Hogwarts Homecoming

Viktor's rhetorical question silenced the Slytherins.

No matter who Durmstrang's group met, in short, it could only be the Hogwarts team.

Whether it is Potter, Granger, Weasley, or Diggory, Lombard and Lovegood, they are all students in the physical education class.

After a year of brutal training, they knew how much they were transformed, so they had no doubt that Durmstrang's three were defeated.

"Where did they go?"

Draco asked with a frown.

"Feel sorry--"

Viktor did not feel depressed at all after having his school badge taken away. He still said calmly,

"No comment. There is no rule that says we have to report to you, right?"

The Slytherin group, who had just suffered a big loss from Fleur, suddenly became furious. They all stared at Viktor coldly, as if they would pounce on them and tear the three of them to pieces in the next second.

But still the same sentence.

This is a competition ground, not a battlefield. There are countless people watching them through the live broadcast. It is impossible for them to torture Viktor.

However, it is not difficult to figure out where the other team that just played here went.

After some inspection, they quickly found the footprints of the three people who left in a hurry.

After looking indifferently at the three Durmstrangs who were watching their actions, Draco led the team and quickly chased after them.

Viktor, Polyarco and Rankardel remained silent, watching the Slytherins leave. They didn't calm down until they disappeared from sight and no movement was heard at all.

"They are also grabbing the school badge!"

The tall and thin Poliarco, who had tried his best to remain calm just now, was now sweating profusely. He was gasping for air as if he was drowning in the water and about to suffocate before being fished out. He covered his chest with a look of despair on his face. Believe,

"I can't believe how lucky we are!"

"There's not much time left, the location will be refreshed soon!"

Viktor also turned pale,

"We have to get out of here as fast as possible. They're going to come back for us."

Another location refresh. Now, it is no longer a mystery who the other three light spots on the map are.

Fleur and Triana were still trimming by the creek.

Viktor's team has left the battlefield, but they haven't gone far yet and they will definitely encounter Malfoy and the others.

And Cedric's team.

They went a little deeper, but still followed the map's borders in a circuitous way.

After keeping everyone's positions in mind, Hermione stuffed the blackboard back into her sportswear jacket pocket and simply said,

"Walk!"

So, they started running again, moving towards the outer area.

But after only running for five minutes and slightly out of position, Ron, who was running at the back, suddenly screamed in pain.

Harry turned around and saw that Ron had fallen to the ground, holding his legs and wailing softly.

"He's cramped!"

Harry said with a pale face, and rushed over to help Ron relieve his pain.

Hermione said nothing, and pointed her wand directly behind her. After eliminating the footprints of the three people, she pointed it at the pit on one side.

She and Harry dragged Ron into the widened pit together. The three of them clung to each other and huddled in the pit. Then, Hermione waved her wand to disguise the entrance of the pit with fallen leaves.

No one spoke. In the darkness, there were only the muffled gasps of three people.

Ten minutes later, Harry heard Draco's angry curse not far away.

"If that stupid bitch hadn't broken our broomstick!"

In the pothole, Harry, who was about to faint, raised his eyelids.

Malfoy's broomstick is broken?

This is really great news!

After another five minutes, Draco gave up searching nearby, but in fact, Daphne in his team was only less than ten feet away from the three of them!

The Slytherin people left quickly, and they planned to linger around for a while, waiting for the next location refresh.

Hermione weakly waved her wand, blowing away the leaves so that the sunlight could shine on them.

Harry reluctantly tilted his head. He saw Ron squinting his eyes as if he had fainted, while Hermione rested her head on the ground regardless of the image, her mouth slightly open like a fish about to be dried, thirsting for rain. !

Harry grinned, knowing that his current state would not be much better than Hermione and Ron.

Four refreshes have passed, and the time has passed two hours and fifteen minutes!

The high-intensity, high-intensity transfers and battles have drained the last bit of their physical strength!

It took another two minutes before Harry finally gathered the strength to speak.

"Neville and the others are still there?"

Hermione's state could be described as breathless. She didn't speak, but nodded imperceptibly.

Harry grinned again.

Now, they have figured out their group's tactics.

Sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight!

"What a great idea. Huh. Who came up with it? Cedric's brain is not as good as Neville's. He is smarter than Fred and George now."

Harry gasped once he spoke,

"Are we a little too upright, Hermione?"

Hermione didn't speak, but Ron woke up from his unconscious state. He smiled bitterly and tried to use his arms to sit up straight, but he tried twice and failed, so he could only accept his fate. He continued to lie paralyzed in the dirt.

Needless to say, all three people understood.

Their physical strength and magic power have been exhausted to the limit. In their current state, even a few first-year wizards can take care of them.

After another two minutes of silence, Ron tried to get up again. This time, he finally sat up straight and pulled out the backpack from behind.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the morning. They had been working hard all morning, and all kinds of food that had been squeezed and deformed were rare delicacies in the eyes of the three of them.

Harry had never felt like this at that moment. The food produced in the Hogwarts kitchen was so sweet. It was like a storm. Harry ate three sausages, two potato pancakes and a stack of bread. Only then did he feel like he had never stopped eating. Escape from the crisis of starvation.

Just as his hand reached for the backpack again, he was blocked by Hermione. Facing his confused and aggrieved look, Hermione said firmly,

"The rest is our supper, Harry."

"dinner?"

Ron almost cried,

"Do you really think we're going to have dinner in the Forbidden Forest, Hermione?"

"Only Slytherin is present. I don't believe the others are hiding in the woods to rest. Ron, Professor Brain must have arranged other tasks for them."

Hermione said.

Ron had nothing to say. After reluctantly sucking the residue off his fingers, he leaned back on the soil lifelessly.

"What are we going to do later, grab Diggory's school badge? I dare say that in our current situation, we will definitely get beaten up."

Hermione didn't answer, but frowned, seeming to be stuck in a difficult problem.

"What are you thinking, Hermione?"

Harry asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking-"

Hermione raised her head and looked at the swaying leaves above her head and the blue sky.

"I don't understand how the game is over.

Could it be that it is impossible to collect all four school badges, right? It is impossible for us to take Fleur's school badge away from Malfoy, right? Moreover, if this situation continues, all school badges will be taken away by Malfoy. Even if they don't have the broomstick to take away Fu, they still have a huge numerical advantage. "

This was indeed a very puzzling question, and Harry couldn't figure it out.

However, there is not enough time for them to think about this problem.

The half-hour position refresh was like a reminder, forcing them to stay away from this area as quickly as possible and keep a safe distance from Malfoy and the others. Then, when the position was refreshed, they urgently turned away a certain distance to hide, so that Malfoy could Fu they can't catch it.

In addition, past training experience in physical education classes also tells them that after high-intensity physical exertion, they must move slowly. If they just slump here, they may not be able to move for several days.

Harry was the first to get up with difficulty, and then stretched out his hand to pull Hermione.

Snap!

A dark object slipped out of Hermione's jacket pocket, landed in the pit, rolled a few times, and then stopped.

Harry took a closer look and saw that it was a round, dark stone.

He looked at Hermione in confusion. However, Hermione's livid expression made Harry suddenly think of a bad answer.

"What are you doing with a rock in your pocket?"

Ron, who didn't know why, asked directly.

"This isn't a rock, Ron!"

Harry had never seen Hermione speak like this - gritting her teeth, forcing the words out between her teeth.

"This is the Durmstrang school badge that Viktor gave me!" (End of this chapter)