338 Chapter 60, the Trophy Battle

A corner of the maze.

The mist floating in the air turned red at some point. Nicole Flamel looked up at the blood moon that appeared in the sky with a very dignified expression. He took off his black top hat, turned his head and called out: "Wormtail."

No one answered.

So he called out again: "Wormtail?"

Still no answer.

Above the mist, dark clouds gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a muffled thunder rolling among them, and the rattling sounds of the maze shrubs made people feel anxious.

"Wormtail!!"

He shouted as loudly as he could.

"squeak"

There was a rustling sound in the maze, and a gray-haired mouse came out from around the corner. During the run, his body swelled and turned into a dirty short man in a jacket. He rubbed his hands nervously: "Come here, what's the matter, Monsieur Flamel."

"Let's get started, prepare to summon your master."

LeMay said with a blank face.

"Now.?"

Pettigrew looked at his watch wonderingly: "It's not the appointed time yet, the mother body and the holy vessel may not be ready yet."

"It's too late." Nicole Flamel said.

"What happened, Monsieur Flamel?"

"For God's sake!"

Nicole Flamel suddenly became furious. He grabbed a rock and smashed it on Peter Pettigrew's forehead: "Why do you have so many questions, and it took you so long to not respond."

"I'm preparing the cauldron!!"

Peter Pettigrew, who was hit on the forehead by a stone, held his head and screamed.

"Can't you apparate your damned master?" Nicole Flamel scolded persistently, "Isn't he the greatest dark wizard in history? He can't even do such a small thing?"

"Master is too weak! He can't bear the pressure of space tearing Mr. Flamel, besides, didn't you promise Mr. Grindelwald to use that method?"

"Shut up!"

Nicole Flamel drew out his wand like a cat stepping on its tail, and pointed it at the short man.

Peter Pettigrew covered his mouth in fright, stepped back a few steps, his frightened eyes rolled straight, like a mouse being stared at by a cat.

Nicole Flamel panted heavily, and it took him a while to calm down. He put away his wand, and said with a livid face: "Go, find that damned beast, go immediately, don't waste a second!"

His face was tense, Peter Pettigrew didn't dare to refute, he rushed into the depths of the maze as if he had been pardoned.

Nicole Flamel kicked angrily on the lawn after Pettigrew Peter left. He looked up at the blood moon outside the mist, and cursed: "Damn it, you all should die! Everyone should die!!"

Trapped in a maze, he was so enraged by something that hadn't yet happened that he tore out half of his hair.

ten minutes later.

The sound of horseshoes came from the depths of the maze, and he calmed down from his rage, his face was cold and gloomy.

Da da da!

A tall and handsome unicorn rushed out from the depths of the maze.

The unicorn shook its neck angrily, trying to shake off the rope around its neck. Peter Pettigrew was thrown back and forth by it on the ground in embarrassment. He wanted to hold the tall beast, but he couldn't hold him at all.

Seeing Peter Pettigrew's embarrassed posture, Nicole Flamel pulled out his wand and strode forward. He flicked the wand, and a few forked electric lights spewed out from the wand, which were caught on the unicorn like ropes on a horse. neck.

The violent magic caused the unicorn to resist more fiercely. It struggled frantically and threw Peter Pettigrew, who was pulling it, into the sky. Nicole Flamel's expression was iron. He took a glass ball from the wizard's robes and hurled it at the unicorn in the air.

The glass ball hit the unicorn's neck and was shattered. A cloud of pink and crystal-clear smoke seeped out of the glass bottle, wrapping the unicorn's head.

After inhaling the smoke, the huge unicorn swayed on the ground as if drunk. It snorted and shook its head, trying to get out of the pink smoke, but turned He fell to the ground, shaking the ground twice.

Nicole Flamel pulled out his wand and took a step forward.

"Don't hurt him!"

There was a shrill sound in the distance.

A young girl ran wildly from a distance, rushed to Nicole Flamel, and shook his shoulder vigorously: "Hey, let him go. What did he do wrong?"

The dark clouds in the sky covered the moonlight, a flash of lightning tore through the darkness, and illuminated the three people and one beast in white. The handsome unicorn was frightened and tried to stand up, but it was powerless.

"Hey, did you hear that, let him go!"

