The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Amos Diggory hugged his wife, sat on the seat and looked sadly at Dumbledore who stood up, a feeling of uneasiness spread in his heart... like a creeper.

"Poliako!!" Krum lay on the stretcher, clutching Karkaroff's arm tightly, his back was already bloody, "He's not Poliako... Deng... Bu Principal Lido!"

As far as his eyes could see, there was only scarlet.

"Get out of the way!"

Moody grabbed Karkaroff's shoulder roughly, and threw it back. He stepped on the opponent's chest with his artificial leg. When Karkaroff subconsciously pulled out his wand, Moody quickly disarmed him.

Fudge didn't understand the situation...

Dumbledore bent over and turned his ear, only Krum's weak reminder could be heard.

"Polyarco...he...Polyarco...Polieri.."

"Go and call Madam Pomfrey...Cyrus! Can you find them?" Dumbledore said coldly, with his back to the auditorium. Obviously, the Goblet of Fire, which was the Portkey, had been tampered with.

When Mr. Diggory saw Cyrus, he saw them accurately from among the crowd, and the calmness in his eyes seemed to make them calm down.

"I've already prepared it...Principal." Cyrus opened a small palm-sized box, took out Harry and Cedric's hair from it, put the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, and wrapped them around it.

Maybe it was too far away, and the effect of the Tracking Charm was a little weak. The faint golden mist supported the hair and slowly drifted to the distance. Hermione was wearing a hanging ring, and golden sparks burst out in midair with difficulty.

Madame Maxime just took a step forward and blocked Fudge's path.

"What...what's the situation? Karkaroff is the principal of Durmstrang..." Fudge took off his dark green top hat, and asked Madam Maxim respectfully.

"It really is you! Karkaroff...Speak! What tricks are you playing again...I swear...no one can save you today!!" Moody roared angrily, "Harry and the others Where did you go?!"

"I don't know...I really don't know!" Karkaroff clutched his sleeve desperately, his painful appearance caught Moody's attention, and a cutting curse cut off his fur robe.

The exposed 'Dark Lord's Mark' exuding faint black smoke made those around him start to panic.

"Say it! Otherwise...I will remind you of the memory of Azkaban!" Moody poked his chest with his wand, threatening him bluntly and viciously, "That feeling...you must be familiar with it Bar...."

"No...I really don't know...please don't do this to me..."

Karkaroff seemed to be triggered by Moody's behavior, and he usually looked serious and unreasonable, but now he was crying like Peter Pettigrew.

"Moody! You have no right to do that!!" Fudge yelled loudly, "He's a principal...."

"He's a shameless Death Eater!" said Moody with a slinky upward cast of magic eyes, staring at Fudge, "he wasted the last chance Albus gave him...worst... "

"It's Barty! Little Barty!! No! I've had enough..." Karkaroff looked at the green light on the tip of Moody's wand, and he lost his breath in such extreme terror, "I don't know them Where are you going!"

Barty Crouch Jr....is Barty Crouch's Death Eater son.

Just when the thin golden mist engulfed the hair and flew across the street towards the Riddle Mansion, the Muggles seemed to have not seen this strange scene, and the two hairs seemed to be blown by the hot summer wind.. ..

Harry and Cedric only heard a 'mentos', and a howling wind, and fell out of the space pipe.

Their legs went limp, and they experienced the side effects of the portkey again. When Harry and Cedric came back to their senses, Polyarco was no longer there, replaced by gusts of wind.

"Where is this... Is the game not over yet?" Harry clutched his forehead, groping for his wand in a daze.

"No, Cyrus said that the passage to the Goblet of Fire will only be the podium..." Cedric rubbed his somewhat congested chest and said, because of Cyrus' reminder, his concentration Immediately moved away from Harry.

Cyrus had approached him...'Harry couldn't have stepped under Dumbledore's spell anyway, not even George and Fred...someone might have tried to kill him... .'

Just as Harry, still clutching his stomach, retched from the violent teleportation, Cedric's burly arms reached under his armpit and lifted Harry up.

It's a...weedy cemetery with a hill to the left and a black shadow of a house.

"Barty... you're doing a great job..."

The hoarse sound like a snake from a distance made them nervous. A small figure in the distance was holding something respectfully and was walking towards them step by step.

The closer he got, the more painful the scar on Harry's forehead was, and he bent his knees and fell to the ground.

"Run! Cedric...you go away!" Harry has been through so much if he doesn't know what this is, it's Voldemort... Dumbledore told him and Cyrus like that.

This severe pain, like the pain deep in the soul, is exactly Voldemort!

"The trophy is coming!" Cedric immediately raised his wand and shouted at the trophy that fell aside.

"There are many obstacles~"

The trophy was blown away by the mysterious person, and Cedric stared intently at the nearby bushes. The familiar face made both Harry and Cedric gasp. That is... Poliaco? !

"You...what tricks are you going to do again?" Harry screamed while enduring the burning pain.

"Ha~ Please call me Barty Crouch Jr., Potter..."'Polyarco's face was full of complacency, and he stared at the houses in the distance, "This Everything is the master's great plan"

"I... am... your master~" The impatient voice of the dwarf figure in the swaddling baby was full of warnings.

"That's exactly what I meant!" Crouch turned his head in an instant, and said respectfully, "But no matter what, my heart has long been dedicated to...you...the great Dark Lord, I'm sorry, Potter "

Hearing that name, Harry looked at his new friend whom he trusted in the past with disgust, and said with disgust, "Why don't you just let me die! You had a chance!"

"Yeah~ I thought about this method at first... Cruciatus!" He shot so quickly that Cedric fell to the ground in pain, clutching his chest...

Polia... No, it should be Barty Crouch Jr. when he was in the Black Lake, he was able to get rid of Harry, and no one could suspect...or even blame him.

But he didn't, and instead...saved him, as if everything was going according to plan.

"Get rid of those who are in the way!" A cold voice said loudly.

"Yes...sorry, my...dear friend~" Batty looked at Harry who was bound by Pettigrew, and after taking him away, he looked at Cedric who was lingering on the soles of his feet and said softly, I don't know, this sound There is some truth in sorry.

The Cruciatus Curse made Cedric feel heart-eating torture...his muscles were convulsed with pain, and the prolonged pain made him only think about...to avoid the pain.

He couldn't concentrate, and the fingers around his wand were twitching.

"Father...Mother...Harry...Cyrus..." he hissed, but he managed to roll his eyes and look up to the sky.

Autumn Zhang...