Malfoy then took the Lucius couple on a tour of Hogwarts Castle as they passed through the hallways. From time to time, she seemed dissatisfied with the aesthetic criticism of some of the statues, and when it was time for lunch, when several people came to the auditorium to sit down, Narcissa only poked the lamb chops on the plate in front of her with her knife and fork, and then stopped eating.

"The level of food here is really poor. She said in disgust, her slender eyebrows furrowed, "Draco must have suffered a great deal here." She looked at her son sympathetically, and Malfoy felt the gaze rather uncomfortable.

He thought it was already quite good, and the cooking level of the house-elves was actually quite guaranteed.

"Aunt Narcissa, I think it's actually pretty good. Pansy asked.

"By the way, it's a shame to have to endure eating with a bunch of poor ghosts. Narcissa glanced at Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting with Harry Ron at the Gryffindor table, and shook her head in disgust.

To her, the Weasleys, who were so close to Muggles, were a disgrace to pure-blood wizards and should be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Dumbledore probably thought that his so-called "equal treatment" would be a reflection of his fraternity. Lucius rubbed his silver snake-headed cane and said sarcastically.

Luckily, they were far enough apart that Mrs. Weasley didn't hear them, otherwise there would have been another bickering.

"Mom and Dad, I want to go to the library in the afternoon, look up the materials, and then go and prepare for today's third project. Malfoy pushed the plate back and said slowly.

"How about I take Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa to the VIP lounge. Pansy volunteered, briskly, and winked quickly at Malfoy.

"Then we can't bother you. Narcissa said in a shrill voice with a regretful expression, and then she actively urged Lucius to leave and not disturb their son to prepare for the game.

Lunch was over, and Malfoy said a brief goodbye to his parents, Pansy, at the door of the auditorium, and then walked briskly to the library, but did not really look for materials related to the so-called third project, as he had claimed.

He just unconsciously passed by one bookshelf after another, with the help of the faint warm sunlight through the glass window, casually flipped through the books on them, his eyes scanned, as if he were ten lines at a glance, and then put them down very quickly.

He was using a lot of unconscious information to ease his nervousness, because he was worried about whether his plan would be successful.

Malfoy's heart was not always as stable as he appeared on the outside, a faint sense of uneasiness that always haunted his heart, lingering, and even made him anxious, but he couldn't show it.

Now the development of the situation is still under control for the time being, and even better than I expected, compared with the original trajectory, it is roughly the same, but there has been a very different shift.

Malfoy sighed slightly, put a book back on the shelf, rubbed his temples, then closed his eyes, found a random shaded spot, leaned against a nearby bookshelf, and began to take a nap, recuperating, quietly waiting for the deadline for the third project.

In the third event of "Pure", he will only play a supporting role.

Time passed slowly, and then the sun set, and the sun's rays turned an intoxicating orange-yellow.

When it was time for dinner, everyone gathered in the auditorium.

The dinner was richer than usual, and many of the students were feasting on the dinner at this time, but Harry, who was sitting at the long table, was a little apprehensive, realizing that since the attack on Krum, Moody had not been as close to him as he had been, and had not prompted him anything about the third project.

As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the faculty desk, and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I will invite you to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now invite the Warriors to the athletic field with Mr. Bagman. He pinched his long silver-white beard and said in a deep voice.

Malfoy stood up from his seat, and Pansy looked at him silently worriedly, she had said it many times before, and the last project, she guessed, must be much more difficult than she had imagined.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair, reassured, and followed Bagman towards the playing field.

The four Warriors walked into the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge encloses the edge of the field. There was a gap in front of them, and that was the entrance to the great labyrinth. The passage inside is dark and a little scary.

Five minutes later, crowds began to pour into the stands. Hundreds of students sat down, and the air was filled with excited words and a jumble of footsteps. The sky was now a clear deep blue, the stars began to appear, and Professors Moody, McGonagall, and Flitwick walked into the playing field and walked towards Bagman and the few warriors. Their hats are embellished with sparkling red stars.

"We're going to patrol the outside of the labyrinth," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors, "and if you're in trouble and want to be rescued, shoot red sparks into the sky, and we'll have someone to help you, understand?"

With the level of the professors at Hogwarts, it is still enough to deal with most unexpected situations.

The four warriors nodded together.

"Alright, you guys go first!" said Bagman cheerfully to the four patrolmen.

Ladies and gentlemen, the final game of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!I'll report the current score, Draco Malfoy - 87 points, Hogwarts School!" The applause and cheers sent the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.

Malfoy looked out onto the stage in the middle of the court and saw the Lucius smiling at him, and Pansy waving excitedly at him.

He nodded, smiling at them.

"Fleur Delacour – 2nd place, 86 points, Beauxbatons Academy!"

"Harry Potter - 3rd place, 85 points, Hogwarts House!"

"Victor Krum – 85 points, tied for third, Durmstrang Academy!" Bagman said one after another, introducing the audience

The rest of the audience also politely applauded the warriors behind them.

And it was evident that when Bagman read this, Karkarov's face suddenly darkened, as if he were now in great disgrace.