It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 335 Harry and Harry

Hogwarts' dinner today is much richer than usual.

Harry still couldn't see how nervous his expression was. He slowly ate the food on the long table, waiting for the enchanted ceiling to turn from blue to dark purple twilight.

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

"In 5 minutes, we will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, the warriors are invited to follow Mr. Bagman to the stadium."

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

After leaving the auditorium, Harry deliberately lagged a little behind. He just made a tentative movement, and then a person came closer to him.

"Feeling all right, Harry," Bagman asked as they descended the stairs. "Confident?"

Harry gave him a meaningful look.

"pretty good."

Bagman didn't seem to notice Harry's strange gaze, and after observing that he was indeed not nervous, Bagman led them into the stadium together.

The Quidditch pitch was no longer what it used to be. A twenty-foot-high hedge surrounded the edge of the field, leaving only a gap, which was the entrance to the maze.

At this time, the sky was completely dark. In the darkness, the passage inside the entrance was dark and a bit scary, which made the three warriors except Harry even more nervous.

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

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

The four of them are tonight's security guards, patrolling 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 watched for the end of the game.

Bagman used a loud voice against his throat.

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

“女士们, 先生们，三强争霸赛的最后一项比赛就要开始了！我来报一下目前的比分！No.1——威克多尔·克鲁姆85分！No.2——塞德里克·迪戈里80分！No.3——哈利·波特75分，No.4——芙蓉·徳拉库尔。”

"Now listen to my whistle, No.1 Viktor enters the maze first!"

After a quick whistle sounded, Krum hurried into the maze, followed by Cedric. Although he didn't win the first two competitions in the previous two competitions, his average score was also high because he was second.

Harry was the third one. He took the 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 is weak, but that she has very bad luck when facing the fire dragon or underwater in the Black Lake, which has made her countdown now.

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

It was just that after entering the dark maze, his pace slowed down, and then he wandered aimlessly in it, and when he came to a corner where he was sure he would not meet anyone else, he took out the Out came a strange looking bird.

The bird had spectacle-like patterns around its eyes, and Harry looked at the bird, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Let's go, pay attention next time, it's in the principal's office, don't go anywhere."

The little bird nodded in a humane manner, waved its wings, and flew out of the maze.

Harry, who had no burden on his body, relaxed completely. He hummed a little song from his hometown, as if he was walking in his own backyard.

When you go to a fork in the road, you don't make a choice, just put the magic wand in your hand on the ground, and go in whichever direction you fall.

It didn't take long for him to meet a figure who was running back in embarrassment.

It was Cedric, a section of his robe seemed to have been burned off by some creature, and the sleeves were still smoking.

He saw Harry too, and shouted as he ran.

"It's Hagrid's snail! There are too many, and I managed to get out."

He didn't choose to walk on the same road with Harry, but rushed into another road. Up to now, he is still very responsible and wants to lure the snails far away, so as not to involve Harry.

Harry admired his character, but didn't help him get rid of the snails behind him.

To such a noble man, it would be an insult for him to do so.

Harry also turned to another road, but just after he walked in, he discovered that there were also a group of snails here.

He drew his own wand while muttering about how unique Hagrid's preferences were.

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

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

As soon as those snails spotted 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 lot of crawling forward was so disgusting that I almost threw up my dinner that night, and it was no wonder that Hagrid's Care of Fantastic Beasts class had not always had a good response.

Harry didn't make any extra movements in his hands, he just waved his wand lightly, without even saying a spell, then about a dozen or twenty snails suddenly floated into the air and flew to the maze hedge As high as half the sky.

Having done all this, Harry put his wand back into his cuff with a relaxed expression, and walked through the road that became unimpeded again.

After he left for about a minute, the snails controlled by the levitation spell fell to the ground, lying on their backs and struggling to straighten their bodies for a long time.

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)