94 Diagon Alley

Soon came out - a tall man with unkempt hair - James Potter's soul rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground like his wife, and straightened. He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, reverberating voice, but so low that Voldemort couldn't hear him—Voldemort was horrified to see the people he killed walking around. His face was ashen.

"We can only stay for a little while after the connection is lost, but we will buy you time. Your friend has got the door key, I think he is waiting for a moment, it Will take you back to Hogwarts, understand, Harry?"

"Understood." Harry gasped, his wand slid in his hand, his face twisted as he grabbed it so hard.

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

Harry didn't think he could hold on anyway - he pulled his wand up so hard, the gold thread broke, the net of light disappeared, the song of the phoenix disappeared - but he died at Voldemort's hands The ghosts didn't disappear - they surrounded Voldemort so he couldn't see Harry -

Harry ran with all his might, knocking two stunned Death Eaters aside. He walked around, using tombstones as cover.

The curses of the Death Eaters swish behind him, hitting the tombstone - and he dashes towards Cedric, dodging the spell and the tomb. He forgot about the pain in his feet, and he just focused on what he was going to do—

"Stun him!" he heard Voldemort shout.

Cedric stuck his head out of the invisibility cloak, and the spells shot out of his wand in rapid succession. He looked at Harry anxiously, and kept helping him bounce back the Death Eater curses. "Come on, Harry!"

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

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

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

At the same time a icy trophy was stuffed into his arms, he heard Voldemort yelling furiously, and at the same time felt a tug under his navel, the door key worked - he was struck by a multicolored whirlwind Swept away, Cedric by his side...they went back.

There was an afterimage of green light swirling with them as they went back, 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 stabilize himself, he clenched the two things he still had in his hands: the smooth handle of the Tri-Power Cup and the rigid Cedric. Fear and fatigue made him lie on the ground, smelling the grass.

A wave of noise overwhelmed him, bewildering, everywhere, footsteps, shouts. He frowned tightly, as if it was a nightmare that would soon pass...

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. With tears in his eyes, Sirius was holding him in his arms, surrounded by dark figures, all pressing towards him. Harry could feel the ground under his head shaking slightly with their footsteps.

He has returned to the edge of the maze, and he can see the high stands around him, people walking on them, and the stars are shining 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 panic. "God... Diggory!" he said.

Harry's heart sank like a ton of anchors tied - he killed Cedric.

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

"Harry, let him go," he heard Fudge's voice say, and felt someone pulling his fingers, trying to get him to let go of Cedric, but Harry didn't respond. , he held onto it desperately. Then Dumbledore's face came closer, still indistinct.

"Harry, you can't help him, he needs to be treated immediately."

Harry's voice hoarse like rubble across the blackboard: "Voldemort finally cast a Death Spell on us...I see he may have been hit..."

Sirius said in a soft voice like never before, "That's impossible, Harry. Diggory just passed out and he'll be fine."

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

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

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

Harry felt ashamed of being carried across the Quidditch pitch by his godfather, but he really didn't want to think about anything now, he felt more secure than ever, he wanted to be like a child Throw away everything and go to sleep. He saw Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys and Gwen rushing over, and Dumbledore persuaded them to go, maybe they would come to see him in the medical wing.

Harry's eyelids were getting heavier and he was going to sleep soon.

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

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

Snape's face was black enough to drip pitch, "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 glared at him warily, like a wolfhound staring at his prey. Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey came down to meet Cedric, who was then brought by the Diggorys. Cleared the siege for the raging foes.

"Thank you, Severus, for the potion, drink it to Harry. We'll have to ask what's going on while he's still awake. Otherwise I can't cure them - what is it? Curse, poor child." After she finished speaking, she stepped forward to check on the pale and lifeless Cedric.

Sirius reluctantly allowed Snape to take a step forward, but he was determined not to let go of Harry. The spooky potions professor snorted coldly and poured the glass into Harry's mouth, who choked and coughed, his throat hot as pepper.

Now he can't sleep, struggling to go in by himself. However, even compared to Sirius' thin arms, Harry was as weak as a chicken at the moment, and could only be forced to be carried to the medical wing.

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

Mrs. Pomfrey checked Cedric up and down, thinking he wasn't seriously injured, but couldn't wake up for some reason. So he turned to look at the other patient. She put a hemostatic bandage on Harry's cut arm and tutted them for arranging spiders in the labyrinth. Harry's leg was bleeding and the wound was still stained with goo from the spider's pincers. Before she could ask Harry what happened, the door to the medical wing was slammed open.

Minister of Magic Fudge and Dumbledore came in hurriedly. 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 to acceptance, and only after acceptance can recovery. You need to know who made him Been through tonight's ordeal and why it is."

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

Harry couldn't figure out what was going on, but Moody, who was wearing a familiar but no magic eye, was about to jump on Harry's bed like crazy, "He's reborn?" He kept repeating My own question, staring straight into Harry's eyes, asking over and over again, "He's reborn?"

Harry looked at Moody, who was going crazy at the bottom of the box, and at Moody, who was standing beside him, who was scrawny, with a few strands of gray hair missing.

Dumbledore seemed to just wave his hand, and the manic Moody was firmly tied by an invisible rope and controlled on a deformed chair.

In that moment, for the first time, Harry fully understood why people said Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort feared. The look on Dumbledore's face as he looked at Mad-Eye Moody, who had been cursed to be silent, was more terrifying than Harry could have imagined. No kind smile, no happy spark in the eyes behind the lenses. Every wrinkle on that old face was filled with icy anger. A power radiated from Dumbledore's body, as if he were burning hot.

Dumbledore bent down and took out the curved bottle and a bunch of keys from the stunned 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 get 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 viscous liquid spilled on the floor of the office.

"Potion, Harry," said Dumbledore, "see how simple and ingenious it is. Moody always drank only from the curved bottle he carried with him. famous