Chapter 694
Harry's Decision
Chapter 694 Harry's Decision
"I remember now!" Harry exclaimed suddenly. "A few days ago I heard that Filch was giving you trouble, and I found it a bit strange. He's never been so rude to you before... That's when you found out who he was?"
Wade secretly applauded Harry's unintentional cooperation, his gaze falling on the Goblet of Fire, and said:
"Yes. But before he escaped, he revealed that Voldemort wanted one of the warriors who participated in the third competition. I checked, and the trophy is indeed a door key, but someone erased the original destination and changed the final location."
“Where will it lead to…” He looked at Harry: “I think you should have a guess.”
Harry's heart pounded. He stared intently into Wade's eyes, trying to find any trace of deception or manipulation.
However, no.
In those grey eyes, there was only familiar certainty and sincerity.
"So what's the plan?" Harry asked in a low voice. "Are we just going to walk right into a trap? Without telling Dumbledore?"
"And then?" Wade countered. "Even if the headmaster believes us, examines the Goblet of Fire, and discovers its destination, do you think Voldemort will be foolish enough to just stand there and wait when he gets there?"
"of course not."
Harry murmured, his fingers unconsciously tracing the scar on his forehead, enduring the faint pain, "He'll lie in wait like a viper, moving to another place, trying again and again, until he achieves his goal!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, a sense of lingering fear rising in his heart.
"Voldemort will stop at nothing to achieve his goals! That's what happened during the World Cup... and this time too. If it weren't for your puppet eliminating the other contestants, all the warriors might have been in danger!"
He couldn't help but look towards the school. Through the dense shadows of the trees, he could almost see Sirius Black grinning broadly, Remus gently encouraging him to keep going. And Hermione, Ron, Neville, Michael, Ryan…
"That person doesn't care at all whether his plan will implicate others. If it happens again... everyone around me will be in danger!"
He spoke angrily and firmly, the stinging pain in his forehead making his vision blur, but when he looked up again, his eyes were burning with a resolute flame.
"Instead of constantly guarding against Voldemort and Death Eaters who could appear at any moment, and letting more innocent people be harmed by their ambitions, it's better to follow his plan and see what his true purpose is!"
“That’s what I was thinking too.” Wade nodded slightly, then added, “But you know, once you hold the trophy, there’s no turning back!”
Harry took a deep breath: "I didn't have many other options to begin with. But at least... this time, I know what I'm facing!"
Wade smiled. "So... together?"
“But Wade…” Harry stopped him, saying, “I don’t want to look like a pretentious fool, and I know you’re strong. But… but I feel…”
He took a deep breath, trying not to show any wavering or regret.
Harry felt he had to finish what he had to say as soon as possible, or he worried he might change his mind.
“I think… Voldemort wants me! So you don’t actually need to come with me on this adventure! I want you to go back to the pitch immediately, tell Dumbledore everything, and then…”
"And then wait to collect your corpse?" Wade interrupted him, speaking rather rudely.
Harry: "..."
It's hard to describe the savior's expression at that moment; it was as if the courage he had barely mustered had been punctured, and his face went blank for a moment.
“Listen, Harry,” Wade said seriously, “I didn’t decide to go on this adventure with you on a whim; I’m standing here prepared! Maybe you’re going on this adventure with the courage to die, but I’m not… I will come back alive, and I will never watch you die before my eyes.”
Harry opened his mouth, but found himself unable to make a sound. His clenched fist trembled slightly, and after a long while, he finally said:
"Then you have to promise me that if the situation gets out of control, you must prioritize your own safe evacuation."
Wade paused for a moment, then gave a genuine smile: "Of course, do you think I'm Gryffindor?"
He turned to the Goblet of Fire, his voice barely audible: "Count to three?"
“Okay,” Harry said, “one…two…three…”
They both grasped the handle of the Goblet of Fire.
In an instant, a strange magical power burst forth from the cup, like an invisible hook that suddenly grabbed the two people's navels and pulled them forward violently.
"pay close attention!"
Harry thought he had shouted something, but his voice was broken in the howling wind.
The world twisted and spun before his eyes, and he was thrown into a vortex of dazzling colors. Everything around him was stretched into a flowing illusion, and Vader was always by his side.
"boom!"
The two landed heavily on the hard ground. Harry, dizzy, propped himself up, his glasses hanging askew on his nose; Wade, however, adjusted his posture the instant he hit the ground, finally kneeling on one knee.
He first looked at his palm, then at his surroundings.
Sure enough, the Goblet of Fire did not teleport with them; it disappeared from their hands.
……
After his initial astonishment, Dumbledore clutched his forehead in exasperation, speechless for a long while, ignoring the commotion emanating from those around him.
"Quirkello? That stuttering professor?" A fourth-grade student looked at his classmate in surprise. "Did you hear that? They just said that Professor Quirrell was done to by the mysterious man? Did I hear that right?"
Fudge angrily knocked over the glass beside him: "That's utter nonsense! Barty Jr. died in Azkaban a long time ago! Dumbledore, is this how you teach your students?"
The Bulgarian delegation collectively changed color: "I knew it! Those Vevas' madness was definitely not an accident!"
Suddenly, several Irish wizards covered their faces and began to weep, their shoulders trembling violently. They had once regarded the goblins as family companions, but after that night, most of the goblins that had gone mad were executed by the wizards.
In the audience, many people who had personally experienced that terrifying night began to sob quietly.
"Cut off the live stream! Stop playing!" Fudge yelled at FMC, "How much longer are you going to let these two kids fool the audience on camera?"
"Continue broadcasting." The broadcasting staff heard the excited instruction from their superiors: "My God! The whole world will be changed because of our program today!"
So everyone pretended not to see the excited Minister of Magic.
However, when the two men simultaneously reached for the Goblet of Fire, the audience erupted in the most unified and urgent shouts they had ever heard—
"stop!!!"
"No, no, no, no! Don't go, Harry, Wade!" Sirius roared at the top of his lungs, "Stop them, Dumbledore!"
As he shouted, he jumped off the stands and ran wildly toward the Forbidden Forest.
The next second, the image on the giant mirror suddenly went black, and even the sound disappeared.
The bluebird broadcasting the broadcast paused for a moment, then, as if receiving some kind of command, it swooped down toward the Goblet of Fire, which was still placed in the center of the open space, and disappeared from its spot in an instant.
(End of this chapter)