Chapter 453 The Champion

Fleur came in at the second fork in the road: "Show me the way." She held the wand flat on her palm and whispered to it.

A whirl of the wand designated the dense hedge to her right. There was north, and she knew to go northwest to the center of the maze. The best thing to do is to take the road on the left, then turn right as quickly as possible.

Just as Fleur was about to leave, she suddenly heard movement behind her, and quickly swung her wand to defend herself, but the light from the wand showed Krum with a gloomy expression suddenly appearing from the path on the right.

"Krum, is there any monster over there?" Just as Fleur asked, Krum raised her arm and pointed her wand at her.

"Armor protection", Fleur reacted quickly, quickly protected herself, raised her wand high, and looked at Krum vigilantly.

The audience outside the venue exclaimed, "Krum is the second, why didn't he go to find the medal, but came to attack the fourth place Fleur?"

"The rules don't say that you can't attack other warriors. Maybe he has other plans."

Dumbledore stared solemnly at Krum on the screen, and he sensed something was wrong.

Krum didn't stop when he missed a hit. Instead, he continued to cast a stun spell and shot straight at Fleur's face.

Fu Rong dodged quickly, no longer hesitated, and started to fight back.

Not just Krum, Carla Rogers was attacking Brooke Hernandez frantically and desperately.

"Crazy woman, why are you pestering me instead of looking for medals?" Brooke scolded Kara angrily, struggling to resist.

In the stands, Owen Harris looked at the pocket watch and the approximate position of Potter, his eyes flashed, he took half a step forward, approached Fudge in front of him on the left, lowered his head and said softly: "Minister, I'm a little Please allow me to excuse me for a moment."

Although Fudge didn't know what Owen was going to do, he always enjoyed Mr. Harris' respectful attitude in his heart. He nodded slightly and let Owen leave.

Allen followed the tauren forward quickly, until he saw a strange golden mist floating in front of him, and the tauren swung an ax and slammed into it.

"Illusion." Allen probed with a little concentration, and found that in the enchanted fog, the world was turned upside down. The tauren hung there with its head down, as if it might fall into the bottomless sky at any time. He hung there dazed, his feet as if glued to the grass, which was now the ceiling, and below him the endless, starry black night sky. He felt that as soon as he lifted his foot, he would immediately fall down.

"Take a step forward." Allen ordered.

It is precisely because the IQ of the tauren is not high, but in such a situation that is frightening to ordinary people, he does not care about the boundless void below, and takes a step forward without hesitation. His world immediately returns to its original state, and the tauren is confused. He shook his head, then continued to run forward without looking back.

Allen looked at the golden mist, which was shining towards him under the moonlight. Allen waved his wand, and the golden mist disappeared without a trace.

The tauren ran headlong into a road on the right. He ran along this road and saw a light ahead. The trophy shone seductively on its pedestal a hundred meters away.

Allen waved his wand, and the figure of the tauren disappeared.

In front of the glittering trophies and championship medals, Allen did not touch them lightly. After identifying them as not being cursed, Allen cast a spell on them to detect the Portkey, "as guessed." , These two are indeed not port keys."

Allen took the medal that belonged to the champion, but did not leave the maze, but leaned his body on the trophy and waited and waited.

The moment Allen put on the medal, the cheers in the auditorium were deafening, and the little wizards of Hogwarts jumped up from their seats, cheering and celebrating.

"Our champion of this competition has been produced, and he is from Hogwarts—Alan Harris!" Bagman cheered happily,

It seems happier than England winning the Quidditch World Cup.

After a while, Harry came running over from the end of the path, panting to the huge cheers from the sidelines. His hands were shaking violently. After seeing Alan, he seemed unable to support his weight anymore. He leaned against the hedge and gasped for breath.

"Harry, are you okay?" Allen walked towards Harry.

"Congratulations Alan, I heard the cheers." Harry gasped and said to Alan, "The champion belongs to Hogwarts."

"The runner-up too." Allen carefully supported Harry.

At the same time, the vague male voice sounded in Harry's mind again. Harry, who had previous conversation experience, was not surprised, he listened quietly.

"Harry, listen, the medal you touch in a moment should be a Portkey secretly crafted by Death Eaters. It will send anyone who touches it to where Voldemort is." Hearing this Harry raised his head sharply.

Harry's face was a bit embarrassed: "Alan, I was accidentally injured by a wandering monster when I came along the path you indicated just now. I'm afraid there is no way to get along with..." Harry blamed himself a little, obviously already With the help of Allen, he found a shortcut, but he was still injured. "Now I can no longer accurately swing the wand to cast spells."

"Show me." Allen stretched out his hand and held Harry's injured palm.

There are many arc-shaped wounds on the slightly rough palms that were forced to do a lot of housework when I was a child, and blood is constantly oozing out.

Allen's other hand slowly stroked over Harry's wound in the air, and the wound immediately began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood that flowed out began to flow back.

This hand drew cheers from the young wizards outside the arena again. Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but nodded. Alan didn't use a wand at all when he cast healing magic. Harris and his sister Daisy Harris were also famous for their family skills at St. Mungo's Hospital.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, and unconsciously glanced at the position of his inner thigh under the robe. That amazingly talented German wizard had also treated him in this way.

"My friend, the sooner we find Voldemort, the sooner both the wizarding world and the Muggle world will be freed from suffering. The medal I gave you, Harry, is not the Auror version, so I can rest assured There are not many people entrusting it." Seeing that Harry Potter is very nervous now, Allen whispered in Harry's mind with his voice, "Very few, but you, you are different from others, we are in trouble We met at Gua School. I will go with you and hide not far away. If I get too close, I will be discovered by Voldemort and cause him to escape. So as long as you are sure that Voldemort is coming, touch this sign, Deng and I Blidore will come to you, you know, I'm not too sympathetic with Dumbledore's decision to want you to be bait, but obviously he doesn't think so. But Harry, when it's done, you will be in the wizard world and become a veritable savior."

Harry nodded, eyes determined after taking a deep breath.

They stood in front of the medal belonging to the second place and extended their hands to the medal at the same time.