The Trophy Is a Portkey, Fake Moody Exposed

When Aaron and Phoebe arrived at the finish line according to the map, Cedric and Harry were fighting the Spirit Cat, but they were both injured and were clearly at a disadvantage.

"Come quickly and help," Cedric said hurriedly.

"I'm not unwilling to help, but... there's a small condition," Aaron said meaningfully. "How about we all get our hands on the Triwizard Tournament trophy together?"

"Hey! Isn't this taking advantage of our vulnerability?" Cedric said, somewhat annoyed. "We finally made it to the finish line after a lot of trouble."

"I arrived ten minutes before you came. These Spirit Cat were released after I opened a golden treasure chest."

"If it weren't for someone's special request, if I really wanted to win the championship alone, who would I be to ask for anything from you guys?"

"This..."

"We agree," Harry said directly, he was really at his breaking point.

These Spirit Cat will automatically split when attacked by magic, and each split is just like the original, with sharp teeth and claws and agile movements. His mastery of a few spells is almost useless, and he can only fight and retreat.

Aaron didn't immediately offer his help, but instead looked at Cedric, "What about you?"

Cedric was still somewhat hesitant, after all, he was really close to the trophy, less than ten meters away, almost within reach, and he was really unwilling to give up under these circumstances.

"It's okay, you can take your time to think about it, I'm not in a hurry."

"Both Harry and Phoebe agreed. It's not too late for me to make my move after you've been exhausted by the Spirit Cat."

Upon hearing this, Cedric paused for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He had already considered that even without these Spirit Cat, Aaron wouldn't have given him the chance to touch the trophy.

At this point in the game, the outcome is already very clear; continuing would be futile.

"I agree."

"Very good." Aaron clapped his hands. "You've made a very wise decision."

"Enough talk, let's get started!" Harry shouted.

"Okay!"

Aaron waved his Wand, and the ground beneath Harry and Cedric's feet rose rapidly, transforming into a ten-meter-high cylinder.

Seeing this, the Spirit Cat displayed their agility and incredible jumping ability, pouncing towards the pillar. The ten-meter height didn't seem to be an insurmountable obstacle for them.

Cedric and Harry struggled to defend themselves, constantly using spells to repel them, but this only accelerated their splitting.

"This is really going to increase my workload!" Aaron clicked his tongue and waved his Wand again.

Fences were dug into the ground to separate all the Spirit Cat, and soon a circular cage was created in the center of the maze.

As all the Spirit Cat were locked up, the pillar beneath Harry and Cedric began to slowly descend.

Phew! ×2.

Harry and Cedric breathed a heavy sigh of relief and lay down on the ground in a very unladylike manner.

"That was really exciting," Cedric said, still shaken. His clothes were torn to shreds by the cat's claws, and seven or eight bloody scratches could be seen at a glance.

Harry nodded in deep agreement; the last time he had this feeling was in the nest of the Acromantula.

"Luckily I agreed quickly, otherwise I'd probably be lying here like them," Phoebe thought to herself.

Aaron went to the two men and helped them up. "Now we only need Krum. You two, no, all three of you should get some rest!"

The three exchanged glances, their eyes involuntarily drifting towards the trophy for the Triwizard Tournament at the very center.

They are very beautiful, but this honor has little to do with them.

Although they were supposed to be handling the trophy together, it was more like a buy-one-get-four-free deal, and they were the four who were given away.

Aaron frowned as he looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand.

Krum should have been near the finish line, but he wandered around to a distance of two weeks, and there weren't many Fantastic Beasts around him.

"Is there a problem?" Phoebe asked. "Viktor is quite strong. As long as he doesn't encounter too much danger, it shouldn't be difficult for him to escape unscathed!"

"How should I put it? Something's not quite right."

At this moment, the maze began to move as a whole, and except for a few hedge walls near the center, the rest of the maze made a soft rustling sound.

On the Marauder's Map, Krum began to accelerate. As if he knew the correct route, he sped towards the finish line, streaking through the air with fire and lightning, avoiding all the Fantastic Beasts.

"This... this shouldn't be!" Aaron frowned even more deeply. He felt that if Krum had the ability, he should have won the trophy long ago. There was no need for him to be last place!

An the Grim feeling crept into Aaron's mind; Krum might be in trouble.

But after looking at the trophy for the Triwizard Tournament, he felt there was no need to think too much about it.

When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. This match has been watched by several people for weeks, so even if Krum has any bad intentions, he can only keep them to himself.

Furthermore, all the fear stems from insufficient firepower.

With his current strength, unless the Dark Lord is resurrected, there are not many things that can make him feel wary.

