Chapter 344: The Eyes That See Through the Past
Chapter 344: The Eyes That See Through the Past
The black mist was not hindered by physical objects; it passed through the rubble and completely enveloped Sherlock.
The Armor Charm that had been maintaining a constant defense around Sherlock now came into play, resisting some of the black mist's invasive magic. However, it was only a partial defense.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The sharp spell echoed from within the black mist. This time, Sherlock had no chance to prepare; his Control Magic was severely restricted within the mist, limited to a three-meter radius, making it impossible to detect anything beyond that range.
Sherlock could only roll awkwardly on the spot, the dark green light grazing the hem of his robe and striking the ground, leaving a small patch of scorched earth.
If this continued, he would be forced to endure the attacks passively. Voldemort's Killing Curses, delivered sporadically, were like the intermittent paws of a cat playing with a rat, always poised to deliver the fatal blow.
Fortunately, Sherlock was not entirely defenseless. Despite his current fighting strength being somewhat inferior to that of Voldemort and Dumbledore, the gap was not insurmountable.
After successfully dodging the second Killing Curse, Sherlock immediately controlled the wands floating around him to form a circular array.
"Sectumsempra!"
Invisible blades radiated outward from Sherlock, slicing through the air in a horizontal arc.
The surrounding trees were cut down, and even the black mist, denser than the night itself, seemed to part slightly.
However, there was no sound of blades slicing through flesh, suggesting that Sherlock's attack had not hit its mark. Yet, a few black fabric fragments drifting in the wind indicated that Voldemort, while evading the spell, had not done so effortlessly.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, his breathing becoming more rapid, and his focus tightening.
Whether or not he had inflicted damage, achieving any result was a good sign!
In the center of the third task's maze, where the Triwizard Cup had originally been placed.
Silke's released eyes saw all the past events involving the stone pedestal that held the cup.
From its creation by Hagrid to its placement in the maze before the Triwizard Cup, to Dumbledore, in front of the judges, personally placing the cup on the pedestal. Later, in the dead of night, a Wizard cloaked in gray, his face obscured, approached the pedestal. He performed some complex magic on the Triwizard Cup, spending two hours before completing it and disappearing.
Finally, she saw Cedric and Sherlock, disguised as Harry, approach the pedestal in the maze's center, lift the cup together, and vanish simultaneously.
The first time travel ended, and Silke's golden eyes visibly dimmed.
She closed her eyes, her breathing erratic, and spoke urgently to Dumbledore.
"The cup that was originally here was turned into a Portkey. They were both transported away by it."
Silke's words sparked a tumult among those present.
"Someone tampered with the Triwizard Cup? They transported Potter and Diggory away?" Professor Mcgonagall's face was pale with shock. If she didn't know that Silke was not one to joke, she would have doubted the truth of her words.
Mrs. Weasley looked extremely anxious.
"There must be a way to save Harry and the other one, right?"
Cedric's parents looked utterly dejected, only able to watch Dumbledore with hopeful eyes, praying he would say something useful.
Fudge, who had been initially aggressive, now looked embarrassed and suspicious, his gaze fixed on Dumbledore, still wondering if this was some kind of Dumbledore's scheme.
Dumbledore, hearing Silke's words, looked at the judges, including Fudge.
"The one who was transported away is not Harry. Harry is in a safe place. The Harry who participated in the third task is actually Sherlock."
His words sent shockwaves through the crowd.
"Professor Forrest transformed into him!"
"Harry's behavior today did seem a bit strange", Hermione muttered to herself.
Mrs. Weasley and Bill exchanged a glance, their worry not diminishing in the slightest.
But the majority of the students were relieved. In their minds, Sherlock was undoubtedly a very powerful wizard, and in this sudden and unexpected situation, his condition would certainly be much better than Harry's.
The judges, including Fudge, were also shocked by the news.
Madame Maxime frowned and said, "You knew there would be an accident before the competition started?"
Dumbledore's gaze did not meet hers; instead, he was looking at someone else before answering Madame Maxime's question.
"We did not know, but we took a precautionary measure to ensure Harry's safety. I believe everyone would agree that, no matter how rare and significant this event is, the life of a student is more precious."
Under Dumbledore's watchful eye, Bagman also recovered from the shock of the real Harry being Sherlock. He appeared to be acting normally, looking surprised, but his body was trembling uncontrollably, worried about how Voldemort would react to seeing Sherlock instead of Harry.
Dumbledore noticed all of this.
As Dumbledore announced this news, Silke opened her eyes and tried to perform the time rewind again, focusing on the Dark Lord in the gray robes.
She wasn't trying to uncover his identity but to see the specific method he used to modify the portkey and the exact landing point.
However, her target was not the Triwizard Cup itself. The stone pedestal was just a medium and did not directly touch the spell. No matter how much effort Silke put in, she could only see some vague wand movements.
After the second time rewind ended, two prominent blood marks appeared on her face.
Using this ability was very harmful to her, which was why she had covered her eyes with a black ribbon.
But Silke showed no signs of stopping.
Before starting the third time rewind, she gripped the pendant around her neck, unscrewed the bottle cap without hesitation, and drank the golden liquid inside in one go.
(End of Chapter)
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