HP Dawn Night

The dinner was richer than usual, and for the first time, everyone did not sit together according to grades-many parents came to watch this once-in-a-century competition.The Malfoys sat with us, and Dad showed up at the long table after the dinner began, but he didn't pay special attention to us. I was secretly relieved and decided to wait until the Tournament was over before confessing to Mom.

When the ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Professor Dumbledore stood up at the staff table, and the hall fell silent: "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to Quidditch." Field, to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, please, the warriors, and Mr. Bagman to the field."

Potter, Diggory, Krum, and Delacour stood up one after another, and there was warm applause in the auditorium. Everyone shouted the names of those who supported them and wished them good luck. Even the parents were very excited.

"I can't believe that the Triwizard Tournament will be repeated in my lifetime!" Mom also applauded enthusiastically.Uncle Lucius noticed Diggory:

"Old Digory isn't very happy," he said to Aunt Narcissa and my mother, contemptuously, "because the papers say Potter is the only warrior at Hogwarts."

I should not be surprised by his tone now, in comparison to the way Uncle Lucius treated Mr Diggory at the Quidditch World Cup.

Draco was sitting opposite me, but since the parents were all there, we didn't dare to make a fuss. I stepped on his foot lightly while the three adults were talking, and got a look of understanding.

"It's time," said Professor Dumbledore, clapping his hands lightly, and the golden plate suddenly became empty, shiny and tidy, "Now, everyone, please go to the Quidditch pitch. In 10 minutes, the top three The final match of the Tournament is about to begin!"

"Let's go," Mom said.I looked back in the crowd for the shadows of Pansy and Blaise, who waved at me from afar.

Hundreds of people left the auditorium and headed for the stadium. The air was filled with excited words and chaotic footsteps.The sky was a clear dark blue and stars were beginning to appear.When we stepped onto the Quidditch pitch, it was completely unrecognizable.A twenty-foot hedge bordered the edge of the field.There is a gap in front of them, and that is the entrance to this great labyrinth.The passage inside was dark and a little scary.

There was a separate table under the audience, and I noticed that Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was also here, and it seemed that the final was taken seriously - but was he here to replace Mr. Crouch?

I realized that neither Crouch himself nor his assistant Percy Weasley had seen each other in a long time.

"Is the third competition a maze?" Draco looked down, the four warriors were standing at the entrance of the maze, and there were several people beside them.

"I think it's about getting out of the maze first," I said.

Aunt Narcissa pointed to the people below with red stars on their hats: "They are the patrol officers. Is Severus there?"

My mother also looked at it carefully, and finally she shook her head confidently: "Not here."

At this time, the four patrolmen walked away in different directions and divided into groups around the maze.

"They spread out, the game is about to begin—"

Then, Bagman's magically amplified voice echoed in the stands: "Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Cedric Digory and Harry Potter - 85 points, joint first, Hogwarts!"

Applause and cheers startled the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.

"Victor Krum—80 points, No.2, Durmstrang College!" There was another burst of applause, "Fleur Delacour—No.3, Beauxbaton College!"

Thunderous applause echoed over the field.

"Now... Harry and Cedric, listen to my whistle!" said Bagman. "Three-two-one-"

With a short whistle, Potter and Digory hurried into the maze, and once they were in the maze they were out of sight.

Now the audience applauds once again, Krum is at the forefront, he will be the next to enter the maze.

"Do we have to wait here?" I asked my mother over my shoulder.

"It shouldn't be long, they must have considered this." Mom reassured me, "And if you wait, there will be a sense of suspense."

"I would say this is the fairest match," said Uncle Lucius haughtily, "so that no referee will have the opportunity to favor any of the contestants."

Both Draco and I nodded involuntarily. Each of the first two matches had been unfair in one way or another.After all, every referee will favor students from his own school.

Bagman blew his whistle again, and Krum entered the maze.Delacour was alone facing the dark entrance, and now the deafening applause was hers alone.

"Isn't this little girl doing so well?" Mom asked.

I quickly defended Delacour: "She performed very well in the first game, but because of some accidents in the second game... Anyway, I think she is still very good."

