Chapter 437 - Third Task Ⅲ (2/2)
Back at Hogwarts, the school is filled with hushed voiced as two of the champions had simply vanished upon Igor Karkaroff touching the golden cup. The instant that Reginald and Georgine had seen Rowan not willing to reach for the cup, they knew immediately that something had gone wrong. The two of them leapt out of their seats and shoved their way down the stands to no avail as they saw her vanish away.
Having reached the bottom of the stands, Reginald eyes are blazing in fury, while Georgine hid her deadly anger behind a façade of ice. ”Where is my granddaughter?” Reginald frostily demanded to know as all of the judges blankly stared at each other including the two Ministry members.
”I swear, it was perfectly fine, when I put it there this morning!” Dano Amundsen protested in his own defense as Reginald's chilly eyes passed over him.
”If anything happens to her-,” Reginald doesn't even bother to finish his threat. If anything happened to her, they'd all wish they were dead, literally.
From behind Georgine, Severus breathlessly says, ”Where's Rowan? Is this also a surprise part of the tournament?”
None of the adults dare to say otherwise, when gasps can be heard. ”Karkaroff's got the cup!” Someone screamed in the crowd.
The judges alongside move to hurry over, but Reginald wasn't much for patience right now. Taking out his wand he just blasts a hole right through every the entire enchanted hedge maze wall and straight to the middle of the maze. It is rather terrifying and exhilarating to watch. Who know that the old Prince possessed enough power to actually rival that of Albus Dumbledore? Even Dumbledore seemed to a bit taken back at the sudden revelation.
The judges alongside the Professors rushed forward as Georgine remained behind with Severus. ”But I want to know exactly what's going on, Aunt Georgine!” Severus protested.
”Not to worry, Severus,” Georgine firmly retorted. ”Brother will sort this out, you'll see.” Severus slowly nods his head as Georgine hides her worry and gently rests her hand on his shoulder. Severus doesn't pull away as the two of them wait at the edge of the maze.
Igor Karkaroff is rather dazed, when Reginald lifts him by collar including the tournament cup still head in Igor's arms. ”Where is my granddaughter?” Reginald icily asked.
”The girl?” Igor stupidly blinked. ”Ah, she waz left behind.”
A murderous look appears across Reginald's face as everyone including Igor notices it. Fearful for his life now Igor tries to struggle to no avail as he finds the tip of toes not even brushing the ground. ”I did not knov! She 'rew the cup at me!” Igor shouted for his life lest he be strangled.
”Please put Mr. Karkaroff down, Prince,” Dumbledore quietly said. ”I'll get the truth out of the young man.”
Reginald slowly releases his grip as he coldly turns towards Dumbledore. ”I trusted my grandchildren to you, Professor. And yet, my granddaughter was still forced to participate in this farce of a tournament. If anything happens to her, Dumbledore. I will hold you personally responsible, you should know that.”
Igor falls onto the ground in shock as he trembles. ”Please look this way,” Dumbledore firmly said as Igor stares into the deep blue piercing eyes of the Headmaster. The two of them stare in silence for a bit, before Dumbledore breaks the stare.
”The Triwizard Cup was enchanted to be a portkey,” Dumbledore explained as gasps are heard. ”It'd have taken all the champions in the vicinity regardless of where they were. We were just lucky that Delacour had already been pulled out of the maze. The cup took them to some swampland, where Mr. Karkaoff passed out to only come to-.” Madam Maxime shakes her head aghast muttering things under her breath.
Professor Vulchanova only looks on in resignation. He knew that his champion was completely useless, and an idiot really. Which made him feel that much worse about the rest of his student's. Perhaps it was time to retire? He'd have to find a good replacement, but he already had one in mind. The person in question was rather capable and though a tad modern, Mrs. Vulchanova, his daughter-in-law would do very nicely in fulfilling said position.
Dumbledore paused to gain his strength back in his voice. ”When Miss Prince, my apprentice threw the cup at him. The portkey cup was designed to return all the champions except for one, Miss Prince.” The temperature drop was visibly felt as Reginald Prince like he was ready to hex Dumbledore where he stood.
”Can we track the portkey to its last location?” Mr. Lye asked.
”Not if it was illegally made,” Mr. Flint reluctantly answered. ”It won't be registered at the ministry otherwise.”
Reginald doesn't say another word but merely turns away and gives Dumbledore one last pointed look that said, ”Find her or else!” Stomping off everyone is left staring at each other as even Dumbledore blankly stares. What could they possibly do?