Furong shook Lemay's arm vigorously. Peter Pettigrew crawled out from the unicorn, rushed to the girl, grabbed her arm without any explanation, and pulled him away from Nicole Flamel.

Nicole Flamel looked at the girl held by Wormtail, without saying a word, his lips were pale.

"Mr. Flamel...?" Peter Pettigrew reminded him: "Let's start the ceremony."

Nicole Flamel, who was reminded, gritted his teeth, sweat dripped down his forehead, he looked away, and moaned: "Damn, Grindelwald, Riddle, you are really a devil."

"Monsieur Flamel!"

Peter Pettigrew couldn't help but stepped forward and reminded him, "When will we start?"

Nicole Flamel watched Peter Pettigrew's short, dirty nails pinching hard on the girl's delicate arms, and he frowned in disgust: "I know what to do, let her go first."

Peter Pettigrew let go of Fleur as promised, but still pointing at her with his wand, he backed away slowly.

Nicole Flamel squatted down and asked Fleur Delacour: "Do you like this unicorn very much?"

"Of course, some people don't like him."

Fu Rong was paralyzed on the ground, staring at the handsome unicorn: "He's so beautiful."

"Then do you want to ride him?"

Nicole Flamel asked, his tone didn't fluctuate, but his hands behind his back kept shaking.

"You let me ride him?"

She asked curiously, "Won't he be angry?"

"Well, if you use a little trick, it shouldn't be too strange."

When Nicole Flamel spoke, sweat flowed down his forehead like a waterfall, the muscles on his face twitched, and his smile was as unnatural as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

"That's good~"

Nicole Flamel turned around and winked at Peter Pettigrew, Peter Pettigrew understood and took out a bottle from his pocket. He opened the bottle and poured the green juice on the grass.

Countless twining vines grew rapidly on the grass, and those vines were intertwined like skeletons. It grew into a chest cavity and spine, and finally, those vines twisted into a living creature's skeleton.

Afterwards, Nicole Flamel waved his magic wand, and more tiny vines grew out of the vines. They were densely packed and continuously differentiated, covering the thick vines that formed the skeleton before like muscle fibers. Once covered, the vines grew green on one side. leaves.

Finally, a three-meter-high female unicorn made entirely of plants stood on the grass in the maze.

Nicole Flamel glanced at the fake unicorn made of plants, then turned around alone, unwilling to look again.

Peter Pettigrew stood beneath the plant unicorn, touching the soil with the last drop of green sap from his fingertips.

And so the ground plants grew again, this time intertwined with each other, forming an exquisite flower ladder that led from the ground to the female unicorn's ribcage, where there was a hole the size of a man.

After doing all this, he couldn't help showing an evil smile, "Go up."

"What's this?"

Fu Rong looked curiously at another female unicorn made of vegetation.

"Holy thing." Peter Pettigrew shrugged indifferently: "If you want him to accept you, you have to become the same existence as it."

"Harming unicorns is a heinous crime. They are pets of the gods, and they must be returned to the gods in the end." Fu Rong said seriously.

"god?"

Wormtail laughed, shaking his head with a smile: "In that case, God shouldn't have created them."

After finishing speaking, Pettigrew Peter rubbed his hands, and bent deeply like a professional hotel waiter: "Please."

Fu Rong looked at the ladder in front of her, her eyes were full of confusion, she touched the ladder, and then retracted her hand like an electric shock, like a child teasing a cobra.

But Wormtail got impatient, he grabbed Fleur's skirt, pressed her back, and pushed her against the vine ladder.

The ladder came alive, wrapped around Fleur like a snake, wrapped her up without any muddle, rolled her into the fake unicorn's chest cavity, and didn't even let her utter a sound.

After she entered the fake unicorn from the chest cavity, countless white and flawless flowers bloomed on the green fake unicorn made of plants, which looked beautiful, just like a real unicorn .

On the other side, the male unicorn, who was depressed due to inhalation of pink smoke, stood up in surprise after seeing the fake unicorn full of white flowers, and snorted rhythmically.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and Wormtail laughed happily.

And Nicole Flamel covered his mouth when he heard the sound coming from behind him.

On the other side, the auditorium.

"What are the warriors doing?"

"Why can't we see what's inside the maze!?"

