The weather is already warming up, but it's still a little cold outside the castle.

The little wizards who were eating breakfast in the auditorium could hear the wind howling outside the window from time to time, and the Forbidden Forest in the distance was blown with a rattling sound, which everyone could faintly hear when they sat in the castle.

But fortunately, the clear sky and bright sunshine made everyone have a good mood.

Today is February 24th, the day of the second event of the Final Three.

At this moment, Maca was sitting at the long table, enjoying a hearty breakfast at a leisurely pace. And right next to his plate, the box he had obtained from the previous project was casually placed there.

"McLean, why don't you hurry up?" "It's 8:30 and there's only an hour left...... I know you're pretty sure, but ...... You can't go wrong with a little more preparation. ”

It can be seen that he still values Durmstrang's honor. Maca was only in second place at the moment, which made him a little unable to sit still.

"I think you should worry about yourself...... The members of the jury should have to be there first, shouldn't they? Maca said casually as she munched on a grilled sausage.

"Oh-yes, yes-but it's you, McLean!" Orson said, and took out his pocket watch again and looked at it, "Okay, okay! I did have to go first...... Hurry up! ”

Maca waved her hand casually, indicating that she understood.

When Professor Orson hurried out of the auditorium again, Maca was still eating slowly, not looking in a hurry.

When the students in the auditorium were gradually leaving, and there were fewer and fewer people, he wiped his mouth and stood up with the box.

"McLean, it's almost time for the game to start...... You, as a warrior, should get ready as soon as possible. ”

A voice rang out from behind Marca, who turned his head to find that it was Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.

"Oh, of course—I'm going to go there!" Maca nodded slightly, "Mr. Crouch, aren't you sick?" Are you okay? ”

"Thank you, it's no problem, I've already let ...... Well, Weatherby went back. Crouch still had the same serious face that was tense all the time, and he was still talking about business.

Of course, I still can't remember Percy Weasley's name.

"Please! The warriors are already resting......"

With that, Mr. Crouch turned and walked first to the door of the Great Hall, as if to lead the way to Maca.

The venue for the competition is still set up in the wall where the first event was held.

In fact, site preparation has been underway since last week. Dumbledore was once again involved in the construction of the playing field, but in terms of the time it took, it was clear that this time the venue was much more complicated than the last one.

"Mr. Crouch, I think...... There are some things we have to talk about first......" Maca, who had been following Crouch all along, suddenly stopped him, "Yes, about this 'riot'. ”

"What to talk about? What 'riots'? Crouch turned his head, frowning in bewilderment.

"Stop acting, no one hears here - we have to talk about it before it goes wrong!" Maca said impatiently, "Understand? ”

"I had no idea what you're talking about—" Crouch's brow furrowed even tighter, and he looked at Maca with a puzzled expression.

But Maca snorted slightly, and Crouch immediately felt something against his abdomen.

"Don't know what I'm talking about? Do you need me to help you remember, huh? Maca tilted her head and said, "Minibus—"

"Enough! Come on! Crouch suddenly lowered his shoulders and lowered his voice, "Don't call me by name here!" Okay, okay, let's talk about it first, let's talk about it...... This way! ”

There were already very few people here - most of them had already rushed to the playing field, and the small movements of the two did not attract anyone's attention.

One after the other, they quickly departed from the clearing in front of the castle, turned a corner, and entered some garden on the side.

At the same time, it was in the tent on the edge of the competition field with a wooden sign that read "Warrior Resting Place......

"I ...... I'm coming......" Harry said breathlessly, slipping at the mouth of the tent and falling to Fleur's feet.

"Oh!"

Fleur, who was looking at the box in her hand, was taken aback, and she quickly shrunk her foot - fortunately, Harry didn't sit on her instep, otherwise today's game would have been in trouble.

You know, she's already upset about what's in the box!

"Oh, where have you been?" Ludo Bagman reached out and helped Harry up, "Are you alright?" ”

"It's okay, I'm okay—" Harry stood firm, then waved his hand repeatedly, "Am I late?" ”

"Hmm...... It was too late, but ......" Ludo Bagman saw Harry, and it seemed as if a stone had fallen to the ground, and he spread his hands lightly, "You see, Mr. Crouch and Mr. McLean haven't arrived yet!" The game can only be postponed a little...... You can catch your breath first. ”

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Madame Maxim seemed upset to see him...... Judging by the look on her face, it was obvious that she thought he wouldn't show up.

