The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 339 Discovering the Trap (Please Subscribe)

Lockhart was infected by the audience's joy and walked toward the Hogwarts team.

"There are ten stacks of blocks here, let me see... Oh, Merlin! You're not planning to conjure ten giant dragons, are you?!"

Lockhart exclaimed in surprise, and his voice carried throughout the stands through the spell of "loud voice".

"Ten-headed dragons!"

"If there were ten giant dragons, the monster world would suddenly become much fuller."

"I have a copy of 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' here. When the dragon appears, we can find its name by comparing it with the pictures in the book."

The students discussed it and found that dragons still held a very high place in their hearts.

In the VIP section sat several high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic and the twelve school board members.

Lady Malfoy waved to her son Draco.

"Draco, your favorite fire dragon is about to appear, so watch carefully!"

"I know, Mom," Draco muttered. "You didn't even say you'd raise a dragon for me. What's the point of a dragon if it just appears?"

"Oh, you silly child," Mrs. Malfoy glared at him slightly, "So what if you conjured a dragon? Could you even conjure one?"

"...No," Draco lowered his head, "If I could conjure a fire dragon and have that kind of power, I could avenge my father, right?"

Draco's mood immediately sombered at the thought of Mr. Malfoy, though Mrs. Malfoy did not notice.

Madame Malfoy's eyes were fixed on Moriarty, not missing a single move he made, her azure eyes sparkling with starlight.

Moriarty raised his staff again, this time conjuring a black dragon from the Hebdiri Islands.

The rough black scales are lifelike, and the purple eyes are bright and alert.

A sharp, razor-sharp ridge along the spine is also well depicted, its pointed tip gleaming coldly.

"Wow, that's fast! Watch this!"

Charlie saw Moriarty conjure two dragons in the blink of an eye and said defiantly.

"When it comes to fire dragons, I will not lose to anyone!"

Charlie confidently waved his wand, the magic condensing his love for dragons, precisely transforming the cube into the shape of a giant dragon.

"Romanian hornosaur!"

"Peruvian Viperosaurus!"

"Norwegian Spinosaurus!"

In the blink of an eye, Charlie transformed into a three-headed dragon, igniting Tonks' competitive spirit. "Let me try!"

At this moment, Lockhart walked over to Moriarty and greeted him, "Oh, Mr. Moriarty, at this rate, you're already far ahead. You might finish the race in less than 10 hours."

"Thanks to luck, we got the monster theme," Moriarty said modestly, giving Charlie a thumbs-up.

"When we talk about monsters, we first think of fire dragons, and then everyone can see our results—who can blame us for having a fire dragon master?"

"Haha, well said, Master Fire Dragon!" Lockhart and Charlie exchanged a smile, then said to Moriarty, "Wishing you all the best, okay?"

"OK~"

"Wow, it seems we don't need to worry about the Hogwarts team for now." Lockhart prepared to go check on the other teams.

"Ah~ Hoo."

Violet suddenly yawned again, lazily glanced at Moriarty, who looked like a dragon, and said, "Looks like you don't need me for now. I'm going to take a nap."

After saying that, she transformed into a coffin on her own, and the coffin lid opened automatically.

Violet crawled inside and lay down, and the coffin lid closed automatically again.

The others were shocked. This was a competition, an important competition. Was it really okay to just sleep like that?

Moriarty, however, seemed unfazed. "Let her be. We've done enough for this job anyway. Besides, seeing her sleeping gave me a sudden inspiration."

"Hmm?" Tonks leaned closer to Moriarty. "Are you planning something again?"

"I guess so. We'll talk about it later. Once it transforms into a Hungarian wood bee, the dragon will be complete."

"Very good, it seems Moriarty is very confident about the monster theme," Lohart nodded and said. "Even with two sleeping members in the team, it doesn't affect his thinking at all."

The audience couldn't help but draw their attention to a square where Jericho was fast asleep.

The young wizards at Hogwarts were immediately filled with righteous indignation.

