Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 268: Follow up

"Go to Mrs. Pomfrey, this warrior is injured!"

Harry dumbly heard all kinds of exclamation and noisy sounds around his ears. He tried to open his eyelids, but found that it was heavy and scary, and then fell asleep again.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Ron yelled anxiously around Harry.

"I'm here." Dumbledore appeared behind the crowd with his hands folded, and the rest of them immediately made way for him.

"Harry needs a rest. Move him to the infirmary first, Mrs. Pomfrey."

The head nurse nodded.

The messy venue was quiet at this time.

It was only then that people discovered that Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang on the referee's bench, had also disappeared.

In the Triwizard Tournament, the two principals disappeared together for a while. What happened?

People don't know.

Maybe they just happened to have eaten their stomachs and went to the toilet. Look, didn't Dumbledore come back right after the game?

"Are you all right? Draco." Pansy asked with concern. "At this time, Malfoy has sat back in the audience, sitting with Pansy and his parents.

Not long ago, he himself slowly walked out of the maze, and when he saw that he had nothing in his hand, the Gryffindor students immediately stood up and cheered.

His face was a little pale, and Pansy felt that he was depressed because he lost the championship.

"He was just lucky." Pansy said comfortingly.

"Yes, "his" luck" is really good" Malfoy murmured. He saw Dumbledore shook his head slightly in his direction just now. Those eyes were full of fatigue, why? It doesn’t look like the plan was successful.

"Baby. Being safe and sound is the best ending. You see, none of the other three have suffered any injuries." Narcissa was also comforting her son, but she didn't know she was comforting her in the wrong direction.

"Mom, I'm fine, but I feel a little sleepy." Malfoy held his forehead, making a look of sleepiness.

"Then go back and rest." Narcissa said affectionately.

Beside Boothbarton’s camp, Fleur still looked at what was happening in front of him in confusion.

That's how Harry Potter got the Goblet of Fire?

She didn't believe that Malfoy, who had always been so good at it, would lose to the savior who had no name.

When Malfoy appeared at the exit of the maze, Fleur thought that the champion had already been decided, but what he didn't expect to hear was Malfoy's decision to abandon the game.

There is no shadow of the goblet of fire in his hand.

"It seems that our warrior has really encountered a lot of problems in the maze." Ludo Bagman at the time was like a concubine, but he still had to restrain his mood and said forcefully, his voice was somewhat Trembling, but no one noticed it.

"Next, let us wait quietly for the return of the last warrior. Can Mr. Harry Potter from Hogwarts perform a miracle and become the champion of this game? Or this time Will there be a champion in the Finals Cup? Let us wait and see." Bagman's voice echoed over the arena.

After a while, everyone on the scene saw Harry suddenly appear in the middle of the grass, face down, but he could vaguely see a cup-shaped object in his hand.

"The Potter Warrior from Hogwarts is now back in our sight! It looks like he won the game!" Bagman said loudly.

The Gryffindor around the auditorium began to cheer loudly again, as if it could rush into the sky.

"It seems that this warrior has suffered some injuries. The medical staff will treat him soon. We may soon know the ins and outs of this game."

"Congratulations, Dumbledore." Mrs. Maxim was reluctant, but she thanked Dumbledore very gracefully.

"Thank you, Mrs. Maxim." Dumbledore nodded in response when he returned to the referee's bench, but he did not see the slightest pride of his students on his face, but rather It became heavier and heavier.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" A figure stumbled over from a short distance, and fell a few times in the process of going up the steps, making his face dirty, his dress dusty, his face A few pieces of skin were even scratched on the top.

"Kakaroff?" Mrs. Maxim frowned and looked at the man in front of her. She had never liked this man before, and now she is even more unhappy after making such a demeanor.

"That person! That person! He really came back! He really came back to Dumbledore, you must save me!" Karkaroff leaned in front of Dumbledore, shivering. Grabbing Dumbledore's long arms, he said in horror.

"Which person?" Mrs. Maxim asked curiously, and then suddenly remembered that the three of them had exchanged briefly before and talked about something.

"Dumbledore, who is he talking about, is that person?" After Mrs. Maxim finished her question, her generous lips were tightened, her eyes narrowed, as if thinking of something terrifying. general.

Shortly after Fleur and Krum retired.

"His." Karkaroff on the referee's bench took a breath, and he felt his arm start to exude an amazing scorching sensation again, burning his nerves.

But physical pain is secondary. What makes him desperate the most is the fear in his heart, the fear of waiting, the fear of hesitation.

The pain this time was stronger than ever before. An endless sense of fear surged from his heart, and a voice in his heart told him: "That person has really returned, are you going?"

But if he did go and listened to that person's call, he would be an out-and-out stupid, leaving his life there, and perhaps enduring endless torture in order to be liberated.

"Yes, we can have a good talk tonight. The time was short last time. I also know that I may not convince you completely, but today..."

"I believe it, I believe it!" Karkaroff's curly goatee has become messy, his pupils contracted, and his hands clung to Dumbledore, interrupting Dumbledore's next words. As if he was the real life-saving straw. ,

He feels that he is really stupid~IndoMTL.com~ Forgetting Dumbledore’s advice for the Tri-final Cup before.

People, when you don’t really face danger, you don’t have a sense of urgency.

The meeting of the three principals a year ago was still fresh in his memory at the time, because he felt that he himself was shy in front of Dumbledore and was quite embarrassing.

Under the influence of Dumbledore's inductive magic, he realized the seriousness of the problem at that time, but then quickly forgot it.

So that in the Goblet of Fire, I didn't care about my image and used all kinds of tricks.

In this situation, it wasn't until the game progressed halfway through that the Dark Mark on his body began to ache, and he did not converge, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter, and even privately found Snape to verify his conjecture.

Until today, his long-lost master summoned them, and the dark mark on his arm was burning and tender to his nerves, and he truly believed what Dumbledore said a year ago.

That's really not alarmist.