Chapter 436 - Third Task Ⅱ (1/2)
Returning her attention to the hedge corridor in front of Rowan found herself in front of a rock wall. Without any hesitation, she blasted her way through a rock wall next before emerging into an open space. The Triwizard Cup was gleaming on a plinth a hundred yards away. Walking towards it, she paused as she stared at the gleaming trophy. There was something off about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what that was.
It simply wasn't worth dying for the stupid metal trophy. She had plenty of money and didn't need the prize money. Pointing her wand into the sky, Rowan is about to release red sparks, when a dark figure rushed past her.
”I am the vinner!” Igor Karkaroff smugly called out, when suddenly the golden cup began to glow as Igor reached out and grabbed her sleeve and suddenly, they were hurtling away.
”Of course,” Rowan sarcastically thought to herself as she was jerked through a howl of wind and colors. ”It had to be the idiot, who drops us in hot water. I should have known that my blasted luck wouldn't hold out until the very end.”
Rowan felt her feet slam into the ground as the Triwizard Cup was pulled away from her grasp. Looking quickly around she found herself hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts. The surrounding mountains were gone, and they were standing on the edges of a murky marsh. Letting out a curse under her breath she quickly looks for the Triwizard Cup, but it has been pulled somewhere into the fog.
”Vat is happen'ng?” Igor exclaimed as if Rowan was to blame. If anything, she should be the one who is angry.
”Someone enchanted the cup into a portkey,” Rowan softly hissed, before hastily closing her eyes and pulling up her world mapscape. Instantly the surrounding area for miles appeared as a new location on the mapscape. Dozens of figures appear on her map that are rapidly heading towards their location especially one red dot in particular that caused her to pale.
”Well, bloody hell,” Rowan swore under her breath as she spotted the Triwizard Tournament on the map in the distance sitting on a rock ledge surrounded by Inferni. Really, who keeps Inferni outdoors like weird creepy crocodile watchdogs? But she apparently had her answer, Riddle.
There was no way on earth, they'd be able to run through the marsh and get to the Triwizard Cup. Not with everyone rapidly approaching them. No, she'd have to teleport with Karkaroff there and obliviate him. Provided that they didn't die in the attempt.
”Shut up!” Rowan hissed as she dragged Igor by the collar and pulled him close. ”Listen you dunderhead, someone is trying to kill us. I can get us to the Triwizard cup, but I'm going to need your help. Now shut up, they're coming!”
Still holding, Igor by the collar, Rowan teleported away some distance away into a tree that was high above a pool filled with Inferni. ”Okay, I'm-,” Rowan doesn't even get to finish her sentence when Igor's eyes roll back and he slumps down against a branch. Of course, she'd forgotten that most non-teleporters tended to pass out when carried in a jump. Well, that made things easier at least.
Rowan pulled out her wand and said, ”Accio Triwizard Cup!” But nothing happened. Naturally, the judges had cast a spell preventing a champion from cheating. That instantly meant that the Seize and Pull charm she'd used in the second event was out of the question as well.
”Oh, why is it never easy?!” Rowan swore under her breath, before coming up with a plan to get the blasted tournament cup down without being killed nor drowned by the Inferni dwelling at the bottom of the pool of water.
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Elsewhere at the edge of the swamp, Lord Voldemort leads the way as he eagerly seeks to find his prize, the prince granddaughter. ”Well, well, what do we have here?” Voldemort said as evil chuckles from the Death Eater's echo at his side.
Emerging from the rising green fog, Voldemort froze at finding no one standing there. Whirling around he roared, ”Find her!” Suddenly, Death Eater's spring in all directions as Voldemort clenches his wand in anger, before hurrying forward into the marsh. He would not let his prey escape.