"So in the end it's a competition between the two of us?" Lawrence looked at Harry and said,

Lawrence then turned and walked towards the trophy, but until he walked to the trophy, Harry didn't move, Lawrence turned around and saw that Harry only opened his mouth slightly, and there was no other reaction,

"What are you surprised about?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow,

"Well, I can't, I mean—I mean," Harry stammered, "you got here first—"

"But I haven't gotten the trophy yet, have I?" Lawrence smiled and asked, "Aidan. Lin Qi saw the Golden Snitch first, but Wickdor caught it first, right?"

"But Ireland won in the end." Harry said,

"Our gap isn't as much as 160 percent, is it?" Lawrence said, driven by a strong curiosity that drove him into Harry's eyes, and Lawrence asked, "Don't you want to win?"

"He wants to win, he wants to do it very much." Lawrence thought so, he saw Harry holding the Triwizard Trophy high, the crowd cheered like thunder, and saw Zhang Qiu's face shining with adoration in the crowd,

"I want to win." Harry admitted, Zhang Qiu's face slowly faded, Lawrence saw the back of a person, he recognized it as himself, he also felt a strong and mixed emotion, Lawrence understood the meaning of that meaning, which made him a little stunned, but also a little guilty, he silently looked away,

"But you got here first." Harry said, putting his clenched wand back in his pocket,

"I said you—"

An angry scream interrupted the conversation between Lawrence and Harry, and despite knowing that there was a fence to cover it, the two were attracted by the sound and looked in that direction,

"Is this Fleur's voice?" Harry looked back at Lawrence, and Harry shivered inexplicably, but he was pretty sure that there wasn't a hint of wind blowing through the labyrinth,

"I think—" Lawrence was halfway through his words, and then he looked startled and quickly turned around, but still a step slowly, and a spell came out of the dark path, striking Lawrence in the chest,

Harry seemed to hear the sound of glass shattering, and he saw an unidentified halo flickering on Lawrence's body, strangely carried off the ground by the spell, and then crashed into himself solidly,

"Lawrence—" Harry struggled to push Lawrence away, and he sat on his knees, and Lawrence let out a muffled snort on the ground,

"Oh, I'm sorry." Harry helped Lawrence turn over in a bit of a panic, he saw that Lawrence's chest, but there were crimson cracks like spider webs on the soft robe, and the chest of the robe was already soaked with blood.

"Help...... Lawrence's face crumpled in pain, and he struggled, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, "...... distress signal ....."

But as soon as Harry drew his wand and was about to fire a red spark for help, Lawrence slammed himself up and pushed Harry hard, and a disarming spell narrowly grazed Harry's right hand.

"Run." Lawrence whispered, his eyes widening and staring straight at Harry, his eyes filled with terrifying blood, he raised his hand with great effort, making a push motion, a red spell was taken away by him,

"Nope." Harry refused, and he stood up, raising his wand and roaring, "There are many obstacles."

There was a shuddering grinding sound on the path, and it was clear that Harry's obstacle spell had worked well, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the air rippled slightly, and Harry's arm immediately cracked a shocking wound, and the sharp pain made him fall to his knees without thinking,

There was a rustling sound on the trail, and a pair of black boots stepped into the area where the trophy was illuminated. Karkaroff held his wand and approached Lawrence and Harry who fell to the ground step by step.

"Karkaroff?" Lawrence struggled to sit up, leaning against the fence, his eyes were a little glazed, and he felt intense pain at the slightest breath, he fumbled through the pocket of his robe, trying to find the bottle containing the phoenix's tears, but a long river of silver dots of light crossed his eyes, which made him trance,

"Arvada ——?" Karkaroff raised his spell and was about to cast a death curse, but Lawrence, who had been reflected in his empty eyes, suddenly disappeared, leaving him confused and not knowing how to react.

Lawrence looked ahead with weakly focused eyes, and a silver figure crouched down in front of him,

"It can hurt – heal as it was."

