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Chapter 575: Two Death Eaters
Chapter 575: Two Death Eaters
Harry's nerves had been taut until now, and it was only at this moment that he had time to reflect on what had just transpired.
In truth, all he could recall was being brought here by Filch... no, it was a Death Eater who had consumed Polyjuice Potion.
Voldemort seemed to address him as Barty Crouch, a name identical to Percy's superior, whom he had met at the Quidditch World Cup.
That Barty had even resurrected Voldemort with his own blood.
Then Kyle arrived, and the Death Eater intended to kill him, but Kyle drove them back with a fire-breathing dragon.
Yes, Kyle had repelled a group of Death Eaters and even killed one on the spot. At that time, he had even thought he was still asleep in his dormitory bed, dreaming everything that was unfolding before him.
But the persistent, agonizing pain in his leg reminded him incessantly that all of this was very real.
There was also that sudden mist... after which his memory became hazy.
Mostly because his glasses had mysteriously vanished.
In fact, Harry had heard Dumbledore's voice, but as he couldn't see clearly, he had assumed that what he heard was an auditory hallucination.
Now that Kyle mentioned it, it seemed that Dumbledore had indeed shown up.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Harry felt his head was in a muddle, unsure why Kyle had suddenly appeared here. Wasn't he supposed to be participating in the Triwizard Tournament?
Moreover, ever since Kyle's arrival, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the danger had passed.
"Well..." Kyle glanced at the increasingly frequent spells flashing in the sky and thought for a moment. "Weren't you taken away by Filch on the pretext of being a hostage for the maze?"
"He's Barty Crouch?" Harry interjected. "...Not Mr. Crouch from the Ministry of Magic, but another person with the same name."
"Oh, little Barty Crouch... the son of the Mr. Crouch you mentioned."
"What?" Harry asked in surprise, wondering if he had heard incorrectly.
But this time, Kyle didn't explain and continued, "However, the proposal to add hostages was rejected before dinner.
"Coincidentally, Hermione and Ron came to the Champions' Tent because they were worried about you, and that's when we found out you had been taken away.
"Also, Karkaroff had transfigured the Goblet of Fire into a Portkey, and when I touched it, it brought me here."
"And Professor Dumbledore..."
"I have a special method to summon his phoenix." Kyle said.
He looked up once more.
At this moment, the flickering lights in the sky resembled glowing orbs, changing colors faster and faster, occasionally accompanied by loud, clear roars.
"All right, Harry."
Kyle didn't let him continue his line of questioning. "Let's go back first. There will be plenty of time for your questions once we're back at school."
"But Professor Dumbledore..."
"You don't want to go and help, do you?" Kyle looked at him in surprise. "To help Dumbledore deal with Voldemort?"
Harry quietly closed his mouth.
Although he couldn't see Kyle's expression at the moment, he sensed the incredulity in Kyle's tone and realized he had asked a rather foolish question.
"Then how do we get back..." Harry quickly changed the subject, "Do you have a broomstick with you?"
"Yes," Kyle nodded, then said, "But there's no need for that. Just grab my arm."
He held out his hand.
Then he saw Harry grabbing at the air in front of him.
"..."
"Okay, I didn't think that through."
Kyle extended his arm a little further, and this time, Harry grabbed his sleeve.
But just as he was about to Disapparate, Kyle suddenly looked towards the nearby bushes.
"Who's there, come out!" He immediately raised his wand-wielding hand.
"You can't just leave," a dull voice came from behind the mask. "Otherwise, I won't be able to report back to the Dark Lord."
"Simple." Kyle replied, giving his wand a slight twirl.
"Sectumsempra!"
The Death Eater seemed to sense something and immediately scrambled to the side.
The next second, the bushes behind him were neatly sliced in half.
Cold sweat trickled down Lucius' forehead, hidden behind his mask. He had only intended to find an excuse to stay away from the summit and Dumbledore, and now he didn't want to be held accountable by Voldemort later. So he had made his way here to Kyle.
He knew Kyle was proficient in the Blasting Curse, but to be honest, in such a wide-open space, the effect of the Blasting Curse wasn't that terrifying.
But he never expected... Kyle's repertoire to include more than just the Blasting Curse. If that last spell had hit him, its effect probably wouldn't have been much different from the Killing Curse.
Now it seemed that this fifteen-year-old student was equally unsafe.
Lucius was considering running away.
He had only come to make an appearance, and there was no need to risk his life here.
But just as he hesitated, sharp stone spikes suddenly appeared on the ground, and the unprepared Lucius had his feet pierced right through.
"Ah!" he cried out in pain, trying to pull his feet free.
The next second, a wand was pressed against his head.
"Sectumsemp—"
"I surrender!" Lucius shouted. "I surrender... You can't kill me. You're Dumbledore's student, and he would never let you kill me!"
"Hmm... that's true." Kyle nodded and lowered his wand.
Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was thinking about how to ensure his survival, he heard Kyle muttering to himself.
"If... I mean, if a lost Class 5 magical creature happened to pass by here, like an Acromantula, and you just happened to be immobilized and poisoned by its venom, that would be a much more plausible story."
Lucius' heart, which had just calmed down, began to race again.
Although he was certain there were no Acromantulas here, he could sense that Kyle wasn't just making empty threats.
There might not be any Acromantulas, but their venom could certainly be carried, and he had plenty of it at home.
"This is a Muggle dwelling, there are no magical creatures here!" he shouted hastily. "If you do this, you'll definitely be found out. The Ministry will investigate..."
"Avada..." a faint voice called out from a short distance away.
Kyle's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly pulled Harry back, retreating.
The next second, a flash of green light whizzed past them.
Acting on instinct, Kyle threw a Sectumsempra curse towards the direction of the Killing Curse.
But the spell only sliced through a yew tree, and there didn't seem to be anyone there.
However, this was impossible. If no one was there, then what was the source of the Killing Curse?
Without hesitation, Kyle conjured a wall of earth that rose from the ground, shielding his side, while he grabbed hold of Harry.
That suddenly appearing Death Eater wasn't important, whether they lived or died was of no consequence to him. What mattered now was the individual hiding in the shadows.
They had cast the Killing Curse without hesitation, and until that moment, Kyle hadn't even realized there was someone there.
Was it aimed at Harry? Or himself...
But regardless of the target, they couldn't stay here any longer.
"Hold on tight," Kyle shouted.
Harry instinctively gripped Kyle's arm.
"Crack!"
With a crisp bang, the two of them vanished from the spot.
(End of Chapter)
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