thefictionvixens Chapter 231 Three Warriors Form an Alliance to Capture Harry
Chapter 231 Three Warriors Form an Alliance to Capture Harry
Chapter 231 The Three Warriors Form an Alliance to Capture Harry
Picking up where we left off, Dumbledore came to ask Harry if his aunt and uncle could watch the game. Upon hearing this, Harry shook his head vigorously.
He said, "Professor, don't mention it! It's a time when ghosts and wolves lurk everywhere, what use would you be calling those two scoundrels?"
"When I see them, it feels like a ten-foot-long block of ice has formed in my stomach!"
Dumbledore shrugged. "Well, I was just thinking that Remus and Sirius are both too busy, so perhaps you'd be willing to meet some other relatives."
"In that case, invite the Weasley family to the school for a drink."
Harry said that, turned around, and left without looking back.
When Dumbledore saw him go far away, he moved to the fireplace in the inner room, picked up a letter, and threw it into the embers.
Suddenly, a burst of green flames erupted with a crackling sound, and soon Arthur Weasley's head was reflected in the flames.
Dumbledore recounted in detail how he and Ron had joined forces to fight Voldemort, and concluded by saying, "Although Ron's magical abilities are very high, almost comparable to the professor's, he is still a minor."
"I need your permission."
Upon hearing the words "Let's fight Voldemort together" in the fireplace, Arthur felt his features stiffen and his body grow cold.
Even if Dumbledore praised Ron's magical skills, it wouldn't warm him up.
Dumbledore sat quietly before the fire, the firelight flickering on his spectacles.
His expression remained calm as he slowly spoke, "Arthur, this is just a request."
Arthur's lips trembled a few times, and he made a few muffled sounds in his throat. He gave a wry smile and said, "Mr. Dumbledore, you've really given me a difficult problem."
Dumbledore said gently, "It's just a request."
Arthur remained silent for half an hour, the fire in the fireplace gradually died down, and even Fox on the shelf had long since buried his head and neck in his feathers and fallen asleep.
Just then, a burst of sparks erupted from the fireplace, and Arthur said decisively, "I agree."
"If Ron can be of any help in the fight against the Mystic, I agree to let him go with you."
"If Voldemort really comes back to life, then even more people will be threatened, controlled, and forced to die."
"What happened back then should never happen again."
Poems as proof:
A seven-foot-tall man would abandon his own flesh and blood, prioritizing the world over his own family.
Young children, with hearts set on vanquishing demons, bravely march side by side into the tiger's den.
These words, though spoken calmly, were truly thought-provoking and every word was startling.
Dumbledore remained silent for a long time before slowly asking, "And what about Molly?"
Without hesitation, Arthur replied, "She'll eventually agree. I know my wife."
Dumbledore nodded slightly. "In other words, I wouldn't agree at the very beginning."
"—Yes, and they'll definitely start arguing with me without even asking what happened—"
Arthur muttered something for a moment, then raised his voice, "Let Ron go. I'm the head of the family, and I have no objection."
Time flew by, and with only three days left until the final, both the spell and potion classes were suspended, and the students were allowed to study on their own.
Although everyone regretted not being able to learn any more new spells, the thought that they would no longer have to see Snape's demanding face brought smiles to their faces.
To ensure Harry could exert maximum effort in the fight against Voldemort, Dumbledore persuaded the referee before his departure to allow the four champions to bring additional weapons for the final battle.
This order caused a huge stir. The entire faculty and students were abuzz with discussion, many wanting to find Dumbledore to get to the bottom of things, but they couldn't find him anywhere.
And Ron also disappeared, only to be told that he had broken his leg and was recuperating at the school hospital.
Hermione always looked gloomy whenever she covered for him. In the past, she often lamented how far she was from Harry, but now, she couldn't even see Ron's shadow.
On the day of the final, McGonagall invited the families of the four warriors to the school, and Harry also accompanied the Weasleys as they strolled around the castle.
The Weasleys, having been away from Hogwarts for decades, were overwhelmed with emotion upon returning to their familiar surroundings.
Sometimes they would point out a certain covered walkway and say that it wasn't like this back then; other times they would find some old acquaintances and stand on the stone steps to talk about some interesting stories from the past.
The group chatted as they walked, unaware that the sun was beginning to set. Around dusk, Harry led the Weasleys to the Great Hall for dinner.
