I waited patiently for nearly an hour......

Harry was worried that Professor Moody would suddenly emerge from the labyrinth and tell everyone that Jon had raised the Goblet of Fire.

Luckily, nothing like this disappointing happened. It seems that it is not easy to go through the maze and pick up the Goblet of Fire.

Minutes and seconds passed......

Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour also entered the maze one after another.

Harry then heard Mr. Bagman call out his name.

He hurried along the high hedge and trotted into the labyrinth!

......

The labyrinth was so dark that you could barely see the road.

Harry cast a fluorescent spell, and then didn't go far when he saw a troll.

However, it seemed to be stunned by something, and Harry quickly bypassed it...... He didn't want to wake the troll, and he had learned what kind of trouble a troll could cause when he was in first grade.

It seems that there is still some benefit to entering the maze late...... A lot of troublesome things have been cleared by the people in front.

I continued to walk forward for some distance, and I stepped on a black mass on the ground.

On closer inspection, it appears to be the corpse of a Dementor...... The Dementor had been torn in half from his waist by something, and Harry was a little terrified to watch.

He hurriedly fled from here.

......

Harry kept going, walking as fast as he could, without making too much noise, and at the same time holding his wand aloft and listening vigilantly to the movements.

Turn left...... Turn right...... Turn left again...... He suddenly found himself at a dead end, recited an orientation spell and found that he had gone too far to the east.

After leaning back some distance to the west, Harry suddenly saw two red sparks reaching into the air.

The location of the two sparks is not too far from his side...... So, should it be Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour?

Could it be that both of them were eliminated.

Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of ecstasy...... This means that nine times out of ten, the champion will belong to Hogwarts!

Don't know where Jon is...... Maybe he's close to the Goblet of Fire!

Although Harry was grateful to Jon for the second project, he didn't want to surrender like that.

Picking himself up, he continued to follow the direction indicated by the orientation spell and set off towards the deepest part of the labyrinth.

It's a contest between the two of them!

......

For ten minutes he didn't encounter anything, just that he always walked into a dead end, and twice he turned the same wrong way. Finally he found a new path and jogged along it.

Harry felt that he was very lucky, he had encountered several tricky monsters on the way, and they had all been knocked down by others!

He just needs to pass carefully and not make too much noise.

In the middle of the process, he also met a sphinx, which asked him a question...... Luckily, Harry answered and passed its test.

Then there was Hagrid's Fried Tail Snail, which Harry never thought would grow so big.

The carapace on the snail was even harder than Harry had imagined...... It bounced off one of Harry's stun spells and then one of the obstacle spells...... Fortunately, the second obstacle spell hit the snail in the abdomen, and it was only then that it was brought to the ground.

However, Harry was also disgraced by him, and he limped when he walked.

However, the surrounding fog is getting darker and darker......

This gave Harry motivation because it meant he was very close to the Goblet of Fire.

But...... Jon had left an hour before he was, hadn't he been here yet...... That was what Harry wondered the most.

Maybe it's been attacked by something...... Harry thought to himself.

......

Another trail was passed...... Suddenly, Harry felt his breathing become rapid.

Because, he saw the trophy!

The Goblet of Fire was on a pedestal a hundred yards away, shimmering seductively.

Harry quickly sped up, though he was limping and no matter how fast he accelerated, he was limited.

Harry's mind seemed to have a mirror of Eris...... He saw himself holding the Goblet of Fire, he saw the whole school cheering for him, and he saw Qiu smiling at him......

Then Harry stopped.

It's less than a foot away from the Goblet of Fire.

Yes, here lie a personal ...... Jon Hart was lying here, he was already unconscious, with several wounds on his body.

Meanwhile, around the Goblet of Fire, the corpses of several giant spiders lay on the ground.

The Eight-Eyed Spider, a large, ferocious spider that Harry had been up close to since his second year......

Undoubtedly, this was the "test" that Hagrid provided them......

The three eight-eyed spiders were all adults, with eight flashing black eyes and sharp pincers, and Harry was a little frightened to watch.

He somewhat understood why he had been able to get to the Goblet of Fire without any hindrance.

Looking at the glittering golden cup, he glanced at Jon who was unconscious on the ground.

Harry could only feel himself trembling all over his body.

......

Yes!

You only need to take one step further and you will be the champion of the Triwizard Tournament!

But is that fair to Jon?

At Hogwarts, Harry had few classmates he admired from the bottom of his heart, but Jon was undoubtedly one of them. He was a year younger than himself, but Harry was amazed by his performances in both the first and second events.

Especially in the second project, Jon gave him the gill grass despite being a competitor...... If it weren't for him, he would have been disgraced in front of the whole school at that time......

And now, he rushed to the front, clear about all obstacles.

Instead, he fell a step away from the Goblet of Fire.

Wouldn't it be too unfair to him if he lifted the gold cup like this!

The "dignity" in Harry's heart did not allow him to do such a shameless thing.

But is this just the way to give away the honor?

Harry pursed his lips, honestly, he couldn't bear it...... I am reluctant to give up this well-earned honor.

It was then that he remembered what Jon had said to him at the end of the second project: "If the two of us lift the Gold Cup together, it will be double the glory for Hogwarts!"

Harry suddenly made a decision, and he personally thought it was the fairest decision!

He slowly helped Jon to his feet, grabbed one of his hands, and held out his own.

At the same time, I held the handles on both sides of the Goblet of Fire!

Then, for a moment, Harry felt as if he had been pulled behind his navel.

His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the Triumph Cup, which dragged him forward between the whistling wind and swirling colors, Jon Hart right beside him.

......

They came to a dark, overgrown cemetery.

It was eerie and silent.

A figure walked towards them step by step between the graves, he was small in stature, wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face. In his arms, he was holding something like a baby.

Jon, beside him, was still unconscious.

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only six feet from them.

Harry's scar ached violently, he had never felt such a sharp pain in his life.

The wand slipped to the ground, his hands covering his face, his legs bent to the ground, nothing could be seen in front of his eyes, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

"Wormtail, get out of the way!" an eerie, high-pitched voice came from the mouth of the "baby".

A shrill shout pierced the night sky.

"Avada Kedavra,!"

A strong green light pierced Harry's eyelids, and he heard something fall heavily beside him.

The scar hurt so much that he was so sick that he wanted to vomit......

He knew that what might have scared him the most.

When he opened his eyes, he saw—

Jon Hart lay on all fours.

He's dead!