94 hp Diagon Alley

Out of nowhere - a tall, disheveled man - the spirit of James Potter rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground like his wife, and straightened up.He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, echoing voice, but so low that Voldemort couldn't hear him - Voldemort saw the man he had killed walking around and was terrified. His face was ashen.

"We'll only be here for a short while after the connection is lost, but we'll buy you time. Your friend has got the Portkey, and I think he's waiting for a moment when it will bring you back to Hogwarts Dots, do you understand, Harry?"

"Understood." Harry gasped, his wand slipping in his hand, and he clutched at it so hard his face twisted.

"Let go," his father whispered, "ready to run, now!"

Harry felt that he couldn't hold on any longer—he raised his wand vigorously, the golden thread broke, the light net disappeared, and the singing of the phoenix also disappeared—but the ghosts who died under Voldemort's hands did not disappear —they surrounded Voldemort so he couldn't see Harry—

Harry ran as hard as he could, knocking two stunned Death Eaters aside.He walked back and forth, using tombstones as cover.

The Death Eaters' spells whizzed after him, hitting the tombstones - he dodged the spells and the graves, and rushed towards Cedric.He forgot about the pain in his foot, and only thought about what he was going to do—

"Stun him!" he heard Voldemort shout.

"There are many obstacles!" A ray of light crossed Harry's shoulders, pointing frantically at the Death Eaters chasing after him, and shouted loudly.Cedri poked his head out of the invisibility cloak, spells of spells flying from his wand.He looked at Harry anxiously, and kept helping him bounce the Death Eater's curse. "Come on, Harry!"

"Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him! He's mine!" screamed Voldemort. "Get rid of those in the way!"

There is only a tombstone between Harry and Voldemort.But he was finally caught by the wrist by Cedric.

Voldemort's red eyes glowed in the dark, and Harry saw his lips twist into a grin, saw him raise his wand.

At the same time a cold trophy was shoved into his arms, he heard Voldemort yelling in rage, and felt a jerk under his navel, the Portkey worked - he was swept away in a whirlwind of colors, Cedric By his side...they went back.

The moment they went back there was an afterimage of green light whirling with them, and Harry wasn't sure if it hit Cedric - he couldn't see Cedric.

Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass.To steady himself, he tightened his grip on the two things still in his hands: the smooth handle of the Triwizard Cup and the stiff Cedric.Fear and fatigue made him lie on the ground, smelling the grass.

A wave of sound drowned him out, disorientingly, voices everywhere, footsteps, shouts.He frowned tightly, as if this was a nightmare that would pass soon...

A pair of strong hands grabbed him and turned him over.

"Harry, Harry!"

He opened his eyes.

In front of him was the starry night sky, and Albus Dumbledore crouched in front of him.Sirius was holding him in his arms with tears in his eyes, surrounded by dark figures, all crowded towards him.Harry could feel the ground under his head vibrate slightly with their footsteps.

He had returned to the edge of the labyrinth, and he could see the high stands around him, people walking on them, and the stars twinkling overhead.

"He's back," Harry whispered, "Voldemort he's back."

"What's the matter? What happened?" Cornelius Fudge's upside-down face appeared in front of Harry, his face pale and frightened. "My God . . . Digory!" he said.

Harry's heart sank like a tonne of anchors - he'd killed Cedric.

Fudge's piercing voice came, "He passed out!"

"Harry, let him go," he heard Fudge's voice say, and felt his fingers being pulled, trying to let him go, but before Harry knew it, he was holding on desperately.Then Dumbledore's face moved closer, still blurry.

"Harry, you can't help him, he needs immediate medical attention."

Harry's voice was hoarse like gravel across the blackboard: "Voldemort cast a death curse on us at the end... I saw that he might have been hit..."

Sirius said in a softer voice than he had ever heard before, "That's impossible, Harry. Diggory just passed out, and he'll be all right."

"He needs to go to the school hospital!" cried Fudge. "He's sick and hurt—Dumbledore, Diggory's parents are here. In the stands . . . "

Harry grabbed Sirius who was carrying him through the crowd to the hospital wing and said with difficulty, "There are Voldemort's men in the school, he—"

"We all know, Harry," panted Sirius. "You don't say anything now, don't ask anything. Just heal."

