Just when a decisive battle broke out in the depths of the maze about who was "more sinister and cunning", the bored audience outside the maze were talking in low voices. Just like the second event, everyone could only stay outside and patiently wait for the competition.

result.

Not being able to see what is happening in the maze at this moment undoubtedly greatly reduced the audience's enthusiasm for the finals, because there was no viewing experience at all.

Isobel and Nia were sitting at the family table waiting patiently. As if to hide their anxiety, Isobel was combing Tom's hair. The fat cat who knew nothing was yawning carefree.

Enjoy Nia feeding.

At the referee's seat not far away, Dumbledore squinted his eyes and looked above the maze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just now, green sparks rose above the maze.

This is not a good sign.

"What's wrong?"

Amelia Bones noticed Dumbledore's reaction and asked doubtfully.

"There is a green spark." Dumbledore said suddenly.

"What's wrong with the Green Spark?" Scrimgeour, as an Auror, was more perceptive than others in many ways.

"The signal for help is a red spark." Dumbledore didn't think the warriors would get such a small thing wrong.

"Nothing signaled by green sparks?" Scrimgeour asked, frowning.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head.

"What's wrong with the green spark?" Fudge thought the conversation between the two was incomprehensible.

Just as everyone was waiting to fall asleep, a silver monster flew across the night sky, circled gracefully above everyone's heads, and then landed near the podium.

"what is that?"

There was a burst of whispers in the stands, and the audience's attention was attracted by the silver gryphon.

"Patronus?"

Amelia Bones looked at the patron saint in front of her with interest. Just when she was about to ask, the patron saint suddenly opened her mouth and spoke in Albert's calm voice.

"I was attacked. Moody was a fake. Everyone was controlled. Harry could be in big trouble. I wasn't hurt."

After the silver griffon delivered the message, it disappeared completely. It took the spectators in the stands a long time to realize what had happened.

Dumbledore drew his wand and stood up.

"Who's the patron saint?"

Scrimgeour also took out his wand. Auror's experience told him that something bad happened in the maze.

"Mr. Anderson's patron saint."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at his throat and shouted: "Quiet, please keep quiet, professors, maintain order."

"Scrimgeour, Madam Maxime, Severus, would you mind accompanying me into the maze?" Dumbledore greeted the three of them and walked quickly towards the depths of the maze.

Fudge and Amelia Bones looked at each other in confusion, but in the end they did not follow into the maze. They knew very well that someone was needed to help maintain order outside.

"this……"

Scrimgeour looked at Grindylow who was stabbed to death by an earthen cone, the solid stone bridge in front of him and the red hats swallowed up by the hedges, and he couldn't help but frown deeply.

"It should be Mr. Anderson who did it. He is the only one who can do such exaggerated things." Snape did not think other warriors had this ability.

"Do you know which way to go?" Madam Maxime asked Dumbledore, who was leading the way.

"I don't know. I think it shouldn't be difficult to find him by following Mr. Anderson's footsteps."

At this moment, a red spark suddenly rose into the sky.

"It seems that Mr. Anderson is also worried that we can't find the right way." Dumbledore quickly walked towards the direction of the red sparks.

Halfway through, they saw a burned passage and a burnt blast-ended snail with a hole in its head.

"He did this too?"

Even though Scrimgeour didn't recognize the Blast-Ended Skrewt, he could tell that it was dangerous, yet it was burned to death.

"It should be Devil's Flame." Snape glanced at Dumbledore and reminded, "It seems that that guy has indeed learned a lot of dark magic recently."

Everyone was on alert, but they soon realized that their vigilance was completely unnecessary, because all dangers were solved by Albert.

They found three professors who were tightly bound by spells.

"If I were you, I wouldn't take off their restraints easily."

A voice suddenly sounded, causing Snape, who was about to go over to check, to stop. His eyes caught a glimpse of a plant in the corner, and his face trembled slightly.

"Then Moody is an impostor. He is most likely Peter Pettigrew or Barty Crouch Jr."

"Mr. Anderson?" Dumbledore raised his wand and asked loudly.