Arthur looked around and saw the students bustling about like birdsong, the candlelight reflecting the starry sky above, just as it had been years before. He murmured in a daze, "Ah, Hogwarts food... I never thought I'd have the chance to eat it again—"
Molly had thoroughly enjoyed her revisit of the place and her mind was gradually calming. She looked around, then suddenly sensed something was amiss and frowned, saying, "Wait, where's Ron?"
Upon hearing this, Arthur's warm expression froze. He coughed twice, looked away, and stammered, "I suppose he's working out somewhere? You know, Ron has been obsessed with fitness all these years."
"So obsessed that he doesn't even eat dinner?" Molly's brow furrowed with suspicion. "He didn't even glance at his mother when she came to school?"
Upon hearing this, Arthur broke out in a cold sweat. He tried to find some words to respond, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't swallow or spit it out.
Just then, McGonagall flicked his sleeves and cast a megaphone spell, announcing, "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I will be inviting you to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final game of the Triwizard Tournament."
"Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports field."
As soon as he finished speaking, Harry and the other three got up from their seats.
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted all around, causing the candlelight on the long table to flicker.
Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, patted Harry on the shoulder, and said with a complicated tone, "Be careful, Harry."
Molly pulled Harry into her arms and smiled, "Go on, kid, I believe you can win the championship."
Hermione then took out a bottle of scalded flaming whiskey from under the long table, intending to give Harry a farewell dinner.
Harry glanced at the wine and laughed, "Pour the wine, I'll be right back!"
Having said that, he turned and strode away with the warriors.
When the group arrived at the Quidditch pitch, the scene before them had changed drastically.
A twenty-foot-high hedge, like an iron barrel, tightly enclosed the area. A gap appeared directly in front, which was the entrance to the maze. The passages inside were deep and dark, and no light could be seen at a glance.
Narudo rubbed his face and grinned, "Alright, warriors, take a look at the third challenge you're about to face."
"Excuse me for leaving, I must go greet Minister Fouché—"
After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry.
As Harry watched him walk away, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Oh dear! I drank too much wine earlier, and now my stomach is bloated. Please allow me to do you a favor."
He turned and left the scene, walking to a dark corner in the distance. He then transformed his body into lips and exhaled a cloud of mirage.
The figures of Dumbledore, Liu Tao, and others could be vaguely seen in the audience, as if they were gathering from the clouds.
As Harry left, Fleur glanced at Krum and Cedric, then suddenly asked, "What are your scores now?"
Krum paused, not understanding his meaning, but still answered in a deep voice, "Sixty-six points."
Cedric narrowed his eyes, as if he had realized something, and continued, "Sixty-eight."
Furong nodded, casually tossing her silver hair behind her. "I'm seventy points."
Krum mentally calculated for a moment, then his expression turned hostile. "Are you trying to show off?"
"Of course not!" Fleur gave her the look she'd given a dazed, delirious man. "You should know how many points Potter scored, right?"
"Ninety-five points!"
Cedric's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately understood. "You want us to join forces against Harry?"
“That’s right!” Fleur pointed her head and said without any hesitation, “Admit it, even though Potter is three or four years younger than us, his magical abilities are far superior to ours.”
"If we were to compete individually, who do you think would be the champion?"
Krum, having figured things out, stammered in broken English, "Let Harry be out first, then we can compete again."
"This is in accordance with the rules of the Triwizard Tournament."
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Fleur said firmly, "Winning the trophy in the maze doesn't mean we're champions. As long as Porter gets a low score in the final, we still have a chance!"
"Think about it carefully. Why did the organizers change the final competition rules at the last minute, allowing us to bring weapons other than wands?"
"This is all so we can fight against Harry Potter!"
After he finished speaking, the group remained silent for a long while before Krum asked doubtfully, "But—Potter can also use weapons other than wands."
Fu Rong smiled confidently, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and said, "His foundation isn't strong enough."
As she spoke, she tilted her head back, revealing a necklace adorned with pigeon-blood gemstones for Cedric and Cedric to look at.
"This is a treasure belonging to Beauxbatons, given to me by the headmaster. It can withstand extremely powerful magic."
"Although this is a one-time use item, in my opinion, it should be able to block a few of Potter's spells without any problem."
"Look, it has been hundreds of years, passed through countless hands, and only this tiny trace remains."
Seeing this, Krum also took out a beast tooth from his pocket, which was of unknown origin and had a pale blue light.