Of course, she would have preferred to see Maca never show up again. Because in her opinion, even though Harry is still in the first place, the biggest threat to Busbatons is Marca McKellen.

As for Professor Orson, he was standing outside the tent and looking into the distance!

Harry bent down, clasped his hands on his knees, and gasped for air. Probably because he was running too fast, he suddenly had a sharp pain in the side of his chest and abdomen, like a knife inserted between his ribs.

"Are you okay?" Hermione walked over and looked at Harry worriedly, "Why are you here now?" Ron and I didn't see you all morning—"

"I'm looking up in the library," Harry and Hermione stepped aside, and he whispered, "I need to be ready—you know, I'm not as smart as you and Maka—"

But Hermione clearly didn't approve of Harry's behavior, and she said disapprovingly, "You should have done it earlier, didn't you?" I've urged you many times, but you always feel like there's still a lot of time......"

"It's not because of what Moody revealed that night......" Harry pushed his black-rimmed glasses and subconsciously lifted the waistband of his pants - the belt seemed to be a little loose after a sprint.

"Don't talk about it here!" Hermione hurriedly glanced at Harry lest he should say everything he shouldn't have said.

Just then, a voice came clearly from outside the tent.

"Oh - thanks Merlin! You're finally here—"

"Am I late?"

It was the voices of Professor Orson and Maca, respectively, and everyone was familiar with both of them, and they could be distinguished by listening to them.

Sure enough, Marca and Professor Orson walked in side by side through the tent.

"Looks like I'm just in time?" Maca looked left and right, and said suspiciously, "What about Percy?" ”

"Mr. Crouch had already returned today, but he left a little now, and he hasn't come back yet!" Ludo Bagman shrugged his shoulders and said, "Didn't you meet him when you came?" ”

"I'm sorry, I don't think I met Mr. Crouch." Maca also shrugged her shoulders and replied calmly.

"Hmm-" Bagman pondered for a moment, then turned back to Dumbledore and the other headmasters, "what to do?" Do you have to wait a little longer to see? ”

"I'll ask the teachers to help me find it later, and the game can't be delayed any longer...... Get started now! Dumbledore looked left and right at Orson and Lady Maxim, and after he confirmed, he said decisively.

Bagman nodded at once and announced to the four warriors, "Then, warriors, please stand in one of the doorways in the wall, and wait for the order to begin!" ”

The walls that used to have entrances on all sides have been blocked, and only four small openings for one person have been opened in one wall.

The four warriors discussed with each other, and then walked towards their chosen doorways.

"How's it going, Harry?" Bagman led Harry a few more steps forward, avoiding the others, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what you're going to do?" ”

"Yes." Harry gasped in reply, gently massaging his ribs - the pain from the run hadn't gone away completely, and he still had a dull pain in his ribs!

Bagman squeezed Harry's shoulder hard and walked over to the referee's table at the top of the wall.

In a few moments, he came to his place and pointed his wand at his throat.

"Loud voice!"

So his voice was like thunder, passing through the ears of all the spectators.

"I'm sure you're getting a little impatient with waiting, but I think it's worth it!" His voice easily suppressed the buzz in the walled stands, "In fact, I can't wait, like everyone else!" But I have to tell you about the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, don't I? ”

Bagman paused, then said aloud, "As you can see, this is a huge labyrinth!" I think you need to understand that the walls of this labyrinth are all made of doom thorns! In this labyrinth, the first thing the warriors have to face is these thorny tentacles that will sneak up on you from time to time without you knowing! ”

"Of course, this labyrinth is obviously not that simple! Because everywhere in the labyrinth – yes, 'everywhere'! The labyrinth is full of hidden dangers, with creatures, traps, and puzzles...... Trust me, it's definitely going to be difficult! If you're not careful, you'll lose all your efforts! ”

"And in each warrior's box, in addition to the most important clues, there is also an eighth-eighth map of this labyrinth! Naturally, they are different, and as to whether it will help the warriors who hold it to victory—who knows? ”

"Yes...... Well, the last of the last! The task that the Warriors are about to take on is—"