I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He needs to estimate the result based on Tang Mi's life.

John just took a sip and found that the emerald green liquid was very draining.

He was like this already. If it were Tang Mi, he would probably go completely crazy before he even finished drinking.

Voldemort was a genius, there was no doubt about that.

If he can even make such a magic potion, it would be a shame if he doesn't become a Minister of Justice.

After gulping down the emerald green liquid in the bowl, John staggered and steady himself on the stone basin.

Tang Mi looked reluctant and was about to come over, but John shouted at him, "Just do your duty, I won't die. Voldemort is not so merciful that he would let me die so easily."

He knew what kind of man Voldemort was. He wanted to make people suffer more than to kill them.

John bent down, feeling a splitting headache, his mind filled with all kinds of memories.

It was like smashing his brain into pieces and putting it back together again, and the painful expression was suppressed.

He continued to scoop up a bowl of liquid, and this time he didn't pause and poured it directly into his mouth.

Not a drop of liquid was spilled, and there was less liquid in the stone basin.

Just as he thought, there was no other way to deal with this stuff except to drink it.

And you have to finish what you start. Even if John drinks half of it and then gives it to Tang Mi, it won’t work.

After figuring everything out, John told Tang Mi, "No matter what happens, you must let me finish the liquid. Even if I beg you for mercy, you must not show mercy."

"Sir." Tang Mi clenched his fists and finally nodded in agreement.

John scooped up the third bowl and drank it. He felt his fingers cramping and he almost couldn't hold it steady.

Not only the mind but also the body will be damaged.

Various images kept appearing in front of John's eyes, and painful memories came flooding back like a tide.

He couldn't help but let out a low cry, his fingers tightly grasping the stone basin. If this thing wasn't a magical creation, it would have been broken.

He endured the pain and scooped out the fourth bowl.

He felt a little unsteady, so he simply closed his eyes and blocked out all the unpleasant thoughts.

Bringing the bowl to his lips, he found that his hands were out of control, preventing him from drinking.

At this time, John looked at Tang Mi.

He was clearly enduring unbearable pain, but at this moment his eyes were full of pleading.

It's not about asking Tang Mi to save him, but about asking Tang Mi to fulfill his promise.

Tang Mi's eyes were red, he was breathing heavily, and his arms were trembling slightly.

Grabbing John's hand, he brought the bowl close to John's lips.

John wanted to laugh, but the conditions did not allow it.

As he drank the bowl, he closed his eyes and the expression on his face gradually became one of horror.

This time he didn't even have the strength to steady himself, and he fell down and almost rolled into the lake.

"grown ups!"

Tang Mi rushed over to catch John, his eyes were bloodshot, very scary.

John grabbed Tang Mi fiercely and said unconsciously, "Drink."

Tang Mi was trembling all over, and he tried hard to suppress his sadness and scooped out some more water from the stone basin.

As a person with a strong will, drink along with the fifth bowl.

John had basically lost his ability to speak, his body was twitching, and he couldn't feel his fingers being cut by stones.

It was as if a hundred Dementors were surrounding him and everything he had was leaving him.

He could have begged for mercy, but for some reason no sound came out.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth; he had bitten his mouth.

"Sir, I really can't. Please stop."

Tang Mi's voice was trembling and his expression was embarrassed, hoping to hear a plea for mercy from John.

Even with just one sentence, he could convince himself to take John away.

He scooped out a sixth bowl from the stone basin, which was already half empty.

John's tightly closed mouth squeezed out a small gap, allowing the liquid to flow into his mouth.

I drank this bowl of wine very slowly, and every second was torture.

Tang Mi pleaded, "Sir, let's leave. You can't drink anymore."

There was no response, Tang Mi felt heartbroken.

He wanted to vent his anger but didn't know where to start, so he could only go and scoop up the seventh bowl.

In fact, John was already close to his limit by the fourth bowl, but he used mental magic on himself before drinking it.

The mental magic suggested to him that he should drink it, no matter what.

At the same time, you are not allowed to talk under any circumstances.

Consciousness was condensed into a point, and the only thing that remained were these two hints.

In the seventh bowl, John struggled physically, as if someone invisible was torturing him.

His consciousness returned to the Azkaban laboratory in Extis. The endless torture amplified the pain a hundred times, making his life worse than death.

