The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

After the sumptuous dinner, everyone gathered on the Quidditch pitch, which had been decorated as a competition venue. Everyone gathered in the stands, overlooking the maze surrounded by hedges.

Fleur stood at the entrance of the maze and looked around the dark stands. She could not find Lind, but she knew that he must be looking at her.

Then she was no longer afraid at all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Bagman's voice seems to always be so passionate. As an official of the Ministry of Magic, his enthusiasm seems to be different from that of the old-fashioned The old officialdom environment was incompatible.

Harry stood next to Fleur, and he suddenly asked the silver-haired beauty next to him: "What do you think of Mr. Bagman?"

"You talking to me? Oh, well, I think he's warm-hearted. Pays attention to you."

"That's right." Harry nodded, speaking so softly that he was almost drowned in the waves of applause from the stands. Everyone is cheering for the participating warriors.

He said: "This is just an illusion. The reason why Bagman pays attention to me is just because he bet a lot of money on me - he bet that I can win. Few people were optimistic about me before the game, so the odds were very high. Bagman also made a bet on the Quidditch World Cup, and ended up losing everything and owing money because of it. He hoped that this huge gamble would help him turn a profit, so he always spared no effort to help me."

Fleur gave Harry a somewhat surprised look.

He went on to reveal: "Before the first competition, he quietly revealed the content to me, so I knew that the content of the competition was to deal with a fire dragon. He would always give me full marks."

"So? Do you want to say that this game is unfair? Then why did you tell me?"

Harry glanced at Fleur and continued to lower his voice.

"No matter what Mr. Bagman's calculations are, it has no impact on the result. Even if he is the referee, the victory or defeat is determined by the strength of the players. Among the four of us - whether you admit it or not - I am the strongest. Krum and Cedric are about the same, and you're the worst."

"...That's true. But I am no longer what I used to be." Furong defended herself somewhat angrily.

"Of course I won't underestimate you. You have learned a lot from Mr. De Lin. I have no doubt that your current ability is worthy of my all-out efforts."

"You have a good vision."

Harry's eyes were complicated, but his expression was still cold, and he said: "I envy you very much, because I have always wanted to be Mr. De Lin's apprentice, but you took the lead with your luck and appearance. This is also true for me. unfair."

Fleur raised her lips unconsciously, "Is he so charming? I think his lectures are nothing. He just corrects some wrong questions, asks me to practice more, drink some magic potion, and then talk about theory..."

The more she talked, the more she felt guilty. A teacher could accurately correct the apprentice's mistakes, patiently correct the shortcomings of every practice, spend time and money preparing potions with extraordinary effects, and broaden the students' horizons. It would be unreasonable not to call such a teacher great.

Harry's face became increasingly ugly, but soon he calmed down.

"It doesn't matter, I will defeat you. I will go to Drinriel, and you will stay in this boring world."

Fleur narrowed her eyes. She heard Harry's sour tone, which seemed to be a bit broken. But what she was more curious about was the Delinriel in Harry's mouth.

However, before she could ask any questions, the game was about to officially begin.

According to the regulations, the third maze was entered in order according to the scores of the contestants. Cedric was the first to enter. After fifteen seconds, it was Harry's turn, followed by Krum, and finally Fleur.

The nature of the Triwizard Tournament is actually similar to that of Quidditch. Both have key props that determine victory or defeat.

Whoever can get through the maze first and get the Goblet of Fire will get full points, while the other players will get nothing. It can be said that the only role of the first two competitions is to gain leading time for the final event.

Hope rose in Fleur's heart, and she saw the possibility of her victory.

She quickly ran into the maze, and the surroundings became quiet for a moment. The soundproof barrier blocked the voices of the audience and the commentary. She could even hear her own heartbeat and footsteps clearly.

When she reached the first fork in the road, she was shocked to find that there was a growing and healing hole in the hedge wall in front of her - someone had just forced his way in.

Bagman shouted: "Harry did not take the usual path. Facing the maze, his choice was so simple and direct. We can see that he quickly closed the gap with Cedric, even half a step ahead of him. ! But this magical maze is not simple. If he continues to move forward in a straight line, he will soon encounter difficulties..."

Fleur hesitated for a moment, then followed the hole and drilled in.

This straight tunnel leads straight to the center, showing the unparalleled self-confidence of the digger. She guessed it was Harry Potter.

Judging from the scorch marks on the edge of the hole in the hedge, Krum had also taken this route.

Fleur's heart was pounding because she heard a terrible howl and there was a fierce battle ahead.

Carefully distinguishing the sounds of the fighting, it seemed that an angry bull was charging through the hedge and roaring in pain.

As the guardian of the labyrinth, Fleur thought of the Minotaur in ancient legends. This magical creature originally from Greece should have become extinct.

She mustered up her courage and continued moving forward, and soon saw a clearing where Harry was fighting against the steel mechanical Minotaur.

This iron monster should be a magical product of alchemy. Fleur was once again surprised by the wealth of Hogwarts, and was even more shocked by Harry's true strength.

Weighing forty tons and two stories high, the alchemical monster fell downwind.

Fleur stared at Harry closely. The boy was floating on the spot, like a mist, moving quickly left and right. Every time he struck, the Minotaur would be injured, and the monster's fine iron skin continued to fall off.

She noticed that these skins had spells flickering on them, and hitting them with the corresponding counterspells could cause damage.

"It's like a test, isn't it?" A cold voice sounded from behind.

Fleur froze as she felt a wand pressed against her back.

"Krum, are you going to attack me?"

"It depends." The Durmstrang warrior's voice was hoarse and trembling, as if he was enduring fear.

"You are afraid. You are afraid of Harry Potter because you can't defeat him." Fleur calmed down and initiated negotiations, "We can join forces and defeat him."

"You?" Krum sneered, "I doubt your ability, but..."

He slowly lowered his wand, and Fleur took the opportunity to turn around and see Krum's unusually pale face.

"Are you okay? Look like you're sick?"

"Don't worry, I only care about the outcome of the game. Listen, I have to win, don't make me say some bad spells. If something happens here, no one knows."

In fact, Klum was just bluffing, and their whereabouts were broadcast live.

Fleur's eyes flickered. Krum was a strong player. There was no doubt that working with him would have a high chance of eliminating Harry. That little boy was really a monster.

But, do you really have to do anything to win?

She hesitated. Behind her, the battle between Harry and the Minotaur would not end for a while.

Krum became increasingly impatient, "Have you decided? We can make a contract together..."

"Would you like to dance?"

Fleur interrupted.

"What?"

The silver-haired beauty did not answer, but just smiled. The next second, the air between them was slightly distorted, and a silent spell hit Krum.

His legs danced uncontrollably, and his hands began to swing wildly.

"Bastard!" Anger burst out in Krum's eyes, and soon, the anger turned into a raging fire, shooting straight into the night sky.