Chapter 337 Tom Riddle, Voldemort, and the You-Know-Who

"I won?" Cedric looked at Harry with a confused face, "What do you mean?"

Harry seemed to have finally given up trying to find something like "ambush" from this open space. He shrugged and said to Cedric.

"It means exactly what it says. Okay, go pick up the trophy, Diggory. Your last battle was brilliant and you are fully qualified to receive this honor."

After hearing what Harry said, Cedric's face did not show any joy. Instead, his face became ugly.

"Are you giving me alms? You are the one who is more capable of winning the championship now! Why give it to me!"

Harry had a headache. He didn't know how to explain to Cedric. After all, the Triwizard Tournament had not ended before anyone got the trophy. The magic contract made at the beginning was still in effect, so he couldn't make his words clearer.

"It's not alms, nor is it contempt. It's just that you are more suitable. When you pick up the trophy, I will explain it to you clearly..."

Cedric stared at him, unmoved.

"I can accept that we pick up the trophy together, but I can never accept a championship that comes as a gift! If you really agree with me, Harry, then let's lift this trophy together!"

He looked very persistent, and Harry had no other choice but to compromise and do what he said. After lifting the trophy, he would solve the subsequent problems.

Cedric limped with Harry to the Triwizard Cup, his face full of excitement.

Just as Harry said, he really deserved to win the championship of this game, and the same was true for Harry under normal circumstances, but the situation was special now.

Compared with Cedric, Harry was obviously a little absent-minded. His eyes were not even focused on the golden trophy, but were thinking about other thought-provoking issues.

"I'll count to three, two, one, and we'll lift it together." Cedric said solemnly.

Harry nodded, and then Cedric began to count down.

"Three, two, one!"

The two reached out and touched the trophy together.

However, before they could lift the trophy from the stone pier, they were pulled in one direction by a huge pulling force as if their belly buttons were hooked!

The surrounding scenery changed countless times in an instant. When Harry and Cedric stopped again, they had come to a place that definitely did not belong to Hogwarts!

This seemed to be a half-hillside, and Harry and Cedric were standing in a cemetery at this time.

Cedric looked around nervously.

"Where are we?"

Harry did not answer him immediately, but stared at the Triwizard Cup that had temporarily lost its portkey effect, with a look of realization on his face.

"So that's it, no wonder, no wonder he cares so much about Harry's grades!"

Cedric swallowed his saliva, he felt that everything around him was so wrong!

This cemetery was wrong, this strange night wind was wrong, and even Harry, who was brought here with him, was wrong everywhere!

"You, you are not Harry!"

Harry did not answer his question, but stared at a short figure walking out slowly in the night not far away.

It was a wizard in a black robe, holding a baby in his arms? Or a bag of clothes?

Seeing the person coming, Harry silently put his hand into his sleeve, and his eyes were fixed on the figure standing still six feet away from them.

He felt a pain like a branding iron on his left arm!

The burning sensation was so strong that it had never been experienced before!

"Let go of what you are holding... Nagini! Grab the other boy!"

A sharp and cold voice suddenly sounded from the swaddling clothes in the arms of the black-robed wizard, as if he had discovered something!

"Harry", whose body shape was gradually changing, suddenly felt that there was a huge creature breaking into his domain, right behind him!

Dumbledore's high-end Transfiguration failed. Sherlock, who had turned back to his original appearance, didn't care about the feather in his right hand, but stretched out his left hand suddenly, trying to grab Cedric, who was one step behind him, to his side!

However, he grabbed Cedric's sleeve, and the huge python Nagini that suddenly rushed from behind had completely wrapped Cedric up!

Sherlock pulled hard, but only tore off a part of his cuffs!

"It turned out to be you... Sherlock Forrest! Let go of what you have in your hand! Otherwise, this boy will die!"

The cold voice sounded again, and Cedric, who was controlled by Nagini, couldn't move at all. Only his head was exposed and he looked at Sherlock in shock.

"Professor Forrest!"

"Don't be afraid."

Sherlock said softly, his eyes fixed on the swaddling clothes in the arms of the black-robed wizard, and the thing he had been holding in his right hand was no longer hidden, and it came out from his sleeve.

It was a golden-red feather, as if it had been plucked from a tool bird in the principal's office.

At this time, a whizzing sound came from the sky.

Countless wizards wearing black robes and wearing the iron masks that had spread fear to the entire magic world for more than ten years were riding on flying brooms and floating above the black-robed man.

Everyone raised their own wands and pointed them condescendingly at Sherlock and Cedric who was entangled by Nagini!

"Put down what you have in your hand, Sherlock! Do you want to watch your students die in front of you!"

The cold and sharp voice sounded again, and as he spoke, Nagini's entangled body obviously tightened a little.

Cedric's breathing became more rapid, but he still insisted on not saying a word, and did not ask Sherlock to save him.

Sherlock was not moved at all, he said indifferently.

"Let go? I let go now, we are both going to die here, you let your pet let go of my students first, I promise to throw away the things in my hand."

"You dare to make conditions with me! You know who I am!"

"Tom Riddle, Voldemort, You-Know-Who, do you have any other names?"

When Sherlock said the name of the man who was so fragile that he could only curl up in his swaddling clothes, the air on the entire hillside seemed to fall into silence.

The Death Eaters riding on the flying brooms and pointing their wands at Sherlock all held their breath until Voldemort's cold voice slowly sounded.

"You know everything? So, what did you see?"