Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 322 He's Alive

At the edge of the cemetery, on a patch of grass near Harry and the key to the Triwizard Cup, Michael struggled to get up from the weeds.

Just now he had managed to escape by using a transformation spell to dodge the concentrated fire of that group of masked men in black robes.

However, due to the obstruction of that group of people, he lost the great opportunity to prevent Voldemort from resurrecting. In the end, he could only throw the holy sword like a javelin. He didn't know whether the sword successfully stopped little Barty.

Thinking of this, Mike reached out and wiped his face, then instinctively looked up.

And it was this one glance that made Mike stunned.

At this moment, half of the sky was illuminated by bright green, and the source of the green light was a skull with a giant snake spitting out of its mouth!

"It looks like a failure."

Mike murmured, a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"Then let's retreat. Here comes the Holy Sword!"

While talking to himself, Mike waved his magic wand, and as the spell was recited, the holy sword that was stuck in a big tree in the distance was also inspired, and it suddenly pulled out of the trunk and flew towards Mike.

This scene attracted the attention of Voldemort, who was groping his body.

Looking at the long sword that was flying towards the edge of the cemetery with a flash of white light, Voldemort remembered the experience of being almost burned to ashes by someone with the Fiendfyre Curse.

In just a moment, endless shame and anger filled Voldemort's heart.

"You little bastard! Go to hell!"

Voldemort roared, and a dark green flame suddenly spurted out of his mouth, transforming into a fire snake that was several times larger than the two pythons released by Mike before, and chased in the direction of the holy sword.

Mike saw this scene and quickly ran towards the location of the Tri-Strong Cup in his memory.

Fortunately, his luck was good. The Triwizard Cup was not far from him. He arrived after running a few steps. And, next to the Triwizard Cup, there was a figure lying, Harry, struggling hard, holding his arms and forehead.

"help me……"

As if he sensed someone approaching, Mike opened his eyes and looked at Mike, still mumbling words for help.

But Michael stopped beside Harry and the Triwizard Cup. He neither tried to save Harry nor took the Portkey and the Triwizard Cup to escape immediately.

"I'm just waiting for the Holy Sword. It's a treasure, and I can't bear to part with it..."

Mike said this to himself in his heart, but he was actually very clear and he hesitated.

To be honest, the best thing to do in this situation is to abandon Harry or kill him directly.

Because Harry witnessed almost everything he did today. Although he did nothing wrong, his behavior was so weird, as if he had known that Voldemort would be reborn today, and Hagrid was also disguised as Barty the Kid.

If Harry really went back alive, he would definitely get into trouble. At the very least, Dumbledore's vigilance against him would be raised to an unprecedented level.

At the same time, Harry is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. If Harry dies, it is equivalent to destroying a Horcrux.

Although there are so many benefits to killing Harry, Mike still hesitated when the time came.

He couldn't forget what Harry had done in the maze before, couldn't forget Harry yelling at little Barty disguised as Hagrid, saying that if he wanted the Triwizard Cup, he should give it to him.

He regarded me as his best friend, but now I want to kill him?
Just like what you did in your previous life?
Mike clenched his fists tightly, and Krum's wand was actually crushed by Mike under this huge force.

Not far away, the holy sword was still desperately flying towards its master, and the dark green fire python behind it was also following the holy sword closely, chasing it relentlessly.

But the fire python obviously did not use its full strength. This could be seen from the fact that when it passed by the four masked men in black robes, it even shook some of its flames onto them.

On the other side, Mike looked at the holy sword and the flaming python that were getting closer and closer, and finally made up his mind.

"Damn it! I'm such a worthless coward! Come on! Harry! Grab my hand and I'll take you home!"

Mike roared with gritted teeth, and when the time was right he grabbed Harry's uninjured hand and pressed it firmly on the Triwizard Cup. At the same time, the hilt of the holy sword fell back into his hand!

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and almost at the same time when Mike got the holy sword, the dark green fire python suddenly pounced on where Mike was, and exploded into green fireworks all over the sky!

Unfortunately, the portkey's transmission was instantaneous. The moment Mike touched the Holy Sword and the Triwizard Cup, they had already disappeared from the spot.

"No!"

Seeing this, Voldemort's expression in the distance became even more ferocious. He howled to the sky, expressing his anger.

As if sensing his anger, the huge skull in the sky and the giant snake that came out of its mouth also opened their big mouths and roared silently!

……

After a dizzying spin, Mike and Harry landed again.

When he landed, Mike's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down again, because from the feeling on his face at this moment, he should have landed on a flat stone pavement.

Moreover, there were constant cheers coming from all around him. Combined with the previous analysis, he should have returned to Hogwarts.

"Oh! Merlin! What happened to you!"

Professor Flitwick's familiar voice completely put Mike down his guard. He let out a long breath, without any intention of getting up from the ground, and said weakly:
"Don't ask, go save Harry first, his arms and head seem to be injured."

Professor Flitwick obviously did not listen to Mike. Accompanied by a burst of dense and light footsteps coming from far away, Mike was turned over by Professor Flitwick.

"Don't worry about it for now. McGonagall and Pomfret are taking care of Harry!" Professor Flitwick said as he continued to grope Mike's body with his hands, brushing off the dirt on his clothes while examining his body. "Does it hurt when I press here? No? Okay, what about this place..."

Mike kept trying to fool Professor Flitwick, and finally when Flitwick's hand went lower and lower, Mike broke free.

"I'm fine! Professor! I'm just a little exhausted!"

"How is this possible! You look like you just fought a hundred fire dragons!"

After hearing what Professor Flitwick said, Mike reluctantly raised his head and looked at himself.

