Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

I hope he really knows his limits and doesn't end up inviting trouble and bringing disaster upon himself.

"Now! Cedric! Listen to my whistle!" Bagman shouted loudly.

As the whistle sounded, Cedric immediately ran into the maze. He was number one in points, so he should be the first to enter the maze.

Soon after, Harry and the other two came in. Ivan looked at their backs, then looked at the clay sculpture in his hand that looked 70% like Cedric, and couldn't help but sigh.

Before the game started, he found Cedric and told him that if things went wrong, he should pretend to be dead first, hoping that he would listen to him.

Dumbledore heard Ivan's sigh, looked back, and seeing the solemnity on the boy's face, he also felt a little worried.

He also had a bad feeling...

Chapter 348: Dark Moments of Game

All the warriors have entered the maze, and everyone in the audience is looking at the entrance nervously!

But soon they stopped being nervous because they were bored...

I don’t know why, even though he knew there might be problems today, Old Deng still didn’t let everyone see what was going on inside the maze.

Don't wizards have projection magic? Just waiting like this, no one knows what happened in the maze, is it fun?

He didn't understand what they were insisting on, but he didn't feel bored anyway.

On the surface, Alvin was resting with his eyes closed, but in fact he was checking the situation through the little eyes in the shadows of Harry and the other three.

……

Inside the maze, Harry couldn't help but feel a little scared. The further he went inside, the darker the light became, and he always felt like someone was staring at him from behind.

Moreover, the empty environment before his eyes always made the scene of that nightmare appear before his eyes!

Fragments and flashes from time to time, adding a hint of darkness to Harry's heart...

Cedric separated from him at a fork in the road not far from the start, each searching for the trophy.

boom!

A ball of fire exploded at Harry's feet.

Harry raised his wand and looked towards where the fireball came from. A Gronckle was lying on the rubble at the intersection on the left.

Harry was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Alvin would actually lend out his precious dragons!

Fortunately, he was very familiar with the habits of Glencore dragons because Ron had a good relationship with a Glencore dragon.

Glencore Dragon only has six fireballs. As long as you can survive these six, this level will be easy to pass.

After surviving the Glencore dragons, they were met with the night dragons that moved in groups. These gregarious dragons that were good at imitating and arranging things actually formed the shape of a Hungarian tree peak in the dark maze!

Harry started to complain after he saw through it. He swore! This was definitely the work of Ivan. Only he could do such a thing! He was definitely the one who taught these night dragons to imitate tree bees to scare people!

After dodging another wave of suffocating smoke dragons pretending to be ghosts, Harry reunited with Cedric.

"Harry! What a coincidence."

"Yeah, I didn't run into Furong and the others."

"Let me tell you! You don't know what Ivan did! He actually released a group of devouring dragons in there, and I almost got bitten off my butt! Ivan is such a horrible person!" Cedric couldn't wait to start complaining to Harry.

Harry was the same. He talked with Cedric about Ivan's inappropriate behavior while walking. Along the way, there were many traps and mechanisms that could fully prove that they were all designed by Ivan!

If you step on a rock, a wooden stick will pop out from behind you. At the top of the stick is a hand with a sword-like finger pointing up, poking you...

Then you will~

Chrysanthemums are blooming~

No need to think! This trap was definitely designed by Ivan!

If you want to avoid being tricked, you have to carefully identify whether there is something wrong with a certain area, and then use magic to interrupt those mechanisms.

These areas are different from normal aisles. They are either too quiet or too noisy. In short, they test the contestants' insight.

Red fireworks rose into the sky and Furong withdrew from the competition.

Furong was carried out and everyone expressed regret that her leg was injured. Although she was given painkillers in time, the bones that pierced the flesh looked so terrible.

I don’t know what she’s been through, but it doesn’t matter, Madam Pomfrey will be able to heal her soon, without even having to go to the infirmary!

However, after she was cured and after watching the game! She also had to stay in the school clinic for two days, no discussion! It was already a great favor to let her wait until the game was over!

Ivan knew that Fleur accidentally stepped on the Devil's Web while fighting the eight-eyed giant spider. Because the situation was critical, in order to avoid being eaten by the spider, Fleur decisively used light to repel the Devil's Web. Regardless of her falling body, she killed the spider.

Unfortunately, she was also hit hard by the eight-eyed giant spider, flew far away, and hit a rock heavily. Moreover, new giant spiders emerged, so she had to release fireworks to ask for help.

After a while, Krum was also eliminated. Karkaroff was so angry that he didn't even look at Krum when he was carried out.

Maybe there were too many people. Karkaroff vented for a while and then sat back down. There were too many people. It was embarrassing!

