From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

The protective barrier that has been built up is indeed excellent, and the protection measures are very well prepared, but... some wind can still get in.

If the wind carries the seeds in, some will inevitably slip through. These seeds are the gifts he plans to give to the other school warriors in the maze.

"I'm really sorry if you don't help out in the greenhouse during your free time."

The cheating scheme, adapted from Montaigne's second performance, made Cedric somewhat embarrassed to use it—but the performances of the other schools' champions made him less ashamed of his actions.

He manipulated his wand, carefully making an opening in the tree wall, and then carefully buried the seed, inducing it to grow rapidly—this was not difficult. The Ministry of Magic and the school had used a large amount of magical materials to promote growth in order to make the wall stronger. The excess magic and nutrients were easily absorbed, urging the seed to grow quickly.

"If the dean sees this kind of violation, I'll be scolded to death..."

As he thought, he quickly repeated the steps, setting up deadly traps along the entire passage. Then, using another seed in conjunction with magic, he destroyed part of the wall, connecting the two sides, and began setting up the second trap.

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"procrastination…"

As Nancy moved forward with ease, she thought about the lessons she had taken before. With a wave of her wand, an illusion instantly took shape, almost flawlessly.

"Speaking of which... isn't it a bit unethical to deliberately block one road at this fork in the road, making it look like there's only one straight passage..."

Nancy glanced at her work, nodded in satisfaction, and left.

Every trap must be adapted to the environment, and every spell must be cast considering the context. Sometimes, a cleverly crafted incantation can be more effective than one ten times more powerful...

"Then damage a section of this wall to make it look like there's a hidden passage, to lure later visitors into digging..."

She looked at an area that was perfect for scamming people, and then made the right choice.

"And here, we can dig out a section and fill it with different types of soil, making sure the color difference isn't too great—hopefully the warriors behind us will be observant enough to discover the so-called secret passage..."

Nancy sincerely wished her opponents well, and then decisively set up a brand new trap.

"This is a two-way passage... Hmm, let's disguise it. Make a fake door in this wall, and then seal the other side with magic..."

She happily observed her surroundings, then tentatively used her limited magic to set up a few traps underground before finally heading in the opposite direction out of the maze, satisfied.

"Nancy is about to face the warriors of Iphamoni!"

Is the first head-on confrontation about to begin?

"But how could that be in her current state!"

Bagman's excited voice echoed throughout the stadium—this should be the first head-to-head confrontation of the entire match.

"Oh my god, Nancy set off a red firework! According to the rules, she's forfeited the match—this is just too much..."

As a wisp of red firework appeared in the sky, the fighting ceased…

"come on!"

As emergency responders and Iphamoni warriors appeared simultaneously, Nancy sincerely offered her blessings to her opponents.

Chapter 491 The Match Ended Abruptly

"Our warriors fully utilized their first-mover advantage. There's no doubt they employed a strategy to delay the rest of the players, and they did it exceptionally well!"

"Beauxbatons' players have clearly been fooled. Monta Warrior is still hiding, still hiding! He even faked his departure in an attempt to deceive Beauxbatons' players!"

"My God! He did it!"

As the students of Beauxbatons began to curse, the Beauxbatons warriors who had risked separating ignored Monta, who was lying prone against the wall using the Illusion Charm, and instead searched the passage ahead.

Just as he turned around, Monta mercilessly unleashed a magical attack on her leg. The powerful Barrier Spell shattered her left leg at close range. Before she could react, Barton's summoned snakes bit her again.

"what!!!"

Screams echoed throughout the passageway. Taking advantage of his opponent's moment of reflexes, Monta waved his wand and fired a red firework into the air, signaling the end of the match.

As Furong and the others rushed over to prepare to retaliate against the audacious Monta, the rescue team that had been surrounding them appeared at the end of the passage and quickly rescued Monta, whose armor had been shattered by a barrage of spells.

"I…"

Monta's smile was suddenly interrupted by a distorted expression. The next second, he bent over and began to vomit worms frantically.

"Okay, you abstain."

The rescuers read out what Monta said next, and then quickly lifted the cursed Monta up to take him away from the scene.

"Where is the other contestant?"

They looked at the Beauxbatons warrior who had been attacked by Monta.

"I can still hold on."

The girl, lying on the ground screaming in pain, was covered in cold sweat, but she still gritted her teeth and refused the rescuers' suggestion—it was true that Hogwarts had lost some students, but the other two schools were still full of warriors.

If you give up because of this injury, how will you compete with other schools later?

As the rescuers left, the remaining warriors gathered around, with those who favored healing spells waving their wands to quickly heal the wounds—injuries not caused by powerful dark magic looked frightening, but with the right spells, they were nothing more than that.

"Snake venom is a tricky remedy—there's no suitable medication available."

The person in charge of the treatment looked up. "Recovery might be a little slow, it will take about three minutes..."

Three minutes—Furong looked at the wounded, then at the location she had identified as the center of the maze.

"We're far behind, we can't wait three minutes, but..."

She hesitated for a moment, then decisively gave a new order: "I'll lead the way and leave marks. You guys follow behind to heal and then quickly catch up with the marks. Once you catch up, I'll take a proper rest."

After explaining everything, she decisively ran in the direction she had correctly predicted—the Hogwarts guys were far too arrogant… If she wasn't mistaken, these people actually wanted to keep them all here.

