The Last Goodbye

"It's a hell of a - oh, not bad - my Merlin! He's got it! Mr. Karkaroff's got the feather!"

The audience burst into applause.

Charlotte in the tent stood up suddenly and began to walk up and down quickly, her wand tightly clutched in her hand, her long platinum blonde hair trembling uneasily behind her. "Don't be so nervous, Charlotte." Riddle who was sitting on the side comforted softly.He was reading a local newspaper, seemingly oblivious to the off-page race. "Relax, just pluck a feather from a bird."

"A Thunderbird." Charlotte said nervously, taking a few more deep breaths, "The person I like is watching."

"He'd be proud of you." Riddle looked up at her and smiled. Charlotte smiled back gratefully, though she still looked as pale as paper.There was a very loud whistle from outside the tent, Charlotte adjusted her breath for the last time, and walked out with her head held high.Lightning and thunder soon resounded outside, Riddle put down the newspaper, and glanced at the small mold beside him - a Garuda with a number plate number 3 tied around his neck.The little bird was napping on the bench.The boy stood up and moved his limbs.

"...Oh, I missed it! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

The narrator's shout was full of regret, followed by a rumbling thunder.

"...difficult to dodge in the rain! It's an advanced water avoidance spell - well done..."

Riddle drew his wand and tested a simple spell on the nearby bench.

"...be careful now! Be careful! Oh Merlin, it's very brave - so brave - and - she got it!! Cheers to her, ladies and gentlemen, Miss Malfoy managed to get Thunderbird's feather!!"

Riddle smiled slightly, clutched his wand and waited.Now it will be the last Warrior's turn at any moment.Beep——!A long whistle.The boy took a breath, walked out of the tent calmly, walked through a low bush forest, and came to a gap in the fence.The door opens and the huge arena floods into view - yo, this is pretty cool. Riddle couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He seemed to be in a highly colorful dream.

The stands in the distance are quite tall, looking like cliffs from below.Behind that, hundreds of faces were watching him.A golden-winged roc was lying on the other side of the fence, its huge wings half-opened, and its black crystal ball-like eyes were staring at him warily.As Garuda exhaled and inhaled, the surrounding elements trembled.It stands up. Riddle noticed that her right foot was tied to the ground by a long, thick chain.She can take off, but not very far.

The boy raised his wand intently.

The moment Garuda saw the weapon, he let out a cry, spread his wings, and the gorgeous feathers surrounded most of the arena, shining brightly.Then with a hula, it took off, like a rainbow piercing the sky.The hurricane was coming, and Riddle directly cut the wind to both sides with the cutting spell, and then pointed his wand at his throat under the cover of sand and dust-the audience in the stands stopped shouting and waited with bated breath. "Our warrior pointed his wand at himself!" The narrator shouted, "Is this some kind of strengthening trick! Wait and see!"

oh.Please keep your voice down. Riddle tapped lightly on his throat.

"Amplifico!"

He used a loudspeaker spell.

In fact, he can cast this spell silently, but Spencer-Moon has explained that all projects, whether they are confrontational or not, should be as dramatic as possible. image.

"Garuda!" Riddle roared, his voice cut through the sky and resounded throughout the audience.Dapeng's attention was attracted by him, it hovered in the air, staring at him with dark eyes.The opponent is probably just a small black dot in its field of vision.

"Garuda, please talk to me!" Riddle stretched out his arms, loosened his right hand, and the yew wood wand fell into the soil. "I don't have a weapon anymore. Come down, please?" Dapeng croaked and glared at him.All right. Riddle thought silently in his heart, maybe I should take the initiative to go up instead of letting it go down.He collected himself, raised his hands, and used wandless magic to lift himself up.

Fortunately, I learned this trick from Harry in advance.

"Oh! My God! Ladies and gentlemen, the Hogwarts contestant can fly! He can fly! Did you see that! Amazing!"