Tang Mi finally managed to hold down John, who was about to bang his head against the stone basin. He spoke in a gentler tone than he had ever used in his life, as if he was coaxing a child.

"My Lord, it will be fine soon. Just hold on a little longer, just a little longer."

Trying hard not to collapse, Tang Mi knew that he could die, but he must not let John's efforts go to waste.

Having said that, he raised his hand several times and couldn't help but tremble.

He yelled, "Stop shaking, you coward!"

He opened his mouth and his canine teeth pierced his arm. The blood and pain finally stopped his hand from shaking.

He scooped out the eighth bowl, and the emerald green liquid in the stone basin was almost empty.

The bowl was handed to John's mouth, but he refused to open it.

Is it going to fail at the last moment?

Tang Mi was anxious, so he pinched John's mouth open and put his fingers in to press against John's teeth.

The liquid went down his throat, John clenched his teeth subconsciously, and Tang Mi felt pain in his fingers.

Sweat ran down his cheeks, but Tang Mi didn't take his fingers out. He went to scoop the ninth bowl.

The stone basin became much less full, and the ninth bowl was poured into John's mouth.

This time John finally stopped being silent. He screamed miserably.

"Let me...leave..."

John's psychological defenses were torn apart, and Tang Mi held back his sadness.

As he scooped up the liquid, the bowl scraped to the bottom, leaving only a thin layer.

"It will be all right soon, sir."

He held down the screaming John with all his strength and poured the liquid into him.

John felt like he was going to die, and with this thought filling his mind, he gradually stopped.

The breath of life is rapidly declining.

Tang Mi gave the tenth bowl to John to drink, and immediately scooped out the last bowl without stopping.

Seeing that John had stopped struggling, he poured the last bowl of wine into his mouth.

John's Adam's apple moved slightly until the last drop was gone and he was completely motionless.

"My lord, wake up!"

Tang Mi threw down the bowl and called John anxiously.

Taking out his wand, he cast a spell on John: "Enervate"

John still didn't move, which made Tang Mi very scared.

"Resuscitate quickly!"

"Revitalization!"

"Resuscitate quickly!"

He continued to use healing spells, but John still did not respond.

"grown ups--!"

Tang Mi couldn't hold it anymore now, he screamed heartbreakingly.

at this time.

At the edge of the Black Lake, a pale hand grabbed John's feet and was about to drag him down.

Tang Mi saw this and waved his wand like crazy.

The curse attacked the corpses in the Black Lake, and he was already bloodthirsty.

There are more and more Yin corpses, and they seem to be unable to kill them all.

When Tang Mi was dealing with the Yin corpse, a mouse hiding on the island in the middle of the lake took the opportunity to run towards the stone basin.

The emerald green liquid had disappeared, replaced by a gold locket at the bottom.

The mouse picked up the locket, with a look of pride in his little eyes.

Looking at John who had stopped moving, there was hatred in his eyes.

Just when the Yin Corpse was about to drag the two people away, the mouse looked again and saw that the person who was supposed to be motionless had opened his eyes.

That moment.

The mouse's hair stood up all over its body.

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Chapter 246: Labyrinth and Vortex

The third event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin.

Hagrid, Moody, McGonagall, and Flitwick, four professors, entered the venue and after a thorough investigation, they found no ambushes or mad animals. Even the Goblet of Fire was checked, and only then did they let the warriors in.

"Where's John?"

Daphne didn't look at John, she looked behind Heinrich.

"He left for something." Heinrich stared at the maze below the stands and said, "He kept us alert."

Knowing that John wouldn't do anything without a purpose, Daphne asked, "John, do you think something will happen?"

"maybe."

Heinrich didn't comment. They were near the entrance.

Four warriors enter the stadium at the call of Ludo Bagman.

The professors all had red stars on their hats, except Hagrid, who had a red star on the back of his terry vest.

Professor McGonagall said to the four warriors, "We will patrol outside the maze. If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, shoot red sparks into the sky and someone will come to help you. Do you understand?"

After the mermaid incident, the third project improved the protection of the warriors' personal safety.

The warriors nodded to show that they understood.

"Good luck, Harry," Hagrid whispered to Harry.

But he felt that the voice was too low because the warriors were very close to each other.