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"Hey you, come out here."

A powerful spell was cast, and a new trap was destroyed by dark magic.

Durmstrang's players even split into two teams to besiege Cedric. Their spells caused great damage to the plant traps, giving Cedric, who was hiding there, a lot of trouble.

Even so, Durmstrang's progress was still severely hampered. Cedric's powerful counterattacks made them dare not further divide their teams—the opponents hidden in the traps, although their spell combinations were very clumsy, were powerful enough, and their anti-spells were extremely annoying.

Yes, it's annoying. Although the opponent's spellcasting is unsystematic and the timing of their counterattacks is not good, I can still break their attacks in the shortest amount of time using the most standard spells.

Almost every Durmstrang player was nearly driven mad. They even suspected that if they unleashed the absolutely illegal Fiendfire (though they didn't know how), their opponents would instantly find a counterspell to extinguish it—dark magic used to be a winning strategy, but now their opponents were mixing in five or six spells with an unorthodox one that none of them were good at, making it utterly disgusting…

After being disgusted for a long time, and seeing the trap almost completely destroyed, the opponent launched a red firework directly into the sky. Before Durmstrang's player could retaliate, he was taken away by the rescue team.

"Damn! This guy has held us off for five or even seven minutes!"

"I've never seen such a disgusting guy..."

"Why is he so skilled with the Ironclad Curse? Does he think someone is trying to assassinate him all the time?"

"..."

After Cedric was taken away, Durmstrang students offered their heartfelt congratulations—they had initially believed their team was the strongest, but had somehow managed to hold out for so long with this guy…

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"The three Hogwarts players have been eliminated one by one. The remaining teams, now without any obstacles, have realized that something is wrong. Clearly, our Hogwarts warriors' strategy has been completely exposed."

Bagman spoke with an air of complete nonchalance about his concern, but the Hogwarts students present were all chatting and laughing, showing no sign of worry for their hero.

Within the image of the only lit warrior, smoke representing Harry is rapidly breaking through obstacles, hurtling towards the trophy in the center of the map.

"Porter's speed was beyond our expectations. He even took the initiative to leap and use Transfiguration to jump over most of the obstacles—has he been training for this all this time?"

As Harry's smoke, using the transformed branches, leaped directly over the trap zone on the ground, Bagman provided almost a commentary.

He simply couldn't imagine how Harry could accelerate and jump so accurately, using the aid of Transfiguration to hook and sway across that area, making it look as if he were flying through the narrow passage.

He even suspected that Harry and his friends had gotten hold of the questions for the final exam a long time ago, otherwise he really couldn't explain why there would be such targeted training.

“Petrification and then using it as a stepping stone—what a cool fight Porter is putting on,” Bagman exclaimed. “My God—he even rehearsed his mistakes, using part of his robe to complete another transformation in time.”

"Doesn't he get tired?"

As Bagman uttered those words, Lupin looked at William with a puzzled expression.

He did know that Harry had received special training—but wasn't that a bit outrageous?

"He's a professional athlete, Professor Lu Ping."

William spread his hands. "Don't forget he's a member of the college team, so his abundant stamina isn't incomprehensible."

“Well,” Lupin glanced at Harry, then turned back to him, “so, it’s understandable that some necessary skill training is needed to train him to hold onto the flying broom at all times?”

“No problem, Professor Lupin.”

"And that Transfiguration ability that he can use at will, is that because of Professor McGonagall's influence?"

“That’s absolutely right, my dear Professor Lupin. Professor McGonagall will absolutely love your answer. It might make the office’s funding review much easier this year.”

There's no other way; we can't exactly say it's training his ability to escape when Sirius is chasing him in various environments, can we?

This was rather awkward—and to be honest, after seeing Professor Snape fly, William also felt that his own Transfiguration movement plan was indeed a bit lacking in sophistication…

But their teasing didn't affect Harry's speed toward the finish line. After dodging the traps using various methods, his speed was almost as fast as normal running.

"The magical creatures are here! How long will it take our Porter to take them down? I bet not long—and the untriggered traps behind them are also a great way to delay the rest of the team!"

"Demstrand's runners have stumbled into a fake passage and are stuck halfway through the race, trying to find a secret passage that doesn't exist."

"This is a great opportunity—God, what did Porter do?"

As Bagman exclaimed, a dragon's roar echoed from the maze. The magical creatures blocking the way scattered in panic, and Harry, having successfully completed the onomatopoeic spell, triumphantly broke through the obstacle and rushed straight towards the finish line.

"How do you explain this?"

Lupin gave a sly smile.

"This idiot... he's using it recklessly without even learning it properly..."

William's face showed a troubled expression—this magic was meant to repel magical creatures, but if a particularly stubborn one appeared, then…

Sure enough, within the smoke displaying the maze's overhead view, several of the most challenging magical creatures had already begun to move.

Realizing something was wrong, Harry took out his wand and quickly cast a spell on his sleeve, then began to cast a Transfiguration spell on the severed sleeve before running away from the center.

As he left, the folded sleeve began to float into the air, then flew directly into the sky, above the wall, and drifted backward in the wind.

'Your reaction time was pretty fast…'

As William breathed a sigh of relief, the balloon with the deformed sleeve fell below, landing near the Durmstrang warriors, and then burst into flames—exploding amidst the curious gazes and hastily erected defenses of those people, followed by a tremendous dragon roar.