Flitwick was right, he looked terrible now, his short robe had been completely shattered into pieces hanging on his body, and his body and face were covered with burn marks and dirt.

In addition, he was lying on the ground motionless due to exhaustion when he came back, so it was no wonder that Professor Flitwick misunderstood. But even so, Mike could not accept Professor Flitwick's way of examination.

However, the arm is no match for the thigh, and at Professor Flitwick's strong request, Mike was examined by Madam Pomfret. Professor Flitwick was relieved only after he was declared to be uninjured.

Until then, Harry, whose arm was pierced and covered with wounds, came to Mike despite the medical staff's obstruction. He tightly grasped Mike's burnt sleeve and refused to let go. His eyes were full of fear. Only when he looked at Mike did the fear turn into deep gratitude.

"It's okay, Harry." Mike said to Harry sincerely, "We are back, and everything is okay now."

"I know, I'm just... just too scared! That was just a nightmare!" Harry said as if he had thought of something. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Mike and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you! Thank you for saving me! Really! If it weren't for you, I..."

Facing Harry's clear eyes, Mike guiltily turned his eyes away and didn't look at him.

"Okay, Harry, we are friends, there is no need to say such mushy things. Oh damn, it feels like I have said that to you many times, but you never remember it."

"You're right, you're right, it's my fault. We are friends, and friends shouldn't say these things..."

Harry obviously hadn't recovered from the panic just now. Hearing this, the man kept repeating his apology.

Mike scratched his head when he saw this, then patted Harry's shoulder and said:

"Okay, don't think too much. You should bandage it now. Your wound is still bleeding."

Harry was startled by Mike's slap, but after hearing what Mike said, he finally remembered his wound, so he stretched out his hand to an infirmary assistant who had been waiting nearby.

At this time, Mike finally had the mind to observe the surrounding environment.

In the stands, most of the students in Hogwarts uniforms were cheering, but some Durmstrang boys had gloomy faces.

"What happened to them?"

Professor Flitwick followed Mike's gaze and the happy expression on his face instantly disappeared. He remained silent until Mike urged him again and again before he slowly said:
"Krum he...he's dead."

"What?!" Mike screamed, "This is impossible!"

"I clearly released the fire of help in time!"

Mike didn't say this half sentence out loud, he just said it to himself in his heart.

Flitwick, who was standing by, thought that Mike was shocked by the sudden death of his friend, so he said:
"Although I don't want to believe it, it's true, Mike, Krum is really dead. We found the fire for help, but when we got there, Krum was no longer breathing, and an eight-eyed giant spider was eating his body. In addition, his wand disappeared, and we speculated that the eight-eyed giant spider accidentally ate it while eating the body. In addition, Hagrid is missing as well."

Mike licked his cracked lips. He really didn't expect Krum to be so unlucky that he would be "picked up" by an eight-eyed giant spider.

Harry, who was being bandaged, suddenly narrowed his pupils when he heard Flitwick's words. He clearly remembered that Mike had crushed a wand in the cemetery just now, and that wand looked very different from Mike's own!

'Could it be...'

A terrible idea suddenly came to Harry's mind, but then he shook his head vigorously, threw the idea out of his mind, and at the same time, slapped himself hard in the face.

'Damn it, Michael is my savior and my best friend, how could I think like that!'

Thinking of this, a smile reappeared on Harry's face, but there was still a hint of deep fear in the depths of his eyes when he looked at Mike.

"Harry! What's wrong with you?!"

Harry was startled by the sudden voice, but when he found out that the person who spoke was Sirius, who had rushed over with Fudge and Dumbledore after hearing the news, his somewhat panicked face immediately showed an expression as if he was about to cry.

"Sirius, I... I really don't know how to tell you. Someone tampered with the Triwizard Cup. He teleported us to a place, and then there I saw... him..."

"Okay!" Harry's messy explanation was interrupted by Mike, "This is not a good place to talk about these things. I'll go to your office, Headmaster. As for Harry, let him go to the infirmary to receive proper treatment first."

"Yes! Mike is right! Harry is seriously injured, he must receive treatment immediately!"

Sirius obviously agreed with Mike's suggestion. He hugged the choking Harry and started yelling at Dumbledore.

Facing Sirius's barking, Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly and said to Mike:

"Okay then, come with me."

After saying this, Dumbledore turned and left. Judging from his quick steps, the heart of this most powerful white wizard was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Mike pursed his lips, said nothing, and quickly followed.

It all happened so fast that Fudge stared at the two men's backs in a daze, and only reacted after they had walked a long way away.

"Hey! There will be an award ceremony later! Hogwarts has won a great victory this time! The audience is still waiting! Hey! Come back!"

Fudge's roar had no effect. Michael and Dumbledore walked straight into the castle without even turning their heads.

Helplessly, Fudge looked at Harry beside him.

But before he could say anything, Sirius picked up Harry and ran towards the castle with Madam Pomfret.

Fudge opened and closed his mouth several times but no sound came out. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the headmaster's office.

Alva looked at his minister in confusion, and after a while he woke up and shouted:

"Minister, what should we do with the award ceremony?"

However, the one who answered him was Fudge's somewhat exasperated voice.

"You decide for yourself!"

……

Due to lack of exercise, Fudge had a hard time running.

But he had no intention of stopping. Today, Dumbledore did not give him any face in public. He must find him and ask for an explanation.

With this belief, Fudge dragged his fat body and trotted to the door of the principal's office.

And when he entered the correct password, he opened the office door panting.

But all I heard was Mike saying to Dumbledore with a serious face:
"Voldemort, he is resurrected."

(End of this chapter)