Chapter 575: Two Death Eaters
Harry's nerves, stretched taut throughout the ordeal, finally began to relax. For the first time, he had a moment to process what had just happened.
Fragments of memory surfaced. He recalled being brought to this place by Filch—or rather, someone pretending to be Filch. No, it had been a Death Eater under Polyjuice Potion. Voldemort had called him Barty Crouch.
Barty Crouch... That name rang a bell. It was the same as Percy's boss at the Ministry, whom Harry had met at the Quidditch World Cup. But this Barty had used his blood—Harry's blood—to resurrect Voldemort.
Then Kyle had appeared. The Death Eaters had tried to kill him, but Kyle had driven them back with a fiery dragon.
A fiery dragon.
Harry's mind lingered on the memory, vivid despite the chaos. Kyle had repelled an entire group of Death Eaters and even killed one on the spot. At the time, Harry had thought he was dreaming, that he was still asleep in his bed back at Hogwarts. But the searing pain in his leg had kept him grounded in reality.
After that, the fog had rolled in, thick and disorienting. His memories blurred further.
My glasses.
He remembered losing them inexplicably. Without them, everything became a shapeless haze. Harry had heard Dumbledore's voice at some point but dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.
Now, with Kyle confirming it, the truth was undeniable: Dumbledore had come.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Harry asked, his voice edged with confusion. His thoughts were a tangle. He didn't understand why Kyle was here. Wasn't Kyle supposed to be busy with the Triwizard Tournament? And how had everything changed so quickly?