Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

When he touched the last cup of the competition, Lorne felt a sense of dizziness suddenly emerge in his mind.

The howling wind blew violently in his ears, and Lorne's figure slowly floated upward under the surprised eyes of Fleur and another Beauxbatons witch.

It's like being pulled by someone

"Is that...portkey?"

"Did anyone tell us that this trophy was made by Portkey?"

Fleur asked her companions in a daze.

She remembered that Bagman did not mention in the rules that after getting the door key, he would directly trigger the door key above, but - this kind of thing seemed to her It's more like Lorne triggered the portkey and teleported him directly back to the outside of the maze, heading towards the winner's stage.

"Damn it, it was so close!"

Fleur gritted her teeth unwillingly.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Lorne, who was already floating into the sky. It was obvious that she was about to touch the trophy!

Huh?

She seemed to be aware of the gaze coming from below. , Lorne looked at Fleur below and couldn't help but shook his head.

If he hadn't touched the door key one step ahead, she would probably be the one who was sent to the cemetery to meet Voldemort now.

Really, good people are not rewarded!

"Lorne..."

At this moment, two figures emerged from the intersection.

One was Malfoy with a bruised nose and face, and the other was his old enemy Harry - his condition looked worse than Malfoy's. No concessions.

On the way here, the two of them suddenly met the Durmstrang warrior, Krum.

That big guy was really difficult to deal with. If the two of them hadn't joined forces, I'm afraid he would have been killed by now. Krum solved it

"If it weren't for that bastard Krum, the trophy would be mine now!"

Looking at Lorne who was far away from the sky, Malfoy immediately said fiercely after confirming that he couldn't hear his voice.

"Forget it, you don’t want to think about who made the props you used when defeating Krum?"

Harry glanced at him with disdain and said disdainfully.

Just as they warriors were holding on to their regrets, several referees outside were stunned.

"Did any of you portkey this cup? Ms.

Maxim asked first, looking at Dumbledore and Karkaroff with some confusion.

"NO, I have not."

Karkaroff shook his head quickly and put the matter aside. At the same time, he looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression.

"Portkey..."

Dumbledore raised his head, his face a little solemn.

They, the judges, did not remember who cast the portkey on this cup.

Lockhart also shook his head, indicating that he came later.

But the corners of her mouth were slightly He raised a smile, and at the same time, he also looked at the last row of the auditorium.

There, a handsome young man wearing a snake garden robe was slowly getting up and leaving.

It seemed that he was aware of Luo Haote's gaze, He glanced back subconsciously, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Voldemort... I had really complicated feelings when I met him this time."

Riddle seemed to have thought of something, and said with a sigh.

There was also Morris beside him. He turned his head and said softly:"Now go and call all the people waiting outside, and then prepare a hand. Portkey to the cemetery in Little Hangleton, now we're going over there"

"Got it, Mr. Riddle!"Morris said respectfully.

After Riddle finished his instructions, he also looked at the night in the air, with a sneer on his lips.

Voldemort will definitely stay there at his father's grave - he will be resurrected after all, but They need the bones of their loved ones!

Just as they left the auditorium, Dumbledore, who was sitting on it, had already looked at the screen in mid-air with his blue eyes. At this time, all the warriors had gathered Together, everyone had a trace of disappointment on their faces, except for Fred who was smiling - as if he was glad that Lorne was the one who won this time.

In addition to their screens, there was another screen. It shows a scene that has been blurred to the point of being unclear.

It was a dark night sky, and Lorne's figure was flying in mid-air, holding the cup belonging to the winner tightly in his hand.

Although the picture looked very blurry , but it can show an outline of him that people can barely see clearly.

"Hey! Where is he going? Lockhart

, who was sitting aside, asked knowingly.

"That trophy has been tampered with... We have to find a way to get there and take a look!"

Dumbledore picked up the Elder Wand placed on the table beside him and looked at Lorne's screen with half-squinted eyes.

As long as he knew the place where he landed, he could quickly disapparate there.

After almost a few minutes, Lorne finally felt that the trophy in his hand had begun to slow down.

He looked at the ground, which was an overgrown cemetery full of shapes. Various tombstones, and not far away, you can also see a tall yew tree and the black outline of a small church

"It is indeed a tomb!"

Lorne murmured softly.

After his feet touched the ground, the trophy had lost its original effect and was held tightly in his hands.

Lorn stood up and looked around. It seemed a bit eerie and silent - after all, this was an unattended tomb.

Not far away, a towering marble tombstone was being processed.

With the help of the bright moonlight, he could barely see the words on it.

Tom Riddle!

After seeing this name, Dumbledore, who was originally at Hogwarts, suddenly opened his eyes.

And Lorne also noticed the footsteps coming from behind, not from one person, but from a group of people. Human.

When he turned around, he could just see a group of dark wizards wearing hoods and cloaks, their faces covered.

The leader was holding something in his arms - it looked like A baby.

Senior Tom, long time no see!