I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 316 I am not good at flying

Harry looked around and didn't see anyone. At this moment, he didn't know that everyone else had withdrawn from the competition. He suppressed his pounding heart and walked towards the Goblet of Fire step by step.

The flames were burning vigorously, and in his eyes, they were so charming. Only one step away from the championship, Harry could no longer contain his excitement.

Before this, he had never thought that he could win the championship before Catherine, but now it seemed that he had accomplished this unlikely achievement.

The audience outside the venue also saw this scene and almost held their breath.

Mr. Bagman, who received instructions from Dumbledore, called Harry anxiously, but Harry could not hear him at all, as if something was blocking the signal.

"Harry! Harry!" Ron was almost dying of anxiety. He shouted loudly, begging Harry not to touch the Goblet of Fire. But Harry could not hear him shouting. The only thing in his eyes was the Goblet of Fire that symbolized the championship.

There is something wrong with this Triwizard Tournament. Since the champion is the one who wins the Goblet of Fire in the third event, what is the point of getting points for the first two events?

Isn't this just like taking off your pants to fart - a waste of time?

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Mr. Bagman couldn't get through to Harry on the phone, so he started to communicate with Louis, "You and the two professors need to move faster, Harry is about to touch the Goblet of Fire! The Goblet of Fire is a portkey! It leads to an unknown place!"

"I understand." Louis responded in a deep voice, turned back to talk to Snape and Sirius, and then he began to connect telepathically with Catherine again.

"Little Moon, give up looking for the Goblet of Fire. Harry has already found it. It's a portkey. It's not safe in the maze. Get out quickly!"

"Be careful." Catherine on the other side didn't say much. After hearing Louis' instructions, she immediately scattered the ashes and teleported back to the guest of honor seat.

When Louis looked up again, Snape and Sirius had already run a long way away. Sirius was really worried about Harry, and Snape... Although Snape said he hated Harry to the extreme, he was still a man with a righteous heart...

Maybe he didn't want to disappoint Lily? Anyway, I don't understand.

Louis didn't say anything and ran after them.

Harry walked forward step by step, looking around cautiously, guarding against possible monsters, but surprisingly, he did not encounter any problems until he reached the front of the Goblet of Fire.

Unable to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, he grinned and reached out to grab the Goblet of Fire.

The moment he touched the Goblet of Fire, the three members of the search and rescue team also ran to his position. Sirius' eyes were bloodshot and he shouted loudly: "Harry! No!"

Harry only heard Sirius' voice. He didn't even have time to turn around before he felt something pull behind his navel. His legs left the ground, but he couldn't loosen his grip on the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire seemed to have a strong suction force, grabbing Harry and flying forward in the whistling wind and the spinning world. Harry wanted to vomit, but he couldn't, and he felt like his internal organs were squeezed together.

Almost in an instant, Harry disappeared from the sight of the three people.

At the same time, the audience's signal was interrupted, and Louis also cut off the video signal with the audience.

Everyone looked around in confusion, but did not see Harry. Combined with the commentators' performance and Dumbledore's request, everyone's heart was lifted up, and everyone was worried about the fate of this boy who survived a disaster.

Sirius roared angrily, swung his wand, and a spell flew out, smashing the table with the Goblet of Fire on it.

Snape's face was also extremely gloomy. He turned around and stared at Louis, and said word by word: "I have no control over what you and Dumbledore did. Now that Pott is missing, you two need to give us a reasonable explanation..."

Louis didn't say anything. He knew Snape's anxiety. No one would remain calm about such a thing.

He looked up at the two of them, pondered for a moment and asked, "Can you use a flying broom?"

"Of course..." the two said in unison.

"If my guess is correct, Harry should be at Riddle House now!" Louis said calmly, "If Voldemort wants to be resurrected, he must have Harry's blood and his father's bones. He is unable to move now, so he can only go to Riddle House to find his father's big bones!"

"I understand." Snape nodded and took off the tentacles on his head. Before he could say anything else, he was interrupted by Louis.

"I suggest you stick it on, professor." Louis suggested, "This little thing can be used as a communication converter between the three of us. We can use our thoughts to transmit to each other's minds."

"I see." Snape obediently glued the tentacle back to his forehead.

Louis coughed and said to them both, "I'll talk to Headmaster Dumbledore first, you two wait a moment - we don't have a broom."

"No, I have three Firebolts here." Sirius took out three Firebolts from his pocket and lined them up on the ground. Seeing their surprised and puzzled expressions, Sirius explained, "I bought five in total. Harry is a Chaser after all, and I was afraid that he would use up his brooms too quickly. After all, you never know when a broom will break down."

"That's true." Louis nodded, "We need to tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this, so he doesn't worry."

As he spoke, Louis dialed Dumbledore's number.

"To make a long story short, Professor, we need to go to Riddle Mansion to rescue Harry...Okay, hanging up." After Louis finished speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving Dumbledore looking at the phone with a question mark on his face.

The speed of the Firebolt was very fast. Louis lay on the broom, his face turning pale and blue. To be honest, he found it a little hard to trust this kind of broom...

Sirius saw Louis's face and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Louis? You look very bad?"

"I am..." Louis panted, "I am not...not good...at flying..."

As he spoke, Louis pulled out a bottle of Snape's flying sickness pills from his pocket, put them in his mouth, then took out a small pot and took a sip to get the pills down.

"I think your pocket looks like a small warehouse." Sirius squinted his eyes and said, "Are you in charge of the warehouse at Hogwarts?" Louis: ...

