A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 687, Project 3

With the arrival of their parents, William and Hermione instantly transformed into well-behaved children.

It seems that skipping classes, going out at night, violating school rules, dating in early relationships, staying out all night, taking advantage of the school, running a shop, or opening a tutoring center... were not things they did.

Peaceful and quiet life

William and Hermione were just ordinary little wizards and model students.

It's that simple.

At least, all Roy and Lyanna saw and heard were these words of praise.

They were generally satisfied.

Clearly, this was asking the wrong person.

If you were to ask Professor Snape, he could list five hundred crimes against William… each one deserving of a place in Azkaban.

Since they had come all this way, William and Hermione, along with their four parents, spent the whole day exploring Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is a large school, and there are many places worth visiting.

Roy and his group also brought gifts, not only for Hagrid, but also for Professor McGonagall and others.

They were quite familiar with each other; last year, they spent the entire summer watching the World Cup together in a private box.

The gift given to Hagrid was a custom-made Givenchy suit, specifically for him to flirt with women.

However, Roy's efforts were in vain, as Hagrid had just broken up with Maxim.

The gift given to Professor McGonagall was a psychology book, intended for analyzing students' psychology and improving their management skills.

The gift given to Professor Trelawney was an English version of "Zhou Gong's Interpretation of Dreams," which could enrich her boasting skills and sophistication.

Professor Snape also received a gift: a set of dental care equipment.

Actually, William thought that giving the professor a toothbrush would be enough, just to remind him that even if he doesn't wash his hair, he still needs to brush his teeth.

The auditorium was bustling with activity during the banquet. Even fifth-grade students gave up studying, unwilling to miss the final competition.

The champion will be decided tonight, and the next competition may be five years from now... or it may be postponed indefinitely.

If someone dies, wouldn't the period have to be extended indefinitely?

Traditionally, the death rate in the Three Kingdoms Tournament is very high. With twenty-three warriors this time, it wouldn't make sense if not a few died, would it?

As one of the major causal laws of Hogwarts:

The Quidditch match is bound to have an accident; the Triwizard Tournament is bound to have a fatality.

When the Triwizard Tournament is held on the Quidditch field, it's an even stronger combination, doubling the causal effect!

Professor Trelawney also predicted this early on:

People will definitely die tonight, and it will be a bloodbath!

Fudge also appeared in the auditorium, replacing Crouch as one of the referees for the night.

He had a stern face and didn't seem happy.

Unfortunately, he hasn't been having a good time lately either.

Kingsley's search was fruitless; the Crouch family had vanished without a trace.

The reports about Rita are still being serialized, and it's clear there's a mole leaking information about the investigation's progress to her.

Damn it, traitors are the most hateful!

The most despicable ones, of course, are Karkaroff and Krum.

What happened that night must have been leaked to Rita by the two of them.

Hopefully Karkaroff will be in trouble tonight!

It would be best if Durmstrang's entire army were wiped out!

He glared at Karkarov with hatred.

However, Karkarov did not notice that he was looking down, clenching his arms tightly, and his face was extremely pale.

Fudge glared at Krum again.

The young star seemed a bit nervous about the upcoming game, with a gloomy face and barely acknowledging anyone.

Krum's mother spoke up to comfort him.

Not only was Krum nervous, but Ron was also very nervous, and he even stammered.

George is laughing at him.

Ludo didn't seem so nervous; he had a big smile on his face and seemed convinced that Ron was going to win.

Mrs. Maxim, sitting next to him, was unusually serious, keeping her head down as she ate.

Her eyes were a little red. Hagrid, who was at the other end of the table, kept glancing in her direction.

They were fine at noon, but it seems they had another argument in the afternoon.

Hagrid is such a scumbag!

Dinner was more lavish than usual, but no one had much of an appetite; instead, they were quite restless.

As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the faculty desk, and everyone fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I will invite you to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final game of the X-Force tournament."

"Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports field."

Cho was the first to stand up, and the Ravenclaw students all applauded for her.

When Hermione stood up, the Gryffindors applauded wildly to cheer her on.

The twenty-three warriors walked together towards the outside.

With the warriors gone, William, as a prefect, worked with Professor Flitwick to organize the Ravenclaw students to enter the arena.

When everyone entered the Quidditch pitch, they were all somewhat shocked.

This place has become completely unrecognizable.

A twenty-foot-high hedge completely encloses the edge of the grounds.

There were twenty-three gaps in front of them, which marked the entrance to this great labyrinth. The passages inside were pitch black.

All the students filed in and took their seats, the air filled with excited chatter and the sound of hurried footsteps.

The sky is now a clear, deep blue, and stars are beginning to appear.

Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Frivi walked onto the field and approached Bagman and several warriors.

Their hats were all adorned with large, glittering red stars, except for Hagrid, whose red star was on the back of his thick velvet vest.

Mrs. Pomfrey also appeared, pushing a cart, seemingly ready to offer oxygen cylinders at any moment.

"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall told the warriors.

"If you encounter difficulties and need rescue, just shoot a red spark into the sky, and someone will come to help you. Do you understand?"

The warriors nodded in unison.

"Okay, you can go now!" Bagman said cheerfully to the four patrolmen.

The four people walked in different directions and spread out around the maze.

At that moment, Li pointed his wand at his throat and said, "Loud voice."

And so, his voice, amplified by magic, echoed through the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the X Strongest Tournament is about to begin!"

After two exciting matches, let me report the current total scores.

Hermione Granger – 467 points, first place, Hogwarts School!

The applause and cheers startled the birds in the forbidden forest, sending them flying into the darkening night sky.

"Hibiscus Delacour - 408 points, second place, Beauxbatons College!"

Another round of applause followed.

"Cho Chang – Third Place – 402 points, Hogwarts School!"

Of the top five, all but second-place Fleur were students of Hogwarts.

Of course, Hogwarts wasn't all excellent; they even took the bottom three spots.

Ron scored zero points in two games, so he's definitely in last place. Captain Gorilla only has ten points, so he's second to last.

Malfoy scored 72 points, ranking third from the bottom.

So, Mrs. Maxim was alright, but Karkaroff and Snape looked really bad.

Karkaroff snorted coldly.

But it's okay, he's been giving Krum special physical training lately, every day until late at night.

In this final competition, he will definitely be the first to win the trophy.

Old Malfoy glanced at Karkaroff, then leaned close to Professor Snape's ear and said with some concern:

"Severus, did you really help Draco?"

"Trust me, he'll definitely be fine tonight!" Snape, having received a bribe, naturally gave his full assurance.

Old Malfoy nodded, subtly clenching his fist. He wasn't so worried about his son; now he was starting to worry about his own situation.

As a Death Eater, he could also feel the mark on his arm becoming more and more obvious each day.

This means... that man is still alive.

If one day, that man suddenly summons him.

Yes, go.

Should we not go?

"In this competition, the warriors will enter the maze simultaneously from different entrances," Li continued to shout.

"We will award points according to the area. The deeper you go into the maze, the higher your score will be."

The first wizard to receive the trophy will receive an extra 300 points.

The higher the score, the greater the advantage. But even a warrior with a low score can ultimately win the championship!

Anything is possible!

"Everyone, listen to my whistle!" Li said. "Three...two...one..."

With a short whistle, the warriors entered the maze through their respective entrances.

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