Chapter 334: Comfort and Delay
The Death Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses.
Its reputation is far stronger than the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse. Especially the iconic green beam, which always brings death and fear to those who see it.
Granted, a lot of magic can kill, even if it's just some household magic.
But no matter what, no other magic can bring the sensory effects that the Death Curse can bring to people.
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At the guest of honor table.
Dumbledore stood frozen on the spot, as if he didn't hear Barty Crouch Sr.'s inquiry, and just stared at Harry's figure in the field.
After seeing Snape and Professor McGonagall on the stage, his expression relaxed slightly.
On the other side, Madam Maxim and Karkaroff wisely remained silent. This was someone else's business and it was not their turn to express their opinions.
a long time.
Dumbledore spoke slowly: "The decision of the Goblet of Fire cannot be changed. You should know this very well, Bartemius."
"Yes, I know very well!" Old Barty Crouch took over. He also felt a little pressure from Dumbledore's silence just now.
"I know this, but what I know even more is that the people need an explanation. Although this is just a dragon, there are really a lot of people who saw it."
Old Batty looked around. He didn't know how many people were in the stands, but tomorrow or even this afternoon, the Daily Prophet would probably announce all the news to the public.
If the Ministry of Magic does not provide a solution, the ban on the Unforgivable Curses will be like waste paper and become unbinding.
"Wait until the first game is over! Then Harry and I will go to the Ministry of Magic together, and this matter will be left to the Wizengamot to decide."
Dumbledore's tone was very light, but there was no doubt about it.
"Okay! It's decided then." Old Batty nodded slightly.
Whether it was delay or other reasons, since Dumbledore spoke, he decided to respect it.
Old Batty immediately sat back in his seat and continued to be the referee without saying a word.
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at the same time.
After seeing Harry being taken down by the two professors, Dumbledore spoke again, but this time he used the Amplifying Charm.
"A little accident happened! A warrior used some drastic measures when facing the threat of death!"
Dumbledore's voice covered the entire audience, which greatly comforted all the little wizards.
"...We will handle these matters appropriately, but the competition needs to continue. We look forward to the beautiful Miss Delacour and the heroic Mr. Krum achieving even better results."
Language, in the magical world, really has magic power, or it can be a curse or a prophecy.
But there are still some people, like Dumbledore, who seem to have magical powers even if they are just ordinary words.
Among the little wizards in the stands, many boys thought of Fleur's figure in their minds, and many others also thought of Krum's heroic figure in the Quidditch World Cup.
The turmoil and fear were easily resolved with a few words.
At this time, as an almost professional host, Bagman enlivened the atmosphere:
"The third warrior is invited to come on..."
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Inside the tent.
After hearing Bagman's voice, Fleur stood up nervously.
Although she didn't know what was happening outside, Dumbledore's last explanation was clearly transmitted into the tent.
What unexpected, extreme, or even death threats...
It's okay for Krum. After all, Quidditch is a high-risk profession. If it fails, it is common for someone to be injured or even die.
However, Furong couldn't face it calmly. In essence, she was just an excellent and beautiful girl. How could she go through this.
But no matter what, it is now on the line.
After asking briefly to adjust her mentality, Furong opened the tent and walked out alone.
On the other side, Ino also stood up and turned to Krum.
"I'm going to see what's going on! Come on!"
After a simple greeting, Ino also walked towards the small door from which he came.
Although Dumbledore said it very lightly just now, he always felt that things were not that simple, and the story had been changed beyond recognition.
Moreover, no one knows whether the current Voldemort is the paranoid man he was in the later period or the main soul that possessed Quirrell for a year.
In fact, Voldemort in the later period was okay. After all, in any story, you are not afraid of the villain going crazy, you are afraid that the villain has a brain.
If it was the main soul of the first grade... Ino's mind couldn't help but think of the experience of getting along in the corridor.
Although Voldemort also concealed violence at that time, his rationality existed, and his verbal conversations were equally reasonable.
Things seemed a little confusing. As for the Triwizard Tournament, he didn't have much to care about now.
To be honest, this game is purely the spice of life. The so-called contract of the Goblet of Fire has a bronze lamp that reveals the secrets. If you really want to break it, it is not difficult to work hard.
Thinking about it, Ino had already left the Quidditch pitch and walked towards the school hospital on the second floor of the castle.
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Hogwarts, hospital.
Harry was lying on the hospital bed in a daze. He didn't even know what happened just now.
Vaguely, I felt that I was very angry at that time, and then I directed my anger at the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon.
As for what happened next... Harry looked up and looked around. Professor McGonagall looked worried and sad, and Snape stood in the corner with an expressionless expression.
"It's not a big problem! Or rather, I didn't find any obvious problems. But he needs to rest now. This state is a sign of overdrawing the body. I'll go get him some nourishing medicine first."
Madam Pomfrey came to this conclusion after a careful examination.
"Thank God!" Professor McGonagall's expression eased, and she looked at the bed:
"Harry, you heard it too! Now just rest and don't think about anything! Leave everything to me."
After confirming that Harry was fine, Professor McGonagall turned around and told Snape in the corner:
"Then you stay here and keep an eye on him! I have to fulfill my responsibilities as the vice-president and talk to a few referees!"
After that, Professor McGonagall walked out the door in a swift and decisive manner.
With the departure of Professor McGonagall, only Harry and Snape were left in the huge school hospital. The two of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward for a while.
Harry simply didn't know what to say, and Snape didn't want to talk at all. His mind was full of the last killing curse.
Clean, neat, and fatal, without any drag, and also with an incomparable confidence. It seemed that no matter who was in front of him, he would wait to be killed and killed.
And he had only seen this style in one person.
...
On the hospital bed, Harry didn't know what Snape was thinking.
After a short recovery, he was worried about his results, and didn't know what scores the judges would give in the end.
Time passed quietly in this quiet atmosphere.
And a quarter of an hour after Professor McGonagall left, Ino also came to the school hospital.
"Knock knock!"
Standing at the door and looking at the situation inside, after confirming that it was correct, he gently knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door and walked into the room.
