Chapter 321 The game is over
After hearing Harry's proposal to tie for the championship, Cedric came back to his senses after a long time, staring blankly at the sincere Harry:
"You really intend to do this?"
"Of course, we got here by helping each other."
"I cannot accept this trophy being mine alone. Let's lift it together!"
Cedric didn't move, just kept looking at Harry.
Soon, he smiled brilliantly and looked at Harry with gratitude:
"As long as you don't mind, come on."
Just as Cedric agreed, all the audience stood up and applauded the idea of 'friendship first, competition second'.
They didn't notice that Harry was the only one being broadcasted by the spirit bird.
The other three spirit birds had turned into streams of light and silently merged into Cedric's body and hid.
After Harry and Cedric discussed it, they each put their hands on the handle of the trophy.
Before the two could make any move, their bodies twisted and disappeared on the spot.
All that was left was a base holding the trophy and a few spider legs not far away.
"What's going on? Any other projects?"
"What about people?"
"The trophy is a portkey?"
……
Just when all the audience were confused, noisy and clamoring, Wright quietly left the audience.
And with the help of the connection of the spirit bird hidden in Cedric's body, the space moved to where they are now.
But Wright did not show his head, instead he used the nightmare black fog to cover himself.
He also summoned a spirit bird from Cedric's body to continue broadcasting to the professors and students of Hogwarts.
Just as the referee was arguing over where Cedric and Harry should go, the aerial scene resumed.
When everyone saw the content of the picture clearly, they couldn't help but gasp.
The mountains surrounding the castle are no longer visible in the picture.
The whole space there was dark, and one could even see dilapidated tombstones and overgrown cemeteries.
Careful viewers may also notice that there is an exquisite old house not far away, as well as yew trees and a small church further away.
It was obvious that this place definitely did not belong to the Hogwarts area.
Just as the audience was guessing where the place in the picture was, Cedric's voice was heard from the picture:
"Harry! Has anyone ever told you that this cup is a Portkey?"
"No! Is this part of the game?"
Harry took in the scene around him, hoping against hope for Cedric's approval.
"I have no idea!"
"But I guess this isn't part of the game. Maybe we should prepare to fight."
Cedric threw the trophy down, pulled out his wand, and kept looking around, his voice a little nervous.
"I guess so!"
Harry knew something was wrong, so he didn't act like an extra in a third-rate horror movie and drew his wand to be on guard.
Just as the two were on guard, the audience who saw their actions became agitated.
Some thought it was an extra competition event, others thought it was an extra game because the championship does not allow two first places.
There were also some sharp-eyed students who, after noticing the panicked referees and professors, realized that things were not that simple.
Just as everyone was staring at the image projected by the spirit bird.
In the darkness, a figure slowly approached from a distance, passing by the graves one by one and getting closer.
Even with the high-definition projection of the spirit bird, the audience could not clearly see the visitor's face, which was obscured by the night and the hood.
But judging from the man's careful steps and the position of his arms, he seemed to be holding something.
As the distance continued to shrink, everyone who was paying attention could see that the person was holding something that seemed to be a baby.
Harry and Cedric looked at each other in confusion, then stared vigilantly at the approaching figure.
The man stopped in front of a tombstone and stood ten meters away from them.
Before Harry and Cedric could ask the purpose of the visitor, a cold voice came:
"Kill those who are in the way!"
As soon as the command was spoken, a sharp shout tore through everyone's psychological defenses:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The pale green light illuminated the dark night sky and hit Cedric in front of the horrified and desperate gazes of the audience and Harry.
"Oh!"
After a slight sound, he was seen lying on the ground with his limbs stretched out, his eyes staring blankly, as if he was already dead...
"what!!!!!"
"How could it be, the killing curse..."
"Cedric!"
"my child……"
"what!!!!!"
……
As Cedric died, the audience who saw this scene screamed at the same time.
The terrifying sound waves from the people seemed to be able to tear apart the thick clouds in the sky.
In this extreme chaos, no one paid attention to the image projected by the spirit bird anymore.
Seeing Cedric's eyes that had lost all their light, Harry could no longer remain vigilant and stood still.
Just when his brain was about to crash due to the overwhelming amount of information.
The dwarf in black robe, who was not far away, had put down what he was holding in his arms and approached quickly.
After reaching the dazed Harry, the dwarf grabbed him and dragged him towards the marble tombstone.
Harry was dragged away unconsciously until he was pushed and thrown hard in front of the tombstone.
The violent impact and severe pain on his back brought him back to his senses after his brain had stopped working.
The dwarf in the cloak had used his wand to create a rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone.
Harry reacted and felt the rope tightening, and began to struggle frantically.
While struggling, he accidentally saw a bald head of a man in the hood, and a terrible association emerged in his mind:
"Shorty, Death Eater, Bald"
Harry, who had not seen many Death Eaters, immediately had a candidate in mind: "Petiger!"
After knowing who was tying him up, Harry immediately let out a hysterical roar:
"It's you, Pettigrew, why are you here!"
"You should be in Azkaban. How did you escape..."
But Pettigrew showed no intention of responding and simply checked the rope carefully.
When he was sure that Harry was tied up tightly and couldn't move.
Pettigrew took out a worn rag, crumpled it into a ball, and used it to block out the sound of Harry's angry roar.
After doing all this, Pettigrew hurried away as if he had something urgent to do.
Harry, who was tied up and unable to move, stared at Pettigrew's receding back.
After roaring a few times, he took deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.
Following the actual combat drills Wright had taught him, he kept scanning the surroundings, trying to find a way out of the dilemma.