Lawrence snorted in pain and squirted sticky blood clots from his nose, but the breathing was finally not so painful, and the man got up and walked over to Harry, who had fallen on the other side, and Harry gasped, apparently also being treated by the spell,

"Are you alright?" The man asked,

Lawrence looked up, it was Fleur. Delacul, she was looking at herself worriedly,

"Much better," Lawrence asked, looking at Fleur, "but you...... When did you change your hairstyle?"

Fleur looked very embarrassed, in addition to the torn robe, the scars on her arms and face, the silver hair that was tied into a ponytail before the start of the mission had been scattered, and the waist-length hair had become a neat short hair on the shoulders.

"Oh, just now," Fleur said with some annoyance, "that Durmstrang fighter attacked me with a knife-like magic."

"Why didn't Karkarov attack us anymore?" Harry stood up and walked over to Lawrence, he was trying to grasp the wand with his trembling right hand, but the after-effects of the previous injury were obviously not so easy to remove.

"Fleur cast a spell." Lawrence explained that Karkaroff was constantly casting spells against the fence on the side,

"Now he can't see us—Fleur—" Before Lawrence could finish speaking, Karkaroff suddenly paused, and turned his head to look at them abruptly, he aimed at Fleur, ready to open his mouth to cast a spell,

"Be careful—" Harry reacted quickly, shouting with his wand in both hands, "Remove your weapons."

The wand in Kakarov's hand flew high,

"Fainted." Fleur calmly made up a spell, and Karkaroff fell with a thud,

"Quick confinement." Rope sprouted from the tip of Fleur's wand, binding Karkaroff to a sturdy knot,

Lawrence and Harry both looked at the Beauxbatons fighter with eyes that seemed to be their first acquaintance,

"Not bad, right?" Fleur gracefully flicked her wand and cleaned the blood from Lawrence's face,

"It's amazing." Harry said from the bottom of his heart,

"Why is Durmstrang's headmaster in the labyrinth?" Fleur asked, "Didn't he lose contact before the game began?"

No one can answer this question, Lawrence frowned and looked at the sky, he slowly stood up with his support to the fence, his chest still aching, but he had regained his basic mobility,

"Fleur—how did you get here?" Lawrence asked, looking at Fleur's puzzled expression and adding, "Harry and I both heard your screams just now."

"That Durmstrang fighter," Fleur shuddered, "he snuck up on me, he almost to—"

She subconsciously touched a slight scar on the back of her neck, Lawrence didn't know why she did it, he put one hand on Fleur's shoulder, tugging on Fleur's back to him, and then he confirmed that it was indeed a small abrasion,

"What about others?" Lawrence asked, and he calmly let go of the hand that was holding Fleur's shoulder,

Harry gave a subtle expression, grinning and not knowing whether to laugh or not.

"He...... Well...... Uh, we attack each other...... He's been a little slow to react," Fleur said in a fit-in-and-off manner, turning back to face Lawrence, "and my spell hit him...... I think he's still asleep, right?"

"Did you send a spark for help?" Lawrence asked,

"No, I heard the fighting here and rushed here." Fleur replied,

"And who sent that distress signal?" Lawrence asked, pointing to the sky, and Harry and Fleur looked up almost at the same time, a red ring of fire hovering in the air,

"Boom—" The sound of a log hitting a slate,

"That's the signal from Krum before he fails." A familiar roar rang out, and Alasto. Moody stepped on his prosthetic leg and appeared next to the platform of the trophy,

"Professor," Harry looked at Moody in surprise, "why are you here?"

"Because there's a distress signal." Moody said softly, and Lawrence felt that something was not right, "After the game starts, only when a distress signal is sent out can our patrol teachers be able to enter the maze."

"So you're going to get to Wickor from here? Professor?" Harry asked,

"I'm not going over there tonight." Moody replied that his MONOCULUS didn't move around as usual, acting like a real eye,

"Are you here to deal with that guy?" Fleur pointed at Karkaroff, "This guy got into the maze and attacked Lawrence and Harry."

