Harry Potter I Am Death

Today's Hogwarts Castle is very empty, but the Quidditch pitch not far away is full of people.

Today is not the day for the Quidditch game. The reason why there are so many people is that this will be the venue for the Triwizard Tournament today.

Like the previous two games, Hogwarts did not prepare to teach today. Early in the morning, Professor McGonagall's voice spread throughout the castle, beckoning the students to go to the Quidditch field.

Harry and Eli, as warriors, naturally had to follow their own rules and couldn't go with their friends.

So, before leaving, Ron, Hermione, and Draco gave the two of them various instructions.

In fact, it was Hermione who talked the most. She looked very eager and wanted to go in with her.

Ron and Draco scratched their heads, and then each said, "Be careful.", "Live well.".

Eli finally calmed Hermione, and now it was only him and Harry, who were about to follow Bagman to the place where the warriors gathered.

"Are you nervous?", the two of them were hanging at the end of the five warriors, walking on the path, Eli asked Harry while looking at his feet.

"Although I'm used to the days when danger comes unexpectedly." Harry paid attention to his feet, "but... I still cherish life very much."

After speaking, Harry raised his head and smiled at Eli, but there was always some forced smile in it.

If it was a duel or something, Harry would never be afraid of any warrior, including Eli, because if he faced Eli, there would be no hope at all.

But the fact is that the Triwizard Tournament is no better than Eli's Dueling Club. Every time it claims to test the overall quality of the warriors, it has produced a lot of strange things.

Harry was just praying, it's best not to have something nasty at the last minute.

But according to the urine nature of the game, even if a monster without a nose appeared, Harry would not be surprised.

As for how he suddenly thought of such a strange thing, it had to start with some strange dreams he had recently.

Harry always had strange nightmares, dreaming of a dark old house, a crazy young man, something with no face but a tiny hand, and finally a big snake.

When a green light flashes, dreams often end here.

Harry had told Eli, but Eli always told him not to tell anyone else, and nothing else happened.

A few people said a few words one after another, and they were all taken into a tent by Bagman.

It was close to the field of play, for they could hear the noise quite clearly, and the rush of trumpets distracted them.

Bagman didn't look as lively as before, and he seemed to be always worried about something between his brows and eyes.

However, he had no intention of complaining to the five warriors. He forced out a smile that looked standard enough, and then he began to read the game items recorded on a list without emotion.

"I think he might have lost his bet," Harry said, turning his head to Eli.

Eli kept looking at Bagman, who was not very expressive, and when he heard Harry's voice, he turned his head and smiled at him, as if he heard it.

"Perhaps so."

Harry was a little surprised that Eli didn't seem to be in a good mood today, just like that gambler Ludo Bagman.

But he knew it was not the time to talk heart-to-heart, so he imitated Eli and stared at Bagman with a sullen face.

"How is the explanation, we need to save some time." A staff member of the Ministry of Magic lifted the curtain and leaned into the tent.

Bagman just raised his eyeballs to look at him, and finally read the content on the paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

"The Warriors can now enter the field."

Following the Ministry of Magic employee, Bagman walked behind the warriors, and the group entered the venue through a narrow passage.

It was daytime now, and the magic searchlight on the top of the auditorium hadn't been turned on yet, but the head-scratching noise easily lifted the atmosphere.

The auditorium forms a semicircle with high stands overlooking the venue.

Dumbledore had been in the arena the whole time, and when he saw them coming in, he yelled loudly, followed by applause and cheers.

"Warriors need to enter this maze. The trophy that symbolizes victory is in the deepest part. I just don't know if it will be so easy to get it?"

Dumbledore didn't explain too much, everyone knew what the warriors were going to do later.

It sounds not difficult, just walking a maze, but anyone who understands knows that it will never be so easy inside.

The warriors line up in a row, and they will enter in order according to the ranking of the previous game from high to low at a certain time interval.

That's right, the previous competition only determined the order of entering the last level, but entering first can indeed occupy a certain advantage.

Since Eli and Harry did not perform well in the previous round, although they did not make mistakes, they were indeed the last to come up, so they were ranked behind Cedric and Krum, and Fleur was behind them.

Eli glanced at Cedric, who was still doing warm-up exercises, and felt annoyed for a while. Why do you say you have such a high ranking? You might die in the first place. What if you got the trophy first and faced Voldemort alone?

The time was up soon, and Dumbledore put his wand against his throat to announce the start of the game, but before he could say anything, Filch on the high platform fired the cannon announcing the start.

Dumbledore glanced at him very unhappily, but didn't even let him speak, and turned back to give you small shoes to wear.

The Quidditch pitch was divided into a maze by three-person-high bushes and greenery. When the cannon sounded, the entrance gradually opened.

First of all, Cedric, he just ran in and gave Eli a headache.

After a while, it was Krum. This guy ran like a bear. It seemed that he was only handsome when he was flying.

Harry looked a little nervous, and changed his footsteps from time to time. Those who didn't know it thought he was going to participate in a running competition.

When the entrance opened on time, the two ran in together.

Once entering the maze, the passage is very narrow, at least there is no way for two people to run side by side.

The light inside is very dark, and there is thick fog everywhere, and the visibility is less than three meters. I'm afraid it's because PM2.5 exceeds the standard.

Harry seemed a little anxious, he almost saw the passage like a headless chicken and was about to burrow into it.

Eli grabbed him and waved his wand. The tip of the wand spewed out some silver mist, and there were some bright lines on it, which was recording the route the two walked.

"You gotta remember, you're a fucking wizard."

Harry scratched his head somewhat ashamedly, then followed Eli all the way forward.

But danger will follow.