People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

"Since you don't want me to get close, I can give you this time."

Others, including Harry, did not continue talking. There was still one warrior left in the Triwizard Tournament.

The Goblet of Fire changed color again.

Furong looked pale and seemed about to cry.

Madame Maxime walked up to her and held her hand. The Beauxbatons students around her were also nervous and worried.

The parchment flew into Dumbledore's hands.

But this time, he smiled.

"Heroic Spirit: Lily Evans, Contractor: Harry Potter!"

All the students of Beauxbatons breathed a sigh of relief.

If they had known in advance that their school's warrior quota had been taken, they would have been very angry.

But now it seems like I have survived a disaster.

"Lily! Lily! Lily!" Snape shouted three times in a row.

The wand, which was regarded as a second life by wizards, was thrown aside.

He waved his fists, and his face was filled with unprecedented joy and tears.

"Mom!" Harry, who also shouted, seemed to be under a petrification spell.

Snape's expression and actions shocked him more than Voldemort's appearance just now.

Various discussions were also heard on the field, discussing the relationship between the Savior's mother and Snape.

In such an atmosphere, the red-haired girl walked out of the flaming gate.

"This is Professor Harry from Hogwarts. Severus Dumbledore!"

Green eyes looked at the face that looked almost identical to her husband's.

The moment when emerald eyes meet.

The mark of the lily appeared on the back of Harry's hand.

He finally understood why the two people before couldn't help but scream out.

It was a pain that felt like the skin on the back of the hand was being torn off.

However, it only made him grin.

He subconsciously looked at Riddle, and a hint of jealousy seemed to flash across his handsome face, and then it became calm again, as if it was just an illusion.

He immediately threw this doubt behind him.

Because the big black bat was approaching Mom.

With the agility of a Seeker, he left his seat and jumped down in an instant.

On the other side, Snape picked up his wand and staggered over, "Lily, long time no see."

"Stay away from my mother!" Harry was so angry that he pushed Snape to the ground.

But Snape was not angry at all. The pain of colliding with the ground made him realize that this was not a dream, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"He's your Uncle Snape," Lily scolded her son.

"Uncle," Snape said, half crying and half laughing, "I am not worthy!"

The joy of Lily's reappearance suppressed her rationality.

It was he who told the Dark Lord the prophecy of the savior. How could he, who killed Lily, deserve the title?

"No, you deserve it." There was relief in Lily's eyes, a joy of seeing her childhood friend return to the right path and succeed.

It's no exaggeration to say that she has a smart brain.

From what she had just observed, the Triwizard Tournament was being held here.

Judging from the fact that Dumbledore is still the headmaster and the youthfulness of the students, Voldemort and his forces have been defeated.

And it was obviously Snape, the Hogwarts professor.

This childhood friend who studied with her at Hogwarts and parted ways with her because he joined the Death Eaters, either came to his senses and made great efforts to defeat Voldemort and his men, or he was an undercover agent from the beginning.

Such a Snape deserves her pride and happiness.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 237 Magic is power

Everyone thought it was all over, after all, the three warriors for the Triwizard Tournament had been determined.

Their attention was more focused on the four ghosts that appeared.

There is no doubt that these ghosts are all dead.

After all, the mother of the famous savior is in it.

She was so familiar with the Slytherin Headmaster and Potions Professor, and their ambiguous eye contact was so intense that no one was willing to blink or look away.

The exposed Harry Potter made them feel as if James Potter had been reborn and caught cheating.

But even with such excitement, nearly half of the people still paid attention to the other three ghosts.

Two of the twins looked exactly like the Weasley twins, except that their hair was browner.

The name Prewett, which was once prominent but has now disappeared from the wizarding world, is not unfamiliar to the Slytherins who are obsessed with the theory of bloodline.

Soon the Slytherins began to buzz with voices that spoke of the history of the Prewetts, and the whereabouts of the only surviving Prewett.

Molly Weasley's last name before marriage was Prewett.

Before Ron realized that the Prewett brothers were his relatives and before Ginny could take her eyes off her boyfriend, the Weasley twins ran onto the field and pulled up to the Prewett brothers.

"Are you my mother's relative?" "Should we call you uncle?"

The Prewett brothers raised their eyebrows at the same time. "Why do you say such stupid things?" "After seeing our faces."

Four identical faces began to talk.

The black-haired Slytherin boy, who was being watched warily by everyone, said nothing and looked in the direction of the Goblet of Fire, as if there would be some changes.

And Bagel was very disappointed.

