Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Harry woke up from his drowsiness, the smell of disinfectant penetrated his nose, causing him to sneez, opened his eyes, and the white ceiling immediately caught his eye.

"Professor Dumbledore!" The first thing he woke up was to open his mouth, only to find that his throat seemed to be stuck, making no sound.

"Are you awake?" Madam Pomfrey immediately took a look when she saw it, and immediately turned and left, and began to dispense potions in front of a table.

Harry lay flat on the bed and watched Madam Pomfrey's movements. He added the potion to the cauldron. It was bubbling and bubbling. It was different from the usual bitter and pungent taste. Today's taste is still sweet and pleasant , And even want people to take a few more breaths.

"Your throat may have been hurt a bit. I don't know if it was scratched by gravel or something. You may not be able to speak for a while." Madam Pomfrey said to Harry, and Harry gave up the idea of ​​speaking.

"Drink it, you will feel better." Madam Pomfrey lifted Harry up from the bed. "By the way, congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament. Your friends have visited you before. , A few boys and a girl."

Harry knew that Madam Pomfrey was talking about Hermione and Ron, and there should be some of his roommates.

"Oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore said that if you wake up, I will go and notify him immediately. You stay here, don’t move, I will be back soon." Quickly left.

Harry now has time to organize his thoughts.

Is his experience an illusion?

No, the Goblet of Fire is now quietly placed next to his bedside table, and can be reached by reaching out.

The body of the cup seemed to have been cleaned, it was wiped brightly, shining in the sunlight coming in through the window, and reflected in his eyes.

"Does everyone know that Voldemort is resurrected?"

Harry couldn't help but think of it, but he overturned the speculation, looking at Madam Pomfrey's appearance, it seemed that he still didn't know anything about it.

Harry still remembered the reaction of teachers and students a long time ago when someone accidentally said Voldemort's name. If they really knew that Voldemort was back, it would definitely not be what it is now.

Madam Pomfrey was still very ordinary.

Dumbledore should have kept this matter secret.

The tall old man pushed open the door, and he was the only one who came in. Madame Pomfrey seemed to have stopped outside the threshold.

"I have something to say to Harry alone, okay?" The old man's voice came over

"Of course, Professor Dumbledore." Harry saw the white nurse's hat sway, and he guessed she nodded.

Dumbledore walked straight to Harry's side, transformed a chair from behind him, and did it.

"Professor!" Harry struggled to stand up, but felt that his bones were falling apart, and he would feel painful when he moved.

"Lie down, Harry." Dumbledore stared at Harry with his azure blue eyes, and a sense of relief came from his heart. It seemed that Voldemort's problem was no longer so urgent.

"Well... this is a cumbersome thing. It may take a long time to start from the beginning. Before that, I must first apologize to you, Harry."

"Restore as before!" Dumbledore's curse rang like a bell, and he pointed his wand at Harry's throat.

A white and gentle light flashed, and Harry found that the blockage in his throat disappeared.

"Your throat is not injured, and you can speak normally. These are just small hands and feet that I moved-because I hope you can keep what you see temporarily."

"Okay, Professor." Harry temporarily put aside his thoughts of asking Dumbledore why, and replied obediently. No matter how doubtful he was, he could only temporarily suppress his cat-scratching mood.

Suddenly Dumbledore raised his wand again, raised it above his head, and tapped a few times around the room.

"Well, our conversation still needs to be kept confidential." Dumbledore said.

"Voldemort is reborn. What you experienced in the Final Three Cup was not an illusion, nor an accident, but a conspiracy against you."

"I know now, too, "Moody" Professor should have provided you a lot of help during the game, right? Harry?"

"Yes...yes, Professor." Harry stammered in response, and it was uncomfortable for him to be aware of the cheating.

However, Dumbledore did not entangle on this, but continued.

"Then you know the result. He didn't want to put you to death, or put you to death in the game, but wanted you to "win" and get the Goblet of Fire-the door key, oh yes. Yes, that Professor Moody is also a fake"

"Why does he have to spend so much time and effort?" Harry asked, at the same time feeling afraid: "Mad-eye Moody is a fake?"

"The only thing I can know not long ago is that they have a conspiracy that needs to use you. It is probably related to the resurrection of Voldemort himself. He may be superstitious-where to destroy and where to be reborn. Of course, these are all. It is my speculation, and I don’t know what the truth is."

"Shortly before the start of the third event, the counterfeit showed his feet in a detail, so we finally caught him and used Veritaserum on him, and he confessed all this."

"Unfortunately, we only know that the plan is related to you, and we did not press the question of the exit key, otherwise I will not let this game continue, because it is not only your safety, but the other three warriors may also Therefore died"

"The counterfeit came to his senses when he was about to reveal the relevant information. Perhaps his loyalty to Voldemort overwhelmed the effectiveness of Veritaserum, or the dose of Veritaserum itself was not enough. In short, we did not know. By their final plan, they only knew the hiding place where Voldemort chose to resurrect."

"He committed suicide immediately after waking up. I didn't have time to stop it." Dumbledore shook his head.

"I thought he would choose to take you away, but I didn't expect him to choose the method of transforming the goblet of fire into a door key."

"I can only go to the position that Little Crouch said by myself-Little Hangleton. After all, even if it is me, there is no reason to interrupt the game and command the Auror without any proof.

"I can't understand what happened afterwards. Voldemort regained his body before you were teleported to this position by the door key. I appeared to fight with him, and then your appearance disrupted my plan. , I know their real purpose."

