Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was June 1994, 6.

It is also the time for the third game of the Triwizard Tournament.

The third and final game.

The content of the competition is that three warriors have to search for the Triwizard Cup in a maze made of hedges.

The outside of the maze was lined with tiers of stepped seats, and the students had long been looking forward to this long-running competition.

They looked at the eerie maze of tall, thick tree trunks and foggy roads inside the field, and fear flashed in their eyes.

If the unknown is scary, then going in knowing the danger is even more terrifying.

Agas and Rheino sat in the inner circle near the playing field.

Directly opposite the stepped seats, there is a huge white curtain.

Tall iron poles were temporarily erected on the left and right sides of the curtain to support the curtain.

Due to the technological means of the magic world, it is impossible for students to see what the warriors have experienced.

Agas kindly sponsored and provided the improved version of the small ball.

Commonly known as "camera", Agas calls it "monitor".

A gadget that combines technology and magic.

Make sure the entire process of Harry and Voldemort's battle is captured clearly.

The audience outside the stadium can see the performance of the three warriors clearly through the curtain.

Of course, in order to prevent some idiots in the Ministry of Magic from refusing to acknowledge Voldemort's resurrection, Agas sold the "detector" in the Qiguaiguai store before the game started.

This little thing is now the new darling of the magic world.

The "detector" can observe the place where the magic fluctuations are generated.

In other words, even if a wizard uses a magic spell, it can be observed by the "detector" and the wizard's shadow will be formed in the picture.

But one bad thing is that the "detector" cannot identify wizards who have taken the Polyjuice Potion. In other words, if a wizard impersonates someone else to do bad things, this little thing will not work.

"I declare! The final match of the Triwizard Tournament begins now!"

Fudge, who had never appeared in the previous two games, announced the start of the game.

Dumbledore looked at the three warriors who entered the maze one after another and sighed slightly.

He tilted his head to look at Fudge beside him: "Cornelly."

"I heard that you recommended some people to become members of the Wizengamot."

Fudge's expression didn't change at all. He smiled and said, "Oh yes, yes."

"Albus, you know, the Wizengamot hasn't had any fresh blood for a long time. We should encourage some new, younger members to join the Wizengamot."

"Of course I encourage new members to join." Dumbledore nodded, "But I don't agree with members who are bought with money."

The scene was very embarrassing.

Fudge put away the smile on his face and looked at Dumbledore: "Albus, I am no longer the same person who just took over the Ministry of Magic."

"I have my own judgment, you should know it very well."

His face did not look good, but when several professors nearby looked at him, he tried his best to pretend that they were having a pleasant conversation.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and did not continue to persuade him.

The correspondence with Fudge these days has allowed him to clearly see the attitude of the man in front of him.

A politician seeking power and money.

Gellert had a point.

His judgment of people was indeed not very good. Fudge, whom he had pushed to the top against all odds a few years ago, dealt him a severe blow at this moment.

Dumbledore's straight back suddenly lost strength and bent slightly.

Grindelwald, who was sitting on Dumbledore's left, reached out and held his left hand hanging by his side. The hot palm attracted Dumbledore's attention.

Dumbledore gently returned the shake, feeling a sense of emotion.

His judgment of people is really not good. He thought that Grindelwald, who would never have any contact with him again and would never admit his mistakes, is not he by his side now?

"Wow!" The students in the audience looked at the figure behind the curtain.

"It's Harry!" Ron shouted.

“Honestly, this stuff is awesome!”

They were talking about a screen through which one's reflection could be seen.

On the curtain, Harry was running, dodging the vines chasing him from behind. He didn't look back, but the wand in his hand kept attacking those annoying vines.

That vine is Professor Sprout's latest favorite.

A plant that can continue to extend and regenerate even if it is cut off is like a wizard's attack, which only helps it grow another identical version of itself.

"Agas, this thing looks familiar."

George and Fred patted Agas on the shoulders.

Not only does it look familiar, it actually grows in their garden.

The wooden house that Agas was proud of was covered with layers of them.

"So, you know what's in the third game?"

Hermione spoke suddenly from behind them.

"I don't know." Agas shook his head. "It's just that I gave this Ivyman to Professor Sprout a few years ago, but I didn't expect that the professor would raise it so well."

The vines wrapped around the wooden house in the burrow are different from those in the maze. The vines around the wooden house cannot be cut off and grow again.

"What is that!" Hermione pointed at the strange creature blocking Harry's way.

The creature was ten feet long and covered in a grayish-white, shiny, armor-like substance.

Its appearance is between a giant scorpion and an elongated crab. It looks like a giant scorpion with a stinger wrapped around its back. It also has many legs growing under its body, which looks extremely weird.

Agas tilted his head and clearly saw a flame suddenly shot out from one end of the creature, either its tail or its head.

The flames struck Harry, pushing the creature away in the opposite direction.

Harry quickly dodged the strange creature, "Flame!"

The spell hit it, but the hard armor on its body seemed to be able to reflect magic spells. Harry's spell did not hurt it, but was bounced back by the hard armor.

"Very good." Rolf, who was sitting next to Fred, murmured to himself.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked.

"The little fellow bred by Hagrid." Rolf's eyes flashed with obsession. "Isn't he cute?"

Hermione frowned as she looked at Harry who was constantly being attacked, and the disgusting creature with legs all over it.

So, where's the cuteness?

"Hagrid named it the Blast-Ended Skrewt. It's a surly little creature."

Rolf noticed the disgusted expressions of several friends around him, "Don't think it's scary. This guy's weakness is obvious. Its most vulnerable part is its abdomen which is not protected by armor."