Although Harry felt ashamed to be carried across the Quidditch pitch by his godfather, he really didn't want to think about anything anymore, he felt safer than ever, and he wanted to drop everything and go to sleep like a child.He saw Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, and Gwen galloping over, and was persuaded by Dumbledore that maybe they would come to see him in the hospital wing.

Harry's eyelids were getting heavy and he was going to sleep in no time.

Until the moment he stepped into the castle, Sirius was stopped by Snape.

"What are you doing here, snotlite." Sirius lowered his voice and asked sharply, "Aren't you going to find your master?"

Snape's face was so dark that it dripped asphalt, "At Dumbledore's request, I have to wait here for Potter in the cold wind and pour him some potion." He said while holding his left arm .

Sirius stared at him warily, like a wolfhound watching its prey.Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey came down to meet Cedric, who was then escorted by the Diggory couple.The siege was resolved for the pair of rivals who were on the verge of breaking out.

"Thanks for the potion, Severus, give it to Harry. We'll have to find out what's going on while he's still awake. I can't cure them otherwise - what the hell is the spell, poor boy. After she finished speaking, she stepped forward to check on Cedric, who was pale and lifeless.

Only then did Sirius reluctantly allow Snape to take a step forward, but he was determined not to let Harry go.The gloomy Potions professor snorted coldly, and poured the glass into Harry's mouth. Harry coughed with choking, and his throat was as hot as pepper.

Now he couldn't sleep, and struggled to go in by himself.Yet even compared to Sirius' thin arms, Harry was as weak as a chick at the moment and had to be carried to the hospital wing.

In the inpatient department of the white medical wing, Cedric was placed in the quietest corner, and his parents were holding his hand and weeping.

Madam Pomfrey checked Cedric up and down, she didn't think he was seriously injured, but she couldn't wake up for some reason.So I turned to visit another patient.She bandaged Harry's cut arm to stop the bleeding, and then slammed them for arranging spiders in the maze. There was a lot of blood on Harry's leg, and the wound was still stained with mucus from the spider's pincers.Before she could ask Harry what happened, the door to the hospital wing was slammed open.

Fudge, Minister of Magic, and Dumbledore entered with hurried steps.The kindly white wizard's face was heavy at the moment, and he was sorry for not letting Harry rest, "Because you need to understand, Harry. Understanding is the first step in acceptance, and only after acceptance can you recover. You need to know who made him Going through the ordeal tonight and why it happened."

After speaking, the door of the medical wing behind him was slammed open again, and a Moody in white pointed his wand at another Moody, kicking him to the ground.

Harry couldn't figure out what was going on, but Moody, who was dressed familiarly but without magic eyes, was about to rush towards Harry's hospital bed like crazy, "Has he regenerated?" He kept repeating his question, bluntly Staring into Harry's eyes, he asked over and over again, "Is he regenerated?"

Harry looked at Moody, who was mad at the bottom of the box, and looked at Moody, who stood beside him as a scrawny man, with several strands missing from his gray hair, and was horrified.

It seemed that Dumbledore just waved his hand, and the manic Moody was bound tightly by an invisible rope, and was controlled on a deformed chair.

In that moment, for the first time, Harry fully understood why people said that Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort was afraid of.The look on Dumbledore's face as he looked at Mad-Eye Moody, who had been cursed to silence, was more terrifying than Harry could have imagined.Without a kind smile, there is no spark of happiness in the eyes behind the lens.Every wrinkle on that old face was filled with cold anger.A power radiated from Dumbledore, as if he were burning with heat.

Dumbledore bent down and pulled a curved bottle and a bunch of keys from the paralyzed fake Moody.Then he turned to look at Sirius and Snape.

"Severus, please go get your most powerful veritaserum, Sirius, please go to the kitchen and find a house-elf named Winky."

After the two left, Dumbledore picked up the curved wine bottle, unscrewed the lid, turned the bottle upside down, and a stream of viscous liquid spilled on the floor of the office.

"Polyjuice Potion, Harry," said Dumbledore, "how simple and ingenious it is. Moody was notorious for drinking only from the curved decanter he carried with him.