Mom nodded approvingly: "I once communicated with a professor at Beauxbaton College, and their teaching methods are quite good."

At this time, the third whistle echoed sharply in the field, and the last warrior also entered the maze.

"Good evening, Snape, Malfoy, do you want to bet on the champion in your heart?" Pussy walked over with an open box full of Galleons. It seemed that he had gained a lot on the way. , "You can write the names of the warriors you support on your forehead -- just like them."

He pointed to a group of people not far away, all of them had Digory's name written on their foreheads in glitter paint.

"No, thank you." I quickly waved my hand and took out ten Galleons, "I support Delacour."

"Oh... a niche choice, but it might be wise." Pusee took my money and commented in passing, "What about you?" He turned to Draco.

"Ten Galleons, support Krum."

Pussy smiled knowingly: "Yes, yes, there are many people who have the same choice as you. Anyway, I wish you good luck!" He winked at the rings on our hands, and glanced again Three parents.Draco smiled back, taking my hand under cover of darkness.Pusey grinned, bid us farewell, and went on to expand his betting business.

"I hope you won't get addicted to this game of luck, Draco," said Uncle Lucius sternly.Draco moved to the side imperceptibly, further avoiding the attack of the snake head rod: "Of course not, father, this is just an occasional fun."

"Okay, Lucius, don't be so strict with the child, this kind of time may be once in a lifetime." Mom smoothed things over with a smile.

Another group of people came up from the stairs. I recognized them as the current head of the student body and the eight prefects.They spread out and handed out something to the audience.

"Please take the instructions for the third competition."

"They really are competing for speed." I opened the manual, and the audience had something to do now, and there were lively discussions everywhere in the stands.

"The trophy of the Triwizard Tournament is in the center of the maze, and there are obstacles along the way..." Draco flipped through the instruction manual and began to study.

"Large slugs, giant spiders, boggarts, sphinxes." I've only seen pictures of sphinxes in the "Monster Book of Monsters" I used in third grade, "I feel like the last one is not Easy to deal with."

Draco felt that the first one was the trouble: "The snails are not easy to deal with, let alone large ones!"

Parents, however, have a different view.

"Giant spiders can be tricky," Mom said. "It's hard to beat them with normal spells, and it's going to be a tough fight if you're alone."

Aunt Narcissa also thinks the spider is the biggest obstacle: "The trick is to attack its lower abdomen, but a lot of people don't know that."

"Using ineffective spells will anger the giant spider instead. It should be the last obstacle between the warriors and the trophy." Uncle Lucius thought so too.

Although we can't see the specific situation in the maze, we can still hear the sound and see the light from the spell. While we were reading the manual, there were already flashes of light in several places in the maze—that should be where the warriors were. Try your best to deal with the things in the maze.

"What if they run into trouble they can't solve?"

"Here it is written - send red sparks into the sky with the wand, the patrol will rescue, but the warrior will be disqualified from continuing the game -"

"what!--"

A scream suddenly crossed the night sky, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

"what happened?"

After a short scream, no red sparks appeared.There is no more movement in the maze.

"That voice just now was Delacour." I said, and many people in the auditorium were also chattering.

"Maybe she was just scared," my mother comforted me. At this time, the four patrolmen also raised their wands, ready to rush in at any time. "The people who can participate in the competition are not mediocre, don't worry."

The panic caused by that scream was quickly brought under control.It's not for nothing that Delacour enters the race as Beauxbaton's favorite.

But it was at this moment that a second scream sounded in the labyrinth, this time from a boy's voice.

"Why did this happen again?" My mother also seemed to have doubts about her own judgment. Aunt Narcissa frowned, and people in the stands stood up and watched the maze nervously.

About a minute later, a red firework was launched into the air from the maze, and pointed out a location in the maze in the air.

"Oh my God." The people around sighed and covered their mouths nervously.A ranger bursts into the maze.Now that at least one Warrior has dropped out of the fray, who's left?

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I'm sorry Seid, you have to get a bento in the next chapter QAQ