Why does the above conversation sound familiar? It seems like I've heard it somewhere before...

It must be an illusion, right? Louis thought to himself, sometimes things that happened always seemed to have happened somewhere before, was it said that it happened in the previous life? He didn't think about it too much, now he just wanted to vomit.

I can't bear the fear of heights...

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Harry felt his feet hit the ground, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground like a noodle, and his hands finally let go of the Goblet of Fire.

He looked up, wondering where he was. This Goblet of Fire seemed to be a portkey, but he didn't know where it had transported him to.

There must be a conspiracy. His heart was pounding. He forced himself to stand up and began to look around.

They were well out of Hoggarth's territory now, and he had evidently been transported by the Portkey for miles—perhaps hundreds of miles, for even the hills which surrounded the castle were no longer visible. They were standing in a dark, overgrown graveyard, and to the right they could see a tall fir tree. Behind them was the dark outline of a small church, and to the left was a low hill.

Harry could make out an exquisite old house on the hillside. It looked very retro, as if it had been built decades ago.

The surroundings were eerie and silent. Harry held his wand, and he had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him. He could also hear a heartbeat in his ears, very obviously, but he didn't know where it came from. He was sure it wasn't his own - but he was a little hesitant as to whether it was his own heartbeat.

He heard footsteps and looked alertly in the dark in the direction where the sound came from.

A short, fat figure was walking toward him among the graves. Harry couldn't see the man's face, but from his gait and the position of his arms, he seemed to be holding something in his arms. He was wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face and was short and fat. After taking a few steps closer, Harry saw that the man was holding something that looked like a baby.

As they got closer, Harry's forehead began to ache violently. The pain was unbearable. It was the first time he felt such torture since he was born. His wand fell to the ground in pain. He covered his face with his hands, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees.

Everything in front of his eyes became blurry and he could not see anything clearly. His head felt like it was about to explode and there seemed to be ten thousand worms gnawing at his brain.

Harry groaned weakly. The severe pain even made him unable to make a sound. Then slowly, he felt as if he was being pulled up and flying. At the same time, his pain eased, his eyes gradually focused, and the world was no longer so blurry.

The short man in the cloak had put down his bag and used his magic wand to light the candles around him. The color of the candles was very dim, as if there was some kind of eerie and sinister aura shrouding the place.

Harry felt a huge force that threw him out, and his back hit the tombstone hard, making him retch.

While vomiting, I took a quick glance and saw the small words engraved on the tombstone.

"Tom Riddle."

The man in the cloak used magic to conjure ropes and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, from the neck to the ankles, one by one, as if he was afraid that he would escape. Harry heard the rapid and slight breathing from inside the hood. He struggled hard like a worm, gurgling here and there. The man seemed to be angry with his actions and reached out to hit him - the hand that hit him was missing a finger.

Harry knew who was in the hood; it was Wormtail.

"It's you!" Harry exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief - he thought Wormtail was singing "Tears of Prison" in Azkaban.

How did he suddenly break out of prison? There was no mention of this in the newspapers...

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Was it someone in the Ministry who betrayed him, or was it Wormtail - oh, he remembered, Peter Pettigrew was an Animagus who could turn into a rat...

This would also explain why he was able to escape from Azkaban.

But Wormtail did not answer; his hands were moving quickly, he had finished tying the rope and was busy checking whether it was tight. His breathing was very heavy, and his fingers were shaking uncontrollably as he fumbled with the knots, and Harry guessed that he must be very nervous.

After making sure that Harry was tied up tightly and unable to move, Wormtail took out a black object from his cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth. Harry felt an extremely sour and smelly smell rushing into his nostrils, and he retched all of a sudden.

It's broken, it's Wormtail's stinky socks...

Harry felt like dying now. He swore that if he escaped, the first thing he would do was to throw an Avada Kedavra at Wormtail. He swore!

But at this time he could no longer see where Peter Pettigrew was. Tied to the tombstone, he could only look forward and could not turn his head to see what was happening behind him.

Harry had no choice but to look elsewhere. His eyes began to wander. Yes, where was the baby-like bag of clothes that Peter Pettigrew had brought just now? He searched for a long time and finally saw the bag of clothes on the ground not far ahead.

Harry suddenly felt the scar burning with pain again, and he was almost certain in an instant that it must be Voldemort, or one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, inside.

He was a little desperate now. He was caught by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. How could he escape? Did Louis know about his current situation? Where was Headmaster Dumbledore? Would Ron and Hermione be worried if they knew that he suddenly disappeared? And Aunt Molly must be very worried...

Harry was now in a state of confusion and his mind was in a mess. He tried not to look at the bundle, lest the pain in his head come back.

There was a rustling sound, and when he looked down, he saw a thick snake slithering on the ground, circling around the tombstone where he was tied. Peter Pettigrew's heavy breathing sounded again, and he seemed to be pushing something hard, making noises from time to time.

After a while, he came into Harry's sight. It turned out that Peter Pettigrew was pushing a huge black pot. The pot was so huge that it could fit Harry in. It seemed to be full of water - maybe some soup. When Peter Pettigrew pushed the pot, he could hear the sound of the soup spilling onto the grass.

"Are they going to boil me?" A huge fear rose in Harry's heart, and he even forgot the smell of Peter Pettigrew's stinky socks. He began to brainstorm what it would feel like to be boiled to death.

It must be very painful, Harry thought to himself, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was now filled with despair.

(End of this chapter)