"Speaking of this guy—" Moody grinned, his face full of scars, and his smile was exaggerated, and he laughed chillingly, waving his wand and breaking the rope that bound Karkaroff, who stood up without saying a word, looking at the three fighters with that empty look, "He was brought into the labyrinth before I competed."

"Professor?" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief what he heard and saw,

Lawrence raised his hand, Moody raised his wand, and the spells of the two were issued almost simultaneously,

"Quick confinement." Karkaroff commanded the ropes to imprison Harry,

"Tired, right? Rovander?" Moody looked at Lawrence and said that he had just played a spell against Lawrence, but he seemed to be at ease.

"Fainted." Fleur shouted,

"Don't be stupid, little girl," Moody roared, easily fending off Fleur's stun spell, not even giving Lawrence a chance to fight back, "You can't hurt me."

"Tired, isn't it, Rovander? You're almost at your limit, right?" Moody continued to say to Lawrence, "I know very well, after all, since the second mission, I know pretty much everything."

"And tonight, you messed up my original plan," Moody said, "and I have to step up and make some amends, or I'll lose a lot—a lot—"

Karkaroff's wand burst out with a red light, and the spell exploded during the flight, Lawrence waved his hand to block it, but Moody raised his wand and made a chopping motion, and almost at the same time, Fleur took a step forward and blocked Lawrence sideways, and Lawrence reacted at this time, Moody was right, he was tired,

"Armor for the body." Fleur casts the Iron Armor Charm, but Moody's spell ruthlessly breaks through the defenses, deflecting her attacks a bit, but still hits Fleur,

Lawrence was stunned, his head was blank, and he could only stiffly catch the fallen Fleur, but the warm blood and Harry's shouting brought Lawrence to his senses,

Intuition told Lawrence that only by fighting back did the three of them have a slight chance of escape, but the dull pain in his head and tired body told Lawrence that he didn't have much energy to cast more magic, but it was enough for him to save Fleur, right?

Will this be the last choice tonight? How to choose?

Lawrence made the decision almost without thinking,

"I'm sorry, Harry." Lawrence said that Harry had vaguely guessed something, and Moody raised his wand to recite the incantation,

Lawrence held Fleur in his left hand, and took out a small bottle containing phoenix tears in his right hand, he didn't want to save, he directly poured half a bottle between Fleur's left collarbone and neck, and then resealed it, stuffed it into Fleur's already cold and stiff hand and put it down,

"You want to escape?" Moody asked, he was a little uneasy because Lawrence had blocked the attack again, he looked tired, but his eyes were shining,

"I'm going to let her escape." Lawrence replied, and golden light bloomed from his palm,

Fleur floated up in the light as if she were lying in the air, and Lawrence gently pushed Fleur behind him,

"Avada kills—" Moody roared, the deadly green light was not aimed at Lawrence, but at Fleur, who was already drifting towards the corner of the trail,

Vines and branches hung down from the hedges on either side, and a wall of earth rose from the ground, blocking the Curse and the path behind Lawrence.

"I guess your MONOCULUS might be able to see through the labyrinth's fences, so you can get here quickly," Lawrence said, "but I guess you don't have time to chase her, the professors are coming, are they?"

"Very smart," Moody said calmly, but Lawrence knew he was furious in his heart, "What other tricks do you have right now?"

Harry looked up at Lawrence, he saw Lawrence smile, and then a spark flew out of Lawrence's finger and flew into the sky behind him, Harry understood, that was where Fleur was now,

"Drill the heart—" Moody roared angrily, and Karkaroff stepped on Harry's hand on the floor fumbling for his wand.

Intense pain struck Lawrence, who was in pain, but he still grinned and sneered silently at Moody.

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P.S: In the original book, in Chapter 16 of the Fire Cup Test, Rowling describes Fleur's hair as "A_long_sheet_of_silvery-blonde_hair_fell_almost_to_her_waist." Who can tell me whether "silvery-blonde_hair" is silver or blonde (flipping table) (I personally think it's silver with a bit of blonde hair in the middle of the hair).