Viktor Krum felt as if he had been in a dream, a dream that was both incredibly real and incredibly absurd.
In his dream, he not only used Dark Magic he would never normally use on the giant Blast-Ended Skrewt that kept chasing him, but also cast the Cruciatus Curse, one of the Three Unforgivable Curses, on Harry and Phoebe before the Triwizard Cup.
This isn't him; this isn't something he would do.
But no matter how hard he tried to get rid of the nightmare, his hands continued to cast the Cruciatus Curse uncontrollably.
Harry and Phoebe lay on the ground screaming in agony, their bodies curled up and convulsing violently, as if they were about to faint at any moment.
Viktor Krum grinned maliciously as he walked towards them step by step, the wand in his hand constantly emitting a magical aura that caused immense pain.
As the aura intensified, the flames on the hedge and the pink smoke spread in.
Viktor Krum seemed to have been provoked; the veins under his skin bulged even more horribly, and his blood-red eyes were as ferocious as a wild beast's.
He came up to Phoebe, grabbed her fair and slender neck, and lifted her up.
Hehehe—
Viktor Krum's laughter sent chills down Harry's spine, who was nearly unconscious not far away.
As the hand with bulging veins exerted more force, Phoebe's feeble struggles grew weaker and weaker.
Just as her hands were about to fall to her sides, a familiar figure burst in.
Draco was so startled by the scene that came into view that he froze on the spot.
Viktor Krum had Phoebe by the neck with one hand, while the wand in his other hand emitted a terrifying magical aura. Not far away, Harry lay curled up on the ground, screaming in agony.
Draco's expression changed from horror to ecstasy.
He had many questions in his mind, such as why the Acromantula chasing him dared not approach the pink smoke? Why was the hedge that served as a barrier set on fire? And why were Harry and Phoebe screaming in pain?
But none of that matters anymore, because Viktor Krum has already taken care of the two Champion, and he has a fairly good relationship with them.
"Well done, Viktor!"
As soon as Draco finished speaking, Viktor Krum released his grip on Phoebe's neck, then turned and grinned maliciously, pointing his wand at him, "Cruciatus!"
With a "crack," a strange tear appeared on Draco's magnificent black robe.
The Cruciatus Curse was blocked, but his robes were ruined as a result.
Viktor Krum's expression became even more ferocious, "Cruciatus!"
Draco finally understood why Harry was curled up in a ball and looked so pained. The excruciating pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse left him with only one thought: to end this torment as soon as possible, even if it meant dying immediately.
His consciousness grew weaker and weaker, and he felt himself being lifted up with his neck being tightly gripped.
Just when he thought he was about to be free, a familiar voice came to his ear.
"Stupefy!"
Draco fell to the ground, struggling to open his eyes. After Viktor Krum slowly collapsed, he saw Harry lying on the ground, clutching his wand and pointing in their direction.
Harry saved him?
They actually saved him?
When the caster falls, the Cruciatus Curse stops.
But its effects did not completely disappear; Harry and Draco had to use all their strength to stand up.
Harry went over to check on Phoebe, while Draco kicked Viktor Krum was lying in front of him.
Phoebe didn't die; she just fainted from suffocation.
Viktor Krum's veins were still bulging all over his body, and he didn't know how long the Stunning Spell would last.
After confirming the situation, the two subconsciously exchanged a glance, and then looked at the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming with an alluring light a hundred meters away.
The surrounding hedges were already on fire, but the pink smoke that had been drifting out didn't spread any further in this direction.
With Auror and professors patrolling outside the maze, Phoebe and Viktor Krum should be fine. So, all Harry and Draco need to do now is win the Triwizard Cup.
"It's mine!" Draco exclaimed and ran off.
He was not tormented by the Cruciatus Curse for long, and the effects on him were much milder.
Harry sprinted at full speed, stumbling and nearly falling several times.
Soon, the two arrived at the base where the Triwizard Cup were placed almost simultaneously.
The two, panting, reached out and each grabbed one of the handles of the Triwizard Cup.
"Potter, loosen it now—" Draco hadn't finished speaking when he felt a sharp tug behind his navel.
He and Harry's feet were off the ground, and they tried to let go of the Triwizard Cup but couldn't.
The two flew forward amidst the howling wind and swirling colors, landing on a weed-covered cemetery.
This dizzying feeling is unique to the Portkey; the Triwizard Cup is actually a Portkey?
Harry surveyed the cemetery, the surroundings eerily silent.
To the right of the cemetery stands a tall yew tree, behind which is a black outline resembling a church.
To the left is a hill, and on the hillside there seems to be a quaint old house.
The mountains surrounding Hogwarts are gone; this cemetery is probably hundreds of miles away from the castle.
Harry and Draco released the Triwizard Cup and stood up, both feeling as if they were being watched by something.
"Malfoy, is this also part of the game?"
Draco snorted and drew his wand. "That trashy reporter was right, Potter. You really are naive."
Harry drew his wand as well. "Yeah, I still can't believe that all the accidents that happened in the Triwizard Tournament were caused by human intervention."
From the moment the Goblet of Fire selected the fourth Champion to the moment the two of them were brought to this unknown graveyard by the Triwizard Cup, if it happened once or twice, it could be explained by accident, but if it happens every time, it is definitely not a coincidence or accident.
"That smoke..." Harry frowned. "That smoke must be the culprit that drove Viktor Krum mad."
Draco glanced down at his tattered robes, then raised his hand to cover his neck, which was red from Viktor Krum's choking. "The Ministry of Magic is really unreliable, a bunch of good-for-nothings!"
He recalled his First Task, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Triwizard Tournament? It's clearly Triwizard Tournament.
"Shh—" Harry raised his wand alertly, "Someone's coming."
Draco stopped trembling and looked in the direction his wand was pointing.
In the dilapidated grave, a blurry figure was walking towards them step by step.
Although you can't see the other person's face clearly, you can tell from his gait and arm posture that he seems to be holding something.
He was short and wore a black hooded cloak. After taking a few more steps closer, Harry and Draco finally saw what he was carrying.
It was a bundle of old clothes, or more precisely, a baby wrapped in old clothes.
The baby's exposed arm was frighteningly pale, like a drowned corpse.