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The three-way battle for supremacy has finally begun.

Tan Wenjie sat in the principal's office, with a computer broadcasting live in front of him.

The stands were already packed with people for Hogwarts' first match.

The crowd cheered loudly, their voices shaking the heavens.

The source of all this was the three-headed fire dragon chained up in the center of the arena.

Hungarian Wood Beetle, Chinese Fireball Dragon, and Welsh Green Dragon.

Three warriors must snatch the golden egg from the dragon's claws, where the secret to the second game is hidden.

Now is the time for each other to choose their opponents.

Hermione was the contestant at Hogwarts, and although many people said that Hermione used underhanded tricks, that was the final result.

The remaining two contestants are Viktor Krum from Bulgaria and Fleur from Beauxbatons.

"They're choosing inside the tent, so why are the people outside cheering?" Tan Wenjie picked up a drink from the table and took a sip, feeling quite puzzled.

Are there no magical broadcasts in the audience, or is it simply that watching these dragons is enough to excite them?
Tan Wenjie wasn't worried about Hermione at all; he was just leisurely eating his snacks.

Soon, the opponents for the three warriors were drawn. Hermione's opponent was the Hungarian Horned Beetle, known as one of the most dangerous fire dragons in the wizarding world. It was 50 feet long, covered in black scales, with bronze spikes on its tail, and was very good at spraying flames with a range of 50 feet.

She stepped into the arena, gazing at the colossal object before her, her expression unchanging. The wand in her right hand resembled an elegant rapier, its movements creating beautiful swordplay as she turned her wrist.

"Roar!"

The fire dragon roared, then eagerly spewed out intense flames. Hermione, standing 60 feet away, remained motionless, her eyes calm and resolute.

With a flick of her right hand, water droplets appeared in the air, quickly coalescing and swirling around her, forming a water prison that completely enveloped her.

As if suddenly realizing she hadn't recited the spell, Hermione belatedly added a sentence.

"Clear water is like a spring."

The professors in the distant stands: "..."

This kind of self-deception, which is almost like burying one's head in the sand, only made them more concerned.

The flames spewed from the dragon's mouth collided with the water prison, immediately bursting open with a "sizzling" sound, creating water vapor that blocked the view. Centered on the arena, the steam sizzled and expanded rapidly like ocean waves.

The scorching heatwave swept through, eliciting gasps of surprise from the young wizards wherever it went.

The professors immediately raised their wands and unleashed their magic, each using their skills to drive away the scalding steam.

The fire dragon's wings flapped vigorously, blowing away the water vapor and revealing two figures, one large and one small, on the battlefield.

"How come they're so close?"

Someone noticed something was wrong.

"Damn it, that fire dragon bit through the iron chain!"

"It charged forward!"

Taking advantage of the rising and swirling fog, the Hungarian wood bee bit through the iron chain.

Hermione, who was right in front of it, became its primary target. Amid the gasps of the young wizards in the audience, the Hungarian Hornet slithered across the ground and opened its blood-red maw to bite Hermione.

Hermione swung her wand quickly, without moving her mouth the entire time.

The surrounding earth, stones, and bricks rapidly transformed into wild wolves, fearlessly pouncing on the fire dragon. At the same time, the ground cracked open, and vines emerged to entangle the fire dragon's hind legs.

Hermione's staff flashed continuously, and the magical energy projectiles struck the dragon's head, igniting its scales.

Seeing that she wasn't even going to act, the professors fell silent again.

The silent release of spells, and the simultaneous release of multiple spells, astonished them all; this was definitely not the level of an ordinary junior wizard.

Even Voldemort back then was far inferior to her.

Hermione continued to unleash spells frantically as she approached the Hungarian Hornet. The dazzling magic left the young wizards in the audience speechless, their mouths agape.

When Hermione arrived in front of the Hungarian Horned Bee, the dragon was already covered in wounds, whimpering and howling as it looked at Hermione, not even daring to open its mouth to roar, just like a wounded puppy.

And just like that, Hermione easily obtained the golden dragon egg, and the first challenge was declared a success.

After this dazzling battle, the next two dragon battles seemed rather boring. The two contestants were completely clueless about what was going on, especially when they obtained the golden dragon egg in their own way and held it high, without any cheers.

Something is definitely wrong.

After the match, Furong returned to her team.

