Chapter 513: Triwizard Tournament Trophy!!
Darren's words earned him a wave of Father points.
However, his request was not granted.
This time, it was Moody who entered the maze.
He said loudly, "There is no possibility of suspending the Triwizard Tournament. It must continue.
"And Darren, if you want to stop this, then hurry up and find the trophy. I suspect this place isn't safe anymore!"
His words immediately gained widespread approval.
At the same time, Ludo Bagman's voice echoed from outside.
All of it was urging Darren to get the trophy as quickly as possible.
As for Krum being under the Imperius Curse and Fleur being attacked—those matters would be discussed later.
For now, Darren getting first place was the priority.
No one believed Darren wouldn't take first.
Even if Krum and Fleur were conscious, neither of them could beat him. Madame Maxime and Karkaroff raised no objections.
Of course, if Karkaroff had been in a normal state, he would have objected loudly.
But now, he was extremely nervous.
"1 bucket."
His body trembled constantly, and he had no intention at all of standing up for the students of his own school.
Hearing the voices outside, Darren could only "helplessly" continue forward.
"Darren?"
Harry's voice rang out.
Darren looked over in surprise, then suddenly shouted in alarm,
"Brother, jump away—be careful!"
Be careful?
Be careful of what?
Harry looked down blankly and saw a horrifying tree trunk explode beside his leg.
His legs were instantly a bloody mess.
"Brother…"
Darren rushed over and continuously cast quick-healing spells on Harry. They stopped the bleeding, but Harry was still limping.
Darren's face filled with guilt.
"This is all my fault. I reacted too slowly just now…"
Harry shook his head hurriedly.
"Why do you blame everything on yourself? I thought that thing was just some decoration all the way here, and then it suddenly exploded.
"If I had reacted in time, I might not have been hurt—but I froze for a moment."
Harry spoke awkwardly.
Limping, he pulled Darren forward, carefully avoiding putting weight on his injured leg.
"So, Darren, you have to be careful if you see something like that again…"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Not far away, a glittering Triwizard Cup stood quietly.
Harry laughed.
"It should belong to you, Darren."
"No. Whoever sees it first gets it. Brother, you saw it first—this one's yours."
Darren spoke firmly.
Harry let out a breath.
He said helplessly, "Don't be like this. So many people are watching. If you insist, people will say later that the trophy was handed to me by my brother."
Darren shook his head.
"Then let's go together."
Darren hesitated for a moment before walking toward the trophy.
He wondered—if he touched it, would it immediately transport him away?
If Harry didn't go along, wouldn't Voldemort be embarrassed?
But thinking it over, Darren felt that Barty Crouch Jr. wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.
And since Barty Crouch Jr. hadn't intervened until now, it was clear he wanted Harry to be the first to touch it.
Darren placed his hand on the trophy.
Nothing happened.
The trophy didn't transport him.
…Hmm?
Had Barty Crouch Jr. swapped the portkey for something else this time?
Darren quietly asked the system.
[Ding, the portkey has been infused with a dispersal potion. The portkey will only activate after Harry touches it.]
So that was it.
A dispersal potion.
Anyone who inhaled it would temporarily lose their magic power. The duration depended on how much was inhaled.
This was Voldemort's precaution—afraid that Darren might suddenly go berserk, capture Wormtail, and send him straight to the Ministry of Magic.
The plan was meticulous.
It was unclear whether Voldemort or Barty Crouch Jr. had devised it.
Even knowing all this, Darren still showed a joyful expression.
He ran happily to Harry and said, "Brother, it's over. It's finally over. No one can hurt you anymore!"
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding…]
"Yes. It really is."
Harry also let out a sigh of relief.
He curiously reached out and touched the trophy.
Suddenly, thick smoke burst out from it.
"Brother, cover your mouth—cough! It's a dispersal potion!"
Darren shouted in feigned panic.
Immediately after, he felt a powerful tug in his abdomen, and the wind whipped through his hair.
When he landed again, Hogwarts was nowhere in sight.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Darren picked Harry up immediately. Harry still looked dazed.
"What was that just now?"
"It was a dispersal potion. Once inhaled, it temporarily suppresses magic power… Brother, don't worry about that now. Hurry and grab the trophy—see if we can go back!"
"Trophy, come!"
Before Harry could reach out, a voice suddenly shouted.
The trophy immediately flew toward the speaker.
Darren instinctively waved his wand.
Nothing happened.
"No need to try again. Unfortunately, you inhaled a dispersal potion specially prepared for you. I must say, my servants are always so loyal."
A cold, sinister voice echoed.
Harry collapsed to the ground, clutching the scar on his forehead in agony.
Darren hurried to help him, but a spell struck him.
"Relax your strength."
Darren slumped onto the ground.
"Very good, very good. Now, both of you are in my hands."
The voice laughed coldly.
"Who are you? Do you have a grudge against me? If you have an enemy, it's me. I'm already in your hands—you can torture me however you want. Let my brother go!"
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding, Father value +100]
[Ding…]
…What?
So many Holy Father values?
[System, who started this live broadcast?]
[Ding, Voldemort is projecting this scene to the Hogwarts grounds.]
So that's it.
The Dark Lord wanted to announce his return to everyone.
Darren sighed inwardly.
"Very good. Such touching brotherhood. But tonight, two people are destined to die!"
Voldemort sneered.
Two people?
Darren was momentarily confused.
Him and Harry?
Would Voldemort really kill his own "son"?
Then Darren noticed a wizard bound nearby.
It looked like Mr. Diggory.
All right.
Case solved.
Voldemort planned to kill Mr. Diggory and Harry.
No wonder—there was never any mention of killing him.
If Voldemort truly intended to kill Darren, he wouldn't have gone through all this trouble.
He wouldn't need dispersal potions, nor spells to restrain him.
If Voldemort really wanted him dead, Darren would already be dead.
Of course, Voldemort wanted to kill him—but couldn't.
And if he tried, he'd probably end up doubting his own existence.
How tragic.
Still, with so many people watching, Darren had to put on a good performance.
This scene wasn't tragic enough yet.
How else was the system supposed to activate properly?