Wand 7 (upright): Challenge.

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Hogwarts, England

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For Harry, knowing what he was thinking was clear, but asking him to go to Hermione immediately to say something clear, Harry always felt that he lacked a little bit of action......

[To put it bluntly, you're cowardly.] ]

It was Opal's complaint, and Harry felt he couldn't refute it.

Okay, cowardice, they're still young anyway, and Hermione and Krum don't seem to be together for another three days lately, so there's nothing wrong with relaxing a little, right?

Or wait until you get the Goblet of Fire before confessing to Hermione? Provided, of course, that Opal doesn't mind giving him the award.

But there shouldn't be any problem, after all, this trophy Opal doesn't care at all, and when the time comes, it will be good to say that the two of them will work together to solve the other two contestants and distribute it internally.

Harry thought so optimistically.

Normally, the start of the summer semester meant Harry had to train hard for the final Quidditch match of the season. But this year he's preparing for the third and final event of the Triwizard Tournament - though he still doesn't know what he's going to do. So he could only honestly pull Draco and train with them according to the training list given by Opal.

However, I don't know if it's a delusion, Harry always felt that Opal seemed to be acting a little irritated lately......

By the last week of May, Professor McGonagall had left Harry behind after the Transfiguration class.

"Potter, you go to the Quidditch pitch below at nine o'clock tonight,"

Professor McGonagall told him, "Mr. Bagman is going to be there to tell the Warriors what the third project is." ”

So at half past eight that night, Harry got down to Gryffindor Tower on time. As he walked through the foyer, he saw Opal coming up from the Slytherin common room.

After looking around and not anyone seemed to notice him, Harry naturally walked with Opal.

"What do you think it will be?"

As the two of them walked down the stone steps together towards their destination, Harry turned to look at Opal, "Draco said that since there are already dragons rescued, the next step should be a treasure hunt or something. ”

[What are you going to do if it's a treasure hunt?] ]

Glancing at Harry with a smirk, Opal was noncommittal.

"If it's a treasure hunt, go find Hagrid and borrow one to sniff."

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry said that if that was the case, the competition would be easier, "Let's hunt for treasure together, and then find a chance to disqualify the warriors of the other two schools." ”

It's better to compete internally than to lose to the outside, isn't it?

[Feel free, isn't it still time to decide on the next event?] ]

Opal and Harry talked to each other as they walked down the dark lawn towards the Quidditch pitch and into the pitch through the entrance to the stands.

"It's ...... Stadium?! ”

Looking at the changed pitch in front of him in some dismay, Harry turned to Opal with some uncertainty and asked, "What are they going to do here?"

Harry couldn't be blamed for asking, because the Quidditch pitch was no longer flat and smooth at the moment. It seems as if someone has erected numerous long low walls here, which are intricately intricately stretched out in all directions.

For this reason, Harry also went up to carefully observe the low wall closest to him, and determined that it was the wall.

[I guess the third item has something to do with mazes.] ]

Raising his hand and touching the wall where he had grown thorny vines, Opal couldn't help but raise an eyebrow after receiving the plant's response message, [Should I say this is a big deal?] ]

"What?"

Harry, who was too quiet to hear Opal's voice, blinked, and was about to ask when he heard a familiar voice: "Hello! ”

When he looked over, he saw Ludo Bagman standing in an unwilling place, next to Krum and Fleur. Harry and Opal stepped straight over the low walls and headed for them.

And as Harry approached, Fleur smiled at him - her attitude towards him had changed a hundred and eighty degrees since Harry had rescued her sister from the lake.

However, Harry was not sensitive to this, after all, he hadn't spoken to Hermione yet, although Hermione was not here at the moment, but he couldn't stand the crowd and talk about it, so he just politely smiled back at Flout and nodded.

"How's that, what do you think?"

Once Opal and Harry were in place, Bagman happily asked, "It's going well, isn't it?" In another month, Hagrid would make them twenty feet tall. Don't worry - as soon as the tournament is over, your Quidditch pitch will be back to its original state! Okay, so I guess you guys can guess what we're going to do here, right? ”

No one spoke for a moment, and then Krum spoke: "It's a labyrinth, right?" ”

"Yes!"

As if glad to have someone on the show, Bagman smiled, "It's a labyrinth." The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the maze|Central, and whoever is able to touch it first will get a full score. ”

"We just need to go through the maze?"

As if surprised by the simplicity of this project, Fleur couldn't help but confirm.

"There will be many obstacles."

Bagman said cheerfully, jumping around on tiptoe, "Hegerty has a lot of animals...... There are still some spells that must be lifted...... Stuff like that, you know. Also, the warrior with the leading score enters the maze first. ”

Bagman smiled at Harry and Opal, "Then Mr. Krum comes in...... Finally, there is Miss Delacour. But you all have to work hard to succeed, and it depends on your ability to overcome obstacles. It's supposed to be fun, isn't it? ”

Harry knew exactly what kind of animals Hagrid would offer on such occasions, and it wasn't fun at all.

But at the moment he wouldn't say it, just glanced at Opal and nodded politely like any other warrior.

I don't want to say it, but it's clear that this environment is a perfect fit for Opal, and although she never said it herself, Harry always felt that someone in a plant environment always looked very relaxed.

What's more, Opal's affinity for animals he had personally learned.

"Very good...... If you're okay, let's go back to the castle, okay? It's a bit cold ...... here."

As they stepped over the growing wall, Bagman hurried past Harry. Harry felt that Bagman was about to offer to help him again, but just then, Krum tapped Harry on the shoulder.

"Can I have a word with you?"

"Yes, no problem."

Harry was slightly surprised by Krum's accosting, but after seeing that Opal on the side didn't seem to have a problem with it, he nodded and agreed.