"You did a great job, Furong. Don't worry, the three-way battle isn't just about strength, but also courage, wisdom, and even luck." Someone comforted Furong, "So what if she can defeat the fire dragon face-to-face?"

Furong nodded subconsciously, but then immediately realized what she meant.

"Wait, defeat the fire dragon?!"

She suspected that her ears had been damaged by the roar of the fire dragon during the battle, otherwise how could she have heard such outrageous words?

“That’s right, Hermione Granger, she defeated the Hungarian Hornet head-on and blocked the fire dragon’s flames.”

"..."

Furong now has only one thought: is it even necessary for this match to continue?
……

Do you know how to solve the puzzle?

The three reunited, but only after everyone else had finished cheering and celebrating around Hermione did Ron and Harry have a chance to squeeze in.

Hermione's development looked very different; she was the tallest of the three and looked the most mature, not at all like someone her age.

“Perhaps I can help,” Ron patted his chest and offered, “I’m an expert when it comes to puzzles.”

“Thank you, Ron, but I know how to solve the puzzle.” Hermione flatly refused Ron’s help.

She has two choices.

One method is to open the box by force.

Secondly, use a vast reserve of magic to solve the problem through exhaustive search.

Both methods involve "violent" opening of the box, one relying on brute force and the other on brute force based on magical knowledge.

She gently shook her wand, and the golden dragon egg floated in the air.

Ron, who had offered to help but was refused, came to Harry's side and muttered unhappily, "She just won one game, and look how proud she is."

Although he subjectively felt that Hermione was not very loyal, he was still somewhat looking forward to the scene where Hermione failed and then came to him for help, dejected.

Hermione would tap her wand occasionally, and the golden dragon egg would begin to spin.

One moment it's enveloped in flames, the next it's struck by lightning, and occasionally it'll play a lullaby.

In the blink of an eye, it will undergo several magical processes.

Until the water completely covered the golden dragon egg.

"Found it." A smile appeared on her face.

The key information has been obtained; the next step is to participate in the second match.

The competition was held at Black Lake.

Hermione tapped herself lightly with her wand twice, then plunged into the water.

"She has made great progress." Dumbledore gazed at the water where Hermione had disappeared, where only the water rippled slightly.

"The audience seating isn't even in Black Lake," a voice complained from the side. "Besides, who can see a fight underwater?"

Dumbledore looked at the man in black beside him. The man in black was Tan Wenjie. His satellites had long monitored a group of Death Eaters in Nurmengard who had successfully escaped. They were trying to infiltrate the Triwizard Tournament for unknown reasons, but this was indeed a good opportunity to catch them like fish in a barrel.

“Jay, that’s the magic of magic, and you’ll love the atmosphere here.”

"What charm? If you can't broadcast it, you say you're not capable enough. But when you mention the actual situation, you say it's the atmosphere."

Dumbledore chuckled and turned to look at Tan Wenjie, then uncontrollably moved closer to him: "Let me see!"

He saw that Tan Wenjie was actually holding a Muggle-level technological product that could even broadcast live the underwater conditions of Black Lake.

Tan Wenjie moved the tablet computer in his arms to the side and said with a smirk, "You can feel the atmosphere; you don't need to look at it."

"I'm very curious about the young wizards."

Unable to resist Dumbledore, especially with the old bee constantly clinging to him, Tan Wenjie had no choice but to give half of the tablet computer to him.

The camera automatically switched to Bulgarian athlete Krum, who transformed into a half-human, half-shark, navigating the water and quickly escaping when encountering the Black Lake natives.

The scene shifts again, and Hibiscus encounters Grindelwald.

It is pale green with sharp horns on its head and is known as the water devil.

Under Greendillo's rapid attack, Fleur could only flee in terror.

The style of the painting suddenly changed when the focus shifted to Hermione.

The goal of the second match is to rescue those connected to them within a specified time. They have been bound underwater by magic and face unprecedented unknown challenges. Moreover, the battle is being fought underwater, making it bound to be extremely difficult.

But Hermione was different; she was completely hidden inside a giant water bubble with enough air to allow her to breathe, and floating behind her were the targets that the three contestants were trying to save.

No underwater monster dared to approach, and she easily returned to shore and rescued everyone.

Krum, who arrived a step late, leaped out of the water, shook his head, and slowly shed his half-human, half-shark form, returning to human shape. His gaze toward Hermione was filled with a strange expression.

