Chapter 577

Madam Pomfrey was waiting at the Quidditch Pitch when she received the news and rushed back immediately.

As soon as she entered, she ran straight to Harry.

The main problem was that Harry looked terrible. He was covered in dust and dirt, his once beautiful robes were now tattered rags, like he was wearing a mop, and blood was constantly flowing from his legs.

In contrast, Kyle's clothes were even cleaner than those of some professors, such as Black and Moody.

Madam Pomfrey even once thought that Harry was the real Champion conquering the maze, and that Kyle was just there to watch the show.

However, being conscientious and responsible, Madam Pomfrey still checked Kyle's body and gave him a bottle of medicine to restore his spirit.

Hmm... as unpalatable as ever.

Ten minutes later, at the Hospital Wing.

Harry lay in his hospital bed, his leg injury had healed, and he wore a new pair of glasses that Professor McGonagall had just gotten for him.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Sirius eagerly asked, "What happened?!"

Harry put down his hot cocoa and recounted everything that had happened after he was taken away.

Upon hearing about Voldemort's unique method of resurrection, everyone gasped in astonishment; such magic was unbelievable.

"I think I've heard of it before."

Professor Moody's blue magic eyes kept darting around.

"During the Middle Ages, someone invented an incredibly evil ritual in an attempt to resurrect the Herpo the Foul; this must be it."

"So, Voldemort really came back?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know." Professor Moody shook his head. "After Dumbledore returns... Oh, he's already here."

As they were talking, the door to the Hospital Wing opened again, Dumbledore walked in from outside.

But the moment they saw him, everyone's hearts sank.

Dumbledore looked like he had been through a great battle; his face was pale, his robes were gone, and his left hand was charred black.

There are very few people in the entire Wizarding World who could make him look so disheveled.

Professor Moody's Mystic Eyes flickered. "Fiendfyre?"

"Hmm, I was careless for a moment." Dumbledore raised his left hand and tapped it with his wand.

The black parts on his hands began to fade, and he quickly returned to his original appearance.

But none of the people present were happy.

"So, it really is... the You-Know-Who?" Sirius asked dryly.

"Perhaps it's hard for you to accept..." Dumbledore looked up. "Yes, he's back."

The Hospital Wing fell silent.

Dumbledore's words completely confirmed the authenticity of this news.

"Professor, you didn't kill him?" Harry asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry," Dumbledore shook his head. "Tom didn't intend to fight me to the death there. He ran away, just like he did a decade or so ago."

"And I have to admit, his methods of escaping are much better than before."

Dumbledore seemed to be trying to ease the tense atmosphere in the Hospital Wing, but the effect was not as expected; everyone looked preoccupied.

"Professor."

At that moment, Kyle said, "Should I go to the Quidditch Pitch? The Triwizard Tournament shouldn't be over yet, right?"

"Yes, that's what I was just about to say."

Dumbledore said, "Minerva, Alastor, you'd better get back quickly. No matter what happens next, the game has to go on."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody nodded and walked out of the Hospital Wing one after the other.

Sirius and Snape didn't care, but they were the safety officers for the third competition. If Dumbledore's Patronus hadn't told them something was wrong, the two of them would never have left the maze.

Now that Kyle and Harry are back, they naturally have to go back.

After leaving the Hospital Wing, Professor McGonagall immediately transformed into a tabby cat and ran towards the Quidditch Pitch, while Professor Moody's figure gradually disappeared from sight.

"Oh, and this too."

After the two left, Dumbledore took out a trophy.

"You forgot it on the mountaintop; without the trophy, your championship title doesn't count."

"Should I take it with me?" Kyle asked.

"While that works, I have a better way to make the game look more reasonable."

Dumbledore tapped it with his wand. "Portus!"

He then continued, "I have to go back now. I have five minutes. Just put your hand on it after that... See you later."

After saying that, Dumbledore left.

Only Kyle, Harry, and their arch-enemies Sirius and Snape remained in the Hospital Wing.

Clearly, even news of Voldemort's resurgence could not temporarily quell the hatred between the two men.

"Snivellus, aren't you going to tell your master?" Sirius mocked. "Tell him Harry is right here, at Hogwarts!"

Snape, unusually, remained silent. He stared coldly at Sirius, then his gaze lingered on Kyle for a moment before he rose and followed Dumbledore away.

"I really don't understand why Headmaster Dumbledore is still letting you stay here at this time!" Sirius said loudly on purpose.

Snape heard it, but he didn't stop.

Sirius didn't look at Harry until he had completely disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Remember, stay away from Snape from now on, and never be alone with him."

Harry was a little confused, but he nodded anyway, since he had done the same thing before.

He then looked at Kyle and the Triwizard Cup on the ground.

"Congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament," he said. "I knew it would be you."

Harry had witnessed Kyle's power more than once, especially ten minutes ago... when he saw that giant dragon formed of fire.

Although he didn't know what the curse was, the terrifying sense of oppression still makes Harry's heart pound even now.

"Thank you, see you later," Kyle said. "I think Professor Dumbledore probably has some questions for us."

"I know," Harry said.

If I'm not mistaken, he'll have to repeat what he just said to Professor McGonagall.

When the time was almost up, Kyle went to the Triwizard Cup and grabbed the handle on the side of the trophy.

The scene before my eyes changed instantly.

Kyle felt overwhelmed by waves of sound, surrounded by cheers and the sounds of fireworks exploding.

He returned to the edge of the maze, and everyone around him was shouting his name.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the champion of the Triwizard Tournament has been decided," Ludo Bagman's voice came from the commentary booth.

He spoke softly and seemed a little absent-minded... but nobody cared, everyone was cheering enthusiastically.

Kyle raised the Triwizard Cup, and the surrounding noise instantly grew louder.

He looked toward the audience and saw Dumbledore, now dressed in a new robe, smiling and clapping. However, he was now standing in the spot where Karkaroff had been; his original seat was Cornelius Fudge's.

The Minister for Magic is here too? He really likes to join in the fun.

Kyle looked away and quickly spotted Kanna in the stands.

She waved and cheered, jumping and shouting, while Fred and George were busy setting off fireworks, Cedric next to her was excitedly waving a flag with Hufflepuff badger on it.