He remembered the number—123—not just the time, but a sequence. One-two-three. Step by step. First, summon the Firebolt. Second, draw the dragon away from her eggs. Third, dive for the golden egg.
But Harry survived. Because his wand shared a core with Voldemort’s. Because the ghosts of his parents and Cedric appeared from the twin wands. Because he grabbed the cup, thinking One last breath. Two feet on the ground. Three seconds to escape. harry potter and the goblet of fire 123