[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Everything happened so quickly, and in the moment of death's blooming emptiness, my life's tears were filled.

Harry saw something huge over the hedge to the left, moving so fast this way along a crossing of roads that Cedric was about to crash into it, but Cedric, too focused on the trophy, didn't see it.

"Cedric!" Harry cried anxiously, "watch out to the left!"

The brown-haired boy turned his head and saw it, dodged hastily, and avoided colliding with that thing, but the movement was too violent, and he fell down under the action of inertia—the wand flew out of his hand, and an extremely huge The spider crawled over and bent over Cedric.

"Dizzy!" Harry yelled, and the spell hit the spider's huge, black, hairy body, but it was like throwing a stone at it.The spider twitched, turned quickly and rushed towards Harry.

A barrage of stunned and obstructed casts from the tip of his wand hit the monstrous creature to no avail—perhaps the spider was too big, or its magic too powerful for the spell to work on it, and instead exasperated it even more.

Harry saw in horror the eight gleaming black eyes and the sharp pincers coming closer and closer, and the spider had already landed on him.

The spider lifted him into the air with its front legs, and he struggled desperately.He tried to kick it with his foot, but his legs touched its pincers, and there was a sharp pain immediately.

Enduring the burning pain from his leg, Cedric grabbed his wand in three steps and two steps, and also fainted on the ground. The spider was hit in the abdomen, and its huge body froze in place, but it waved The pincers were still about to hit Harry immediately.

"Armor protection!" He pointed his wand at Harry, and Harry also raised his wand at the critical moment and shouted: "Disarm!"

It worked—the disarming spell made the spider let him go, but it meant the dark-haired, blue-eyed messiah was about to fall from a height of three meters.

Cedric cast a shock absorbing spell to cushion him just as he was about to hit the ground.

The leg that had been injured just now couldn't bear the weight of his body, and Harry collapsed to the ground suddenly.

Without thinking, Harry pointed his wand at the spider's underbelly, as he had done to the Blast-Ended Whelk, and yelled, faintly, and Cedric uttered the same incantation.

The combination of the two spells did what the one spell couldn't: the spider finally fell to the side, crushing a hedge and spreading its long, hairy legs across the ground.

"Harry!" cried Cedric. "Are you all right? It didn't fall on you?"

"No." Harry replied breathlessly.He looked down at his leg, bleeding profusely.There was something sticky on the torn robe, which was secreted from the spider's pincers.He tried to stand up, but his legs shook so badly that he couldn't support the weight of his body.He leaned against the hedge, panting, and looked around.

Cedric stood just a foot away from the Triwizard Cup, the trophy gleaming behind him.

"Take it," Harry gasped to Cedric, "take it, you've arrived."

Cedric didn't move.He stood there looking at Harry, then back at the trophy, Harry could even see the longing look on his face in the golden light of the trophy.

Cedric turned back to look at Harry, who was struggling to his feet against the hedge.

Cedric took a deep breath: "You take it, you deserve to win - you saved my life twice."

"That's not the rule. You saved my life just now, didn't you?!" Harry's voice was a little irritable, and he felt a little annoyed—he knew that Hufflepuff prided himself on integrity and kindness, although he and Cedric had They are friends, but at this moment, he also feels like he has been tricked.

In order to get rid of the spider, he is hurting all over now, and after so much effort, he is still one step behind Cedric: "Whoever gets there first scores, you get there first. What I said is true, I don't have any strength now Go run again."

Cedric took a few steps towards the unconscious spider, away from the trophy.He shook his head: "No." He tried his best not to catch his eyes on the glowing trophy: "Go and get it, if you didn't bother me just now, it's already in your hands now."

"Stop being your usual style," Harry said impatiently, "take it, we'll get out, Rosa's going to be crazy about waiting for you now—you don't want to disappoint her, do you?"

Cedric saw Harry clung to the hedge to steady himself.

The brown-haired boy took a deep breath, and glanced at the trophy again.