"Professors Flitwick and McGonagall were under the Imperius Curse. Of course, Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour were also the same. They immediately used the Avada Kedavra as soon as they saw me, so after making sure that they were free of

It's best not to let them go before the Imperius Curse is under control. Also, I didn't see Harry Potter, I suspect he has disappeared. As for Hagrid, he probably hasn't figured out what happened yet."

"Do you have evidence? Why are you hiding?"

Scrimgeour pointed warily at the location of the sound with his wand.

I can't help it, this situation is a bit weird.

"You'd better take the time to find Harry Potter. He may not be at Hogwarts anymore. He should have been sent away by the impostor through some means. I suspect that the Death Eaters need Harry to catch him.

To resurrect the mysterious man with something that looks like Potter's body, you'd better wake up the impostor as soon as possible and find out from his mouth where Potter was taken. Otherwise, you'll be late and you may have to help Harry Potter collect the body.

Already."

"Severus, please bring me the most powerful Veritaserum and a powerful recovery potion." Dumbledore's face became extremely gloomy.

"Did you just say that other warriors were also controlled by the Imperius Curse?" Madame Maxime frowned and asked, "Where is Fleur?"

"Go along the passage in front and you will be able to see Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum. However, you'd better not wake them up before they release the control of the Imperius Curse." Albert's

The voice sounded again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Scrimgeour frowned, dissatisfied with Albert's hiding his head and tail.

As the only insider, it was obviously necessary for him to explain the matter clearly to everyone.

"I'm going to get the trophy first. I think the students at Hogwarts will probably want me to take that thing back. For other things, we can meet outside and talk about what happened here."

"Wait! And you are like this, how can we believe what you say."

Just when Scrimgeour was about to walk in the direction of the sound, he saw a spell flying towards him. He quickly waved his wand to deflect the spell. As a result, a series of spells flew towards him, leaving him with nothing but support.

.

After Scrimgeour blocked all the spells, he was thrown away by a force and slammed into the hedge behind him. His hands and feet were immediately entangled by countless vines, and even his mouth was sealed. Then he

A stun spell flew out of the dark passage and hit Scrimgeour, who was still struggling, completely eliminating his threat.

The most shocking thing is that the moment Scrimgeour's wand fell from his hand, it was pulled by a force and flew towards the dark passage.

"Ah, this..."

Mrs. Maxim glanced at Scrimgeour, who was pinned to the wall by a series of spells. The expression on his face was a bit strange. She knew that Albert Anderson was a very powerful wizard before, but now she knew what this guy was.

How awesome it is.

No wonder a group of people who wanted to kill him were defeated by Albert Anderson.

"Of course you don't have to believe it, because I don't believe you either."

"Tonight, I've had enough attacks, I've had enough people throwing Avada Kedavra at me, so don't do anything that makes me think suspicious, otherwise I can only temporarily treat you as being under the Imperius Curse.

Control the unlucky bugs and temporarily eliminate your threat."

The voice sounded a little cold, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Scrimgeour's reckless behavior.

"Be safe, we'll meet outside. Come out quickly so as not to worry others." Dumbledore did not blame Albert for his extreme behavior, but turned his head and said, "Mrs. Maxim, please go find Grams

Mr. Lum and Miss Delacour, take them out of the maze first, and we can talk about other things after we get out."

"Okay." Mrs. Maxim agreed and walked quickly towards the front passage.

After Madame Maxime left, Dumbledore waved his wand, lowered the subdued Scrimgeour from the hedge, and woke him up again.

"What the hell!" Scrimgeour's face looked extremely ugly.

"Okay Mr. Scrimgeour, you'd better not continue to irritate Mr. Anderson. He has been attacked one after another. Now everyone thinks the other is suspicious. It is definitely not a wise move to irritate him rashly." Dumbledore sighed,

warned, "Believe me, no one wants to spend months in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies."

Dumbledore naturally didn't believe that Albert would be irritated. He probably hated the formality of the Ministry of Magic and had no intention of accepting the investigation at all.

"Where is my wand?" Scrimgeour asked with a dark face.

"It was taken away by Mr. Anderson using the Flying Curse. I think it will be returned to you." Dumbledore comforted.

"You actually believe what he said." Scrimgeour glared at Dumbledore dissatisfied.
To be continued...