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Of course, the prerequisite is that he can find the right direction as soon as possible. If not, then he can only take a gamble.
As Kyle was thinking, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound. He looked up and saw a Billywig worm shaking up and down to his left.
Wizards are not allowed to fly over the maze, but this has no effect on magical animals like the Billywig worm.
And this movement seemed to have found the direction, and it was just as Qiu thought, not due north.
Kyle immediately turned around and pointed his wand in the direction of the Billywig worm.
This distance should be about the same... Let's give it a try.
Kyle shook his wrist gently, and strange symbols floated out from the tip of the wand and gathered together.
The temperature around him began to rise rapidly, and little flames appeared on the hedges one after another, dancing around Kyle like elves.
In just a blink of an eye, the flames gathered together to form a golden-red, surging and leaping wave.
As if sensing danger, the magical animals in the maze began to riot. All kinds of sharp cries came one after another from different places, especially in the direction where Kyle's wand was pointing. Almost every hedge was shaking violently.
"Vulcan clears the way!"
It was as if someone had torn off a piece of the maze. All the hedges and magic traps in front of Kyle disappeared in an instant.
……
At the same time, in the audience seats, under the dark blue night sky, the sudden flames in the maze seemed extremely eye-catching... Everyone in the stands looked over at the same time.
Even Bagman, who was about to blow the whistle a second time, was attracted.
He looked a little panicked, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Impossible... He just went in not long ago... One minute? How could he run so far?!"
In a hurry, Bagman didn't care about anything else and blew the whistle to let Krum set off in advance.
However, his whistle was drowned out by the exclamations from the stands.
In their sight, the flames that were originally coiled together suddenly changed, like a sharp spear thrown by a giant with all his strength, instantly piercing through half of the maze, leaving only a spacious golden-red passage on the ground.
At the end of the passage is the Goblet of Fire that symbolizes honor.
After a brief silence, cheers suddenly came from the stands, which seemed to be able to shake off the dark clouds.
On the referee's bench, Ms. Maxim suddenly stood up.
"This is impossible, you are cheating!" She shouted, "Someone must have helped him!"
In order to increase the difficulty of the competition, the hedges in the maze are fireproof and cut-resistant. Even ordinary blasting spells can only make a small hole.
Now, the hedges were pierced through as easily as a steak under a dinner knife, without any pause.
Maxim couldn't believe that this kind of magic that frightened her could be performed by a student who was only fifteen years old.
"I don't think so, Ms. Maxime." said Fudge next to her.
Although he was so shocked that he couldn't speak just now, when he came to his senses, he immediately put on an expression of indifference.
"Dumbledore and I are very optimistic about this child. He is very talented." Fudge said with a smile, "Perhaps in a few decades, he will succeed Dumbledore and become the headmaster of Hogwarts.
"But I think he is more suitable to work in the Ministry of Magic, and I am confident that I can train him to become the youngest Minister of Magic."
Maxim paid no attention to what Fudge said, and didn't even turn to look at him.
If this is considered a talent, then what is Furong, who is also a warrior, a philoprogenitor caterpillar holding a magic wand?
Fudge was a little unhappy after Maxim's failure, but he was also very proud of Kyle's strong victory in the Triwizard Tournament.
After years of frustration at failing in the Quidditch World Cup, I finally found some solace in other competitions.
He felt the need to show off his presence and let others know that he and Kyle have a good relationship...
It doesn’t matter if Maxim doesn’t talk, there’s still Karkaroff.
As a result, when Fudge turned his head, he saw that the seat on his left was empty. Karkaroff, who had been sitting there just now, suddenly disappeared.
"Where's Igor?" he asked a Durmstrang student behind him.
"The principal just left." The man said, "Maybe he forgot something on the boat."
"Is that so?" said Fudge.
Although he felt it was a bit strange, he just thought that Karkaroff hid himself because he didn't want to see his school fail.
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 573 My Students
On the other side, Kyle, who was still in the maze, had no idea what the audience outside were thinking.
After all the hedges that blocked his view disappeared, he also saw the trophy at the end of the flames.
The next second, Kyle ran over immediately.
A sphinx crouched at the edge of the fire. Its original task was to stop the warriors and ask questions. But when Kyle passed by, it suddenly became very interested in a stone on the ground, lowered its head, and pretended not to see anything.