Harry carefully tested his injured leg, thanks to Cedric's help just now, his leg would not be broken directly: "You are giving up the honor that Hufflepuff College has not received for hundreds of years Rosa, if she knows that you are as stubborn as you are suddenly stuffed with achnatherum splendens in your head at this last step, she will definitely be very angry."

"She won't." Cedric said softly, but his tone was full of affirmation.

He suddenly remembered the image of Rosalind tugging at his cuff before the game, begging him to go back safely.

Harry's eyes moved to the trophy—in the light of the trophy, he was also in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself walking out of the maze holding it: he held the Triwizard Cup high, and the crowd cheered by his ears; he saw Cho Chang's face glowed with admiration, more clearly than ever; he even saw Rosalind hugging him gratefully as he let Cedric return to her without incident... and then the hallucination faded Yes, he saw Cedric's stubborn face in the dimness.

"Then," Cedric began, addressing him, "we'll be together."

"What?" Harry thought he hadn't heard clearly.

"Two people take it at the same time, Hogwarts still wins. We are tied for the championship." Harry stared at Cedric in disbelief, as if he was making a joke that had no credibility.

"You—really want to do this?" The black-haired boy moved his lips hesitantly, feeling that he was going through a soul storm.

"Of course," Cedric cast affirmative glances at him: "We helped each other overcome difficulties, didn't we? The two of us came here together, let's go get it together."

For a moment Harry seemed unable to believe his ears, and then he gave Cedric a resigned smile.

Cedric stepped forward and grabbed Harry's arm, helping Harry walk slowly towards the trophy.

"No, no, Cedric Diggory—are you sure you want to do this?" Harry's heart was suddenly filled with a strange feeling, and things developed in a direction he hadn't expected.

"Of course, I assure Merlin that I'm not joking with you." After leading him step by step, the two raised their hands above a shiny handle.

"Count to three, okay?" Harry looked at his friend and rival who was much taller than himself, "One—two—three—"

He and Cedric each grabbed a handle.

The two warriors suddenly felt as if they were pulled from the back of their navels—their feet left the ground, but they couldn't let go of the hands holding the Triwizard Cup, which dragged them forward in the howling wind and swirling colors fly away.

Harry felt his feet hit the ground, his injured leg gave way, and he fell to the ground, letting go of the Triwizard Cup.

He looked up, not at the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch: "Where are we?" he asked.

Cedric also frowned and shook his head.He stood up and pulled Harry up, and the two of them looked around.

It was completely outside the boundaries of Hogwarts, and they had apparently flown miles—perhaps hundreds, because not even the hills surrounding the castle had disappeared.They stood in a dark, overgrown cemetery and could see the black silhouette of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right.On the left is a hill.Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup, then up at Harry.

He felt a little flustered in his heart, looked around, and asked Harry with some doubts: "Did someone tell you that this trophy is a portkey?"

"No," said Harry.He looked at the cemetery, and the surroundings were gloomy and silent. "Is that part of the game too?"

"I don't know," said Cedric, in a strained voice, "draw your wand, what do you think?"

"Okay." They drew their wands, and Harry kept looking around.

He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching them.

"Someone's coming," Harry said suddenly, staring in that direction, and Cedric turned back and walked in his direction.

Nervously, they squinted their eyes and looked into the darkness. A figure was walking towards them step by step between the graves.Harry couldn't make out the man's face, but from his gait and the position of his arms, he seemed to be holding something: he was short in stature, and wore a hooded cloak that hid his face.

A few steps closer - and the distance between them shrinking, Harry could see that the man was holding what looked like a baby - or was it just a bag of clothes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly.He looked at Cedric, and Cedric gave him a questioning glance.The two turned their heads to stare at the approaching figure.

The man stopped before a towering marble headstone, only six feet away from them.For a split second, Cedric and Harry met the diminutive figure's eyes.

Suddenly, Harry's scar ached sharply -- he had never felt such pain in his life.The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, his legs bent and fell to the ground, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head seemed to explode.

Just as Cedric was about to run over and pull him to prevent him from falling into some kind of pothole, he heard a loud and cold voice from far above his head:

"Kill whoever gets in the way."