The novel version of Barty Crouch Jr. undoubtedly knew about Voldemort's past.

He had a more special feeling towards Voldemort. It was more like a feeling of loneliness in the world and finding another better kind of his own, and longing to be recognized by him.

He knew that the Dark Lord and he had a lot in common. Both had very disappointing fathers... very disappointing fathers, both had inherited their fathers in disgrace, both had happily... very happily... killed their fathers.

He knew Voldemort so well, even including his disgraceful past.

But that's clearly not the case with the movie version of Barty Crouch Jr.

Otherwise, before Dumbledore and Harry's spell touched Tom Riddle, Barty Crouch Jr.'s protective spell would have blocked it in advance and would have gotten rid of his disguise.

"What bad luck, I didn't collect little Barty's memory."

'But there's something more interesting.'

A thousand paper cranes flew up tremblingly and disappeared into the air.

Bajir raised the corners of his mouth, and the blue light of the Goblet of Fire flickered in his azure eyes.

Suddenly it turned red.

The next second, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

Including Lily, Harry and Snape who were still acting out the triangle drama of 'You deserve it, I don't deserve it, stay away from my mother', and the Prewett-Weasley twins who were discussing the techniques of pranks.

There was a uniform sound of people sucking in cold air from Beauxbatons.

Dumbledore stepped forward and held out his hand.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her hand holding the note trembled, "Ali. Ali"

"Albus, you--" Professor McGonagall wanted to step forward, but saw Dumbledore quickly put away the note.

With everyone's eyes focused on the note, Professor McGonagall was not the only one who noticed Dumbledore's gaffe.

"You're crying! Dumbledore, you're crying!" The black-haired boy, who had been as quiet as a puppet, had his delicate features distorted and a ferocious smile like a beast bloomed.

His words seemed to have lifted a fig leaf, and the discussion about Dumbledore's tears and who the dead man whose name began with Ally was instantly spread among the crowd like an acute infectious disease.

And Dumbledore quickly read out the information on the note, as if he was trying to hide something.

"Heroic Spirit: Ariana, Contractee: Fleur Delacour."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the note did not spontaneously combust without fire, but turned into flaming words hanging high in the sky, and that the flaming gate appeared smoothly as he spoke.

Looking at the red-haired girl in a skirt carefully walking out of the gate, the white-haired old man's eyes were extremely gentle.

Just as he was about to get closer and say something, Furong's scream rang out.

It was a phoenix spreading its wings, ready to fly, and a mark made of intricate lines appeared on the back of her hand.

The final mark, the appearance of the contractor seemed to have triggered some mysterious mechanism.

The four marks emitted a bright light, and the four people raised their hands unconsciously.

Four stars gathered on the ceiling.

It was as if a veil was lifted, the stone ceiling lost its grayish-white color, and the vast sea of ​​stars and its shadows surrounded the crowd.

Not only them, but all the wizards on earth were immersed in this strange scene.

After receiving the message from the thousand paper cranes, Fudge and his companions were ready at the Ministry of Magic, ready to make trouble for Dumbledore by taking advantage of the situation.

Voldemort being nursed by Peter Pettigrew in his cradle.

Grindelwald crouched on the stone slab at the top of Nurmengard.

Newt is teasing the Winged Demon in the United States.

Said the mud-boom wizard from Aligado.

The Taoist priests and monks from the Dragon Kingdom who said "Wulian Tianzun" and "Amitabha".

An Indian wizard who chants the names of 'Brahma', 'Lord of Innocence', and 'Lotus Born from the Navel'.

'Ulla' a Russian wizard drinking strong liquor.

Wizards with different languages, regions, cultures, and magic systems are now connected together, transcending the definition of space and wandering in this boundless sea of ​​stars.

It’s not like no one has tried to use magic to test everything around them.

But the plasma beams of various properties that appeared from the small wooden sticks, hand gestures, seals, and rings were all swallowed up by the gauze-like sea of ​​stars in front of them, without causing a ripple.

Then, the light appeared.

coming.

What's coming?

Before I had time to wonder further, the answer automatically appeared in my mind.

The ruler of the subconscious sea, the creator of the sky-curtain beast, the Lord of Creation, the Immortal God is here!

A tiny point of light among countless stars, it attracts everyone's attention like a towering mountain.

The moment my eyes fell on it, all the causes and reasons became inexplicably known.

A game!

Give it a try!

a chance!

A game combining the dead and the living!

An attempt at destiny!

An opportunity to have it all!

Four warriors, four heroic spirits,

Three great things that must be accomplished!