Chapter 243: Hephes’ Fault Again
"Let us once again give the warriors our warmest applause and cheers."
Buckman's words triggered another round of applause and cheers, surging like a tide.
"Mr. Krum was too injured to take the stage. But his absence only served to highlight the courage of the brave.
Miss Delacour is touching with her tenacity and wisdom.
And Mr. Porter, as the youngest contestant of this year, not only made it to the end, but was also so close to the championship.
You are all the pride of your respective schools.”
As Bachman finished his words, the audience burst into thunderous applause.
The warriors also waved to the audience to express their gratitude.
Buckman's tone was filled with uncontrollable excitement.
"But tonight, a warrior, with wisdom, courage, and sheer strength,
With amazing results of full marks in all three challenges, he not only conquered the competition, but also conquered everyone's hearts. He is..."
At this point, Buckman paused deliberately.
The whole audience fell silent, waiting for the name.
"He is Mr. Hephis Dumm from Hogwarts!"
The entire stadium seemed to be on fire, and the name of Hephes Dam echoed in the night sky.
The audience clapped and cheered wildly, and some were even moved to tears.
"Now please welcome Minister Cornelius Fudge to present the awards."
Fudge walked up to the podium, shook hands with Hefeth and congratulated him with a warm smile.
"Congratulations, Hephis, this is your glorious moment."
He handed the heavy championship trophy and the bag full of gold coins to Hephes.
Hefeth smiled back politely and waved to the audience.
The reporter pressed the shutter button frantically, and afterimages appeared on his fingers, as if Kato was possessed.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of salutes rang out, and colorful lights cut through the night sky, eventually turning into starlight, falling from the sky.
The three-way competition came to a successful conclusion.
It was not until late at night that Hephes finally escaped from the enthusiastic crowd.
His robe was now full of wrinkles and had many red marks on it.
Those enthusiastic female audiences took advantage of him quite a bit just now.
But what could he do? He couldn't do anything to them, so he could only endure it.
Snape saw him return to the castle and waved to him.
"Professor." Hephis walked over.
"Hephis, congratulations." Snape patted his shoulder, his face full of approval and relief.
"This is a sure thing." Hephis's lips curled up slightly.
"It's truly well-deserved." A rare smile appeared on Snape's face.
He changed the subject, "We have to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office. We are waiting for you there."
Hephis nodded. The game was over, but things still needed to be figured out.
Snape waved his wand and cast a blinding spell.
He simply recounted what he had learned.
"The fake Moody and the fake Krum have been caught and are now in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Moody was impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr., who had been impersonating Moody for a year using Polyjuice Potion.
And he did all this. He used a powerful Confounding Charm to confuse the Goblet of Fire and allowed Potter to participate in the Triwizard Tournament as a student of the fourth school.
The magic circle in the maze and the door key on Potter were all set up by him.
As for the fake Krum, Walker Evans, he was just a poor fellow who was deceived by him."
"It's such a hassle." Hephis complained.
As soon as they entered the office, they saw it was full of people.
Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Percy and Harry were all there, and the atmosphere was very solemn.
There was also a man with pale skin, some freckles, and messy light yellow hair, who was tied to a chair.
I guess this person is Barty Crouch Jr.
As soon as Hephis appeared, Crouch's eyes were fixed on him.
He greeted the professors first, then looked at Crouch.
"It looks like you have something to say to me."
"Yes, I want to thank you."
Crouch licked his lips quickly with his tongue and a perverted smile appeared on his face.
"Oh? Tell me about it." Hephis showed some interest.
"Haha! You must have killed my father, old Barty!" Crouch revealed a trace of morbid pleasure.
"You don't have to deny it. He participated in the plan to kill you, but he disappeared within a few days."
"Please continue." Hephis became even more curious.
"I must thank you, thank you for killing him for me and saving me."
Crouch's eyes flickered, as if he was lost in memories.
"I was imprisoned in Azkaban, living in darkness until my mother rescued me.
She knew she was dying, so she begged my father to get me out, and he finally agreed.
They used Polyjuice Potion and switched identities with my mother, allowing me to escape.
My mother even remembered to drink Polyjuice Potion before she died. She was buried there forever as if she were me.
Then I was always under the Imperius Curse by my father.
It was not until over a year ago that I was freed from the Imperius Curse."
Having said that, Crouch suddenly looked up and licked his lips quickly again.
"You killed my father, gave me my freedom, and gave me the opportunity to find my master and help him revive."
The smile on his face gradually turned ferocious. "Hephis Dam, tell me, should I thank you properly?"
Others also looked at Hephis with strange eyes.
It turns out this is all your fault!
Hephis smiled faintly, "Then congratulations, Crouch, your wish has finally come true, Voldemort has indeed been resurrected."
The smile on Crouch's face turned into something... happy?
"But he escaped. I beat him away in a few seconds."
There was a hint of teasing in Hephis's tone.
"You are talking nonsense! My master is so powerful, how could it be possible..."
Crouch struggled angrily, as if he was going to rush forward and give Heffies a "big bite".
"Look at this, Crouch. The master you serve wholeheartedly, he doesn't even have the guts to come back and save you."
Hephis continued to speak word by word, "He...abandoned...you."
“Impossible, my Lord, he is like a father to me.
How could he, he must not know I was caught, or he is waiting for an opportunity. "Crouch roared.
"Want to try it? How about a public execution?
See if your beloved 'father' dares to come and rescue you." Hephes mocked.
"Master, he..." Crouch's body suddenly stiffened, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
"See! You don't believe it yourself."
Hephis turned to Dumbledore, "Professor, anything else?"
"Hephis, is the mysterious man indeed resurrected?"
Professor McGonagall had heard this news repeatedly.
But she still wanted to confirm with Hephis.
