Outside the window, the morning sun rises and shines on the earth with a hint of warmth, and the pleasant climate dispels the cold of the past, giving Hogwarts Castle a golden coat.

In the conference room next to the auditorium, sunlight slanted through the windows, filling the void.

Of course, this is an emptiness that belongs to "Maca" alone, because he has no family at all.

Fleur's sister, Gabridellakull, took her mother's hand and looked at Maka, who was standing alone by the window and bathing in the morning sun with her big watery eyes shining in the sun.

From Gabrielle's point of view, "Maca" just happened to block the rising sun, making her barely able to see the other person's expression.

All she could see was a bright morning sun...... The silhouette of a teenager.

"Oh, the wind is so noisy today!"

An inexplicable exclamation came softly from the direction of the sun, accompanied by a warm spring breeze and the wind-blown hair...... The sigh was as ethereal as a cloud, but with a little inexplicable solemnity.

“……”

Gabrielle pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. Immediately after, she suddenly let go of her mother's hand and took a brave step forward.

"Mr. McLean, the wind itself has no sound!"

The corners of the skirt at the girl's feet fluttered slightly, rippling layer after layer.

"Maca's" face froze, but then she regained her composure.

"Ahem......" he cleared his throat, ignoring the girl's serious correction, "...... But the wind seems to be sobbing softly......"

"Mr. McLean!" Gabrielle looked at him with pure eyes and said seriously, "The wind doesn't cry!" ”

Fleur hurriedly stretched out her hand and pulled her, and then looked at "Maca" with some strange eyes with her mother, in fact, Fleur was just puzzled, but the mother of the sisters frowned slightly.

"Gabrielle, don't talk to strange people." She took her little daughter's hand again and whispered in French.

Unfortunately, this "Maca" now really understands French.

A moment of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he immediately tightened his face, struggling to maintain his coquettish appearance.

"Maca?"

Before the three of Delacour's mother and daughter could continue to speak, Hermione on the side suddenly spoke......

“…… Maca, don't you go together? She beckoned, "That'...... It's rare that my dad and mom are here to go outside and enjoy the sun, right? Well...... And that ...... 'hustle' wind? ”

"Miss Granger, the wind is not ...... Hmmm......"

Gabrielle's mother simply covered her daughter's mouth, she didn't understand, are these warriors all outdated bards? What nonsense are you talking about here?

However, "Maca", who was standing in the wind in the sun, seemed to be scratched all of a sudden, and the surprise on her face could hardly be concealed.

"Hmm......" he straightened his expression, and suddenly turned back to Hermione, "Let's go!" Take advantage of the wind before you bring something bad into Hogwarts! ”

But at this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and Ron hurriedly ran in.

Didn't he go to the exam? How did it end up here?

"Maca!" Ron braced his knees, panting, "Oops! I," he swallowed hard, "...... My crucible leaks again! Can you lend me yours? ”

"Maca" paused in her steps, took a deep breath, and nodded stiffly.

“…… Yes, of course. He turned to Ron and said in a deep tone of resentment, "But I want to tell you one thing first"

"There are a lot of second-hand crucibles in the scrap shop in Diagon Alley, and they are all sold at half price...... Why don't you buy two more to keep in reserve? ”

The June wind was not so noisy. And the crucible, whether it's full price or half price, once it's time to leak, it will naturally leak.

By the way, one inconsequential thing about British potato chips is really hard to eat!

……

The whole day was spent in peace, at least for the Warriors and their respective parents and elders.

Lockhart, disguised as Maca, hasn't tried to attract the little girl's attention since he planted a big heel in the conference room.

"What's wrong with the girls now? Remember that back then, many young girls liked this kind of literary and artistic bard style? ”

On the sloping lawn by the lake, Lockhart sat on the ground, muttering in confusion with his eyes slightly closed......

"Do you mean...... Am I already outdated? ”

It wasn't until the sun went down that he was called to the auditorium for his last dinner before the race.