Just as Aaron made that inexplicable promise, Krum arrived at the finish line, panting heavily.

He looked at the three men and one woman sitting beside the trophy, his expression becoming extremely complicated. "The competition... is over?"

"Not yet, but soon," Cedric shrugged. "We've been waiting for you for several minutes."

"I..."

"Let's touch the trophy together!" Harry advised. "The competition isn't officially over yet, but we've already lost. We're just helping Aaron fulfill certain conditions."

Krum nodded blankly, offering no rebuttal, as if it were a matter of course.

The five people surrounded the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament.

"I'll count to three, two, one, and then we'll all touch the trophy together," Aaron said. The other four people also reached out their hands in unison, just a hand's width away from the trophy.

"Three, two, one..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron suddenly noticed that Krum had revealed a strange smile, and his pupils seemed to have lost all color, like a marionette.

Aaron's heart pounded, but it felt like it was all too late.

Their feet left the ground, the whistling wind filled their ears, and the surrounding scenery began to spin rapidly.

The spectators outside the arena stared blankly, unable to react to this sudden scene, thinking that the referee had set up some kind of test.

"The Portkey." Adrian stood up from the judges' table, her face icy cold. "Professor Dumbledore, I expect an explanation for why the Triwizard Tournament trophy has become Portkey?"

"Wasn't this your arrangement?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled.

"I don't recall making such an arrangement," Adrian sneered. "The Triwizard Tournament trophy was placed in the maze by Hogwarts, and Hogwarts was also responsible for inspecting the area."

Dumbledore paused, then, as if struck by a thought, turned to look around the maze. "Alastor, you..."

"I don't know how to answer either," Moody roared, both anxious and angry.

"Thank you for your help, Uncle Jeans."

Jeans waved his Wand expressionlessly, and a beam of white light struck Moody, sending him flying against the hedge wall of the maze.

Moody scrambled to his feet, his expression completely changed, his worry and anxiety turning into a sinister sneer. "When did you realize I was a fake?"

"I haven't found anything, I just don't want to let any suspects get away," Adrian said calmly. "Dumbledore believes you, but you are indeed the most suspicious."

"Sir, can you tell me where you teleported my young master?"

"He won't be in danger for now, but others might not be so lucky, especially Harry Potter." Fake Moody said, bursting into laughter. His morbid laughter sent chills down the spines of the audience.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore suppressing his anger. "Where is Alastor?"

"I still need him for some reason, so he is still alive."

"Polyjuice Potion?"

The Fake Moody didn't deny it, but just looked at him mockingly, "Goodbye, Dumbledore, I'm off to meet my soulmate."

"You think you can just leave so easily?" Jeans waved his Wand expressionlessly, and a beam of blue light shot out from Wand.

The Fake Moody immediately raised his Wand to retaliate, but his crimson spell was easily shattered by the blue light, and he was sent flying again, landing on top of the hedge.

"Hahaha... You're really no match for me." Fake Moody endured the excruciating pain and wiped the blood from his forehead. "But it's too late. The Dark Lord is about to return and bring back order."

After saying that, he jumped into the maze and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, could you please restore order to the scene?" Jeans gave a brief reminder, slamming his Wand heavily into the ground.

A green wave swept across the front, instantly spreading throughout the entire maze.

The next moment, the walls of the maze began to rotate, their speed increasing while their speed decreased, forming a giant green vortex.

The entire audience gaped in astonishment, and even Dumbledore was very surprised.

Even Grand Archmage wouldn't be able to produce magic of this level; it's astonishing how powerful Jeans, a Butler, is.

Before long, the Dementor, Troll, Scorpion-tailed Beast, and other Fantastic Beasts in the maze were squeezed out of the vortex, but they all stood trembling in place, not daring to move.

Finally, the Fake Moody appeared at the very center of the vortex, entangled by countless green hedges, his body covered with wounds of all sizes.

"Incarcerous!"

Lupin conjured a rope and pulled him up, then pointed his Wand at his forehead. "Where's Harry?"

Do you think I'd tell you?

Harry Potter was someone the Dark Lord specifically wanted!

Lupin gritted his teeth in anger, thinking of how to force him to speak, when Dumbledore walked over.

"Severus has Truth Serum, and I think Fudge will temporarily approve his use of it."

"Huh?" Fudge was taken aback for a moment, then nodded immediately. "Yes, approved, it must be approved."

"You've missed your chance," the Fake Moody said smugly. "Time's almost up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to enter the eye of a storm, his body twisting a few times before disappearing from the spot.