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Cedric was stunned. He witnessed all this, and his mind went blank.

But he was only stunned for a moment.

The dueling lessons Flitwick had given them recently were not in vain. Hufflepuff students may be known for their loyalty and friendliness, but that does not mean they are cowardly, especially Cedric, who is one of the best duelists of his age.

He immediately pulled his wand from his waist and pointed it at "Harry".

"Potter! Calm down! Otherwise I will have to cast a spell on you!"

He warned loudly, with a tone as firm as possible.

However, the "Harry" in front of him completely ignored his threat. A cold vertical pupil flashed in his eyes, and the wand in his hand waved again.

An invisible force pounced on Cedric like an invisible giant hand.

Bang!

Cedric reacted quickly, raised his wand and controlled the medicine cabinet next to him to fly in front of him, barely blocking the attack.

However, the huge force hit the medicine cabinet, causing him to retreat several steps and almost lose his balance.

Before he could catch his breath, "Harry"'s second attack followed.

This time, the invisible force directly cut the medicine cabinet into several pieces, and wood chips and glass fragments flew everywhere.

"Damn it!"

Cedric cursed inwardly, and without thinking too much, he quickly waved his wand.

A thought flashed through his mind: Transfiguration is his strong point.

"Transfiguration!"

The chopped medicine cabinet quickly turned into several thick ropes, which were like poisonous snakes and entangled with "Harry".

The sneer on "Harry"'s face froze slightly, and he hurriedly waved his wand to try to break free, but the ropes followed him like a shadow, tightly binding his legs.

Taking this opportunity, Cedric quickly retreated to where Madam Pomfrey was, and quickly bent down to try to carry her on his back.

But "Harry" broke free faster than he expected.

"Stop!"

Cedric turned back and roared, and at the same time raised his wand and cast another Transfiguration spell.

The bed suddenly deformed under "Harry's" feet, and the bed board folded up instantly, clamping "Harry" tightly, especially his right hand holding the wand.

"Ah!!"

A strange roar erupted from "Harry".

He stared at Cedric with anger flashing in his vertical pupils.

He struggled even more frantically, and the wooden board creaked harshly because of his strength, as if it would break at any time.

Cedric gritted his teeth and carried Madam Pomfrey on his back, his legs trembling slightly.

He turned his head to look at the door of the ward, which was only a few steps away. He had a chance to rush out for help!

But time was running out!

"Harry" let out a low roar, and suddenly waved his left hand, and a more violent force surged out of his body.

This time, he didn't need a wand at all, and he released this energy to the fullest with his left hand.

Cedric felt an irresistible force rushing towards him, and the air seemed to be torn apart at this moment.

His body was hit by a huge force, and he lost his balance. Madam Pomfrey on his back slid to the ground, and he himself was directly blown away by this force!

"Bang--"

The glass window was smashed, and the fragments flew in the sunlight, flashing cold light like countless sharp blades.

Cedric's body rolled in the air and fell to the grass outside the window.

He heard the whistling wind and his own screams in his ears, and the last thought flashed through his mind.

"It's over, I'm really going to die this time..."

However, he did not feel the impact of the ground.

Before he fainted, his body suddenly stopped in mid-air and then slowly fell to the ground.

At the last glance, a familiar blond was standing outside the school hospital with a wand in hand.

......

"Harry"'s vertical pupils shrank slightly.

He moved the wand to his left hand with difficulty, waved his trembling fingers, and lifted the deformation spell on the bed board.

Click!

The wooden board returned to an ordinary bed, and the moment it was released, his feet landed steadily on the ground.

He lowered his head, panting, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

The hand covering his head trembled slightly, as if something was tearing in his mind.

"Hogwarts... I'm in Hogwarts?"

He murmured in a low voice, his eyes sweeping over everything in the room.

After a moment, his brows knitted tightly.

"Who am I then? Why can't I remember anything..."

His headache became worse, as if a sharp ice cone was stirring wildly in his brain.

Bang!

He turned around abruptly, no longer paying attention to Madam Pomfrey who was lying beside him, his eyes cold and resolute.

He quickly walked through the ward of the school hospital.

The other patients in the ward had already been frightened by the previous movement and huddled in the corner. At this time, they held their breath and dared not make any sound.

But "Harry" did not stop at all.

He rushed straight to the exit of the school hospital, and any obstacles in front of him - whether it was furniture or nurses who rushed over in a hurry, were all knocked away by his wave of his wand.

"Bang! Crack!"

The chair hit the wall and broke into two pieces, and a nurse fell heavily to the ground and screamed.

"Don't block my way."

He whispered, with a cold threat in his voice.

His eyes were fixed on the exit, as if that was his only goal.

Threat Arrives

As soon as he reached the door of the infirmary, his steps suddenly stopped.

A strong sense of threat came like a gust of cold wind, making his body subconsciously tense.

His vertical pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes quickly swept towards the source of the threat.

At the end of the corridor, a figure appeared in his sight.

Her golden hair shone in the dim light, and her dark brown eyes stared sharply at him.

The young man held the wand tightly in one hand, raised it slightly, and frowned deeply.

"Harry?"

The young man spoke, with doubts and temptation in his voice.

This name was like a thin needle that accurately penetrated the depths of "Harry's" mind.

His breathing stagnated suddenly, and a look of pain flashed across his vertical pupils, followed by boundless anger.

"Harry...Potter?"

He repeated the name, his voice low and low, like a curse squeezed from the back of his throat.

In an instant, huge hatred surged out of his heart. It was an uncontrollable emotion that seemed to tear everything apart.

"I want...to destroy this name!"

His eyes suddenly became wild, and his vertical pupils were locked on the blond boy at the end of the corridor.

He raised his left hand and waved his wand vigorously.

"boom--"

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