Someone shouted angrily, "Let's watch the players compete!"

"Liar, big liar!"

"Waste of our time."

"Hurry up and let us see the players."

"That's right, why is it almost half an hour since the start of the competition, and nothing can be seen inside, what are you guys doing as the organizer?"

"Everyone, be quiet, calm down, the sky is a little dark, the wind is a little strong, and the trees in the labyrinth seem to be more lush than I imagined. A little more lush."

The host Ludo Bagman stammered and said that he tried his best to calm the audience's doubts, but he had no confidence because he couldn't see anything. The entire competition venue had been a complete black box since half an hour ago.

Obviously, the audience didn't buy it. It's okay if they don't speak. When they speak, they all point their fingers at the host Ludo Bagman.

"We ran all the way here, just sit here and look at the tree?"

"Who came up with the idea? Why a maze?"

"That's right, the confrontation is so weak, it's not exciting at all."

They waved their hats, smashed drinks, and the discussion was raging. Facing the doubts of so many audiences, he didn't know what to do for a while. He was obedient, and even moved the microphone from the side of his mouth to his chest.

Keenly aware of the confusion in the audience, Grindelwald, who was sitting at the top, couldn't help grinning: "The show has begun."

He clapped his palms, and on the branches of every tree in the maze, densely packed fruits, big or small.

But those fruits are one eye after another.

"oh!!"

In the stands outside the maze, thousands of spectators let out an exclamation. Their eyes are like a TV screen, automatically showing the live broadcast in the maze.

"I saw it, we saw it!"

"yes!"

Ludo Bagman heaved a sigh of relief, the passion flowing in his body finally found an outlet, he raised the microphone to his mouth excitedly again, "Look, who did we see, that's Harry Potter, he's doing What?"

Deep in the maze.

A messy-haired teenager ran wildly. He had messy black hair, glasses on his eyes, and a scar on his forehead. It was Harry Potter.

And a hundred meters away from his line of sight, there is a high platform. On the high platform, a golden trophy shone seductively in the lightning of the night.

The winner of the Triwizard Tournament was so close that no one could avoid being excited. He was so excited that he didn't even see the bushes around him bearing small fruits one after another.

Suddenly, a dark figure rushed into the road ahead of him.

It was a handsome boy, Cedric Diggory took the lead, and he was sprinting towards the trophy at full speed.

Harry knew he couldn't catch up anyway. Cedric was much taller and had longer legs than his. But he didn't want to give up, and immediately accelerated his pace.

When the two of them were fifty meters away from the trophy, Harry saw a huge thing beyond the hedge on the left, moving rapidly towards this side of a crossing road, and Cedric was about to bump into it, but Cedric was so focused on the trophy that he didn't see it.

"Cedric! Watch out to the left!"

Harry Potter yelled.

Cedric Diggory turned his head and saw it, dodged hastily, and avoided colliding with that thing, but the movement was so violent that he fell down.

Harry saw Cedric's wand fly out, and a huge spider crawled over and bent over Cedric.

"Damned!"

cried Harry, and the spell hit the spider's huge, black, hairy body, but it was like throwing a stone at it. The spider twitched, turned quickly and rushed towards Harry.

"Dizzy! Obstacles! Sluggish!"

It didn't work - maybe the spider was too big, or its magic was too strong, and the spell didn't work on it, and instead irritated it more. Harry saw with horror the eight gleaming black eyes and the sharp pincers, and the spider had already landed on him.

The spider lifted him into the air with its front legs, and he struggled desperately. He tried to kick it with his foot, but his legs touched its pincers, and there was a sharp pain immediately. He heard Cedric yelling "Swoon!" too, but his spell didn't work either—the spider opened its pincers again, and Harry raised his wand and yelled "Expelliarmus!"

The disarming spell caused the spider to let him go, but it meant Harry fell from a height of three metres. His injured leg couldn't bear the weight of his body, and he collapsed to the ground. Without even thinking about it, he pointed his wand at the spider's underbelly and yelled, "Damned!"

Cedric uttered the same incantation.

The combination of the two spells did what the one spell couldn't: the spider fell sideways, crushing a hedge, its long, hairy legs sprawled across the ground.

"Harry!" he heard Cedric cry, "are you all right? It didn't fall on you?"