"This was sent to me by the vice principal—it's inserted into the body to enhance magic power."
"But there is a side effect—you will feel exhausted after two hours."
After displaying their treasures, the two men both looked at Cedric. The man's expression froze, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained silent.
Have they all been given?
Why didn't Professor Sprout give me anything?
Wait, did she give it to Harry?
Cedric was deep in thought when Fleur, seeing his silence, assumed he was hesitant and spoke up, "Cedric, I know you're Potter's subordinate, but Potter doesn't seem to mind you competing with him, am I right?"
"And Krum, you don't want to be treated like a drowning dog again, like you were at the World Cup, do you?"
These words struck a chord with both of them. Krum grunted, and Cedric's eyes flashed with a dark light before he finally nodded slowly.
Furong's face lit up with joy, and she immediately extended her palm, "Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate."
Cedric and Krum were silent for a moment, then their eyes met one after the other.
"It's a pleasure working with you."
"A pleasant collaboration."
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the sky turned a deep blue, and the stars gradually began to appear before Harry returned.
People were starting to appear in the stands, and the first to arrive was Fudge, the Minister of Magic.
Behind him followed thirty to fifty subordinates and people from the official newspaper, a dense crowd occupying most of the stands, making quite a grand spectacle.
Hundreds of students surged into the venue like a tide, their voices clamoring and footsteps echoing, revealing a restless atmosphere.
On the referee's stand, Ludo took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and shouted in a booming voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final of the Triwizard Tournament!"
As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted all around, making the hedges on the sidelines rustle.
"Let's get straight to the point: four warriors need to venture deep into the maze and retrieve the trophy!"
"The final match isn't truly over until the trophy falls into the hands of the Warriors!"
"Ah, one more thing, if the warriors encounter difficulties and need rescue, fire red sparks into the sky—"
"Friendly reminder: Using off-field rescue will result in disqualification from the match by default."
After Ludo finished explaining the rules and procedures of the competition, the atmosphere in the arena was soaring to the heavens.
Harry and his three friends each took their positions, and at the sound of a sharp whistle, they strode straight into the maze.
As the scarred man walked, the thought of "killing Voldemort" kept recurring in his mind.
This thought burned so intensely that his eyes turned bloodshot, and his entire body surged with murderous intent, like a mountain of knives collapsing and snow falling, or a sea of fire raging, or even more like a gust of wind blowing in the face in the twelfth lunar month, truly chilling to the bone.
This malevolent aura spread out, causing the hairs on the back of Cedric's neck to stand on end, as if they were thorns in his back.
He charged ahead into the maze, while Furong and the other two deliberately lagged behind, slowing their pace by a third.
Fleur glanced at those around her. Krum understood, silently took the fang, stabbed it fiercely into his own arm, and then handed it to Fleur.
Hibiscus took the pass and planted it on her shoulder, then passed it to Cedric. After the three of them finished their turn, they felt their blood surging, as if burning coals were coursing through their veins.
The surging magic was so intense that it surpassed the effect of taking ten doses of magic-replenishing potions.
The three followed Harry inside, and after walking only a few dozen steps, a clearing suddenly appeared before them, branching into four secluded paths.
As Harry was examining the scene, Fleur suddenly shouted sharply, "Do it!"
With a single shout, the three of them took their wands and aimed them at Harry, casting spells.
"Burning Flames!"
"Disarm you!"
"Deaf and blind!"
The three raised their wands in unison, and three fierce beams of light shot out from three directions.
A crimson flame swirled like a fiery python, a golden light flashed like a shooting star, and a black mist twisted like a venomous snake, all carrying the force of wind and thunder, heading straight for Harry's back!
The cursed light instantly reached within three inches of her back. Upon seeing this, Furong's pupils dilated, and her heart leaped into her throat.
But then Harry glanced sideways at him, drew his wand, and said coldly, "Dispel All Curses."
In an instant, an invisible gale suddenly rose up within three miles of Harry, descending from the top of the sky!
The three beams of incantation light vanished as quickly as a flickering candle in a hurricane before they could even touch him.
The three women, including Furong, felt as if a thousand-pound millstone was pressing down on their spines; their knees buckled, and they nearly collapsed.
Damn!
He's stronger than I thought!
Gotta run!
Furong opened her mouth, about to utter half a sentence, when a crisp sound suddenly came from her neck.
"Click."
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