Ludo Bagman and Connelly Fudge sat down at the faculty chair, and Bagman looked very happy, but Connelly Fudge, who sat next to Mrs. Maxim, had a stiff face and did not say a word.

Madame Maxime was buried in her meal, her eyes seemed to be a little red, and Hagrid on the other side of the table kept looking at her.

Dinner was more hearty than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much, as everyone was nervous right now, including Lockhart, who was disguised as Maca.

When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple of the night, Dumbledore stood up behind the teaching chair, and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... In five minutes, I'm going to invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament be played! Now, please follow Mr. Bagman and get ready on the other side of the playground. ”

All four warriors stood up. Everyone's expressions were different, Fleur seemed to be a little hesitant, and "Maca" lowered her eyes slightly in distraction, Hermione was relatively better, but none was the most nervous than our Mr. Potter.

"Is it feeling okay, Harry?" As they descended the stone steps, Bagman asked, "Have faith?" ”

"Oh yes." Harry said.

Of course, it was casual, and he remembered all the spells he had practiced in his head, but it didn't make him feel better.

On the other side, "Maka", who had been lowering her eyes, suddenly raised her head, with a hint of deeply hidden firmness in her eyes.

When they walked into the Quidditch pitch, they found that everything had become completely unrecognizable.

A large circular platform was built on top of the original Quidditch pitch, completely covering the former huge hole and the lawn.

In the center of the circular platform, a shallow disc-shaped pit was excavated, and four half-human-high gray-white stone pillars stood around it.

And at the top of the stone pillar, there is a bottle of transparent potion bottles containing powder particles of different colors, is that Floo powder? But why are there so many colors?

The whole venue looks like an empty altar, and the four warriors are undoubtedly the ones who are about to become sacrifices.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the surrounding stands.

Hundreds of students sat down, and the air was filled with excited words and chaotic footsteps.

The sky was now a clear deep blue, and the stars were gradually revealed. They flickered as always, like countless pairs of eyes, watching everything here.

Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the playing field and walked towards Bagman and the Warriors. They all had large red stars embellished with glitter on their hats, except for Hagrid, whose red star was behind his thick flannel vest.

"We're going to be here all the time," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors, "and if you're in trouble, and you want to be rescued, or if you decide to abstain, use the Fire Charm to ignite the powder in the bottle, and we'll have someone to help you, understand?" ”

"Professor, is that Floo powder?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.

Professor McGonagall nodded, "Yes, that's the Floo Powder specially made for this project, and when they are ignited, the Floo Net node fixed in the bottle will trigger the magic flame on the ground and connect the Floo Net route between the two places. ”

“…… However, this special Floo Powder is very expensive, and it can only be used once, so please judge the timing of use carefully, do you know? ”

The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, go ahead and ignite the random teleportation flame!" Bagman said happily to the four rescuers.

"Good luck, Maca, Harry, Hermione."

Hagrid whispered, and the four of them walked towards the "altar" in the middle, and stood by the four pillars. Professor McGonagall then pulled out a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the shallow depression.

Suddenly, a flame rose into the air, turning it into a bright green bonfire.

Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and chanted "Loud sound," and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! I'll report the current score! The current leader is Maca McLean with 88 points, temporarily in first place, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! ”

There wasn't a lot of applause and cheers, but there weren't a lot of maca-loving students clapping hard to break the silence of the night sky.

"Second place is Harry Potter 73 points, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" There was another round of applause, and the home advantage gave him more encouragement.

"Hermione Granger 64 points, third place, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Compared to Harry, Hermione received a lot less applause, after all, Harry's legendary experience made him destined to add a lot of points in the hearts of others.

"Finally, fourth place, Fleur Delacour 62 points, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The only recognizable names were Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione in the middle of the stands politely applauding Fleur, and other than that, the only students left were Beauxbatons.

And, of course, there's the sullen Lady Maxime, who seems to think that there must be something wrong with Fleur being two points lower than Hermione!

At this time, Bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hand energetically.

"Now...... Mr. McLean, please listen to my whistle! He shouted, "Three...... Two......! Let's set off for the Demon Flame! ”