Chapter 373

Harry felt that no matter how many times he used the Portkey, he couldn't get used to it, and it was hard for him to keep his balance, so when Solim took him back to Hogwarts, he was still on the ground with his face first.

Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, his nose filled with the smell of grass. He had his eyes closed when the portkey took him on the flight, and now he still has his eyes closed. All the strength seems to have run out. He was dizzy, and he felt the ground beneath him jolt and shake like the deck of a ship. In order to stabilize himself, he clutched the trophy that was still in his hand, but soon he felt another force greater than him snatch it away from him. Fear and fatigue made him lie on the ground, smell the grass, and wait...... Waiting for someone to do something...... Waiting for something to happen...... At the same time, the scar on his forehead has been burning faintly......

A wave of sound overwhelmed him, bewildering, and everywhere there were sounds, footsteps, shouts...... He frowned tightly, as if it was a nightmare that would soon pass......

A pair of large strong hands grabbed him and turned him over.

"Harry, Harry!" the voice was familiar, it was Dumbledore! Harry suddenly felt a new fill of power in his body.

"He's fine, but he's bleeding a bit. Solim pulled the trophy out of Harry's clenched hand and threw it on the grass.

"Things went exactly as expected – he's back. Solim's tone was as if he was talking about someone else's business.

Harry opened his eyes, and Dumbledore crouched in front of him in front of the starry night sky. Surrounded by black and oppressive figures, they all crowded towards him. Harry could feel the ground under his head shake slightly with their footsteps.

"He's back," Harry whispered, he was so weak that he felt a red-hot carbon swallow in his throat, "Voldemort he's back." "

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" it was Fudge, his chubby face pale with a look of horror.

"Okay, there are some things we can go to the principal's office and talk about. It's clearly not a good place to talk about sensitive topics right now. Solim glanced over into the stands, and the Warriors were all looking at it with mixed expressions - for those who didn't know it, they were just losing a championship, and they didn't know what horrors and consequences would happen if they touched that trophy.

Cedric, who had escaped, applauded Solim and Harry with regret, and in his opinion, the champion was Hogwarts anyway. On the other side, Reyna looked at this side with a strange face, she actually didn't know more than other warriors, Solim's last actions were not revealed to her at all, but Solim still gave her a coin, and after entering the labyrinth, he told her where the trophy was, but when Reyna arrived, the trophy was gone...... If the trophy is missing, someone has got it, and the game should have ended immediately, but the game is not over, and when the few remaining warriors reach the center of the labyrinth, all they see is a bare stone platform - there is nothing on it.

Of course, these warriors will not be reconciled, they think that Hogwarts has made a trick, in order to let the Hogwarts warriors win the championship, Cedric who was present at the time because of the argument with the other warriors at this time - in fact, there were not many people at that time, except for Reyna and Cedric, there were only Jacques of Krum and Beauxbatons, and Fleur was the only warrior out of the tournament - if you didn't count the dead Richie and Lemston, and Solim and Harry, who had left the field.

In desperation, Professor McGonagall had to take them out of the maze and warn them not to reveal anything until the game was over. But apparently this request is extremely unreasonable in the eyes of other warriors - the trophy is missing, which means that someone has taken it, which means that the championship has been produced, but the game is still not over.

Back in the stands, they told their respective principals what had happened, according to the ideas of these warriors, such an obvious shady scene, their own principals would definitely give their own warriors a head. In their eyes, Hogwarts is so obviously stupid that it is so obvious that they can't see it, or do they think that their own people will swallow their anger?

But what they warriors never expected was that their respective headmasters turned a deaf ear to it as if someone had cast a Reimperi curse, and instead stared at the field worriedly, not knowing what they were thinking.

When Solim looked into the stands, he noticed that Karkaroff was sitting there...... Maybe it's not "good", his face is a little too pale - maybe it would be more appropriate to describe it as "miserable white". In stark contrast to his face was Krum, who sat next to him, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and Krum turned his head to the side when he saw Solim, looking very angry.

Saying this - Solim glanced at Dumbledore who was helping Harry up, Karkaroff seemed to be really ready to learn that Snape would stay at Hogwarts and not leave, and he didn't know why Dumbledore would agree to him, did Karkaroff still have any use for Dumbledore?

"Oh my God! What should we do? This has never happened in the Triwizard Tournament!" Bagman squeezed in, he was obviously the kind of person who didn't know the specifics, "There are two champions! What are we going to do? Minister, you have an idea. "

Without waiting for Fudge to speak, Solim spoke first: "Give it to Harry, I don't want this title anyway, give him the bonus or something." He has suffered a lot of sins today, so he should make amends. What do you say, Headmaster?"

Harry grinned, he could now see that Solim hadn't defected to Voldemort at all, Dumbledore must have made him do it, otherwise the trophy wouldn't have brought him to the graveyard at all. Harry felt like a fool, and if Solim had really taken refuge with Voldemort, he wouldn't have been able to come back today.

Harry's groggy head still hurt fiercely, especially the scar on his forehead, even more so than the stab wound on his arm.

"Okay, there's no rush in this matter. Let's go to the school hospital and let Poppy take care of your wounds. Dumbledore looked at the knife wound on Harry's arm.

"Oh my God, what about the others? Just wait?" Bagman gestured to the stands, "I'm going to end the tournament tonight - I'll have to arrange for the champion to speak later." "

"Forget what to say. Dumbledore looked down at Harry, "They've been through enough tonight. "