Chapter 238: A Bizarre Plan
"All those brats from Durmstrang are indeed dark wizards."
Moody cursed loudly, "I'll keep a close eye on these two guys, you just go and finish the game."
Hephes didn't move, leaning against the hedge calmly.
"Professor! I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait with you for a while!"
Moody's broken nose wrinkled and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.
"What are you doing here? Don't you want to win the game?"
Hephis said calmly.
"Fleur and Krum have both been eliminated, so the final trophy to be lifted will definitely be Hogwarts."
"Don't you want to win?" Moody asked again.
"I don't have much pursuit for fame and fortune, so I'll give it to Harry." Hephis said indifferently.
Moody's expression changed slightly, but he quickly adjusted himself.
"Since you want to wait, just wait here! But you deserve the trophy."
Hephis was aware of Moody's presence when he saw Krum attacking Fleur.
As Moody's legendary Auror, he saw someone using dark magic.
It is impossible to abide by the rules of the game, and we will definitely take it down directly.
But Moody waited for Hefeth to settle the matter before he showed up in a roundabout way.
This was enough to show that there was something wrong with Moody, so he leaned against the hedge and simply closed his eyes.
A complete sting operation.
Moody was also anxious at this time!
What's wrong with Hephis? Why isn't he in a hurry at all? Why doesn't he go and get the Triple Crown Cup?
If he doesn't take it, how can the master's plan be implemented?
If you want to blame someone, blame Krum. He had a good plan but insisted on killing Hephes.
If Hephes was really that easy to kill.
The owner wouldn't go to so much trouble.
Moody originally wanted to use his current identity to rescue Krum.
But when Mag and the others arrived, he would have no chance.
He thought about it in his mind, but did not dare to show his emotions easily, for fear of exposing his true colors.
Now he just hoped that Mag and the others would come quickly.
Hephaestus had to get the Triwizard Cup, otherwise his master's plan would be ruined.
Following the sound of hurried footsteps, Flitwick and Professor McGonagall hurried over.
"This...what the hell is going on."
There was a tremor in Mag's voice, and she quickly squatted down to check on Fleur's condition.
Professor Flitwick also came to Krum's side.
They were relieved to find both of them alive.
The two of them simultaneously turned their gazes towards Hephes.
Hephis briefly explained the matter.
Professor McGonagall gasped and her face turned pale in an instant.
She glared at Krum who was lying on the ground, her voice trembling with anger, "How dare he."
Flitwick was calm.
"Alright Minerva, let's get them out first. The Ministry of Magic is here, let them handle it!"
Mag nodded, "Hephis, leave this to us. Go get the Triwizard Cup. Time is running out."
Hephis didn't insist this time, "Okay, Professor."
He didn't expect that Moody could be so patient, but it didn't matter, the mystery would be revealed sooner or later.
He warned Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, "Be careful of Moody."
Professor McGonagall shuddered slightly at first, then spoke calmly.
"Come on, Hephis, we believe in you."
Hephes turned and walked towards the finish line.
This time he didn't take a detour but went in a straight line.
When he encountered a hedge, he directly used "Life Drain". He was already tired of this maze.
A sphinx, a combination of a lion's body and a woman's head, blocked the way to the trophy.
Her voice was low and hoarse. "You're very close to your goal. The quickest way is to go through me."
Hephis ignored her and directly controlled its shadow, putting it into the small bag he carried with him.
+1 for his zoo.
Hephis soon reached the spot where the Triwizard Cup was placed.
It is emitting an alluring glow.
Hephis did not pick up the Triwizard Cup, but instead observed it carefully for a while.
There was no sign of enchantment on the trophy.
He rubbed his chin.
That's strange, why does Moody want him to pick up the trophy so much?
A black hand appeared and picked up the trophy.
In an instant, the stone platform under the trophy seemed to be awakened, bursting out with dazzling light, illuminating the entire space.
Hephis directly outputs "Iron Armor" to the maximum.
But nothing happened.
No attacks or curses.
The light on the stone platform gradually dimmed.
Hephis was even more confused. What the hell was this?
But when he tried to move, he discovered a problem.
He couldn't move, or rather, he couldn't move.
But in the space where he was, the flow of time became abnormally slow.
Even if he wanted to move his fingers, it would take a long time to do it.
And if it weren't for his keen sense of space, he would almost mistake the black hand flying towards him for being motionless.
At the same time, Harry, who was far away at the other end, was tied under the hedge, and a ray of light quietly bloomed in his pocket.
An indescribable force suddenly grabbed him.
With the whistling sound of wind and the rotation of colorful colors, he disappeared from the spot.
When Harry fell heavily to the ground, something like a button fell out.
The pain woke him up instantly. He struggled to open his eyes, and saw a blurry world before him.
His glasses now sat askew on the bridge of his nose, preventing him from seeing clearly around him.
All he could see was a field of weeds beneath him and a tall tombstone standing not far away.
At this moment, a tall figure wearing a cloak, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, slowly walked towards him.
Although Harry's vision was blurry, from the way the man walked and the position of his arms, he seemed to be holding something.
As the distance shortened, Harry's scar suddenly felt as if it was burned by flames.
This was the most painful thing he had ever experienced in his life, as if his head was about to explode.
With his body tied up, he could only struggle on the ground, trying to relieve his headache.
Just then, Harry was lifted up roughly by a force and thrown next to the tombstone.
It took him a long time before he felt his headache was better.
With the faint light of his wand, he could see the name on the tombstone - Tom Riddle.
Harry looked at the cloaked figure again, "Who are you?"
The cloaked figure made no reply, but simply waved his wand, and Harry was silenced.
Then he carefully put down the bag in his hand, turned around and disappeared into the night.
Harry tried to find any trace of the cloaked figure, but he could not see the scene behind the tombstone.
So he turned his eyes to the bundle.
There seemed to be a baby wrapped inside, twisting and turning restlessly.
Harry's eyes met his own and his scar stung again.
A giant python swam over silently and slowly circled around the tombstone.
