Not long after Harry and Draco were taken away by the Triwizard Cup, the pink mist filling the maze froze in place as if someone had pressed pause.
At the maze entrance, Dumbledore lightly waved the Elder Wand in his hand, compressing all the mist and the flames on the hedges into a fist-sized translucent sphere.
The projected screen finally resumed, and the most eye-catching sight was undoubtedly Viktor Krum lying on the ground, veins bulging all over his body.
Then there was Pheobe. The purple strangulation marks on her pale, slender neck nearly made Madame Maxime faint.
The miserable state of the two Champions inevitably made everyone worry about the remaining two.
Yet after looking over every projected screen, no one found any sign of Harry or Draco.
"Look, the Triwizard Cup is gone too!"
The pedestal more than a hundred meters away from Pheobe and Krum was completely empty. The Triwizard Cup, which should have ended the competition, had vanished along with the two Champions.
Perhaps only Vincent and his friends knew what had happened.
They had watched the map the entire time and had seen Harry and Draco's names overlap with the Triwizard Cup at the same time.
Then, the Triwizard Cup's name turned a dazzling silver and disappeared from the map together with their gray names.
"It's a Portkey!" Hermione bit her lower lip. "Someone disguised a Portkey as a Portkey!"
Her guess was unanimously accepted by the others. Only that could explain why the Triwizard Cup had taken Harry and Draco away.
But a new question arose: why take them away at all?
Vincent drew a deep breath and looked toward Dumbledore at the maze entrance.
The resurrection ritual. Voldemort's resurrection ritual.
He shrank the map's projection screen and opened a new window interface with