"Come with me, okay?"

"Okay."

Bagman was a little upset by this unexpected situation: "I'll be waiting for you here, Harry, okay?" ”

"Oh, no, Mr. Bagman."

Harry couldn't help but laugh and said, "I think I'll find the castle myself, thank you." ”

Harry and Krum left the pitch together, but Krum didn't go in the direction of Durmstrang's boat, but instead walked towards the forest.

Opal, on the other hand, looked at the direction in which Harry and Krum were leaving, slightly hooked the corners of his lower lip, and politely said goodbye to Fleur and the absent-minded Bagman, and left on his own.

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Over there, Harry and Krum had passed Hagrid's hut and the brightly lit Beauxbatons carriage. Coming to a quiet clearing, some distance from the Beauxbatons stables, Krum stopped in the shade of the trees and turned to look at Harry.

"I want to know."

His expression was a little gloomy at the moment, "What's the matter with you and Hemi-En?" ”

“……”

Harry couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth - he thought Krum was looking for him so mysteriously, so he was asking this?

But the next second he became nervous, after all, looking at Krum's expression, even if he was sluggish, he could guess a rough idea, and after thinking about it for a while, he spoke, "We are friends." ”

Friends at the moment, but not necessarily in the future.

"Hemmy-N often talks about you."

Krum looked at Harry suspiciously, "I thought ...... You are ......"

"Friends!"

In order to avoid trouble, although Harry didn't think that he would lose to Krum if he really fought, but the problem was that the third game hadn't started yet, and it would be in trouble if he really lost both sides or something, so Harry opened his eyes and began to flicker, "You also mention your friends when you talk to others, right?" ”

“…… Seems to be ......"

Probably surrounded by Harry's words, Krum's expression was a little tangled, "That ......"

At this time, Harry suddenly noticed that there was an unusual movement in the bushes behind Krum.

Having some experience with things hidden in the forest, Harry instinctively grabbed Krum's arm and pulled him over.

"What's going on?"

It was clear that Harry's movements had been overwhelmed, and Krum was a little strange.

"Some cases ......"

Harry shook his head, staring at the place where there was movement, and with a flick of his hand, the wand that had been on his arm sliced into his palm, and then was gripped in his hand.

At this moment, a man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree. Harry didn't recognize it for a moment...... Then, he reacted, it was Mr. Crouch.

He looked to have been wandering outside for many days, the knees of his robe were torn and bloodied, his face was covered with scars, his beard was unkempt, and his face was gray and haggard. His neat hair and beard needed to be washed and trimmed.

His appearance is peculiar, but the most bizarre thing is his behavior. Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone, who only he could see. He kept muttering and gesticulating.

"Mr. Crouch?"

Harry let out a strange cry, but didn't respond.

"Isn't he a referee?"

Krum stared at Mr. Crouch for a moment, then turned to look at Harry, "Isn't he from your Ministry of Magic?" ”

Harry nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then walked slowly towards Mr. Crouch.

Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, but kept saying to a nearby tree, "...... Weatherby, when you're done with this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students Durmstrang will be participating in the tournament, and Karkaroff will send a letter saying that there are twelve and a supernumerary teaching assistant......"

"Mr. Crouch?"

It was clear that something was wrong with Crouch at the moment, but Harry still wanted to try, so he screamed again.

“…… Then send an owl to Madame Maxim to deliver a letter, and she may also increase the number of pupils, since the number of Karkarov has increased to twelve...... Let's do it, Weatherby, okay? All right? Line ......"

But Mr. Crouch stood there, his eyes fixed on the tree which he had apparently taken for Percy, and muttered silently. Then, he staggered a few steps to the side and fell to his knees.

Harry hurried up to check on his condition, only to find that his eyes were rolling upwards, clearly in poor condition.

"What's wrong with him?"

Krum followed Harry into the bushes as well, apparently frightened by Crouch's state.

[It's Imperio.] ]

The sudden sound made Krum almost jump straight to his feet, but Harry was visibly relieved: "Opal, why did you get here?" ”

[Take a walk.] ]

Pushing Krum with a polite nod, Opal walked over to Crouch and looked down to check on him.

Finding out what was going to happen from Pansy, Opal would never admit it - but unfortunately Pancy didn't seem to be able to reveal much information because of the constraints, she only knew that Crouch had clues, but it wasn't clear what the specific clues were.

Knowing that this must be Sister Qianwei's hands, Opal, there is no better solution at this moment.

"Dumbledore!"

At this time, Mr. Crouch suddenly gasped and grabbed Opal's robe, but his eyes were fixed on the top of her head, "I want to ...... See...... Dumbledore......"

"Okay."

Looking at Opal, who looked so calm that he didn't care about his captured robes at all, Harry couldn't help but speak, "As soon as you get up and let go of your hand, Mr. Crouch, we'll go find-"

"I did...... A...... Fool ......"

Crouch gasped and said, he looked completely insane at the moment, his eyes bulging outward, dripping and rolling, saliva dripping down his chin, "Must ...... Tell...... Dumb ......"

However, before Crouch could finish his words, he was knocked unconscious by Opal's sharp knife.

"Opal you ......"

Harry glanced at Opal, knowing that there must be a reason for what she did, but he was still a little embarrassed by the neat and clean work.

[You go and call Dumbledore, and Krum and I are waiting here.] ]

After waving his wand and throwing a simple healing spell at Crouch, Opal didn't lift his head.

"Okay."

Harry, accustomed to one command and one action, immediately complied.

Krum seemed to want to say something, but Opal's direct "Colloportus" silenced him.

As for his personal opinion? Sorry, it's not Hogwarts students who don't have a say.