In the evening after class, the weather was as foggy as ever, and the three Harry came out of the castle as they had never been in this direction before. The winding path led them to the wilderness fields surrounding the village of Hogsmeade. There are only a handful of cabins, but they have a large garden. They walked towards the foot of the mountain, where the village of Hogsmeade sits in the shadow of the mountain. Then, they turned a corner and saw a fence at the end of the path. Waiting for them there was a big, scruffy black dog with its front paws perched on the highest fence and a few newspapers in its mouth......

"Hello, Sirius." Harry said as they walked over.

Harry looked at the black dog standing in place, and in a moment, the huge black dog stood upright and turned into a tall, thin man.

Sirius was dressed in a pure black robe, his hair seemed to have been carefully groomed, and his face was quite ruddy, which looked very different from before.

He looked up at Harry and smiled, but Harry only smiled reluctantly.

"What are you doing here, Sirius?" He asked.

"Fulfill my obligations as a godfather," Sirius said.

"The World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament, so many things have happened, your current situation is very dangerous, not to mention, I heard Ron say that you actually fell out with Mr. Augustus, at this moment, the internal division is definitely more serious than the danger outside, what you are doing is too naïve." Blake had a serious face, and there was a hint of interrogation in his tone.

Harry glared at Ron, "I just saw the true colors of some hypocrites, and on the one hand, I invited Qiu Zhang, and on the other hand, the second project revealed that the love of his heart was Lillian, this kind of hypocritical aristocrat who stepped on two boats, it would be better to break up as soon as possible." ”

Sirius shook his head helplessly, "What the hell are you thinking, from the dark mark of the World Realm Cup, to your name being thrown into the Goblet of Fire inexplicably, all of this reveals an unusual smell of conspiracy, at this time, you still care about the private affairs of these children, you are really disappointing." ”

Hermione had a look of worry on her face, "That's true, so far, we haven't figured out who put your name into the Goblet of Fire, and what this person's purpose is, at this time, internal division happens to be the most important thing for the other party." What's more, Mr. Augustus doesn't know how many times he has helped us from the beginning of his acquaintance, and without him, Sirius would not have been able to overturn the case and regain his freedom, whether morally or in the current situation, you are too villain to do so. ”

Harry's face was dark, "Yes, in every way, I shouldn't have done that. However, have any of you considered my feelings, he is a true Hogwarts Warrior, and my name is only a second late, and I am an impostor, and I can bear it. The so-called pure-bloods of Slytherin, hanging the badge of Potter's stinky, I can bear it, the prom dinner, he is the protagonist, and he is invited by countless girls, I can only pick the most and the rest, I still don't care. However, why did he play with Qiu Zhang's feelings and use Qiu Zhang as Lilian's shield, this is this so-called gentlemanly demeanor? ”

The wind blew across the edge of the cliff, and the atmosphere gradually cooled a little, Sirius sighed and did not continue to persuade.

It was early summer, and in the last week of May, after Potions class, Snape left Augustus behind.

"Augustus, go down at the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock tonight," Snape told him, "and Mr. Bagman is going to be there to tell the Warriors what the third event is." ”

At nine o'clock in the evening, Augustus walked slowly out of the Slytherin common room and downstairs. Walk down the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch and enter the pitch through a crack in the stands.

As far as the eye can see, the Quidditch pitch is no longer flat and smooth. It seems as if someone has erected numerous long low walls here, which are intricately intricately stretched out in all directions.

On the field, the other three warriors had been waiting for a long time.

"Hello!" A pleasant voice shouted.

Ludo? Bagman stood in the middle of the court, next to Krum and Fleur.

"How's that, what do you think?" Bagman asked happily, "It's going well, isn't it?" In another month, Hagrid would make them twenty feet tall. Don't worry," he said with a smile when he saw the unhappy look on Harry's face, "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—

"Labyrinth." Krum said in a gruff voice.

"That's right!" "It's a labyrinth," Bagman said. The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the middle of the maze, and whoever is able to touch it first will get a perfect score. ”

Augustus touched his chin slightly, the maze is a rather old athletic sport, not only to test the observation, memory, physical strength, and timely judgment of the interlocutor, but it is a very interesting project.

"There will be many obstacles," Bagman said cheerfully, jumping around on tiptoe, "Hagrid offers a whole bunch of animals...... There are also some spells that must be lifted...... Things like that, you know. Also, the Warriors who lead the scoring go into the maze first. ”

"First Mr. Augustus, then Krum, and finally Harry and Fleur. So, there's no problem, right? Then go back to the castle. ”

After saying goodbye to Bagman, Augustus and Krum turned back to the castle together.

"I'm quite good at the maze project, this competition, I will definitely not let you dominate again, I will do my best to surpass you!" There was a hint of blood on Krum's old-fashioned face.

Augustus smiled slightly, "I believe that this project will be very exciting, as long as you do your best, no matter if you win or lose, you will not leave any more regrets." ”

At this moment, a man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree. Augustus looked over suspiciously, as if he had some impression of this person, and after a few closer looks, it was actually Crouch, but his current appearance was too far from usual.

He looked to have been wandering outside for many days, the knees of his robe torn and bloodstained, his face covered with scars, his beard unkempt, and his face pale 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, muttering and gesturing incessantly.