"Vantha is one thing, she's a vampire after all, but Jericho's just slacking off, what's he doing!"

"How annoying, I never thought Jericho was this kind of person."

However, some junior wizards have made their own guesses.

"Is Jericho under some kind of curse? You know what I mean."

"You mean, the Imperius Curse?"

"Yes, because Jericho is acting so strangely right now."

"Don't think about that. Even without Jericho and Ventura, the master won't lose, right?"

"It's hard to say. Other teams have started moving as well, and they seem to be doing quite well."

Some viewers turned their attention to Iphamoni's area, but within minutes, more viewers were drawn to it.

"Oh, look!"

Lockhart also came over, and the Ifamoni team turned the field into a horse riding arena.

"Brian, I saw your magic; it was spectacular. Could you tell us about your thought process?"

"Okay, Professor, listen to me. Now you're a member of our horse farm." Brian grinned.

Ilfamoni and Lockhart have a good relationship and are used to joking around, so Lockhart never gets angry.

"Alright, I'm Lockhart the cowboy now. What are your orders, Captain?"

"Listen, cowboy," Brian chimed in, "a gang of robbers is going to raid our horses. We need to be prepared before they arrive."

Lockhart replied like a true cowboy, "No problem, Captain, stay alert!"

"Reporting, Captain, we're fine too."

The other members of the Ifamoni team, Olivia, Thomas, and James, also ran over and stood in a row.

"Hahaha~"

The audience burst out laughing; the two men's praise was hilarious.

Lockhart bowed towards the stands, looking pleased with his performance, and then he said to Brian.

"Horse farms, cowboys, bandits, you'll definitely be making horses next, it's a standard Western theme."

Brian and his five companions were overjoyed.

"But have you ever considered," Lockhart changed the subject, "that wizards deal with bandits like cowboys?"

Brian paused, and Lockhart continued, "Most of the wizards here haven't seen Westerns. You can't use Muggle conventions to create."

"What we want is a magical world. You need to think about what would happen if a wizard went to the West, where cowboys, bandits, and sheriffs lived!"

Brian understood. He slapped his forehead. "Merlin, it seems we've gone astray!"

Thomas also said, "The Western theme is not a simple theme, oh dear, it seems we've fallen into a trap!"

Lockhart, looking sympathetic, said to the audience, "Ifamoni is starting to reflect. Hopefully, they can finish the game; there are still nine hours left."

The audience looked up at the timer.

08: 59: 58

08: 59: 57

08: 89: 56

An hour had passed since the start of the competition, and all five teams had finished their brainstorming and discussions and begun to take action.

At this point, the audience split into two camps.

One side was focused on Krum, while Durmstrang initially struggled, having no idea whatsoever about the romantic love theme.

They've started taking action now, and this group is very interested in it.

The other side discussed the fact that the Ifamoni team went astray.

"It seems the topics the professors set weren't as simple as we initially thought; there were traps hidden within!"

"That's right, just like Iphamoni. They thought they were lucky to get the topic they were best at, but who could have imagined it was a trap?"

"American wizards were familiar with the West, yet they didn't incorporate wizards into the creation process! It's another trap of habitual thinking!"

"What I really want to know is which professor decided on the Western theme?"

"Add one, I want to know too."

"Didn't Lee Jordan say that Mr. Dawn was the one who decided on the Western theme?"

"Oh, Merlin! You believe that guy? How did you end up in Ravenclaw?"

More and more young wizards began to speculate about who that person was.

Professor Dawn stared at Dumbledore from his seat. "It has to be you again, Albus, you old fox."

Dumbledore shook his head. "When I came up with the Western theme, I didn't know it would end up in the hands of the Ivermony team."

Then he laughed, "Brian has great potential, I think they'll turn it into a perfect magical world."

"I don't believe you for a second." Mr. Dawn curled his lip. Did he really think he didn't know about the rest of the competition?

"However, it's hard to say. Brian is Ifamoni's best student." Mr. Dawn had a lot of confidence in his student.

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