When the last ball is thrown into the box, all the dummies don't move.

Soon the looming door in the sky opened, and Zhang Xiao rushed up on a broomstick.

It was like a long tunnel, dark all around, with only a faint light at the far end.

As the light became more and more visible, the passage came to an end.

When he jumped out of the passage, he only felt that the sun was shining, and the cold air was inhaled through his nose, and he couldn't help but clear his mind.

Some distant cheers and cheers floated over, and Zhang Xiao noticed that he didn't know when he came to the sky above the arena again.

Nine inverted L-shaped preparation tables surround the room, and Ludo Bagman's voice echoes through the field:

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the first warrior to make it through the three levels!

Zhang from 'China-daojiao-college'! ”

The distant cheers became a little more enthusiastic.

Came out?

I lowered my head and looked at my feet, it was a huge building, boxy, and I looked at that corner, which was the corner of the building I saw a few days ago.

This is where the third level takes place.

Recalling the realistic feeling during the game, as well as those weird dummies, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but sigh secretly, magic is really magical.

Then here's the final level, remove the key from the dragon's neck, open the treasure chest, and get the golden egg!

High above your head, an island about the size of a football field floats overhead.

That's the final destination, Isle Skye.

Zhang Xiao stabilized his mind for a moment, and flipped the broom and flew over there.

As the distance closes, the island in the sky becomes clearer, a building that resembles a gladiatorial arena.

Leaning the broom to the side, Zhang Xiao raised her head and silently surveyed her surroundings.

It was obviously high in the air, but the violent air currents around it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, the temperature was very low, and the white mist between the breaths was swirling, and the mist was in front of you.

Everything you see is a little illusory, and it is clouded with a layer of mystery.

The ground was paved with huge stone slabs, a little wet, and a huge bronze door stood quietly not far away.

Zhang Xiao closed her eyes, selected an extremely chic robe in her mind, and slowly took a step, the ugly competition uniform on her body lit up with dazzling light.

Since guessing that grandpa was making himself win beautifully and high-profile, Zhang Xiao imagined in his mind how to fight the fire dragon.

"It's not an easy task for this person to appear in front of him, just like before, the protagonist has to pretend to be a wave, pretend well, pretend smoothly and naturally, and the reader must be overjoyed to see it.

It's not good to load. That's when you see people want to throw up."

Zhang Xiao was a little distressed, but felt that compared to defeating the fire dragon, how to defeat the fire dragon beautifully was a difficult problem.

"I'm not good at this, I've written about playing tickets in my last life, and I'm often complained by readers, pretending to be bad, blunt and deliberate."

The distance to the bronze gate was not far, and after thinking for a while, I had already arrived at the door.

This huge door is intricately carved with intricate patterns, and there are no keyholes, no pull rings, and only nine irregularly distributed grooves.

Looks like you can just press in and open the door.

At this point, Zhang Xiao simply stopped, not in a hurry to open the door, and began to think about what kind of way to defeat the fire dragon.

This action left the audience in front of all the magic projections at a loss.

They all stood up, waiting eagerly for Zhang to open the gate and start a battle with the dragon, but he stopped at the gate with a deep look on his face.

Ludo Bagman also said curiously:

Zhang stopped in front of the gate, thinking about how to deal with the dragon.

To be honest, dragons are no easy opponents, as we all know, as the most dangerous species recognized by the World Federation of Wizards, dragons"

After a glimpse of the dragon's danger, Ludo smacked his lips:

"So Zhang's reaction now is very correct, and only after careful consideration can he get away with escaping under the dragon's mouth."

He shifted his gaze to the other three venues, and continued to introduce:

"The sixth key was obtained by Vagado, and Krum and Beauxbatons were already close to the entrance to the third level, and once Beauxbatons successfully entered the third level, then poor Castrobusche had to go back to the first level and re-snatch the key.

They fell from the first place in the limelight to the end, and they lost their secret weapon, the broom that sprouts, which I think will make them very uncomfortable.

This reminds me of the saying that sometimes the temporary lead is not certain, and only crossing the finish line is the beginning of the celebratory feast. ”

The Headmaster of Castrobusche had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes squinting and he didn't know what to think, but Dumbledore didn't care.

He looked at Harry, who was lying on the ground and was being treated urgently, and Draco Malfoy, who was standing on the sidelines, angry and impatient.

A joy of harvest took hold of the old man's heart, and in the first grade he was still worried about the whimsical ideas of the boy from the East.

