Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

There is still one month left before the countdown to the competition.

There is no doubt that the warriors have gradually become nervous and urgent. They have worked hard for a whole year and took two risks, all for the final competition.

The warriors have no idea what they will encounter in the third project, so they can only seize the time to practice various magics and strive to increase their strength.

However, the tension in Su Er's heart was different from that of others.

What he was nervous about was how he could collect his strength reasonably and arrive at the final venue simultaneously with Harry without any flaws.

To be honest, Harry's strength is completely incomparable to him. This is not Soul Versailles, but even so, he is still working hard to practice the Death Curse and the Iron Armor Curse. If, what if, the curse set by Dumbledore does not work? Effectiveness, then he will have to rely on himself, and the Iron Armor Curse is the only defensive magic that has the effect of deflecting other spells.

The purpose of practicing the Death Curse is to be able to deal with those crazy people and delay the time when they are in danger.

Not everyone is Harry, the Son of Destiny, who can use an Expelliarmus to counter Avada Kedavra. Normally, the power of the Kedavra Curse can crush most curses.

Finally, the time has come to the last week of May.

After the Herbology class that day, Professor Sprout told Soul that he would go to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock that evening, where Ludo Bagman would tell the warriors about the third event. .

So, at 08:30 in the evening, Soul pushed his homework to Hermione, and with the little girl's eyes rolling, he left the Room of Requirement, came downstairs, and met Harry when he passed through the hall.

"What do you think the project will be about?" Harry asked Soul as he walked down the steps into the gloomy night.

"I heard from other people that they turned the course into an underground tunnel and then had us go look for treasure in the tunnel."

"If that's the case, it's not bad." Su Er smiled slightly. He knew what the third project was, but they would know it in a while. There was no need to reveal it in advance now. It was also a task to explain. It's troublesome, why not cooperate with Harry now.

"We can borrow a Niffler from Hagrid and give it the task of finding the treasure. Its treasure-hunting ability is not bad."

Harry nodded in understanding.

The two of them walked along the dark lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, and then got into a crack between the stands.

Through here is the Quidditch pitch.

Ludo Bagman, as well as the charming-looking Fleur and Krum were already there.

"Oh, you are here, come quickly, the time is just right." Ludo Bagman waved to them with a cheerful face,

"In one month, you will be here, under the watchful eyes of the audience, and pass the last test we set."

Unlike the dark night outside, there is a light source in the Quidditch pitch. The venue here is no longer flat and smooth. During the period when the Quidditch pitch was closed, the staff of the competition organizer established a Countless long low walls have been built. The low walls are not high and you can see them stretching in all directions.

"These are hedges?" said Harry in surprise.

"So, it's not bad." Ludo Bagman said happily. "The progress is great. Hagrid is very good at taking care of these hedges. In another month, they will be twenty feet high."

Hagrid does have this strength, Suer nodded silently.

After all, Hagrid is an 'expert' who can ignore reproductive isolation and cultivate disgusting things like Blast-tailed Skrewts with no visible mouths, and can also raise them to be ten feet long!

"When the time comes, you will have a competition here. By now, I think you can already guess what you are going to do, right?"

"Maze!" Krum's deep voice sounded.

"Yes, yes, the maze!" said Ludo Bagman. "As you can see, the third project is very simple and clear. We will place the trophy representing the champion in the center of the maze. Who can be first? The first person to encounter a trophy is the winner of this Triwizard Tournament!"

Fleur had an expression that said it was true. She guessed that it was Hagrid who arranged the hedge walls of this maze, and no one could ensure that Hagrid's mouth, which grew up after drinking Veritaserum, could keep its teeth tightly closed.

"Is it that simple?" Harry asked, "We just need to get through this maze?"

"Of course not, Harry." Ludo Bagman was happy to answer Harry's question, "We have set up many tests in the maze, including but not limited to various magical animals provided by Hagrid, as well as some needs Magical restrictions that can only be removed with skill... things like that.”

"But I think this will not be a problem for our savior, right?"

After saying that, Ludo Bagman burst out laughing, as if it was a funny joke.

No one thought this was funny, not even Harry.

But Ludo Bagman is so thick-skinned. No one should agree with him, so he would agree with himself, "...Okay... Let's continue to explain the situation. In the first and second projects, we You have all been given scores, and when these scores are added up, they will be useful here."

"This represents the order in which you enter the maze. You should know that whoever can enter the maze first will be more likely to successfully pass through the level faster and reach the center of the maze to get the Triwizard Cup and collect the beautiful Golden Gallon into his arms. "

The four people nodded silently.

Ludo Bagman took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, unfolded it and read it.

"Then, one last thing, Mr. Bones, you will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Harry, then Mr. Krum, Miss Delacour..."

"But whoever can enter first does not mean that whoever can be the first to encounter the Triwizard Cup. The point is that you have to pass the checkpoints we set in a reasonable way and overcome the obstacles. You must fight hard and use them rationally. With all the knowledge you have learned, this must be interesting, right?”

To be honest, according to Hagrid's temperament, you can guess what kind of creature he will provide by just thinking about it. Anyway, it won't be an easy animal...

The warriors nodded politely to acknowledge receipt.

"Very good..." Ludo Bagman nodded with satisfaction, and then trembled again, "If you have no other questions, we'd better go back to the castle now. To be honest, although it's already summer, But it’s still a bit cold here at night…”

The Warriors came here to meet with Ludo Bagman to learn about the third project, and now there is obviously nothing else to say.

The warriors were naturally ready to leave the Quidditch pitch without any objections.

However, when leaving the Quidditch pitch, Ludo Bagman hurriedly stopped Harry, who was about to return to the castle with Soul.

"Mr. Potter and I still have something to talk about, something very important." Soul heard this and looked at Harry. Harry frowned to show his displeasure, but Ludo's big hands were tight. Grabbing Harry's arm.

"If possible, could you please go back to the castle first? Mr. Bones? I will send Mr. Potter back later."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." Soul knew clearly what Ludo Bagman was calling Harry for at this time, and it was nothing more than cheating.

After all, cheating is a traditional craft with a long history in the Triwizard Tournament.