Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Go find Madam Pomfrey, this warrior is injured!"

Harry dumbly heard all kinds of exclamation and noisy sounds around his ears. He tried to open his eyelids, but found that it was heavy and scary, and then fell asleep again.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Ron yelled anxiously, surrounding Harry.

"I'm here." After Dumbledore appeared in the crowd with hands behind his back, the rest of them immediately made way for him.

"Harry needs a rest. Move him to the infirmary first, Mrs. Pomfrey."

The head nurse nodded.

The messy venue was quiet at this time.

It was only then that people discovered that Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang on the referee seat, had also disappeared.

In the Triwizard Tournament, the two principals disappeared together for a while. What happened?

People don't know.

Maybe they just happened to have a bad stomach and went to the toilet. Look, didn't Dumbledore come back after the game?

"Are you all right? Draco." Pansy asked concerned."At this time, Malfoy had already sat back in the audience, sitting with Pansy and his parents.

Not long ago, he himself slowly walked out of the maze, and when he saw that he had nothing in his hand, the Gryffindor students immediately stood up and cheered.

His face was a little pale, and Pansy felt he was depressed because he lost the championship.

"He was just lucky." Pansy comforted.

"Yes, "his "luck" is really good"," Malfoy murmured. He saw Dumbledore shook his head slightly in his direction just now. Those eyes were full of exhaustion, and he couldn't see As if the plan was successful.

"Baby. Being safe and sound is the best ending. You see, none of the other three people has suffered any injuries." Narcissa was also comforting her son, but she didn't know that she was in the wrong direction.

"Mom, I'm fine, but I feel a little sleepy." Malfoy held his forehead, making a look of sleepiness.

"Then go back and rest." Narcissa said affectionately.

Alongside Boothbarton's camp, Furong still looked at what was happening in front of him in confusion.

That's how Harry Potter got the Goblet of Fire?

She didn't believe that Malfoy, who had always been so good at it, would lose to the savior with no name.

When Malfoy appeared at the exit of the maze, Fleur thought that the champion had already been decided, but what he heard was Malfoy's decision to abandon the game.

There is no shadow of the goblet of fire in his hand.

"It seems that our warrior has really encountered a lot of problems in the maze." Ludo Bagman at the time was ashamed, but he still had to restrain his mood and said forcefully. His voice trembled, but No one noticed.

"Next, let us wait quietly for the return of the last warrior. Can Mr. Harry Potter from Hogwarts perform a miracle and become the champion of this game? Or the top three this time? Will there be a champion in the cup? Let us wait and see." Bagman's voice echoed over the arena.

After waiting for a while, everyone present saw Harry suddenly appear in the middle of the grass, face down, but he could vaguely see a cup-shaped object in his hand.

"The Porter Warrior from Hogwarts is now back in our sight! It looks like he won the game!" Bagman said loudly.

Gryffindor around the auditorium began to cheer loudly again, as if it could rush into the sky.

"It seems that this warrior has suffered some injuries, and the medical staff will treat him soon. We may soon know the ins and outs of this game."

"Congratulations, Dumbledore." Mrs. Maxim was reluctant, but she thanked Dumbledore very gracefully.

"Thank you, Mrs. Maxim." Dumbledore nodded in response when he returned to the referee's bench, but his face did not see the slightest joy of being proud of his students, but heavier and heavier. Up.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" A figure stumbled over from a short distance, and fell several times in the process of ascending the steps, making his head dirty, his dress dusty, and his face even Scratched a few pieces of skin.

"Kakarov?" Mrs. Maxim frowned and looked at the man in front of her. She had never liked this man before, and now she is even more upset after making such a demeanor.

"That person! That person! He really came back! He really came back to Dumbledore, you must save me!" Karkaroff leaned in front of Dumbledore shivering and caught him. Dumbledore said in horror with his long arms.

"Which person?" Mrs. Maxim asked curiously, and then suddenly remembered that the three of them had exchanged briefly before and talked about something.

"Dumbledore, who is he talking about, is that person?" After Mrs. Maxim finished her question, her generous lips were immediately tightened, her eyes narrowed, as if thinking of something terrifying.

Not long after Fleur and Krum retired.

"His." Karkaroff on the referee's bench took a breath, and he felt his arm begin to exude an amazing scorching sensation again, burning his nerves.

But physical pain is secondary. What makes him desperate the most is the fear in his heart, the fear of waiting, the fear of hesitation.

The pain this time was stronger than ever before, and an endless sense of fear surged from his heart, and a voice in his heart told him: "That person has really returned, are you going?"

But if he did go and listened to that person's call, he would be an out-and-out stupid, leaving his life there, and perhaps enduring endless torture in order to be free.

"Yes, we can have a good talk tonight. The time was short last time. I also know that I may not convince you completely, but today..."

"I believe it, I believe it!" Karkaroff's rolled goatee has become messy, his pupils contracted, his hands clinging to Dumbledore tightly, interrupting Dumbledore's next words, as if he was only It is a real life-saving straw.,

He felt that he was really too stupid. He had forgotten Dumbledore's advice for the Triple Finals.

People don’t have a sense of urgency when they don’t really face danger.

The meeting of the three principals a year ago was still fresh in his memory at the time, because he felt that he himself was shy in front of Dumbledore and was quite ashamed.

At that time, under the influence of Dumbledore's inductive magic, he realized the seriousness of the problem at that time, but then quickly left it behind.

So that in the Goblet of Fire, he didn't care about his own image and used all kinds of tricks.

In this situation, it wasn't until the game progressed halfway through that the Dark Mark on his body began to ache, and he converged, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter, and even privately found Snape to verify his conjecture.

Until today, his long-lost master summoned them, and the dark mark on his arm was burning and tender to his nerves, that he truly believed what Dumbledore said a year ago.

That's really not alarmist.