Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 468 Heroes Return

George looked at the person on the ground, and said in an uncertain tone, "It seems that it wasn't him who died, he survived and has been hiding. This time, he returned to Hogwarts with the compound decoction, the top three. The trophy for the Tournament was probably replaced by him."

For all this, he is only guessing, after all, he has forgotten most of the plots in Harry Potter. And all along, he has never expected to rely on the so-called plot. All his actions are based on the information he knows, rather than relying on those vague memories.

Not only the butterfly effect, but also because he is an adult, and it is impossible for him to rely on luck and the hand of fate controlled by others.

He summoned a rope, trapped Barty Jr. firmly, released his wand, and let Harry drag him out of the maze.

At this time, the teachers and students in the stands were already going crazy. They were like prisoners waiting for judgment, counting down their lives and waiting for the arrangement of fate.

From the explosion and roar at the beginning, to the rooster crowing after that, and finally the rooster crowing stopped, the whole world was silent.

The entire labyrinth is only left with broken walls, pits and pits, and smoke billows.

Their eyes widened, trying to see something, but they couldn't see anything. They didn't dare to go forward. Whether it was the explosion just now or the stare of the demon basilisk, any damage was enough to destroy a wizard, and they didn't even have the qualifications to watch the battle.

They can only wait, they can only pray, waiting for the hero's battle, and praying for the hero's triumphant return.

The faint red glow on the horizon has been dyed with gold, and the golden light is reflected from the water surface, and the world has come out of darkness.

The golden sun shines on the sky, and the world finally lights up.

Warmth and anticipation, the teachers and students at Hogwarts felt more peace in their hearts, "Maybe...maybe..."

The silence at this time is their happiness. As long as they know that Voldemort did not succeed, and did not hear his wild laughter, there is still hope in the world, and perhaps the worst will not happen.

Facing the golden sunlight, a vague figure appeared in the broken wall in the distance. The figure was tall and burly.

"It's George." Ron boldly and secretly used an eagle eye technique on himself, and he saw that it was George and Harry and Hermione.

It wasn't until this moment, when his clenched fists finally loosened, that he realized that he was stiff and cold.

He's been waiting here anxiously and for too long, he's been scared for too long, and this situation is too bad for him. He was supposed to be with his friends, fight together or die together, he was supposed to be there, by his friend's side.

But very helpless, no one thought in advance that Voldemort would turn into a basilisk, just like Voldemort didn't think in advance that besides Dumbledore, there were people who could stop him.

The death stare of the basilisk is dangerous and unusual, and wizards who have not prepared anti-death props in advance are not even qualified to look directly at it. Ren Ron was full of blood, but he didn't have extra death-proof sunglasses.

No matter how unwilling he was, at the time just now, he could only stand by obediently. Quietly resigned to fate, seeing friends to fight.

With Ron's cry, everyone saw that the glittering figures coming from the sky were George Soros, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger.

They seem to be dragging something, is it Voldemort?

The teachers quickly ran down the stands and ran towards them, the students hurriedly followed behind, crowded in a hurry.

They hurried up to meet him, and their eyes fell on the man Harry was dragging for the first time. The man was pale skinned, slightly freckled, and had light yellow tousled hair.

It's such a shame that they showed a disappointed look, not the person they imagined.

"It's Barty Crouch, hasn't he died long ago?" Cornelius Fudge said in surprise, and then he saw the suit on Barty's body again.

With the jug at his waist, he suddenly realized, "He's not dead, he's pretending to be Moody, and he's been lurking at Hogwarts."

He turned his attention to Dumbledore, who was walking slowly behind him, and said sharply, "Dumbledore, you have to explain what happened today. Is Voldemort's resurrection related to you? What did you plan in private? what."

"Why did this Death Eater who should have died appeared at Hogwarts and became the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, what are you doing behind your back?"

The other teachers and students looked at Connery Fudge with disgust. The famous Minister of Magic, when Voldemort just returned, was so frightened that he shivered. He didn't even dare to enter the labyrinth. in the stands.

And now that Voldemort was beaten away, he immediately regained the false appearance of the Minister of Magic and dared to show off his power.

Xu Shi saw the dissatisfaction of others, Cornelius Fudge coughed and immediately changed his tone, he said in a gentle tone.

"I mean, so many things happened today, so many accidents, we need to know the truth, we need to know everything so that we can deal with what's next."

He is not a strong person, he always respects the strong. Whether it is dealing with Dumbledore or George Soros, he can correct his attitude.

But what happened before had really surprised him too much, it had really frightened him too much, and he could no longer control his emotions. The current situation is beyond his ability to handle, and he must find someone to guide and rely on.

Cornelius Fudge immediately turned his eyes to George, and he said in a flattering voice, "Mr. Soros, it's all up to you today, Voldemort is resurrected, he has become stronger, and the world is about to be solemnized by his darkness. Thanks to you, for defeating Voldemort."

"By the way, is he dead?" Fudge said expectantly, his ears pricked up, eager to hear the affirmative answer.

If Voldemort was dead, everything would go back to the way it was, and it would be as if it never happened. As for Cedric's death, who cares about those things.

Although the others were dissatisfied with Fudge's attitude, they all raised their ears at this time, and they were very concerned about whether Voldemort was dead or not. They were desperate to hear that answer, and there was a sense of unease in their hearts, not seeing Voldemort's body, which was not a reassuring situation.

(To be continued.)