Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Time flies, and May is here in the blink of an eye.

During this period, the wizarding world was calm, and life at Hogwarts was in order. Classes went on as usual day after day.

As the semester draws to a close, the young wizards in the castle are clearly feeling the pressure. Final exams are imminent, and the homework assigned by professors is becoming increasingly heavy. The once spacious library and lounge are now overcrowded with students studying hard.

In contrast, although Harry, Malfoy and Cedric, as warriors, were spared the trouble of final exams, the burden on them was not light at all.

Not only do they have to complete their daily courses and homework, but they also have to seize every moment to make full preparations for the upcoming third game.

In an empty classroom, Harry and the other two met again and began to discuss enthusiastically what they might encounter in the third project.

"Logically, we have to wait until around the 24th for the Ministry of Magic to announce the rules of the competition to us, but we can't just sit there and wait." Cedric took out a thick notebook, which contained a lot of inspiration and information prepared for the third game.

"We have a good grasp of the spells we use for combat," he turned to a page of the spell list, "but we'd better master some uncommon spells and some special coping methods for some extreme situations."

"Extreme situations?" Malfoy asked with interest. "What do you mean?"

The sound of flipping papers rang out again, and Cedric turned to one of the pages and explained to Malfoy and the others, "For example, the Cockatrice in 1792 injured three referees. We'd better prepare some special responses to dangerous magical animals, such as Erumpents, Horned Beasts, Tepo Warthogs, and Sphinxes."

"Hey -" Malfoy waved his hand nonchalantly, "We have defeated even the dragon, why should we be afraid of these little things."

"No, Draco," Harry shook his head, "It doesn't work that way. You may have forgotten that according to past data, the third game usually includes a confrontation between warriors."

"If we fight those tricky magical animals head-on, and if we can't end the battle instantly, the noise of the battle will likely attract warriors from other schools, and we'll be in trouble if we're attacked from both sides."

"Harry is right," Cedric said, "We'd better ask Professor Scamander to learn some special, time-saving methods, such as courtship dances. I heard that Professor Scamander is the best at this."

"Ah, the mating dance..." Malfoy's face wrinkled. "The third game will definitely be broadcast live. It would be too damaging to dance that thing in front of everyone."

Malfoy resisted with every fiber of his being at the thought of posing in all kinds of shameful positions in front of the camera, but after seeing the serious expressions of Cedric and Harry, he gave in.

"Okay, okay, let's just learn. There aren't many magical creatures that can cause trouble for the three of us, so it shouldn't take too much time to learn. Besides that?"

"Also, we'd better learn some wilderness survival skills," Cedric began to flip through his notebook again. "In a competition, the warriors' competition venue is a mountain. They need to deal with dangerous magical animals and plants in the mountain while eliminating other warriors. The one who persists to the end is the winner."

"Look," he pointed to a note in his notebook, "At the beginning, the three warriors all chose the old six tactics of waiting for the rabbit to come. It took a week. The organizers temporarily added some restrictions to make them move."

"A week?" Malfoy curled his lips. "You can stay there for a long time, but it is indeed torturous to stay in the wild for so long. It seems that we need to be fully prepared. Your suggestion to learn some unpopular spells is indeed correct."

"Well," Cedric took out the spell list again, "I have listed them all, including the Guiding Spell, the Howling Spell, the Anti-Disturbance Spell, the Universal Protection, and the Safe Guard. It would be best if I could learn a few tricks to create magic traps."

"Okay," Malfoy gave a thumbs up, "You are well prepared, just do as you wish..."

Before he finished his words, Malfoy's magic cell phone rang. He answered the call and walked aside, then soon came back happily.

"No need to prepare for wilderness survival. My dad has already figured out the content of the third level. It's a maze, and the trophy is placed at the deepest part of the maze. The team that gets the trophy out of the maze first wins."

"My dad also got a map of the maze, so we have a big advantage now."

Merlin!

It's great to get the map in advance.

"Your father is really well-connected. He can even get this." Cedric sighed.

"That's it!" Malfoy shook his hair triumphantly, then walked to the window and opened it. "My father sent the map and the parchment with detailed rules by owl. They should arrive soon."

The three people didn't have to wait long before an owl flew in through the window holding a small package.

Malfoy hurried forward to open the package and spread the parchment with the rules on the table.

Harry and Cedric followed, and everyone huddled together to carefully analyze all the rules.

"It's OK," Cedric breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a team battle. As long as there is a warrior in the team who can leave the maze with the trophy, it will be considered a success."

"We have a big advantage. As the first place team in the first two games, we can enter the maze first. The second place team will have to wait five minutes before entering. The last place team will be a full twenty minutes behind us. We have a good chance of getting the trophy first."

"There's one thing that's not very friendly," he said, pointing to a rule. "In order to take care of the team that enters the maze later and to make the competition more competitive, after the first place winner gets the trophy, the trophy will report its location every minute."

"It's a tough battle to fight," Harry sighed. "One thing is very important. Due to the existence of Durmstrang and Ulgardo, some dark magic with weaker lethality is allowed, and some evil curses can also be used."

Of course, these are all subject to restrictions. For dark magic and curses, the Ministry of Magic has thoughtfully listed a list of spells that are allowed to be used, and sternly stated that if dark magic outside the list is used, the security guard will judge you out on the spot.

In addition to the above, there are dozens of rules. For example, even if white magic is used, it is forbidden to use highly destructive spells to attack the opponent itself.

Also, if a teammate loses the ability to resist, a safety officer will appear and take him away. Before the safety officer appears, team members can release counter-spells on the fallen teammates to rescue them, etc.

"I know all these evil spells and the counter-spells of the Dark Arts," Malfoy said confidently, "My training at St. Mungo's was not in vain, so we don't have to worry about this."

"So, the key for us is to grab the trophy first, and then fight our way out!"

"Also try to increase mobility as much as possible," Cedric added, "and be careful of ambushes."

"No, we have another choice!" Harry answered without thinking, an idea popped up in his mind, a slightly crazy and radical idea.