As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the faculty desk, and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I will invite you to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now invite the Warriors to the athletic field with Mr. Bagman. ”

Roger and the gang all stood up, the Gryffindor students applauded in unison, and Caroline and the family wished them good luck. They walked out of the auditorium with Cedric, Fleur, and Wickdore.

"How does it feel?" asked Roger as they walked down the stone steps, "the jungle maze mayhem?"

"It's okay," Neville said. However, the little fat man spoke without a trill, and the other friends didn't have time to talk to Roger, and they were constantly reviewing the spells they had practiced in their heads.

As you can tell from Bagman's previous notice, today's final match is even more dangerous than the first two...

The dimly lit environment, the deep labyrinth, Hagrid's carefully prepared "little troubles", and Roger's desire to attack all along... No matter how carefully prepared, it is difficult for people to feel that they can come out of it one by one.

They walked into the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable.

A twenty-foot-high hedge encloses the edge of the field. There was a gap in front of them, and that was the entrance to the great labyrinth. The passage inside was dark, like a behemoth, ready to devour anyone who dared to walk in.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands. Hundreds of students sat down, and the air was filled with excited words and a jumble of footsteps. The sky is now a clear deep blue, and stars are beginning to appear.

Hagrid, Professors Moody, McGonagall, and Flitwick walked into the playground and walked towards the warriors of Bagman and Roger. Their hats were embellished with glittering red stars, with the exception of Hagrid, whose red star was behind a flannel vest.

"We're going to patrol the outside of the labyrinth," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors, "and if you're in trouble and want to be rescued, shoot red sparks into the sky, and we'll have someone to help you, understand?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Alright, you can go!" Bagman said cheerfully to the four patrolmen.

"Good luck to you. Hagrid whispered to the crowd of Roger.

Subsequently, the nine people walked away in different directions and distributed around the maze. 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! Let me report the current score first! Ginny Weasley--- 74 points, first place, Hogwarts School!" The applause and cheers startled the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.

"Harry Potter --- 69 points, 2nd place, Hogwarts School!Wickdor Krum---68 points, 3rd place, Durmstrang School!" was another round of applause.

Hermione Granger --- 67 points, 4th place, Hogwarts School!Neville Longbottom ---66 points, 5th place, Hogwarts School! Luna Lovegood---65 points. 6th place, Hogwarts School!Cedric Diggory ---64 points, 7th place, Hogwarts School!Fleur Delacour ---63 points, 8th place, Beauxbatons House!"

"Ahem..."Bagman paused, "and Roger Collins--- 0 points, ninth, Hogwarts school..."

Roger could clearly recognize Caroline's laughter in the stands, and he and the Grangers, Blake, and Weasleys were politely applauding him. After all, except for a few of them, the rest of the people around them are all grim-faced.

"Earlier today, Professor Moody at Hogwarts had put the Final Three into the maze," Bagman said, "and now... Ginny, listen to my whistle! Two...—...""

With a short whistle, Ginny hurried into the labyrinth. Then there is a ranking according to the number of points, and the others enter in turn under the instructions of Bagman.

The tall hedges cast a dark shadow on the path, and I don't know if it was because of the height and density of the hedges, or because of magic, and once you entered the labyrinth, the audience could not hear the voice.

Roger, who was the last to enter, looked up at the sky, the moon had not yet risen but it was already dark, he drew half of his wand and said, "Fluorescent flickering." ”

A silvery white ball of light emerged from the wand's stubble.

"I'm too lazy to use this trick, the range of lighting is not large, and it is dazzling..."Roger muttered, jumping into the depths with his feet upside down.

There seemed to be nothing on the road he chose, and after walking a distance of about 100 meters, he turned to the right at random after encountering the first fork.

The maze darkened by the minute, and the sky above me turned teal. Even if you hold your wand up and try to see as far as you can, you can't see anything.

Roger is not in a hurry, he walks around like a park, always seeing Hagrid's "little troubles" before looking for the troubles of his friends.

The road ahead was still empty, and when it came to one or two forks, Roger turned left again, and there were still no obstacles.

It's boring, and it's not even a little bit of a wave, and it's really like a visit to the park...

He turned back, turned to the right, and saw a strange golden mist floating in front of him.

The thing immediately smiled, it seemed to be something that the professors had laid out. He stepped forward and pointed his wand at the mist.

"Broken bones!" he shouted.

The spell pierced through the golden mist, having no effect on it.

"Looks like it's really fog?" said Roger to himself, stepping into the enchanted mist.

The world turned upside down. Roger felt like he was hanging upside down with his head down, his hair standing on end, the hem of his robe covering the back of his head, and blood all over his body rushed up to his skull, hitting his ear drums.

His feet seemed to be glued to the grass, which was now the ceiling, and below him was an endless, starry black night sky. It makes people feel that as soon as they lift their feet, they will immediately fall down and fall into the bottomless sky.

It's a strange feeling, Roger laughed, spread a cross with both arms, looked at the endless void below, and then jumped down with his feet on the grassy ceiling...

"Whoa!"

Roger falls to the ground, and the world returns to its original state.

"Is that the end?" the boy looked back in disappointment at the golden mist that had spit him out, and it seemed innocently shimmering at him in the moonlight.