On February 24th, the day of the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, the sky was slightly dark, and the sun was hidden behind the dark clouds, occasionally revealing a few glimmers of light.

On the day of the race, Malfoy arrived early in the field, his face pale under his short pale blonde hair, and he looked around from time to time to look even more uneasy, he saw that the seats that had surrounded the dragon field last November were lined up on the other side of the lake, and now they were still empty, and reflected in the lake below, and there were also a few chairs next to another table covered with golden tablecloths at the water's edge, perhaps for the referees.

Fleur was dressed in a silver and noble robe, and walked lightly, accompanied by Madame Maxim, who was one of the first people to come, Fleur's face was full of confident smiles, and she looked radiant, it seemed that she did not know that her sister had been locked at the bottom of the lake, otherwise it would not be such a comfortable expression.

Of course, the pleasant smile on her face disappeared at the sight of Malfoy, and her expression immediately turned cold, and then she took two steps back, leaned back to Madame Maxim's seat, and looked away at the bottomless black lake, not knowing what to think.

Malfoy didn't seem to react to her performance at all, still looking into the bottomless, endless black lake, which made Fleur feel even more offended.

As time went on, the number of people in the stands began to increase, and Kakaroff, the principal of Krum and Durmstrang, slowly walked to the table, and then the latter found a chair and sat down, put his fingers crossed on the tablecloth, and looked at the black lake in front of him with some impatience.

"This little pond is a little worse than the big lake on our Durmstrang campus, isn't it?Wickdoll?" Karkaroff said in a sudden and deliberate voice, asking Krum, who was waiting for the game to begin.

"Oh, oh, yes, Mr. Headmaster. Krum looked at his headmaster with some displeasure, he was still thinking about what had happened before, he had wanted to tell Hermione about Durmstrang at the ball, but he was rudely interrupted by Karkaroff, on the grounds that he had leaked the school's secrets, and now that he had changed to himself, he had begun to leak the information without care.

But out of politeness, he also hypocritically responded a few times.

Ludo Bagman also walked calmly, he was wearing a neat black suit and a well-worn tie, and the expression on his face was a little excited, if anyone knew some knowledge of clothing, they would find that the clothes on his body were quite expensive, and they were made of some rather high-end fabrics.

Mr. Crouch did not come, he was absent again due to illness, and once again sent his assistant, Percy Weasley, to replace him to fulfill the duties and powers of the referee.

I saw that this only "official fan" in the Weasley family, at this time, swaggered and toed, slowly paced to the referee's seat, and along the way waved to the audience around him, nodding his head, and looked more energetic than Mr. Crouch himself.

Finally, Dumbledore quickly appeared in the referee's box with a smile on his face.

"If there is no objection, shall we start the game?" Bagman glanced at the crowd in a hurry, then looked at his watch, and the three needles on it happened to coincide - the game could begin.

"I don't mind, after all, it's good for us to have one less person. Fleur sneered at this time, and it was only for Bagman to react, and he counted the number of people again, only to realize that there was a warrior who had not yet arrived.

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter?" he shouted, looking from side to side, "Does anyone know where this warrior is?"

Coincidentally, not far in front of them, a panting boy ran over at this time.

"I ...... I'm coming......" Harry said breathlessly, sliding in the mud before he could stop, but accidentally splashed Fleur's robe, and Fleur looked at the brown mud on her robe with some annoyance, and took a few steps back, her face unhappy.

"I'm sorry. Harry gasped for air as he apologized to Fleur.

"Where have you been?" a domineering voice suddenly asked Harry in disgruntle, "the tournament is about to begin!"

The owner of this voice was none other than Ron's brother Percy, who was now fully exercising his powers as a referee.

Harry really wanted to say that he was more desperate than this man to get into the game as soon as possible, and he felt that Percy cared about Ron as an older brother even less than he cared about as an outsider.

Of course, he didn't know if the referee knew about the hostages, but only subconsciously guessed that they might know.

"He's not late, is he?" said Bagman as he began to play the round, smiling and speaking in his characteristic magnetic voice.

Percy had no choice but to give up, but his face couldn't help but be a little proud, as if declaring that his opinion could no longer be ignored by others, which made him further taste the wonderful taste of power.

Respected, no one can ignore his statement, which strengthens his determination to continue on this path.

"Alright, guys, it's time for you to line up on the shore, about ten feet apart. Bagman said to the four warriors.

Then he turned back to the referee's table. Pointing his wand to his throat, he said, "Loud!", as he did at the Quidditch World Cup, and his voice roared like thunder, sweeping across the dark lake to the stands.

Krum was wearing swimming trunks at this time, revealing his strong upper body, and the perennial Quidditch match made him look very strong, and many girls in the audience widened their eyes and stared at his tendons without hesitation.

The eyes of the other half of the group in the seats were all looking at Fleur, and the tight swimsuit that had been wrapped in the loose robe was now on display, outlining a slender and beautiful figure.

Harry had also changed into a pair of regular swim trunks, seemingly holding something in his hand.

No one seemed to notice that Malfoy was still wearing the same plain black robes, and had not changed into a suit suitable for diving.

"Listen, our warriors are in place. As soon as I whistled, the second project began. They had a full hour to reclaim what had been snatched from their hands. I counted to three. One...... Two...... Three!" Bagman's voice resounded throughout the audience.

A shrill whistle echoed through the cold, still air. The stands erupted in cheers and applause.

The competition has officially begun.