"Has his plan failed?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Perhaps." Dumbledore's voice was dry. "At least you're safe, aren't you? Harry."

"I'm holding you back." Harry said reproachfully.

"No, you have done very well, showing the courage and wisdom of a Gryffindor." Dumbledore praised.

"What about this?" Harry asked tentatively.

"I will tell you at the right time. There may be other things that need to be solved together. Before that, I hope you can keep it secret. Will you agree to me? Harry?" Dumbledore asked sincerely. To.

"Okay, Professor." Harry replied

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The Triwizard Tournament came to an end. The result of the game was unexpected, but it seemed reasonable.No one knows where the river of fate will flow after a mischievous turn.

For this result, some are happy and some are sad.

In a few days, it will be the awards ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament, and the students of Gryffindor are waiting eagerly.

Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament and won honors for their Academy, and Gryffindor's Academy Cup is almost firmly in hand.

He was soon discharged from the hospital. He didn't have any serious injuries, at most skin injuries, and at most he was recuperating for a few days.

"Seriously, I admire you so much, Harry." Ron said heartily at the table, happy for his friend.

That night, in Gryffindor’s lounge, they were holding a celebration party for Harry’s victory. All kinds of snacks were piled up on the table as a hill, whether it was on the ceiling or on the surface of the fireplace. , Were all pasted with scarlet ribbons, and the Weasley brothers jokingly held their cups full of Butterbeer and circled Harry, laughing and playing.

"I would prefer to know how you won and how did you pass the various levels? Harry?" Hermione stared at Harry with some confusion, not seeming to be happy for Harry's victory, or that she Until the doubt is answered, it cannot be done.

Hermione felt all this was abnormal.

First, Fleur and Krum were out of the game one after another. It seemed that they were encountering irresistible difficulties, or the barriers set for their respective weaknesses.

Failure is acceptable, but such a rapid defeat made her very incomprehensible.

They performed equally well in the first two projects. Why did the third project fail as quickly as it was targeted?

Perhaps only Dumbledore could answer this question for her. Those weird diversions were naturally to protect them and to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan.

No one would know what the furious Voldemort would do without the "medicine" that was expected to appear. No one would know that even Dumbledore would not be able to rescue. Naturally, it is understandable to do so, and of course the kind-hearted principal would not allow this. Kind of sacrifice.

Then there was Malfoy, who appeared at the entrance of the labyrinth in an imposing manner. When everyone thought he had won the championship, he realized that he had made a resignation statement. According to the reason he gave, he encountered an insurmountable It is difficult, but from his face, there is no trace of frustration caused by being stumped.

This is even more abnormal. When the students around her started cheering for Harry in advance, she was lost in thought.

If he had known that he was too relaxed, he would be suspected. Maybe Malfoy would stay in there for more time before embarrassing himself.

At that time, only Harry was left in the maze, and no one competed with him. In other words, as long as he could persevere, he could win the championship.

She didn't like to pour cold water on others, but during Harry's competition, he was really lucky all the way along the way. Fortunately, it was frightening.

It seemed that there was a pusher helping him in Mingming.

In the first project, he obtained information from Hagrid. She firmly believed that Hagrid would not harm Harry. If it was used by others, the warriors from several other schools were clearly prepared. This suspicious point is OK. Temporarily ruled out, but the doubts of the next few projects can not be ignored.

Before the second project, Harry also didn't know where he got the information about the game, and he was very sure. His absolute trust in that person made Hermione suspicious.

Coupled with the accident involving Mr. Crouch in the middle, this is the most suspicious point. Since the end of the first project, the high-ranking official from the Ministry of Magic seems to have evaporated, and everything is left to him. Ron's brother Percy dealt with it and never showed up again. After that, he finally produced some clues, which made the truth even more confusing.

There is also a third item, and the most confusing is the way Harry got out of the maze.

It was like a door key. It fell from the sky. When she went to watch the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasley family during the vacation, she felt the feeling of spinning around the world. Because it was the first time to use the door key, she and Harry She seemed extremely uncomfortable, so she was deeply impressed.

And why did Harry fall into a coma after getting the Goblet of Fire, and then did he encounter some unknown danger?

For the sake of the game, Hermione suppressed her curiosity and tried to avoid interfering with Harry's game.

But now I have to ask.

She was preparing to find the truth bit by bit, and Hermione now had enough thoughts to deal with these things, after all, the final exam was now over.

"Um...this." Harry was speechless.

"Yes, talk about your experience, I guess it must be quite thrilling, and we are also very curious!" The surrounding students began to booze, and they were also full of curiosity about what happened in the maze, hoping to hear Harry all the way. The story of passing the battle.

"Can you make another day?" Harry said with little confidence.He promised Dumbledore not to disclose a little information about the third event.

"Oh, all right." The other students looked at Harry with disappointment, and Hermione frowned.

"Yes, let's talk about it another day." Or Ron came out to complete the game. "When celebrating, it is to party, forget everything, right?"

"Right, we don't spend much time together, so if you are interested, please ask in private." The Weasley brothers said in unison.

So the Gryffindor students quickly plunged into a warm atmosphere.

Harry's excuses made Hermione's uneasy feeling even stronger.

Harry felt that the way Hermione stared at him made him a little hairy, but he couldn't reveal it to her.

Keeping secrets is really a painful thing. He now only hopes that Dumbledore can make the truth public as much as possible, so that he doesn't have to endure this kind of "torture."