Harry and Cedric were in trouble. The last section of the maze started to turn upside down. It seemed like it was going to bury them alive. The two ran away.

Cedric was still entangled in the Devil's Snare. Seeing the maze behind that was about to bury people alive coming, Harry turned back and rescued Cedric.

The trophy was right in front of him. In fact, Harry could completely ignore Cedric. As long as he got the trophy, the championship would be his, and the eternal glory would also be his!

As for Cedric, he wouldn't be in any danger anyway, but it didn't matter, the magic of the maze wouldn't let them die.

"Honestly, at that moment, I thought you would give up on me and leave alone." Cedric forced a smile and pressed the wound on his leg tightly.

After the wound stopped bleeding, he used the freezing spell to reduce the output power to seal the wound, just like how Alvin treated dragon wounds in the dragon taming class as an assistant instructor.

"I can't abandon my friends," Harry said calmly.

"Go and get it. You saved me once, and the trophy should be yours." Cedric said, pointing at the trophy.

"No! I'm just lucky, you should get the trophy." Harry evaded.

The two argued for a few sentences, but the maze behind them started to cause trouble again. The sand and gravel on the ground turned into the mouth of a giant beast and bit towards them.

Finally, the two looked at each other and had the same idea!

"It's all the glory of Hogwarts anyway, it doesn't matter who gets it!"

"Yes, let's take them together. Hogwarts is the champion!"

Then they both stood up at the same time and grasped the handle of the trophy.

In an instant, the space twisted, and Harry and the other boy only felt the portkey step on it again, and then it fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh~ where is this?"

"I don't know, but it's not a school!"

“It looks like a cemetery.”

Swish~

There was a sound of footsteps. The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a black robe walking towards them.

The moment Harry made contact, he felt a burning pain on the scar on his forehead!

"Who are you! Where is this place!" Cedric raised his wand and questioned the person who came.

"Deal with the irrelevant people!" a sinister and hoarse voice came~

"Avatar Setara!"

A bolt of green lightning hit Cedric, knocking him out!

"No!" Harry shouted!

Inside the stadium stands, the sculpture in Ivan's hand cracked in two...

Chapter 349: Socket Spirit! He's alive!

Harry felt like something was about to explode in his head! What did he see! Cedric, killed before his eyes!

How could he not recognize that spell? Professor Moody had demonstrated it to him more than once! It was the culprit spell that left the scar on his head.

"Bastard! You actually killed him!" Harry roared and raised his wand to fight the man in black.

"Don't waste your time talking to him, just get started!"

"Yes, master." A dull voice fell, and a disarming spell flew over and knocked Harry's wand down.

Harry was disarmed before he could even put up a fight. Before he could even reach his pocket, he was restrained and tied to the statue of the Grim Reaper in the cemetery.

At this moment, Harry also saw clearly the reason why the scar on his head was so painful in the black man's arms.

A wrinkled, dark, red, hairless man with scaly skin, like a skinned dead rat! His arms were thin and long, like chicken claws, hooking the neck of the man in black.

That face… oh~ if that could still be called a face! On that flat, snake-like face, a pair of blood-red eyes were glittering.

It looked like a baby, but Harry swore that no living baby would look like this!

And he would never forget that familiar pair of red eyes! It was the eyes on the back of the head of first-year Quirrell. It was him! Voldemort!

With a whoosh, a flame ignited under the big crucible. The flame was very hot, and bubbles began to bubble up in the pot as soon as it was lit.

The man in black walked over and threw Voldemort, who was like a dead rat, into the boiling pot. The boiling potion instantly swallowed Voldemort.

"Burn him! Burn him! Stew him, stew him till he's done!" Harry screamed madly in his heart!

But in reality, the scar on his forehead made him suffer from excruciating pain, and he couldn't understand why it kept on hurting for so long, it would only last for a while!

"The father's bones, donated unintentionally, can bring your son back to life." A dull voice came from under the black robe. The man waved his wand, and the grave under Harry's feet cracked. A piece of bone flew out, burned above the crucible and fell into the potion.

As the bone fell, the potion in the pot suddenly hissed, sparks flew, and the liquid turned blue, which looked very poisonous!

"Poison him, poison him!" Harry prayed in his heart.

The man in black robe stretched out his hand, holding a gleaming silver dagger in his other hand. Harry also saw her face clearly. It was a woman with empty eyes. She seemed to have been tortured for a long time and looked very haggard.

"The flesh of a servant, given at your command, may bring your master back to life!"

As Harry looked on in horror, the woman chopped off one of her own hands and threw it into the pot, and the potion turned a fiery red.

Harry: No! She's crazy! (,,#?Д?)

No! That's the Imperius Curse!