He had heard the story of Hermione's brave battle against the dragon, but he hadn't witnessed it at the time. Now, he was completely convinced of Hermione's abilities.

Furong also made her way ashore in a disheveled state.

In this three-way battle, Hermione has secured victory in the second round, while the others have returned empty-handed, seemingly eliminating any need for a third match.

Dumbledore spoke with the people sent by the Ministry of Magic, attempting to determine what would happen next.

Tan Wenjie then turned and blended into the crowd, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The third match took place as scheduled.

Krum and Fleur were also allowed to participate in the competition, but it was more of a battle for honor, since Hermione was already certain to win and receive all the rewards.

But the three of them had almost the same expression. Hermione, who won the final victory, was not too happy, and the other two were not sad about losing their rewards. They all looked expectantly at the venue for the third match.

A maze hastily set up by the professors.

The main purpose of this competition is to showcase the students' talents, and we are confident that these three outstanding students will deliver a brilliant performance.

Hermione entered the maze.

They hadn't gone far when suddenly they heard a loud chanting of incantations.

"Except your weapons!"

Hermione's wand was knocked away. She calmly looked at the witch who had knocked her weapon away, who was shrouded in a strong killing intent.

"Don't rush, let's ask her a few questions first."

Then another sound came from the other side.

In the blink of an eye, Hermione was surrounded by Death Eaters.

"Jay, where are you?" The witch spoke first. "I know you're good at your studies, but a wizard without a wand can't do anything. You'd better cooperate with us."

With superior numbers and superior weaponry, these desperate criminals couldn't figure out how they could possibly lose.

Hermione pushed off the ground with her left foot and charged towards the witch.

"Gryffindor, it's always like this."

The witch raised her wand, a fierce glint in her eyes.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"Shazam!"

Boom!

……

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck the maze from the sky.

The professors in charge craned their necks to guess who had used such powerful lightning magic.

It wasn't that they couldn't study, but the lightning power, which was like a natural disaster, was beyond the students' comprehension. Even Dumbledore, the White Lord, could only adjust his glasses.

Because Dumbledore knew very well that he absolutely could not do that, and that the lightning bolt was filled with rich magical power, and the person who could summon that lightning was far more powerful than himself.

Not long after, a figure screaming "Ah—" was thrown into the air, arcing through the air before crashing heavily in front of the crowd.

Their Death Eater attire quickly caused a commotion in the crowd, but once they landed, the Death Eaters could only barely wiggle their buttocks before being bound to the ground by excruciating pain, unable to move.

"Ah—" Another person was thrown over, hitting the Death Eater who had been lying down right on the back.

"what--"

One on top of another, and without exception, all of them had charred bodies and twisted limbs.

As the final scream crashed to the ground, Hermione, Goblet of Fire in hand, strode out of the maze. As expected, she had achieved final victory.

As for what exactly happened inside the maze, no one knows, because the other party was as fast as lightning.

The other two were caught off guard by the sudden intrusion of the Death Eaters and nearly lost their lives.

"The ultimate victor is... Miss Hermione Granger!" Dumbledore announced the exciting news.

Hermione became the center of attention at this moment.

After the competition ended, the other two sides were not in a hurry to leave, because there was still a dance party to attend.

The students are inviting dance partners.

As the ultimate winner, Hermione kept shaking her head and declining invitations to the ball, but she had a perfect candidate in mind.

The three-way battle has ended, and it's time for the ball.

Invited to the ball, Tam Man-kit changed into a tuxedo.

"Wait, have you... grown up again?" Tan Wenjie looked at Hermione, who was dressed in her finest clothes, with surprise.

When Hermione first came back, she looked to be only twenty years old, but now her figure seems to be developing in a healthier, fuller, and stronger direction.

On the contrary, Harry and Ron have always been thin and small, as if they haven't grown any taller in the past few years.

After taking on the task in place of Harry Potter, Hermione seemed to have stolen Harry's protagonist title, and her body underwent a second growth spurt.

"Would you like me to dance?" Hermione asked.

"It's my pleasure." Tan Wenjie nodded, bowed, and then extended his hand. After Hermione placed her hand in his palm, he gently took Hermione's hand and walked out together.

The three main characters have now merged into Hermione; she is now the absolute protagonist of this world. (End of Chapter)