Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 270: Awakening and doubts
Harry woke up from his drowsiness, the smell of disinfectant penetrated his nose, causing him to sneez, opened his eyes, and the white ceiling immediately caught his eye.
"Professor Dumbledore!" The first thing he woke up was to speak, only to find that his throat seemed to be stuck, making no sound.
"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey immediately took a look when she saw it, then turned and walked away, and began to dispense the potion in front of a table.
Harry lay flat on the bed and watched Madam Pomfrey's movements. He added the potion to the cauldron. It was bubbling and bubbling, which was different from the usual bitter and pungent taste. Today's taste is still a bit sweet He Yiren, I even want people to take a few more breaths.
"Your throat may have been hurt. I don't know if it was scratched by gravel or something. You may be unable to speak for a while." Madam Pomfrey said to Harry, and Harry stopped talking. Thoughts.
"Drink it, you will feel better." Madam Pomfrey helped Harry out of the bed. "By the way, congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament. Your friends have watched it before. How about you, a few boys and a girl."
Harry knew that Mrs. Pomfrey was talking about Hermione and Ron, and there should be some of his roommates.
"Oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore said that if you wake up, I will go and notify him immediately. You stay here and don't move, I will be back soon." Mrs. Lei walked away quickly.
Harry has time to organize his thoughts now.
Is his experience an illusion?
No, the Goblet of Fire is now quietly placed next to his bedside table and can be reached by reaching out.
The body of the cup seems to have been cleaned, wiped brightly, and shining in the sunlight coming in through the window, reflecting in his eyes.
"Does everyone know that Voldemort is resurrected?"
Harry couldn't help but think of it, but he overturned the speculation, looking at Madam Pomfrey's appearance, it seemed that he still didn't know anything about it.
Harry still remembered the reaction of teachers and students a long time ago when someone accidentally said Voldemort's name. If they really knew that Voldemort was back, it would definitely not be what it is now.
Mrs. Pomfrey is still very ordinary.
Dumbledore should have kept this matter secret.
The tall old man pushed open the door, and he was the only one who came in, and Madam Pomfrey seemed to have stopped outside the threshold.
"I have something to talk to Harry alone, okay?" The old man's voice came over.
"Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Harry saw the white nurse's hat sway, and he guessed she nodded.
Dumbledore walked straight to Harry's side, transformed a chair from behind him, and did it.
"Professor!" Harry struggled to stand up, but felt that his bones were falling apart, and he would feel painful when he moved.
"Lie down, Harry." Dumbledore stared at Harry with his azure blue eyes, and a sense of relief came from his heart. It seemed that Voldemort's problem was no longer so urgent.
"Well... this is a tedious task. It may take a long time to start from the beginning. Before that, I will first apologize to you, Harry."
"Restore as before!" Dumbledore's curse rang like a bell, and he pointed his wand at Harry's throat.
A white and gentle light flashed, and Harry found that the blockage in his throat disappeared.
"Your throat is not injured, and you can speak normally. These are just some small hands and feet that I moved-because I hope you can keep what you see temporarily."
"Okay, Professor." Harry temporarily put aside his thoughts about asking Dumbledore's reason, and replied obediently. No matter how doubtful he was, he could only temporarily suppress his cat-scratching mood.
Dumbledore suddenly raised his wand again at this time, raised it above his head, and tapped around the room a few times.
"Well, our conversation still needs to be kept confidential." Dumbledore said.
"Voldemort is reborn. What you experienced in the Top Three Cup is not an illusion, nor an accident, but a conspiracy against you."
"I also know now, "Moody", the professor should have provided you a lot of help in the game, right? Harry?"
"Yes...yes, Professor." Harry stammered in response, and it was uncomfortable for him to be known about the cheating.
However, Dumbledore did not entangle on this, but continued.
"Then you know the result. He didn't want to put you to death, or put you to death in the game, but wanted you to "win" and get the Goblet of Fire-that is, the door key. Oh, yes, that Professor Moody is also a fake"
"Why does he have to spend so much time and effort?" Harry asked, and at the same time he was afraid: "Mad-Eye Moody is a fake?"
"The only thing I could know not long ago is that they have a conspiracy that needs to be used on you. It is probably related to the resurrection of Voldemort himself. He may be superstitious-where to destroy and where to be reborn. Of course , These are my speculations, what the truth is, I don’t know."
"Shortly before the start of the third event, the counterfeit showed off his feet in a detail, so we finally caught him and used Veritaserum on him, and he confessed all of this. ."
"Unfortunately, we only know that the plan is related to you, and we did not press the question of the exit key, otherwise I will not let this game continue, because it is not only your safety, but the other three The warrior may also die as a result"
"The counterfeit came to his senses when he was about to reveal the relevant information. Perhaps his loyalty to Voldemort overwhelmed the effectiveness of Veritaserum, or the dose of Veritaserum itself was not enough. In short, we did not I didn't know their final plan, only the hiding place where Voldemort chose to resurrect."
"He committed suicide immediately after waking up. I didn't have time to stop it." Dumbledore shook his head.
"I thought he would choose to take you away, but I didn't expect him to choose the method of transforming the goblet of fire into a door key."
"I can only go to the position that Little Crouch said by myself-Little Hangleton. After all, even if it is me, there is no reason to interrupt the game and command the Auror without any proof."
"I can't understand what happened afterwards. Voldemort regained his body before you were teleported to this location by the door key. I appeared to fight with him, and then your appearance was disrupted. My plan, I know their real purpose."
