The next day, Halloween, which happened to be Saturday, was early in the morning, and the Goblet of Fire was already full of students. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Come on!" some of the students cheered for those who were trying to take on the challenge, and some of them watched with enthusiasm with cups full of milk and bread in their hands.

A male student was trembling and dragging his body in the direction of the Goblet of Fire, if it was only in a straight line, this distance would only take more than ten seconds at most, but it was such a distance, it was like a moat for these students.

"I can't take it anymore!" he yelled as the schoolboy's hands trembled, and just as he was about to touch the Goblet of Fire so he could throw his name in, he turned around and ran wildly, ignoring the disgusted stares of the others.

No one will laugh at you too much if you don't have good strength, but such a gaffe failure really won't give people a good feeling, and he looks like he's going to succeed, this kind of person who gives up at the last moment is regrettable and a little disdainful.

It was only Malfoy who noticed that the student's face was covered with beads of sweat, his arms were flabby, and his eyes were half empty and half fearful.

"It's not like the old man's style. Malfoy shook his head,

Dumbledore's style has always been gentle, advocating love and tolerance, and in the original story track, there was an unsatisfied student (the Weasley brothers) who hoped to use the age potion to deceive the spell, and the result was only a mustache that caused everyone to laugh, and the appearance of the boy just now was completely unreasonable.

Malfoy walked straight over, and as soon as he stepped into the red line, he felt an invisible sense of oppression.

"It's still within normal limits. Malfoy nodded, heart-to-heart.

But if the road behind has been maintained at this level, then Dumbledore is too incompetent.

Sure enough, the further back he went, the stronger the sense of oppression became, and the air around him seemed to form a wall that pressed hard from all directions, and as long as he retreated, the pressure would drop sharply.

The way to relieve stress is to use magic, Malfoy experimented, as long as you use magic in this area, you will feel less stress, the higher the difficulty, the higher the magic requirements, the better the effect will be, if you can keep using it all the time, the feeling of oppression added to the body will subside a lot, but in the same way, the closer you get, the more difficult it is to use magic.

It is equivalent to the suppression of both the physical and magical levels, and the use of magic can slightly reduce some of the constraints of the former.

"One way to test the magic. Malfoy's heart suddenly understood, it was obvious that the magic set up by Dumbledore could directly filter out most of the students whose magic power was not up to standard, and it was not enough to support them to participate safely.

After all, magic is the most intuitive indicator of a wizard's strength, and a mage without blue is really inferior to an ordinary person.

The only way to break through this level, which seems to have been set up many times, is to keep waving your wand and using magic to reduce the pressure on yourself, and the later you go, the more difficult it becomes to maintain the spell, and the students who have been tested will be exhausted in the face of double pressure.

Of course, this didn't work very well for Malfoy, who chose to follow Dumbledore's intentions, using magic all the way to the Goblet of Fire.

Malfoy might have spent some time here if it had been earlier, but since he got the method of making the Nameless Elixir from Slytherin, the problem is gone.

His magic power at this time is no less than that of an adult, and even surpasses it.

"Oh, I see. It wasn't until he walked in front of the Goblet of Fire that Malfoy suddenly stopped his steps, and he realized that the cup was also subjected to a malicious magic, and once it got close, it would forcibly project something in his heart in the mind of the person trying to get closer, some like a weakened Dementor, evoking fear in people's hearts, and some like a strengthened Boggart, but unlike it, the former is reminiscent of an unpleasant response and causes fear, and this magic is more like a projection in people's minds of what serious consequences will happen if they participate in the Triwizard Tournament, similar to the effect of intimidation"Future" prophecy.

This is equivalent to arousing the fear hidden in the hearts of those students, the previous emotions were all the emotions of fighting for honor prevailed, and now after such a test, they are bound to be much calmer, and those who are weak-willed will be like the male student just now, and run away.

Now that Malfoy's mind was about himself being pierced through the throat by the dragon's sharp fangs, and drowning in the Black Lake, for the other students, maybe it was something else.

Of course, none of this affected him, and his fortitude allowed him not to rely on Occlumency, nor to be afraid of these visions.

Just as Malfoy threw his name into the Goblet of Fire, he heard an exclamation from behind him.

"Well, Dumbledore certainly wouldn't have thought of this way of playing. Malfoy looked at Neville as he came behind him, the corners of his mouth twitching, there was another way to get through the level in addition to the normal way.

Neville was standing behind him now, his face beaded with sweat, his chest heaving and panting.

Even though Neville's state of mind had changed last semester, and he was eager to change his situation, it was obvious that Neville could not have improved much to the point where he could break through this magic head-on.

After all, his talent is not too ideal, and he was even suspected of being a squib by his family for a time.

But this time, his actions have exceeded everyone's expectations.

"What an enviable physique. Malfoy said to himself, and couldn't help but look at Neville a few times, his previous image always gave people a little cowardice and honesty, but now he has completely changed, and his body can be called strong, not fat.

And now that he's here, it means he's overcome the fear in his heart.

"Coming here purely on physical fitness, Dumbledore probably wouldn't have thought of it. Malfoy thought with a little "malice", some expecting to see the old man's surprised look.

"Congratulations. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you. Neville said gratefully.

The two had a brief exchange, but the voice was very low and no one heard it.

The students behind them also applauded, no matter what, those who can pass the test are worthy of respect.

"You've been stolen by that little fat man. As Malfoy stepped off the stage, Fleur walked up to him and immediately laughed and teased.

"Maybe. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and said meaninglessly.