The sound was getting closer and closer, his classmate rushed out from the darkness and hugged him from the ground.

"No." Harry called out breathlessly. He looked down at his leg, bleeding profusely. There was something sticky on the torn robe, which was secreted from the spider's pincers.

He tried to stand up, but his legs shook so badly that he couldn't support the weight of his body. So Cedric Diggory supported him, and the two of them leaned against the hedge only a foot away from the Triwizard Cup, the trophy shining alluringly behind them.

For a while, they were silent.

"Damn weather."

Cedric Diggory was the first to break the silence, he muttered, "I'm afraid it's going to rain soon."

"Yeah, thunder in early spring." Harry agreed, although he didn't know why he took it.

"Did you see them both on the road, Fleur and Krum?" Cedric continued.

Harry: "No."

Cedric: "It's weird, I didn't see them either, it seems like they all disappeared"

"Take it,"

Harry interrupted Cedric suddenly, he closed his eyes and panted, "You've arrived."

Cedric didn't move. He stood there looking at Harry, then back at the trophy, and Harry could see the longing expression on Cedric's face against the lightning in the sky. But after watching for a while, Cedric looked back at him again and took a deep breath.

"You take it, you deserved to win. You saved my life twice."

"That's not the rule," said Harry. He was annoyed, his leg was hurting badly, and now he was hurting all over trying to get rid of the spider: "Whoever comes first scores, you go first. I mean it, I can't run a race with this leg .”

Cedric took a few steps towards the unconscious spider, away from the trophy. He shook his head. "No."

"Stop playing in style," Harry pushed him away impatiently. "Go, get it, and get us out. The rainstorm is coming."

Cedric saw Harry clung to the hedge to steady himself.

"You told me about the dragons," said Cedric, "and if you hadn't warned me, I would have been knocked out of the first event."

"That's when I got help first," said Harry irritably. "You told me the secret of the golden egg, and we're even."

"It was also someone who helped me first," Cedric said.

"We're still even." Harry carefully tested his injured leg, which shook violently as soon as he put the weight on it, and he sprained his ankle when he was thrown by the spider.

"You should have scored higher on the second item," Cedric said stubbornly. "You stayed behind and rescued all the hostages. I should have done that, too."

"I'm the only one who was stupid enough to take that song seriously!" Harry said angrily, "Hurry up and get the trophy! It's really going to rain today, if you don't take it, there might be accidents."

"No," said Cedric.

He walked over to Harry again. Harry glared at him. Cedric is serious. He was giving up an honor that Hufflepuff House had not received in centuries.

"Go ahead," said Cedric. It looked like it took all his willpower to say that. But his expression was firm, and he folded his arms, as if he had made up his mind.

Harry's eyes moved to the trophy. The lightning in the sky imprinted his face on the trophy, and he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself holding it out of the maze. He raised the Triwizard Cup aloft to the cheers of the crowd. He saw that Qiu's face was filled with admiration, which was clearer than before. As long as he won the Triwizard Tournament, everyone would look at him with admiration...

However, the illusion disappeared, and he saw Cedric's stubborn face in the dark.

"We're together," said Harry.

"What?"

"Two people take it at the same time, and Hogwarts still wins. We are tied for the championship."

Cedric glared at Harry and let go of his arms.

"You really want this?"

"Of course," said Harry, "of course... we helped each other get through it, didn't we? The two of us got here together, let's go get it together."

For a moment Cedric seemed unable to believe his ears, then he broke into a smile.

"Listen to you, come on."

He grabbed Harry's arm and helped Harry limp toward the trophy. When they got there, the two each raised their hands above a shiny handle.

"Count to three, okay?"

Harry Potter said, "One—two—three—"

boom!

Accompanied by a burst of blinding lightning.

A huge violent Thunderbird descended from the sky, and the wind that whipped up Harry Potter and Cedric was blown ten meters away.

I saw that the creature was ten meters long, with six wings covering the sky and the sun, and its huge eagle beak was shining in the night sky. The feathers are as gorgeous and slender as fringed silk.

Harry and Cedric looked up, Kiki exclaimed, "What!!??"

subsequently.

Click!

I saw that unprecedented creature stretched out its sharp and heavy claws like the claws of a crane, and stomped the gleaming golden trophy to pieces.