The arena erupted in applause and cheers.The Garuda flew a little higher, and the chain was stretched straight, making a rattling sound. Riddle flew up slowly, carefully avoiding the hurricane rolled by the roc's wings, and stopped under its sight.He deliberately didn't fly high with it.The crowd below was so excited that he could hear someone screaming.They obviously thought he was crazy—it was too dangerous, he was at least two hundred feet off the ground—and even a hundred Philosopher's Stones wouldn't save him from that height.

Having said that, Riddle was very calm in his heart.

It's just a bird.He smiled slightly. Gellert Grindelwald is a hundred times more terrifying than that.And it flies fine.The air here is fresh and there is no dust.The excited roar of the narrator also turned into bursts of humming in the wind.In this way, he and Big Bird can have a quiet place to negotiate.

"I don't want to attack you, Garuda." Riddle flew up a little more.Dapeng waved its wings warningly.The boy stopped immediately.If the bird is real, it can slap him back to the ground.

"I'm not going near you." He raised his hands, indicating that he didn't have any weapons.Garuda looks more satisfied than before, and it definitely has considerable wisdom. Riddle smiled lightly, he could only speak the language of snakes, not the language of birds, but some things should be universal.The boy bent down, bowed deeply, and then straightened up.

The surrounding wind was obviously weaker, and it was Garuda who was using magic to control the wind.very good. The smile on Riddle's face deepened...

"Oh! Our hero is down! Flying down! But I don't see him approaching the bird - Mr. Voldemort hasn't got the feather yet - what's he going to do next?"

Next I want to cast a silent spell on you.

Riddle rolled his eyes, slowly fell back to the ground, retrieved his wand, and walked to the chains that bound Garuda.The chain was really thick, much thicker than his arm.Garuda was still flying in the air, the whole chain was stretched straight, and the cold iron rubbed against each other, making a creaking sound.People around the viewing platform are looking around.

Riddle tapped his wand on the chain and tapped lightly.

"Verto Insidiosa!"

Whoosh—!The place where the iron chain was hit by him turned into a green ribbon, and it rushed up, and it rose more than a hundred feet in an instant, until Garuda's ankle was bound, and then there was a snap——!The ribbon was torn apart by Jupeng.The big bird that broke free from its shackles was like a beautiful ray of light, with its huge wings stretched gorgeously, filling the sky like lava.Garuda screamed loudly, flapped his wings, and disappeared into the clouds.

The audience exclaimed, followed by silence.

For a while, even the narrator was speechless.

"Uh—our, our warrior, seems to have accidentally let Garuda go away? This, this situation—"

Suddenly, the clouds rolled in the sky, shooting down layers of neon-colored lightning, followed by a rumbling thunder, the sea of ​​clouds was torn into thousands of long and thin cotton wool, the sun fell, and a ball of sky fire swooped down, surging brilliantly. To the world——!

The students on the viewing platform screamed, but the warrior standing in the center of the arena suddenly roared, "——you guys don't move!"

Boom! !

The sky fire smashed down, rolling up muddy smoke and dust all over the place.

The scene fell into silence again.

After the smoke cleared, the audience finally saw the original appearance of the flame - a big bird shining with golden light.It landed beside the Hogwarts warrior and let out a cry.Its voice is really beautiful, tactful and ethereal, far better than the most beautiful chords in the world.Garuda's crystal ball-like eyes stared at the Hogwarts warriors, then turned his head, the golden bird's beak brushed through the rainbow-like wings, took out one, and gave it to the person in front of it.

Its feathers are more than one meter long and glittering like a beautiful plantain fan.

Riddle smiled and stretched out his hands, took it respectfully, and bowed to Dapeng again, "Thank you." Dapeng also lowered his head slightly, then flapped his wings, and his huge body rose again, Soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, he disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds and mountains in an instant.The audience was silent and waited silently for several minutes.

But this time the big bird did not come back.

There was a sudden buzz from the narrator's mic, and he finally remembered to say something, "Merlin—my Merlin! Our champion got the feather, but—he let the bird go—I've got to say this anyway. Brilliant! It's brilliant—" But he was overwhelmed by thunderous applause.

People around were cheering, as excited as if they had just watched a World Cup match.Warrior standing in the center of the arena raising his feathers