It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 338 Tom Riddle, Voldemort, You-Know-Who

"I won?" Cedric looked at Harry with a confused face, "What do you mean?"

Harry seemed to have finally given up trying to find something similar to "ambush" from this clearing, he shrugged and said to Cedric.

"It literally means, well, go pick up that trophy, Diggory, your last battle was brilliant, and you are fully qualified to receive this honor."

After listening to Harry's words, Cedric didn't have the slightest bit of joy on his face, instead his expression turned ugly.

"Are you giving me alms! You are the one who is more capable of winning the championship now! Why give it to me!"

Harry had a headache. He didn't know how to explain it to Cedric. After all, the Triwizard Tournament wasn't over until no one got the trophy. The magic contract made at the beginning was still in effect, so he couldn't Speak more clearly.

"It's not charity, and it's not looking down on you. It's just that you are more suitable. After you pick up the trophy, I'll make it clear to you..."

Cedric stared at him, unmoved.

"I can accept that we lift the trophy together, but I can't accept a champion who comes at a handout! If you really agree with me, Harry, then let's lift this trophy together!"

He looked very persistent, and Harry had no other choice but to choose to compromise first, do what he said, and solve the follow-up problems after picking up the trophy.

Cedric limped up to the Triwizard Cup with Harry, his face full of excitement.

Just like what Harry said, he really deserved to be the champion of this competition, and the same is true for Harry under normal circumstances, it's just that the situation is special now.

Compared with Cedric, Harry was obviously a little absent-minded. His eyes didn't even focus on the golden trophy, but he was thinking about other thought-provoking issues.

"I'll count to three, two and one, and we'll lift it up together." Cedric said solemnly.

Harry nodded, and Cedric began counting down.

"Three, two, one!"

The two reached out and touched the trophy together.

However, before they could use their strength to lift the trophy from the stone pier, they were pulled away in one direction by a huge pulling force, as if their navels had been hooked!

The surrounding scenery changed countless times in an instant, and when Harry and Cedric stopped again, they had arrived at a position that definitely did not belong to the Hogwarts campus!
These are like a half-hillside, and Harry and Cedric are standing on a cemetery at this time.

Cedric looked around nervously.

"Where are we?"

Harry didn't answer him immediately, but stared at the Triwizard Cup that had temporarily lost the effect of the Portkey, with a dazed look on his face.

"I see, no wonder, no wonder he cares so much about Harry's grades!"

Cedric swallowed, he felt that everything around him was so wrong!
This cemetery is not right, this strange night wind is not right, even Harry who was brought here with him revealed that everything is wrong!

"You, you're not Harry!"

Harry didn't answer his question aloud, but stared at a short figure slowly walking out in the night not far away.

Is that a wizard in a black robe with a baby in his chest?Or a bag of clothes?
Seeing the person coming, Harry silently put his hand into his sleeve, and his eyes were fixed on the figure standing still six feet away from them.

There was a pain on his left arm like a hot iron!
The burning sensation is so strong that I have never experienced it before!
"Let go of what you're holding... Nagini! Grab another boy!"

A sharp and cold voice seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly sounded from the swaddle in the arms of the black-robed wizard!
"Harry", whose body shape was gradually changing, suddenly felt that within his own domain, a huge creature broke in, and the position was right behind him!

Dumbledore's high-end transfiguration failed. At this time, Sherlock, who had changed back to his original form, didn't care about the feather held by his right hand, but suddenly stretched out his left hand, trying to grab Cedric, who was one body behind him. Grab yourself to the side!
However, he grabbed Cedric's sleeve, and the huge python Nagini that suddenly rushed from behind had completely wrapped Cedric around!

Sherlock's strong pull, only tore off a part of his cuff!
"So it's you... Sherlock Forrest! Let go of what you're holding! Otherwise the boy will die!"

The cold voice sounded again, and Cedric, who was controlled by Nagini, could not move at all, and only one head was exposed from the whole body, looking at Sherlock in shock.

"Professor Forrest!"

"Do not be afraid."

Sherlock said softly, his eyes fixed on the swaddling baby in the arms of the black-robed wizard, and the thing he had been holding in his right hand was not hidden anymore, it was exposed from the cuff.

It was a golden-red feather, as if it had been plucked from a tool bird in the principal's office.

At this time, a swishing sound came from the sky.

Countless wizards wearing black robes and iron masks that have spread fear to the entire magic world for more than ten years floated above the black-robed man on a broomstick.

Everyone raised their own wands, condescendingly aimed at Sherlock and Cedric who was entangled by Nagini!

"Put down what you're holding, Sherlock! Do you want to watch your students die in front of you!"

The cold and sharp voice sounded again, and with his words, Nagini's entangled body tightened obviously.

Cedric's breathing became more rapid, but he still insisted on not saying a word, let alone asked Sherlock to save him.

Sherlock was also unmoved, he said indifferently.

"Let go? I'm letting go now, we're both going to die here, you let your pet let go of my student first, and I promise to throw away what's in my hands."

"You dare to negotiate with me! You know who I am!"

"Tom Riddle, Voldemort, You-Know-Who, do you have any other names?"

When Sherlock uttered the name of the person who was so fragile that he could only curl up in the swaddling baby, the air on the entire hillside seemed to fall into a silence.

The Death Eaters who were riding on broomsticks and pointed their wands at Sherlock all held their breath until Voldemort's icy voice sounded slowly.

"You know it all? So, what do you see?"

(End of this chapter)