, Fudge dragged his fat body and trotted all the way to the door of the principal's office.

And when he lost the password, he panted and opened the door of the office.

But I only heard Mike saying to Dumbledore with a serious face:

"Voldemort, he's risen."