"Has his plan failed?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Perhaps." Dumbledore's voice was a little dry. "At least you are safe, aren't you? Harry."
"I was the one who held you back." Harry said reproachfully.
"No, you have done a good job, showing the courage and wisdom of a Gryffindor." Dumbledore praised.
"What about this?" Harry asked tentatively.
"I will tell you at the right time, maybe there will be other things that need to be solved together, and before that, I hope you can keep it secret, promise me, okay? Harry?" Dumbledore Sincerely request.
"Okay, Professor." Harry replied
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The Triwizard Tournament came to an end. The result of the game was unexpected, but it seemed reasonable. No one knows where the long river of fate will flow after a mischievous turn.
For this result, some are happy and some are sad.
In a few days, it will be the awards ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament. The students of Gryffindor are waiting eagerly,
Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament and won honors for their Academy. Gryffindor's Academy Cup is almost firmly in hand.
He was soon discharged from the hospital. He didn't have any serious injuries, at most skin injuries, and at most he was recuperating for a few days.
"Really, I really admire you so much, Harry." Ron said heartily by the table, happy for his friend.
That night, in Gryffindor’s lounge, they were holding a celebration party for Harry’s victory. All kinds of snacks were piled up on the table, whether it was on the ceiling, Still on the surface of the fireplace, all covered with scarlet ribbons, the Weasley brothers happily held their cups full of Butterbeer, circled Harry, laughing and playing.
"I would prefer to know how you won and how did you pass the many levels? Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry with some confusion, not seeming to be happy for Harry's victory, or She said that she couldn't do it until her doubts were answered.
Hermione thinks all this is abnormal.
First, Fleur and Krum were out of the game one after another. They seemed to encounter irresistible difficulties, or to say that they had set up barriers for their respective weaknesses.
Failure is acceptable, but such a rapid defeat makes her very incomprehensible.
They performed equally well in the first two projects. Why did the third project fail as quickly as it was targeted?
Maybe only Dumbledore can answer this question. Those weird roads are naturally to protect them and to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan.
No one would know what Voldemort would do if the "medicine" was not there. No one would know that even Dumbledore would not be able to rescue. Naturally, it is understandable to do so. Of course the kind-hearted principal would not. Will allow this sacrifice.
Then it was Malfoy. He appeared at the entrance of the labyrinth. When everyone thought he had won the championship, he realized that he had made a resignation statement. According to the reason he gave, he had met It was an insurmountable difficulty, but from his face, there was no trace of frustration caused by being stumped.
This is even more abnormal. When the students around her started cheering for Harry in advance, she was lost in thought.
If you had known that it was too easy, you would be suspicious, maybe Malfoy would stay in there for more time and make himself a little bit embarrassed.
At that time, only Harry was left in the labyrinth, and no one competed with him. In other words, as long as he could persevere, he would be able to win the championship.
She doesn't like to pour cold water on others, but during Harry's competition, he was really lucky all the way along the way. Fortunately, it was frightening.
It seems like there is a pusher helping him in Mingming.
The first project he got the information from Hagrid. She firmly believed that Hagrid would not harm Harry. If it was used by others, the warriors from several other schools were clearly prepared. This doubt can be temporarily eliminated, but the doubts of the next few projects can really not be ignored.
Before the second project, Harry also didn't know where he got the information about the game, and he was very sure. His absolute trust in that person made Hermione suspicious.
In addition to the accident involving Mr. Crouch in the middle, this is the most suspicious point. Since the end of the first project, the high-ranking official from the Ministry of Magic seems to have evaporated. Ron's older brother Percy took care of it, and he didn't show up again. After that, some clues were finally generated, which made the truth even more confusing.
There is also a third item, and the most confusing is the way Harry got out of the maze.
It's like a door key. It fell from the sky. She experienced the feeling of turning around when she went to watch the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasley family during the holiday, because it was the first time to use the door key~IndoMTL. com~ She seemed extremely uncomfortable with Harry at the time, so she was deeply impressed.
And why did Harry fall into a coma after getting the Goblet of Fire, and then did he encounter any unknowable danger?
Because of the game, Hermione suppressed her curiosity and tried to avoid interfering with Harry's game.
But now I have to ask.
She is preparing to find the truth bit by bit. Hermione now has enough thoughts to deal with these things. After all, the final exam is now over.
"Um...this." Harry was speechless.
"Yes, tell me about your experience, I guess it must be quite thrilling, and we are also very curious!" The surrounding students started to booze, they were also full of curiosity about what happened in the maze, and hoped to hear Harry passed through the story of the general.
"Could it be another day?" Harry said unassumingly. He promised Dumbledore not to disclose a little information about the competition process of the third event.
"Oh, okay." The other students looked at Harry with disappointment, and Hermione frowned.
"Yes, let's talk about it another day." Or Ron came out to complete the game. "When celebrating, it is to party and forget everything, right?"
"Well, we don't spend much time together. If you are interested, please ask in private." The Weasley brothers said in unison.
So the Gryffindor students quickly plunged into a warm atmosphere.
Harry's excuses made Hermione feel more uneasy.
Harry felt that the way Hermione stared at him made him a little hairy, but he couldn't tell her at all.
Keeping secrets is really a painful thing. He now only hopes that Dumbledore can make the truth public as much as possible so that he doesn't have to endure this kind of "torture" anymore.