"Okay, you fools, can't you see that this is Mr. Sherlock joking?" Fleur was a little angry with these two warriors, obviously they were also warriors, but these two men didn't seem to have brains.

"I was surprised by the way you really looked." Sherlock laughed as well, and then the three warriors were about to leave the bottom of the lake with their cherished ones, and when Harry and Krum, along with the last Fleur to swim up, appeared on the surface of the lake, the venue erupted in thunderous applause.

It has to be said that this time the three warriors once again completed the task perfectly, but the main jury still had to score them, and in the end, Harry, who was the first to find the location of the cherished object, received the highest score, followed by Krum, and finally Fleur, who was second in the first event and third in this time.

Harry Potter scored first in two consecutive events, and on the main stage, Fu Meng applauded lightly and said to Dumbledore next to him, "This kid is not in vain, at least he works hard." ”

Dumbledore laughed a few times, but compared to the Sherlock who was walking underwater, Fumond's behavior just now seemed a little uneasy.

Fleur's sister was a little angry, her sister turned out to be the last one, and she whispered to Fleur, "If you didn't stop Harry and that Krum just now, and let them be taught a lesson by Mr. Sherlock and thrown out, then the first place will be yours." ”

Fleur Delacour looked at her sister stunned, why did she suddenly become a little dark-bellied?

"The third and final project will take place on the evening of June 24." Bagman continued, "The Warriors will know the specifics of the project a month in advance. Thank you all for your support of the Warriors. ”

In the end, the second project ended with cheers and applause from everyone.

Since the end of the second project, everyone has talked about everything from the wonderful performance of the warriors, to how the rescued hostages survived underwater, and the relationship between the warriors and the hostages.

What is more interesting is that Harry and Parvati Patil have become the objects of pity for many people, which may have presented all kinds of terrible pictures in the minds of some lewd Hogwarts men and women.

Parvati Patil was furious about this, and she couldn't argue with it, as if she and Harry really had some illicit relationship, and Harry was still baffled by her presence at the bottom of the lake.

She was a living person, a pretty girl, but in the eyes of Harry, she was no match for an invisible cloak and an owl.

This caused Parvati to complain in front of her sister many times, and as soon as she heard the Gryffindor people ridicule her relationship with Harry, the little girl would be angry and go straight to the other party.

Prince of Gryffindor is Patil's most recent nickname, as the rumormonger Patil has been fighting several times with some of the boys, and each time the boys have been bruised and swollen.

They all think that Petil is Femia, Gryffindor, and that they are both violent women.

Harry could now see that Petil was walking around, and Harry had complained to Hermione many times about the current atmosphere.

"Harry, you can't just give up!" Suddenly, Asin Sha came over from the side and said to Harry.

"What...... You mean me and Parvati Patil! No, we don't have any ......," Harry explained nervously when he saw that it was Assinsha.

"Doesn't that mean that she's your dance partner first, and then your dear person in the second project? Do you want to abandon Petyer just because of what people outside say to you, our school is not forbidden to fall in love, and there are countless couples who have walked out of here...... Could it be that you dislike Petyer's former colonial status......"

Harry opened his mouth, scrambling to argue that he didn't have those thoughts.

"I hate boys like you!"

But Asinsa pulled Hermione and left directly, Harry was helpless, but he didn't know that Assinsha was joking with him, and the boy at this time was already full of holes in his heart.

But there was one thing that caught Harry's extra attention, and that was when their fourth-year students were in Snape's Potions class the day after their second project.

Harry's status as a Warrior made Snape uncomfortable, and every time a fourth-year Gryffindor attended his class, Snape would find trouble.

Neville felt that Snape was as fond of broken thoughts as a big-nosed old lady with a careful eye, and that he was fierce.

The atmosphere gradually cooled down, and the Gryffindor friends tried to remain quiet during the Potions class during this period, as long as they could hear the sound of breathing.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the classroom.

"Come in." Snape said in his usual voice.

The door opened, and the class turned to look.

Professor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, walked in, and everyone watched as he walked towards Snape's podium.

He curled his goatee with his fingers, looking rather manic.

"We need to talk." As soon as Karkaroff walked up to Snape, he said suddenly.

He seems determined not to let anyone hear what he says, so his lips barely move, as if he were a very lame ventriloquist expert.

"I'll talk to you after class, Karkaroff." Snape whispered, but Karkaroff interrupted him.

"I want to talk about it now, while you can't slip away, Severus, there are things you can't dodge, you have to think about the consequences and the ...... you have to face."

"I'll talk about it after class." Snape said harshly.

Harry Potter dripped the toad bile into the cauldron slightly, his pupils reflected Karkaroff's furious look, and Harry couldn't figure out what he and Snape had in common at this juncture.

Harry didn't know what was going on with Karkaroff and Snape, and their secret plans were making Harry restless.

