Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Dinner at Hogwarts today was much richer than before.

Harry still couldn't tell how nervous he looked. He slowly ate the food on the long table, waiting for the enchanted ceiling to change from blue to dark purple twilight.

Dumbledore stood up from his seat, and everyone in the auditorium fell silent.

"In five minutes, we will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports field."

Harry stood up, the students at the Gryffindor table applauded him, the Weasleys and Hermione wished him good luck, and he walked out of the Great Hall along with Cedric, Fleur and Krum.

After leaving the auditorium, Harry deliberately stayed behind. He just made a tentative move, and then as expected, someone came close to him.

"Feeling okay, Harry?" Bagman asked as they descended the stairs. "Feeling confident?"

Harry gave him a thoughtful look.

"fine."

Bagman didn't seem to notice Harry's strange look. After observing that he was indeed not very nervous, Bagman led them into the sports ground.

This place no longer looks like the Quidditch pitch it once was. A twenty-foot-high hedge surrounds the edge of the field, leaving only a gap, which is the entrance to the maze.

The sky was completely dark at this time. In the night, the passage inside the entrance was dark and scary, which made the three warriors except Harry even more nervous.

Soon, within a few minutes, hundreds of students filed in and sat in the stands above. The air was filled with excited words and chaotic footsteps.

Professors McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Moody and Hagrid all wore unified wizard hats.

The four of them are tonight's safety officers. They patrol outside the maze during the game. If the warriors encounter any danger inside, they can fire red sparks and the professors will rush over, but they will also be automatically inspected. for the end of the game.

Bagman used Loudness against his own throat.

Harry on the side was secretly glancing at him, and could vaguely see that his hand holding the wand was trembling slightly as if he was excited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! First place - Viktor Krum 85 points! Second place - Cedric Diggory scored 80 points! Third place - Harry Potter 75 points, fourth place - Fleur Delacour."

"Now listen to my whistle, the first place Viktor will enter the maze first!"

After a rapid whistle sounded, Krum hurriedly ran into the maze, followed by Cedric. Although he did not take first place in the first two competitions, his average score was also high because he was second.

Harry was third. He took first place in the first event, but was greatly hindered in the second event, resulting in unsatisfactory scores.

As for Furong, it's not that she's not strong enough, it's that she has bad luck both when facing the fire dragon and underwater in the Black Lake, which results in her being at the bottom now.

After the third whistle sounded, Harry quickly walked into the maze.

Just after entering the dark maze, his pace slowed down, and then he wandered around aimlessly. When he came to a corner where he was sure not to encounter other people, he took it out of his pocket. A strange-looking bird appeared.

There was a pattern around the bird's eyes that looked like glasses. Harry looked at the bird and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Let's go. Next thing you know, you're in the principal's office. Don't go anywhere."

The bird nodded humanely, waved its wings, and flew out of the maze.

With no burden on him, Harry completely relaxed. He hummed a tune from his hometown, as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard.

When he came to a fork in the road, he didn't make a choice. He raised the wand in his hand to the ground and walked towards whichever way it fell.

It didn't take long for him to encounter an embarrassed figure running back.

It was Cedric. His robe seemed to have been burned off by some creature, and smoke was still rising from his sleeves.

He saw Harry too and shouted as he ran.

"It's Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts! There were so many that I managed to escape."

He did not choose to walk on the same road with Harry, but rushed into another road. Up to now, he was actually very responsible and wanted to lead the Explosive-Ended Skrewt farther away and not involve Harry.

Harry admired his character, but did not help him get rid of the Blast-Ended Skrewts behind him.

For a man of such noble character, it was an insult for him to do so.

Harry also turned onto another road, but as soon as he walked in, he discovered that there was also a group of blast-ended skrews here.

He muttered something about how unique Hagrid's preferences were as he pulled out his own wand.

If a careful person sees his wand, they will find that the one in his hand is obviously different from the one he has been using before.

It's just that it's pitch dark here and there's no one else, so naturally no one will notice.

As soon as the blast-ended snails discovered Harry, they rushed towards him quickly.

This creature has a high desire to attack, and the explosive power of its tail is not weak. The most important thing is that it looks a little too deformed.

Such a large amount of crawling forward is really nauseating to the point where you will almost vomit out your dinner. It is no wonder that Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class has never received a good response.

Harry didn't make any unnecessary movements with his hands. He just waved his wand lightly, and without even saying a spell, about ten or twenty Blast-Ended Skrewts suddenly floated into the air and flew to the maze hedge. Same height in the air.

After doing all this, Harry put his wand back into his cuff with a relaxed expression, and then walked on the road that became clear again.

About a minute after he left, the snails controlled by the levitation spell fell to the ground. They all lay on the ground and struggled for a long time to reposition their bodies.

This was completely inconsistent with Harry's normal strength, and no one else saw it.

The spectators in the stands were just like watching the game at Black Lake before. They actually couldn't see the game at all and could only wait there stupidly for the final winner to come out with the trophy.

Harry felt that it was really stupid to be a spectator like this. If he were still a spectator now, he would never stand in the stands and be blown away by the cold wind all night.