Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Time flies, and May arrives quietly in the blink of an eye.

During this period, the magical world was calm, and life at Hogwarts was well-organized.

The daily courses proceeded as usual.

As the end of the semester approached, the young wizards in the castle clearly felt the pressure.

The end-of-term exams were imminent, and the after-school assignments assigned by the professors became increasingly heavy.

The originally spacious library and lounge are now overcrowded, filled with students buried in their studies.

In contrast, Harry, Malfoy, and Cedric, as champions, were spared the worries of final exams, but the burden on them was by no means light.

They not only had to complete daily courses and assignments, but also had to seize every opportunity to prepare for the upcoming third task.

In an empty classroom, Harry and the others met again and began to discuss the possible scenarios of the third task.

"Logically speaking, we probably won't get the rules of the competition from the Ministry of Magic until around the 24th, but we can't just sit and wait."

Cedric took out a thick notebook, which contained many inspirations and information prepared for the third task.

"We have a good grasp of the spells we use for combat,"

He flipped to a page of spell lists, "However, we'd better master some unpopular spells and some special coping methods for some extreme situations."

"Extreme situations?"

Malfoy asked with interest, "What do you mean?"

The sound of paper turning sounded again, and Cedric turned to one of the pages and explained to Malfoy and Harry: "For example, the Cockatrice in 1792 injured three referees.

We'd better prepare some special ways to deal with dangerous magical creatures, such as Erklings, Crups, Porlocks, and Sphinxes."

"Hey—"

Malfoy waved his hand dismissively, "We've defeated dragons, what are we afraid of these little things for."

"No, Draco,"

Harry shook his head, "That's not how it works.

You may have forgotten that, according to past information, the third task usually includes a confrontation between the champions."

"If we confront those tricky magical creatures head-on, if we can't end the battle instantly, the commotion of the battle is likely to attract the champions from other schools, and then we'll be in trouble from all sides."

"Harry is right,"

Cedric said, "We'd better learn some special, labor-saving, and time-saving methods from Professor Scamander, similar to courtship dances.

I heard that Professor Scamander is best at this."

"Ah, courtship dances..."

Malfoy's face twisted into a ball, "The third task will definitely be broadcast live.

It would be too image-destroying to dance that thing in front of everyone."

Just thinking about twisting around in various embarrassing poses in front of the camera, Malfoy's whole body resisted, but after seeing Cedric and Harry's serious expressions, he still gave in.

"Okay, okay, I'll learn it.

There aren't many magical creatures that can cause trouble for the three of us, so it shouldn't take too much time to learn.

What else?"

"Also, we'd better learn some wild survival skills,"

Cedric started flipping through his notebook again, "In one Triwizard Tournament, the champions' competition venue was a large mountain.

They needed to deal with the dangerous magical creatures and plants in the mountain while eliminating other champions.

The one who persisted to the end was the winner."

"You see,"

He pointed to a note in his notebook, "The three champions unanimously chose the old tactic of waiting for the rabbit, which lasted for a week.

The organizers temporarily added some restrictions to get them moving."

"A week?"

Malfoy curled his lips, "They can really squat, but it is indeed torturous to stay in the wild for so long.

It seems that we have to be fully prepared.

Your suggestion to learn some unpopular spells is indeed correct."

"Yes,"

Cedric flipped out the spell list again, "I've listed them all: the Point Me spell, the Sonorus spell, the Muffliato spell, as well as Protego Totalum and Fidelius Charm.

It's best to learn two ways to create magical traps."

"Not bad,"

Malfoy gave a thumbs up, "The preparation is sufficient, let's do as you say..."

Before he could finish speaking, Malfoy's magical mobile phone rang.

He answered the phone and walked to the side, and soon walked back happily.

"There's no need to prepare for wild survival.

My dad has already figured out the content of the third task.

It's a maze.

The trophy is placed at the deepest part of the maze.

The team that takes the trophy out of the maze first wins."

"My dad also got the map of the maze.

Now our advantage is much greater."

Merlin!

Getting the map in advance is really amazing.

"Your father really has connections,"

Cedric exclaimed.

"That's right!"

Malfoy flicked his hair triumphantly, then walked to the window and opened it, "My dad sent the map and the parchment with detailed rules by owl.

It should be here soon."

The three of them didn't wait long before an owl flew in through the window with a small package.

Malfoy quickly stepped forward to open the package and spread the parchment with the rules on the table.

Harry and Cedric also followed, and everyone squeezed together to carefully analyze all the rules.

"Fortunately,"

Cedric breathed a sigh of relief, "Team battle, as long as one champion in the team can leave the maze with the trophy, it will be considered a success."

"Our advantage is still quite big.

As the team with the highest total score in the first two games, we can enter the maze first.

The second-place team can only enter five minutes later, and the last-place team will be a full twenty minutes later than us.

We have a great chance to get the trophy first."

"There is one thing that is not very friendly,"

He pointed to a rule and said, "In order to take care of the teams entering the maze later and enhance the competitiveness of the competition, after the first place gets the trophy, the trophy will report its location every minute."

"There is a tough battle to fight,"

Harry exclaimed, "One thing is very important.

Due to the existence of Durmstrang and Hogwarts, some less lethal Dark Arts are also allowed, and some curses can also be used."

Of course, these are all limited.

Regarding Dark Arts and curses, the Ministry of Magic thoughtfully listed a list of allowed spells and sternly stated that if Dark Arts outside the list are used, the safety officer will disqualify them on the spot.

In addition to the above, there are dozens of other rules, such as even if using White Magic, it is forbidden to attack the opponent's body with spells that are too lethal.

Also, if the ability to resist is lost, the safety officer will take the initiative to appear and take them away, and before the safety officer appears, team members can cast counter-spells on fallen teammates to rescue them, etc.

"I know all the counter-spells for these curses and Dark Arts,"

Malfoy said confidently, "My St. Mungo's training course was not in vain.

We don't have to worry about this."

"So, our key is to grab the trophy first, and then break out of the siege!"

"We also need to maximize mobility,"

Cedric added, "And be careful of ambushes."

"No, we have another option!"

Harry replied without thinking.

An idea popped into his mind, a somewhat crazy and radical idea.