The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

This time, perhaps for the last time, Crouch made an appearance on behalf of the Ministry of Magic.

In terms of emotion, Mr. Crouch also felt guilty about this. He believed that he directly caused Ms. Jorkins' death; in reason, he would not push this matter to the Ministry of Magic, so he stood up calmly.

Standing in the sun, calmly greeted the questioning and dereliction of duty.

And in Harry's memory about the court trial, after hearing 'Severus Snape', he would always be distracted in Potions class every day, which gave Professor Snape a chance and deducted the mark. Lanffin scored a lot more.

Gryffindor's points are really running out...

"So...Karkaroff went to Professor Snape one after another because of the Dark Lord's mark on his hand?" Hermione sorted out the entangled devil's net, like the intricate cordon in her mind.

In a few days it will be the last game.

"But Principal Dumbledore just said that he is a confused but determined person..."

Snape was the deepest undercover during the Wizarding Wars, but he stopped supporting Voldemort halfway through, but Dumbledore didn't explain the reason, just said lightly, "That's my agreement with him".

The weather had gradually turned hot and it was June, and Karkaroff did not look for Snape and Dumbledore, but followed his students every step of the way.

However, there was a small cloud of haze that did not go away with the melting of the snow, and seemed to seep into every inch of Hogwarts with the melted snow.

'Lockhart... once a liar, now a reflective man in prison... who can guarantee whether he is the second time? '

Lockhart's haggard face was printed on the Daily Prophet, but he still kept smiling for the camera. Contrary to Lockhart's dirty appearance, the scarf around his neck was very clean.

Aha~ This was the best smile of the year in "Wizard Weekly"...

"It seems that he likes the scarf you gave me?" Hermione wiped the sweat from her brow, doing the final check. "By the way, Rita sent a letter..."

But the contents inside the envelope are almost all proud... She is proud of her own technique, it seems that she has won in the fierce competition of Cyrus.

Because she succeeded in telling what the Ministry of Magic did not want to say, and increased the sales of the "Daily Prophet", although the Ministry of Magic later banned this topic...

"Obviously, you have this ability, and wizards don't just pay attention to...those...little stories. In this world, there are countless facts restricted by authoritarianism..."

Cyrus, like Dumbledore, tried to give her a chance, wrote her in a letter.

The last competition was more lively than ever, not only the students of the three academies, Cyrus saw Cedric holding his parents in the castle early in the morning, leading them to watch some changes.

"It's a pity that there is an age limit... Otherwise, Mr. Granger and the others can come to the school to have a look." Cyrus stood beside Hermione and said with a smile. He looked at the girl's face with obvious expectations.

"No! I'm not interested in these~" She rubbed her nose, and dragged Cyrus to the Quidditch pitch.

For the last competition, even Prime Minister Fudge was there, along with some other Ministry members and, of course, that old woman in pink wizard robes, Umbridge.

She sees everyone as...complacent, except when facing some wizards with higher authority than her, she will put down her figure.

"Before the start of the game! Please pull your hair." Cyrus walked up to the six people 5 minutes before the start of the game. "Of course, if life is in danger, shoot red sparks into the sky."

"Good luck~ child" Professor Sprout walked up to Cedric and blessed him softly.

"I don't understand...why do we need our hair? What kind of new magic?" Fu Rong asked in confusion.

"No reason!" Hermione raised her hand, and before Fleur could react, she pulled a strand of hair from her head, causing the French girl to groan softly.

At the top of the auditorium, Rita Skeeter was also sitting on it, watching carefully.

This is a labyrinth, intricate and complicated, and because of Cyrus' bad taste, the walls will change randomly as they get closer to the center, and each person has an intersection, which is completely broken up.

Harry shuttled through the maze like a headless chicken.

Because of the high wall and the shelter, Cyrus could only ride Smaug and hover over the Quidditch pitch. Every time the Norwich Ridgeback, which is about [-] meters high, flaps its wings, it will make people feel emotional. pressure.

"Everyone~ Whoever wins the Goblet of Fire first will be the champion of this year's Warriors!" Cyrus shouted from the sky, making Beauxbaton's student with a zero score eager to try.

"Albus...dragons are forbidden..." said Fudge, frowning.

"No~ this Sleeping Dragon chose to be in Hogwarts by itself," Dumbledore said partiality, but what he said was indeed the truth, because Smaug was indeed free-range.

"This is a school~ It's obviously against the rules to have such a fire dragon..." Umbridge said in a shrill voice, and she straightened her flat clothes in disgust.

Harry, who was walking along the wall on the left, suddenly saw the grass wall squirm, swallowing Harry's arm like quicksand, staggered because of the unbalanced center of gravity, and came to the next door.

Directly facing him was a six-foot snail.

The spikes on the shell were so high and dangerously arched that Harry had only seen it once from a distance in Care of Fantastic Beasts class, so close that he almost vomited.

Can't imagine, Hagrid still thinks this kind of creature is cute?The shell on its back resembles a coiled poisonous stinger.

"Go this way!" Cedric heard the sound of flames bubbling from the tail of the snail, "Quick... lie down!"

Harry squatted down immediately, a string of firecracker-like fireworks flew towards his scalp, Harry ran towards Cedric in a panic, his repelling spell was reflected by the armor.

"Damn it... why did Hagrid use manticores and 60 fire crabs to make such a disgusting thing?" Harry was a little bit heartbroken when he saw the flames blasted out and a small pit of earth was created.

If it hit him in the chest, he might have kicked his legs and gone to see Arthur and Merlin.

After Harry ran out of the passage full of snails, he immediately raised his wand and pointed around vigilantly. There is no team now, and everyone wants to go home with the championship in order to add fifty points .

"Together?" Cedric asked him.

"No problem...if you meet other people..." Before Harry could finish his sentence, a red spark suddenly shot out from the opposite side, followed by the sound of 'Fleur Delacour is out'.

Fleur's screams crossed the deadly maze.

Cyrus unhurriedly tied Fleur's hair between his index finger and middle finger. With a wave of his wand, the directional spell immediately pointed to her location. Afterwards, Cyrus, who was given a part of Hogwarts authority by the headmaster, opened the the portal.

It's Polyarco and Krum....it seems they didn't hold back just because she was a beautiful lady.

"You guys please continue..." Cyrus took the wand from Krum, and the red spark curse was activated by him with Fleur's wand, "I wish you all good luck~"

Unfortunately, Fleur went through some levels, but when approaching the center, the walls of the road changed randomly, so that she, alone, met the two of Durmstrang.

This is one against two, let alone the combat effectiveness of Krum and Poliako...

Cyrus dragged Fleur into the portal and sent her directly out of the arena. Soon, the unconscious Fleur was carried on a stretcher and sent to the infirmary.

"It's reasonable...it's a pity." Hermione had already guessed, she grabbed Cyrus' arm and said, "Wait...you take a rest, I'll help you patrol!"

Cyrus has been in the air continuously for two or three hours, and his buttocks are a little painful from sitting on the black jade ridge. The main reason is that Smaug is not willing to add a cushion on his back.

He even wanted to sit on Stitch if he could...

"Be safe~"

Hermione waved her hand, and under Smaug's disgusted eyes, she impatiently pulled the rope around his neck and climbed up.