But for now. Dumbledore had an urge to retire.

As for the win or loss of the game. That's the most beautiful picture when you can see the little wizards unite and show their courage and wisdom.

Cedric looked at Harry, who was bleeding profusely, and Draco Malfoy, who was sent off for blatantly riding a broomstick against his opponent.

He only felt a stream of blood gushing up his head, and the smile on his face was gone, replaced by a rare murderous aura.

With a gloomy face, he dodged the onslaught that came at him in the preparation stage, and the moment he remembered it at the kick-off whistle, he flew towards the local ball carrier.

After snatching the ball with an almost rude gesture that he had never used before, Cedric launched an attack towards the goal.

"Cedric Diggory! Cedric Diggory! ”

Ludo yelled excitedly, and his voice grew louder and louder:

"Tee off! He rushed to the ball-wielder with the Quaffle, no, he was pressing! I know what this kid is going to do!

Boomerang feint!

Here it is - pretend to move forward, return to the broom! Reflexive!

Pretty! ”

Ludo shook his fist vigorously, his round face flushed, and he laughed happily:

"Beautiful boomerang feints, very aggressive moves to force a local pass, but actually sees the passing route.

Reflexive interception!

But the test is yet to come - Cedric Diggory is left alone, will he be able to break through the enemy's block?

You must know that there are 7 people on the other side now! ”

Cedric caught the ball and swooped down towards the ground as if it were free-landing.

"Lansky feints?"

But to Ludo's surprise, Cedric suddenly flashed to the side, letting go of the dummies rushing towards him, and instead approached the dummies who tried to attack from both sides.

"As long as you don't get seen by the referee, you'll be fine, right?"

Cedric silently recalled what Hermione had said in the alchemy headset earlier:

"Although I couldn't see the venue clearly, I heard Ludo's commentary that Zhang had successfully passed the third level and that he had been attacking the dummy.

Ludo uses a lot of adjectives to explain the tragic situation of the dummy.

So I guess there must be a condition where you can attack the opponent, and the most likely one is not to be seen by the referee, and I think this should be left for us to clear the back door.

Otherwise it is completely impossible for one person to clear the level, and it is extremely difficult for one person to pass! ”

Hermione's wisdom is evident to all, and Cedric trusts Hermione's judgment.

"Bang!"

The moment the dummy was attached, Cedric raised his elbow and slammed it into the chest.

The whistle didn't sound, and Cedric was relieved!

I learned how to fight in the dueling club, too!

Although the referee could not see Cedric's movements, the broadcast footage exposed them clearly.

The badgers were stunned as they watched their beloved seniors, Hufflepuff pride, strike each other with a ferocity they had never seen before.

But there is also a kind of excitement in my heart that is about to overflow.

Sprout stood up, with a large honey badger hat on her head, and raised her hands and shouted:

"Cedric! Beat them up! Beat this bunch of ***! ”

This sentence seemed to ignite the passion in the hearts of the little badgers, and the usually peaceful little badger jumped up and cheered for Cedric.

"Senior! Kick their ass hard! ”

"Beat them up! Beat them up! ”

"Let these scumbags know we're awesome!"

"Long live Hufflepuff!"

Many badgers only then discovered that Cedric had become Hogwarts' last hope.

Cedric's victory would give Hogwarts a chance to challenge the dragon after three levels.

If Cedric loses, Hogwarts will have to start all over again.

Even the little badgers who usually only focus on eating dried melons have a dream of shining one day in their hearts.

They watched as Cedric made his way through obstacle after obstacle, bypassing interception after interception.

In the face of a ferocious attack, even if he was hit in the face by a Bludger, the blood flowed and he rushed to the goal without saying a word.

When he finally threw that damn Quaffle into the goal.

Cedric turned around, his face was already bruised, and the handsome senior, who was always gentle and smiling, roared hoarsely with a ferocity that had never been seen before:

"Come on! Come on! You despicable damned villains! Only play yin garbage!

Waste of air! Come on! ”

Like a bowl of water spilled in a boiling oil pot, the Hogwarts auditorium has become a sea.

The little badgers were going crazy, and they were screaming with hideous expressions that they didn't even know what they meant.

Roll up your sleeves, I can't wait to follow the senior, find something and hammer two punches.

The chubby Professor Sprout scolded a few words, also with a flushed face, and then sat down, excited and nervous, and said to Professor McGonagall with a kind of snickering:

"Minerva, I've wanted to try the swearing feeling for a long time!"

(End of chapter)