Kyle easily came to the trophy, and without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the trophy's shiny handle.
But Kyle didn't pick up the trophy.
He felt as if his whole body was pulled by someone, and accompanied by a huge force of attraction, his feet left the ground.
It was indeed the portkey. Kyle was delighted and did not struggle. He let the trophy fly forward with him in the whistling wind and swirling colors.
……
An unknown amount of time passed, perhaps a minute, or perhaps just a moment, before Kyle felt himself standing on the ground again.
This was no longer the territory of Hogwarts. It was pitch black all around. All I could see was a pointed roof, which seemed to be on a hill.
"Hurry, run...run!"
Before Kyle could get a closer look, he heard a breathless scream... the voice sounded familiar.
Kyle looked up and saw Harry lying on the ground. His leg seemed to be injured, and he was using his arms to support himself and struggling to crawl towards him.
"It's Voldemort..." Harry shouted in pain, "He's resurrected, and there are Death Eaters, they..."
Well, actually Harry didn't need to remind him, because the moment Kyle appeared, he was surrounded by several people wearing black hoods and masks.
"Oh, look who's here..." A hoarse voice came from behind.
The hooded man immediately made way for him, acting as respectfully as a servant.
From behind the crowd, a man wearing the same black cape but without a mask walked out.
Tall, thin, paler than a skeleton, with red eyes.
Moreover, he had no nose...only two thin snake-like slits...this feature was too obvious.
Voldemort.
"My student, is this your attitude when you see a professor?" Voldemort was in a good mood and said lazily, "I thought you would be so happy that you would scream."
"Don't talk nonsense, you are not my professor." Kyle retorted immediately.
Harry was still there, and he didn't want to take the blame.
"How heartless." Voldemort looked at him. "When you asked me how to achieve immortality, you didn't have this attitude."
"What eternal life? I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Don't admit it? It doesn't matter." Voldemort played with a wand on his fingertips.
"You must all be very curious..." he said to the Death Eaters around him:
"A few years ago, I returned to Hogwarts with the help of Quirrell. It was a humiliating time. I could only attach myself to that idiot's head like a parasite, because none of you, the people I trusted the most, tried to find me."
Although he seemed to be smiling, his tone was as cold as a piece of ice.
The Death Eaters around them immediately lowered their heads, crawled to their knees on the ground, and while explaining, they begged for Voldemort's forgiveness.
There was only one person, a man with a broken arm, pale skin, and a few freckles on his face, holding his head high.
"That was when a boy first discovered my existence."
Without even glancing at the kneeling men, Voldemort continued, “That clever boy has caused me a lot of trouble. He seems to know a lot and is very courageous. He even dares to threaten the Dark Lord…”
Voldemort's eyes were fixed on Kyle.
"I've always thought that it would take some time before I could see you again, my student... I didn't expect you to show up so soon. Are you here to celebrate my rebirth?
"If so, I love this gift!"
"It's me, Master, it's me..."
A Death Eater crawled over on his hands and knees. "I made the Triwizard Cup into a portkey... and brought him here. He is one of the champions."
"Oh, Karkaroff." Voldemort glanced at him. "I always thought that you, a cowardly, traitor, would run away as soon as you learned that I was resurrected."
"Master, I will never betray you." Karkaroff lowered his head even lower, his whole body pressed against the ground.
"I am just lying in wait, ready to welcome your arrival at any time... By the way, I am the one who captured Harry Potter."
"Oh?" Voldemort looked at the only person who was not kneeling on the ground. "Bati, is it?"
"He was just so terrified that he had to agree to help," sneered Barty Crouch Jr.
Having said that, he was also implicitly acknowledging Karkaroff's contribution.
Very strange...
Kyle frowned. Barty Crouch Jr.'s identity as a Death Eater was revealed by Karkaroff. Instead of adding insult to injury, he spoke up for him...
Are Death Eaters so open-minded?
But now Kell is not allowed to think too much.
"Catch him..." Voldemort suddenly shouted, "I want him alive!"
The Death Eaters around him moved immediately, but Kyle was faster than them.
A roaring dragon of fire emerged from the wand and engulfed the fastest Death Eater in the blink of an eye.
The man's screams lasted less than a second before there was no sound at all.