After Krum and Fleur sent red sparks into the air, the Ministry of Magic's Aurors quickly arrived and took them away.
Meanwhile, Harry had already found Cedric. By the time Harry saw him, Cedric had already touched the Triwizard Cup.
The instant his fingertips touched the Cup's gilded surface, its body suddenly erupted with a blinding blue light, like liquid lightning being ignited.
Then, he felt an immense force hook into his navel and drag him toward some faraway place.
Cedric was no stranger to this sensation. It was a Portkey!
The Triwizard Cup was actually a Portkey? What was going on? Why had none of the professors mentioned it?
Seeing Cedric about to vanish before his eyes, Harry frowned slightly, drew his wand, and gave it a gentle flick forward.
The next moment, his entire body suddenly entered the spatial force tearing at Cedric's body, and he was carried by the Portkey alongside Cedric to an unknown place.
When Cedric came to his senses, his feet slammed into the ground in the next instant. His legs gave out, and he fell to the ground, the Triwizard Cup dropping from his hand as well.
"Where am I?" Cedric muttered, clutching his head.
He rose to his feet and quickly surveyed his surroundings, only to discover that he was in a dim, eerie graveyard.
The graveyard seemed to have been cursed with eternal gloom. Moonlight struggled through lead-gray clouds, casting crooked shadows among the tombstones like countless twisted hands.
The soil was wet and sticky like uncoagulated blood. Stepping on it produced the faint crackle of decaying matter, mingled with the rustling of some slimy creature passing through the grass.
Many tombstones stood crookedly in the dirt around him, their lettering worn patchy by time.
The soil beside the graves had