Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The golden Triwizard Tournament trophy exudes an attractive luster on the ground.

Augustus was only one step away from the trophy, and he could win the supreme honor in the eyes of others by gently stretching out his hand. However, Augustus just looked at it with a frown and did not move at all.

"Portkey? When will the trophy still have such a function?" Augustus touched his chin and said to himself, "Could it be passed to the next place to continue to pass the customs, but what about other warriors? That's clearly unreasonable."

He stretched out his wand and performed a slight prophecy spell of trajectory detection. The result was very vague, showing that the location was still in England, but it was quite far away.

"Could it be that today is April Fool's Day, and this competition is just a joke? Impossible, what went wrong?" Augustus was thinking in his silver pupils. For a mage, the unknown is definitely The most dangerous thing is to act rashly if you don't know anything. This kind of person can't survive the apprenticeship stage.

"Finally arrived!" A strange voice sounded behind Augustus, Augustus turned around, and Krum ran towards him panting.

Augustus nodded to Krum, "Good evening."

Krum smiled calmly, "Mr. Augustus, I'm here to inform you, don't touch that trophy. I just learned that the trophy placed by the referee team was accidentally attached with a portal key transmission." Magic, now the game has been temporarily suspended, and the official decision is to restart the game the day after tomorrow."

Augustus nodded slightly, "You came in time, and I only discovered the abnormality of this trophy."

Turning around and continuing to look at the golden trophy, Augustus said casually, "So, should the referee team notify the participating warriors through the magic loudspeaker? Why is there no movement yet?"

Krum approached Augustus slightly, and stopped about a foot away. A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Don't worry, just wait patiently, and there will be results."

"Avada Kedavra!" A green light flashed out, and within a short distance, the green light piercing the night hit the black robe behind Augustus.

"Hehe, so what can a young genius, heir to an ancient family, be buried in my hands in the end, the scum of a decadent nobleman, this world will eventually be reformed and replaced with a new one." With a deep smile.

"You're really naive." Augustus sighed slightly, and slowly turned around under Krum's unbelievable eyes. "If you don't see such an obvious flaw in the Imperius Curse, maybe my enemy will wake up laughing from his dream."

The expression on Krum's face gradually calmed down. He raised his wand and released a blue firework against the dark maze behind him, then he lost control and passed out.

Augustus touched Krum who fell to the ground with his wand, and a white hexagram appeared around Krum. He read the phrase slightly, and the light of the hexagram shone brightly. The next moment, in midair, Barty Claw Odd letters flashed in the air.

Tracing back the curse, a fourth-level occult science, used to detect the caster of a spell on the casted body.

Looking at the letters flashing in the air, Augustus folded his hands, with complicated expressions in his eyes. From this point of view, everything that happened tonight, and even the fact that Harry's name was thrown into the Goblet of Fire, was not a coincidence. Up to now, I have to say, I have exhausted my mind.

Just as he was considering whether to send a signal to Dumbledore and the others to come over, out of the corner of his eye, a thin figure was only a few steps away from the trophy unknowingly.

"Wait!" Augustus yelled at Potter, "There's something wrong with that trophy!"

Harry's eyes moved to the trophy.In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself walking out of the maze holding it.He held the top three cup aloft, the crowd cheered in his ears; he saw Qiu's face glowing with admiration, clearer than ever...

If there is a problem, only ghosts believe that after today, Qiu will know that I am the real warrior of Hogwarts, so-called nobles, go to hell!Before Augustus could raise his wand, Harry reached out and gripped the Triwizard trophy tightly.

Suddenly Harry felt as though he had been pulled at the back of his navel.His legs left the ground, but he couldn't let go of the Triwizard Cup, which dragged him forward amidst howling winds and swirling colors.

A rare trace of anger appeared on Augustus's face. A moment of carelessness actually led to the development of the matter in an irreversible direction. Fortunately, he did some manipulations to the Triwizard Cup before.

With a light wave of the magic wand, the body gradually became transparent. The next moment, a breeze hit, and Augustus stepped on the void and gradually rose to the sky. On the indigo sky, a huge tower in the cloud stood out of nowhere and floated into the tower. The central console sent a few commands, and the huge Ziyaoyun central tower started to drive towards a certain direction of England at full speed.

Somewhere in the suburbs of England, Yang Fan and his five galloped with all their might on five pure white unicorns. "The mission just released reminds you to protect Harry back to Hogwarts with all your strength. If you only talk about the development of the plot, Harry will definitely return safely in the end. Now that the mission is like this, it is obvious that the variable lies in the Nordic team joining Voldemort's camp. This time The task is a matter of life and death, and I hope you all do your best." Yang Fan had a worried look on his face, this time, not only would he have to face the world-class boss Voldemort, but he would also have to confront Nordic, who was said to be stronger than the demon squad. Life and death are unpredictable. Joining Dumbledore's camp is really the biggest failure in history. If Augustus had chosen the neutral camp, I am afraid that he would be able to pass this world quest with soy sauce. Unfortunately, the main god space has never No regret medicine sold.

Harry felt his feet hit the ground, his injured leg gave way, and he fell to the ground, finally letting go of the Triwizard Cup.He looks up.

It was completely outside the boundaries of Hogwarts, and he had apparently flown miles—perhaps hundreds, because not even the hills surrounding the castle had disappeared.Standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery, he could see the black silhouette of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right.On the left is a hill.Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

A short man in a cloak ambled with a bundle, and by his side stood three well-dressed figures.The short man put down the package and drew out his wand. A loop of rope appeared out of thin air, easily binding Harry.

There was a look of fear on Potter's face, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his voice trembled, "Where is this? Who are you?"

The short man let out a weird sneer, "Welcome to hell."