This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1087 Winning the Top 3 Cup

Krum felt as if he had a dream, a dream that was extremely real yet extremely absurd.

In the dream, he not only used dark magic that he would never use normally against the giant blasting-tailed skrewts that kept chasing him, but he also cast the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, on Harry and Fleur respectively 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 Fleur, who were lying on the ground, were screaming in agony. Their bodies curled up into a ball and twitched violently, as if they were about to faint at any moment.

Krum walked towards them step by step with a grim smile, the wand in his hand constantly emitting a magical aura that made people feel extremely painful.

As the smell grew stronger, the flames on the hedge and the pink smoke spread in.

Krum seemed to be stimulated by something. The blood vessels under his skin bulged even more terrifyingly, and his pair of blood-red eyes were as ferocious as a beast.

He came to Furong, grabbed her fair and slender neck and lifted her up.

"Jiejiejie——"

Krum's laughter made Harry, who was almost unconscious not far away, feel creepy again.

As the hand with bulging blood vessels continued to exert force, Furong's powerless struggle became weaker and weaker.

Just as her hands were about to drop, a familiar figure rushed in.

Draco was so frightened by the scene that he saw that he froze in place.

Krum was strangling Fleur's neck with one hand, and the wand in the other hand was emitting a terrible magical aura. Harry, who was lying on the ground not far away, was curled up in a ball, screaming in pain.

Draco's expression changed from horror to ecstasy.

He had many questions in his mind, such as why the giant spider chasing him didn't dare to get close to the pink smoke? Why was the hedge that served as a barrier set on fire? Why did Harry and Fleur scream in pain?

But none of this mattered anymore, because Krum had already dealt with the two warriors, and he had a pretty good relationship with them.

"Well done, Viktor!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, Krum loosened his grip on Fleur's neck, turned around and pointed his wand at him with a grin, "Crucio!"

With a "click", a strange crack appeared on Draco's gorgeous black robe.

The Cruciatus Curse was blocked, but his robes were ruined.

Krum's expression became even more ferocious, "Crucia!"

Draco finally understood why Harry was curled up in a ball with such a look of pain on his face. The excruciating pain brought by the Cruciatus Curse left him with only one thought in his mind, which was to end this painful torture as soon as possible, even if it meant dying immediately.

His consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, and he felt himself being held up by the neck.

Just when he thought he was about to be freed, a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Collapse!"

Draco fell to the ground and opened his eyes with difficulty. After Krum slowly fell down, he saw Harry lying on the ground with his wand clenched and pointing it at him.

Harry saved him?

Actually saved him?

The caster fell down and the Cruciatus Curse stopped.

But the effect it brought was not completely gone, and it took all the strength Harry and Draco had to manage to stand up.

Harry went over to check on Fleur, while Draco kicked Krum who was lying in front of him.

Furong didn't die, she just fainted from suffocation.

Krum's blood vessels 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 looked at each other subconsciously, and then looked at the top three cup that was flashing an alluring light a hundred meters away.

The surrounding hedges were already burning, but the pink smoke that was coming out of them did not spread towards here.

There are Aurors and professors patrolling outside the maze, so Fleur and Krum should be fine. So, the only thing Harry and Draco have to do now is to win the Triwizard Cup.

"It's mine!" Draco ran over.

He was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a short time, so the impact he suffered was much lighter.

Harry also sprinted at full speed, stumbling and almost falling several times.

Soon, the two arrived at the pedestal where the Tri-Power Cup was placed almost at the same time.

The two panting men reached out their hands and each grabbed a handle of the Tri-Wizard Cup.

"Potter, let me go--" Before Draco could finish his words, he felt something pulling hard behind his belly button.

He and Harry lifted their feet off the ground and tried to loosen their grip on the Triwizard Cup but were unable to do so.

The two flew forward amidst the whistling sound of wind and swirling colors, and landed on a weedy cemetery.

This dizzying feeling is unique to a portkey. The Triwizard Cup is actually a portkey?

Harry looked around the graveyard, which was filled with an eerie silence.

There was a large yew tree to the right of the cemetery, and behind it a dark silhouette like a church.

There is a hill on the left, and there seems to be an exquisite old house on the hillside.

The hills surrounding Hogwarts were gone, and the cemetery was probably hundreds of miles away from the castle.

Harry and Draco let go of the Triwizard Cup and stood up, both feeling like they were being watched.

"Malfoy, is this part of the game?"

Draco snorted and drew his wand. "That rubbish reporter is right, Potter, you are indeed very naive."

Harry also drew out his wand, "Yeah, I still can't believe that the accidents in the Triwizard Tournament were all man-made."

From the very beginning when the Goblet of Fire selected the fourth warrior, to now when the two of them were brought to this unknown cemetery by the Triwizard Cup, if it happened once or twice it could be explained as an accident, but if it happens every time it definitely cannot be a coincidence or accident.

"Those fumes..." Harry frowned, "Those fumes should be the culprit that made Krum crazy."

Draco looked down at his tattered robes and raised his hand to cover his neck which was pinched red by Krum. "The Ministry of Magic is really unreliable, a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

He thought back to the first project and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The Triwizard Tournament? It was clearly a death tournament.

"Shhh..." Harry raised his wand and stood alert, "Someone is coming."

Draco stopped trembling and looked in the direction of his wand.

In the dilapidated grave, a blurry figure was walking towards them step by step.

Although I couldn't see the other person's face clearly, I could tell from his gait and arm posture that he seemed to be holding something.

He was short and wore a black cloak with a hood, and after taking a few steps closer, Harry and Draco could finally see what he was holding.

It was a bag of old clothes, or to be more precise, a baby wrapped in old clothes.

The baby's exposed arms were eerily pale, like a drowned corpse.

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