UPDATE: The dinner at Hogwarts today is much richer than ever.

Harry still couldn't see how nervous he was as he slowly ate the food on the long table, waiting for the enchanted ceiling to change from blue to dark purple twilight.

Dumbledore stood up from his seat, and everyone in the auditorium fell silent.

"In five minutes, we're going to invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch for the final event of the Triwizard Tournament, and now the Warriors are invited to follow Mr. Bagman to the playing field."

Harry got up, the students at the Gryffindor table applauded him, the Weasleys and Hermione wished him luck, and he walked out of the Great Hall with Cedric, Fleur, and Krum.

After leaving the auditorium, Harry deliberately fell behind, he just made a tentative move, and then someone came close to him.

"Feeling okay? Harry," Bagman asked as they descended the stairs. "Are you confident?"

Harry gave him a thoughtful look.

"fine."

Bagman didn't seem to see Harry's strange gaze, and after observing that he really didn't have much nervousness, Bagman led them into the sports field together.

The Quidditch pitch was completely gone, a twenty-foot-high hedge surrounded the edge of the pitch, leaving only a gap where the entrance to the maze was.

The sky was completely dark at this time. In the darkness, the passage inside the entrance was dark and scary, which made the three warriors except Harry even more nervous.

Soon, a few minutes later, hundreds of students filed in and sat in the stands above, the air was filled with excited words and clutter of footsteps.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Moody and Hagrid all wore the uniformly drawn wizard hats.

The four of them are the security guards tonight. They are patrolling outside the maze during the game. If the warriors encounter any danger inside, they can fire red sparks, and the professors will rush over, but they will also be automatically watched. for the end of the game.

Bagman used a loud voice to his throat.

Harry on the side was peeking at him, and could vaguely see that his hand holding the wand was trembling slightly, as if he was excited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final game of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! First place - Viktor Krum 85 points! Second place - Sedri C. Diggory 80! 3rd - Harry Potter 75, 4th - Fleur Delacour."

"Now listen to my whistle, Victor, who is the first, enters the labyrinth first!"

After a quick whistle sounded, Krum hurried into the maze, followed by Cedric. Although he didn't get first place in the first two games, his average score was also high because he was second.

Harry is the third, he won the first event in the first event, but the second event dragged down a lot, resulting in an unsatisfactory score.

As for Furong, it's not that her strength is poor, but that she has bad luck whether she is facing the fire dragon or underwater in the Black Lake, which makes her now countdown.

After the third whistle sounded, Harry followed quickly into the maze.

Just after entering the dark labyrinth, his pace slowed down, and then he wandered aimlessly inside, and after reaching a corner where he was sure he would not meet other people, he took out from his pocket. A strange looking bird appeared.

The bird's eyes were surrounded by a pattern like glasses, and Harry looked at the bird and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Let's go, pay attention next, it's in the principal's office, don't go anywhere."

The bird nodded humanely, waving its wings directly, and flew out of the maze.

Harry, who had no burden on his body, was completely relaxed, humming a little song from his hometown, as if he was walking in his own backyard.

When he came to a fork in the road, he didn't make a choice, he stuck his wand on the ground, and went whichever way it fell.

It didn't take long for him to meet a worrisome figure running back.

It was Cedric, his robe seemed to have been burned by some creature, and the sleeves were still smoking.

He saw Harry too, shouting as he ran.

"It's Hagrid's fried tail snail! Too many, I managed to get out."

He didn't choose to walk on one path with Harry, but rushed into another path, and now he is still very responsible and wants to lead the blasting tail farther, not to affect Harry.

Harry was amazed at his character, but he didn't help him to get rid of those blasted tail snails behind him.

It would be an insult to such a man of high character that he did so.

Harry also turned to another road, but as soon as he walked in, he realized that there was actually a group of exploding tail snails here.

Muttering that Hagrid's preferences were truly unique, he drew out his wand.

If a careful person sees his wand, he will find that the one in his hand is obviously different from the one he has been using before.

It's just that it's pitch-dark here, and there's no one else, so naturally no one will notice.

As soon as the exploding snails found Harry, they rushed towards him quickly.

This creature has a high desire to attack, and the explosive power of the tail is not weak. The most important thing is that it looks a little too deformed.

Such a lot of crawling forward is really nauseating to the point of spitting up dinner at night, and it's no wonder that Hagrid's magical animals protection class has not been well received.

There was no extra movement in Harry's hands. He just waved his wand lightly, and he didn't even utter the spell. There were about a dozen or twenty fried-tailed snails suddenly floating in the air. He got up and flew into the air as high as the labyrinth hedge.

Having done all this, Harry with a relaxed expression retracted his wand into his cuff, and walked on the road that became unobstructed again.

About a minute after he left, the blasted tail snails controlled by the Levitation Charm fell to the ground, lying on their backs on the ground for a long time and trying to straighten their bodies again.

This is completely inconsistent with Harry's normal strength, and no one else saw it.

Those spectators in the stands were the same as those who watched the game at Black Lake before. They couldn't actually see the process of the game at all, and could only wait there stupidly for the final winner to get the trophy and come out.

Harry felt so stupid to be a spectator like this, and if he was still a spectator now, he would never have been sitting in the stands and blowing the cold wind all night.

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