The Son of Light of the Snake House

June is approaching quietly.

The atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again.Everyone is looking forward to the third race which will be held a week before the holiday.Harry practiced spells whenever he could.He feels more confident than the previous two times.While the race is sure to be fraught with peril, Harry has already sailed through the mammoth animals and magical obstacles, and this time he's been given advance notice and a chance to do some preparation.

Harry also told Daniel about his own analysis, but what made him feel strange was that Daniel didn't express any opinion on it (obviously, he was in favor of Daniel's analysis before. Harry secretly Confused.), just told him to take the little butterfly and the little bottle that he gave himself a long time ago.

To be honest, if it wasn't for what Daniel said, Harry almost forgot where he left it - don't underestimate the neatness of a boy's box, it's good enough for Harry to find a robe in it, Rob Eun's is a mess at all.

Harry dug his head into his trunk, searched for a long time, and finally dug out the little bottle.

The little bottle seemed to be different from when Daniel first gave it.Harry frowned suspiciously: Was there so much cloud-like gas in here before?

This is something that is unknown.When he first got it, Harry was curious about what was in it, but after hearing Daniel say a bunch of chemical terms, he gave up—one doesn’t need to know everything, and besides, obviously It's a magical world, and hearing modern science is really a bit...?

Harry snorted and hung the odd-looking little bottle on the belt loop of his jeans, hoping he'd remember to use it sometime.

So is the vial really useful for the maze?

...............

Sirius now sent owls to deliver letters every day.Like Hermione, he seemed intent on getting Harry through every third item before thinking about anything else.He reminded Harry in every letter that it was not your responsibility, nor your power to influence, what was beyond the walls of Hogwarts.

If Voldemort is really getting stronger, I think it's about keeping you safe first.With Dumbledore's protection, it is impossible for him to attack you, but you have to be careful and don't take risks: what you want to think about now is how to get out of the maze safely, and other issues will be discussed later.

Harry's nerves were strained as June 6 approached, but better than before the first and second projects.First of all, he believes that this time he has done his best to prepare.Moreover, this is the last hurdle, no matter whether the results are good or bad, the competition is coming to an end, and this big burden can be unloaded.

On the day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively.The messenger owl arrives, bringing Harry a lucky card from Sirius.It's just a piece of parchment, folded in two, with a large paw print dyed in a beautiful purple on it, and traces of the surrounding short hairs can be seen.Harry couldn't help smiling.

Ron next to him saw it at a glance, and he smiled: "Not bad, very confident."

Harry said angrily, "Go and eat your roast lamb chops."

He is not as relaxed as he looks on the outside, but he has learned to hide some pressure in his heart.

Ron smothered two mouthfuls of juicy lamb chops, poured a large glass of pumpkin juice in one gulp, patted his stomach contentedly, turned to Harry and said, "Let's go? You'll be in Binns' class later." What are you going to do—or read a book?"

As a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry is not required to take the final exam.He sat in the back of every exam, looking for useful spells for the third item, which he hadn't attended in ages, but it was really cool.

"Maybe," Harry said to Ron.But Professor McGonagall walked towards them along the Gryffindor table.

"Potter, the warriors are assembled in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.

"But the game doesn't start until tonight!" Harry almost flipped the plate over himself.

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, "the relatives of the warriors have been invited to watch the finals, and you can meet."

She walks away.

Harry stared blankly at her back, blinking his eyes.To see Ron again, to see Hermione again.

"She doesn't think the Dursleys are coming?" he asked Ron blankly.

"Don't know," said Ron, "Harry, but we've got to hurry, we're going to be late for the exam. See you later."

Harry finished his breakfast in the gradually deserted Great Hall.He saw Fleur Delacour get up from the Ravenclaw table and walk into the meeting room with Cedric.After a while Krum slouched away too.Harry sat still, he really didn't want to go.He had no relatives—no relatives who would risk their lives to see him.But just as he stood up, planning to go to the library to study some spells, the door of the meeting room opened, and Cedric poked his head out.

"Harry, come on, they're waiting for you!"

Harry stood up, confused.There was no way the Dursleys could come.He walked through the hall, opened the door and walked into the meeting room.

Cedric stood by the door with his parents.In the corner of the room, Viktor Krum speaks rapid Bulgarian to his dark-haired parents, from whom he inherited his aquiline nose.On the other side, Fleur was chatting non-stop with her mother in French.Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, holds her mother's hand.She waved to Harry, who waved back, grinning.

Then he saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, smiling at him.And behind them stood the awkward Sirius. He seemed to have tidied himself up on purpose today, wearing a more formal robe, and even his hair seemed to have been trimmed again.

"Didn't think so!" said Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically.Harry walked forward with a smile on his face, "We want to come and watch you play, Harry!" She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"How are you?" Bill smiled, shaking Harry's hand. "Charlie would like to come too, but he couldn't get away. He said your fight with the Horntail was too good to be true."

Finally Harry walked up to Sirius.This close friend of his father stroked his hair uncomfortably: "Professor Dumbledore said that you can invite the relatives of the warriors, I think I can give you a surprise... Cough, is it a bit weird for me to do this?" ?” As he spoke, he tugged at the collar of his robe.

"I have to say that some Muggle clothes are too comfortable to wear, and I haven't been out of the house for a long time-what? Is it really weird to keep staring at me? Hmm...I shaved and felt It's like wearing a piece of clothing less." Sirius laughed, touched his smooth chin, and couldn't help rubbing it vigorously.

Harry then laughed too: "Of course not, I'm pleasantly surprised, and you're also handsome."

He rushed over and hugged the man's still slender waist: "He is the most handsome godfather."

"Okay." Sirius also hugged him: "Since you have said so, I will only support you today."

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Here comes Sirius!

This time it is really the end notice, and the final battle is about to come.