For the remainder of those two classes, Karkaroff lingered behind Snape's podium.

He seemed determined not to let Snape slip away after class.

As the bell rang for the end of class, Harry watched Karkaroff and Snape walk out of the classroom.

Harry was eager to hear what Karkaroff had to say, so he deliberately knocked over the bottle of toad bile when the bell rang two minutes later.

"What's so urgent?" He heard Snape speak to Karkaroff in a low voice.

"Look." Karkaroff said that Harry peeked over the edge of the cauldron and saw Karkaroff lift the left sleeve of his robe and show Snape something on his forearm.

"How?" Karkaroff said, still struggling not to let his lips move, "See? It's never been so obvious, do you still think I'm lying to you, and that your master thinks very highly of you, saying that you are one of the most successful and useful ...... Now it's time for you to use your abilities. ”

"Hide!" Snape said viciously, his dark eyes scanning the classroom.

"This doesn't look like your character, but I remember when you were on trial, you confessed my name and betrayed everyone to get free!"

Karkarov suddenly laughed, "Yes, that kind of despicable behavior, but the coward also died well." ”

Snape looked at Karkaroff in shock, his eyes filled with surprise.

"We'll talk about it later, Karkaroff!" Snape snapped.

Harry was sure that something must be wrong with Snape and Karkaroff, and that he needed to tell anyone about that speculation.

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.

"I'm sorry Harry...... It's been a year, and I still haven't found any trace of Peter Pettigrew, and it's as if he's evaporated from the world, or that the stinky rat is really well hidden. ”

He looked at Harry with annoyance as if he was blaming himself for his incompetence, 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 much has happened, you are in a very dangerous situation right now, not to mention ...... Everyone knows that you became a warrior because someone else used special means...... Otherwise......" Blake had a serious face, and he also had the idea that someone wanted to kill Harry in the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't understand who would hate Harry so much, except for the mysterious man.

Could it really be that the lackeys of the mysterious people have infiltrated the school?

Sirius shook his head helplessly, "From the Dark Mark of the World Cup, to your name being thrown into the Goblet of Fire inexplicably, all of this reveals an unusual smell of conspiracy, and you must be more careful at this time." ”

"There's one thing I'd like to tell you, and it's today...... Today Karkaroff suddenly found Snape, in front of us in the classroom, I vaguely heard something, Karkaroff mentioned the master, and showed Snape his arm, Snape was nervous...... But I don't know the rest of it. ”

Sirius was stunned for a moment, and then Harry and Ron saw Sirius start to get restless, his cold sweat running down his forehead.

"Damn it! Damn it! That villain simply doesn't change! ”

"Boys, I'm going to Dumbledore's office, and you can go back honestly now, as if it didn't happen." Sirius warns Harry and the others.

Hermione had a look of worry on her face, "Sure enough, is all this still related to the mysterious man?" ”

"There are some things that you shouldn't know at this time." Sirius began to use her adult status to suppress Hermione's underage wizards, much to Hermione's anger.

If only all the boys were as gentle as Mr. Sherlock.

"But didn't all of this push me in? Originally, I didn't sign up but became a warrior, since everyone thinks it's a conspiracy, so why don't you tell me, let me be ignorant in the vortex, it is better to tell me everything, and take precautions in advance. Harry insisted.

The wind blew across the cliff edge, and the atmosphere gradually cooled a little, Sirius sighed, "Okay! There are some things you may know, but only if I discuss them with Professor Dumbledore. ”

"You're a Hogwarts Warrior, and I think you'll be able to prepare for the rest of the day, and the third event is going to be dangerous, it's true...... If they want you to compete in the Triwizard Tournament and don't play against you in the first and second events, how dangerous is the third event...... Harry wants you not to be reckless. ”

"Don't worry, my brother is the referee, will there be any accidents?" Asinsha said quite confidently.

"yes...... If it's Sherlock, it won't be a problem......" Sirius said leisurely, he couldn't forget the first time he met Sherlock last year, he was shocked by the other party, even if he had already heard of the name of the Prince of Charms.

It was early summer, the last week of May, and Harry had been recuperating during this time, but he began to pay attention to Snape, and no one told him the truth, so Harry wanted to dig out the secrets of Snape and Karkaroff himself.

After the Potions class, Snape made a rare attempt to keep Harry.

"Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you that you will go to the Quidditch pitch below at nine o'clock tonight." Snape told him, "Mr. Bagman is going to be there to tell the Warriors what the third project is." ”

Harry was stunned, he had the impression that Snape was the best way to talk to him.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Harry walked slowly out of the Gryffindor 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 two warriors had been waiting for a long time.

"Hello!" A pleasant voice shouted.

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

"How's that, what do you think?" Bagman happily asked, "It's going well, isn't it?" In another month, Hagrid would make them twenty feet tall. Don't worry. ”

He saw the unhappy look on Harry's face and smiled and said, "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? ”