Chapter 169: Harry Returns, The Mole Appears

Enthusiastic cheers swept across the entire field like a tide, torches crackled in the night wind, reflecting the excited expressions on people's faces.

Harry Potter had become the champion of this Triwizard Tournament!

The Gryffindor flag was raised high amidst the cheers, and Ron and several other Weasley children jumped up excitedly, waving their hands and shouting loudly.

The crowd surged toward the maze exit, applause and shouts intertwined into a boiling ocean.

But Harry, the object of everyone's cheers, had no joy of winning the championship at all.

He curled up on the ground in pain, his body trembling non-stop.

The scar on his forehead stung violently as if being burned, cold sweat soaked his black hair, and the wound on his right arm was constantly oozing dark red blood.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the cry of pain that was about to burst through his throat, and those blood-red eyes kept flashing in his mind.

Dumbledore walked quickly to his side, squatted down, held his shoulders, and called out to him.

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry trembled and raised his face. After seeing Dumbledore, his eyes finally focused, and painful tears slid down mixed with the blood on his forehead.

"Professor...... he's back, Voldemort, he's back."

Harry used his last bit of strength to grab Dumbledore's arm tightly, his voice trembling as he said.

"And Peter, he didn't die either, it was him who helped Voldemort resurrect..."

Harry continued to speak, his body twitching violently due to pain and excitement, his voice almost broken.

Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't have any extra emotions, instead grabbing Harry's hand to comfort him.

"It's okay Harry, it's okay, you're safe."

"I will handle everything, calm down."

Dumbledore's voice was low and firm. Harry looked at Dumbledore's calm and composed eyes as always, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

But his breathing was still rapid and unstable, and every breath felt like his throat had been cut by a knife.

And because of the noise of the crowd around, Harry's words could only be heard by the few people nearby.

Old Barty heard the news of Voldemort's return, he lowered his eyelids slightly, unable to see his expression.

And John heard the news of Voldemort's return and Peter still being alive, and for some reason, he wasn't surprised at all.

What he cared about more now was Old Barty.

Because the feeling Old Barty gave him was different from a while ago.

That dull Old Barty had regained his spirit, and inexplicably had a disgusting sense of familiarity.

Plus just now, when Harry suddenly appeared, Old Barty's reaction of being shocked was very incongruous.

It was as if Harry shouldn't have come back.

Although he was also stunned for a moment, that was a normal reaction based on Harry suddenly coming back, not as exaggerated as Old Barty.

Also, when he heard the news of Voldemort's resurrection, he seemed to have an illusion of relief, as if a long-awaited ending had finally arrived.

But for the news that Peter was still alive, he wasn't surprised at all.

You know, Peter was sent to the execution ground by him personally last year, and now hearing the news that Peter was still alive, he actually had no reaction.

John looked sideways at Old Barty's lowered eyebrows, and quietly took out his wand.

At this time, Old Barty's eyes presented a gray-blue color that was incomparably familiar to John in the dim environment.

That color was exactly the same as the figure he saw in the shadow under the Triwizard Cup in his memory.

Once there was an answer in his heart, the previously seemingly irrelevant information was connected together.

First.

It was Old Barty who defied all opinions and lowered the age limit of the Triwizard Tournament to 14 years old.

Coincidentally, our Savior is 14 years old.

Second.

John had learned from the pharmacist who delivered materials that Old Barty had purchased a large amount of potion materials from him.

Old Barty's reason to the pharmacist was that it was for the Triwizard Tournament.

But now the Triwizard Tournament was over, and he hadn't seen the shadow of those materials.

Instead, after learning that Krum was replaced by Polyjuice Potion, it reminded him that among the materials the pharmacist said, several were key components of Polyjuice Potion.

Finally.

The one who had the ability and opportunity to help Peter escape, had the ability to master Krum's movements and take the opportunity to attack him, had the ability to prepare a large amount of Polyjuice Potion to disguise his identity, and could reasonably stay in Hogwarts as an outsider, was only Old Barty who met the conditions.

Thinking about it now, on the second night after he signed up.

Old Barty had come to talk to him out of the blue, hoping that he could also handle the upcoming 'challenge' calmly.

It was as if he knew he would definitely be selected.

Reasonably inferred, the person that night was Old Barty, he wanted to help Harry sign up, but didn't expect to be bumped into by himself, just now he cast some kind of must-hit spell on the Triwizard Cup, and as a result, he was preempted by himself to sign up.

Although these were based on his imagination, there was no substantial evidence.

But sometimes solving a case doesn't need to be so troublesome... just need to do a simple verification.

On the other side, Madam Pomfrey's nursing team finally squeezed through the crowd and surrounded them, quickly checking Harry's injuries and bandaging his wounds.

And Dumbledore turned to look at the students and audience who were still constantly cheering and celebrating.

He slowly raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"The Triwizard Tournament ends here!"

"The champion has been born! Please return to the castle in an orderly manner to rest for the night, and tomorrow we will hold an all-school assembly for the award ceremony."

Dumbledore didn't say anything about Voldemort's resurrection immediately, but first dispersed the crowd, he still had things to ask Harry clearly.

Wait until later to make a decision.

And John suddenly walked toward Old Barty with a concerned expression.

"Mr. Crouch, are you okay?"

"Uh, what?"

Old Barty obviously hadn't come back to his senses, and didn't react when John asked suddenly.

"Your face is a bit pale, and why is your hair suddenly a bit yellow?"

John tilted his head and said with a concerned look.

Hearing John's words, Old Barty was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he trembled all over, subconsciously raising his hand to cover his face.

Then he hurriedly turned his back, anxiously taking out a silver flask from his arms.

However, before he could open the flask, John had already stepped forward and pressed his wrist.

"Transformation Reversal."

John didn't know when he took out his wand, pointing at him with a cold face and chanting the spell.

"Uh!!"

Caught off guard, Old Barty's body shook violently, and the whole person twitched violently, his face twisted and deformed rapidly.

His skin melted like wax, and his gray-black hair turned golden rapidly.

Immediately after, a young and familiar face appeared in front of John.

It was exactly the golden-haired man he saw in the maze.

The golden-haired man staggered back, staring at John with shocked and angry eyes.

"You... how did you see through me!"

He shouted in disbelief.

However, John didn't respond to his question.

Directly flew up and punched him in the face.

Damn it!

Playing with me for so long in the maze!

Wanted to beat you up for a long time! ===== CHAPTER 170 =====