Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"Scarhead!?"

With his head dizzy, he didn't react at first, and subconsciously shouted out the name he had used to mock Harry in front of Goyle and Crabbe.

"You are Scarhead, your whole family is Scarhead!"

This made Harry regret for a moment - why had he been so stupid as to decide to rescue such a thing?

But after a moment, Malfoy came to his senses.

He looked at the vines around him and realized the situation: "You...you come to save me?"

"Who asked you to save me? You..."

His voice was dry and incredibly complex.

"If you hadn't begged me so hard, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you—I regret it now!"

And Harry said angrily - there was no need to explain how much Malfoy deserved a beating.

Again...Harry is kind of regretting saving him now!

"I'm not crying, and I can't beg you, the great Malfoy..."

"Shut up, Malfoy!"

Harry interrupted Malfoy's stubborn words.

He tried to remain calm and said, "Now you have to cooperate fully. Neville and Ron will try to pull us out from outside - you can still move, right?"

"Longbottom and Weasley?"

Draco's eyes widened. "They're here too?"

This was almost completely beyond his comprehension - because if he asked himself, if the situations of both parties were exchanged, Draco was sure that he would never save any of the three of them!

But Harry was in no mood to answer him - he felt that his magic was completely out of control, and his body was feeling weaker and weaker.

And he knew that Ron and Neville must be the same... They had to act quickly!

"Neville, Ron...get ready!"

"Three, two, one... go!"

When the count reached one, he, Neville and Ron exerted force almost at the same time, and Malfoy, who was at the deepest part, also tried to exert force.

Harry felt himself gradually pulling Malfoy's body out, but...

The speed of dragging it out was really ridiculously slow!

"Too slow! No! No, Harry—it's too late!"

Harry heard the voices of Ron and Neville.

And Harry naturally understood that at this speed, there was no way they could rescue Malfoy!

But it was at this time...

"..."

Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth.

Harry felt the other's hand suddenly break free from his grip.

"What are you doing, Malfoy!?"

"Idiot - don't even think of making me owe you a favour, Potter!"

At this moment, Draco also said angrily: "Who do you think I am? The noble Malfoy will not accept your mercy... Get out!"

As they spoke, the vines around them were getting closer and closer, almost completely blocking Harry's view of Malfoy.

But even so, Harry finally managed to see it.

As Malfoy spoke these words, his lips trembled, and his voice trembled as well.

He was scared, he was lying, he...

"Are you crying!?"

"I didn't, Potter!"

His voice suddenly became exasperated.

But Harry was too busy paying attention to him.

because...

"We'll drag you out!"

Ron and Neville had already exerted their strength and dragged Harry out.

They had apparently also heard the conversation between Draco Malfoy and Harry.

"Let's go, we have to get out of here quickly - we can't let Malfoy die in vain...uh..."

Ron even tried to use words he'd read in a storybook to make their actions seem more epic, but he stopped mid-sentence.

Because he realized that it was difficult for him to associate the word 'sacrifice' with the surname Malfoy.

What made him feel that this conversation was difficult to continue was...

"I don't think we can get out."

Neville's helpless voice also explained the situation they were facing at the moment.

"..."

That's right.

At this moment, the deadly vines behind them were like a black wall, completely blocking the way they came.

They didn't even know where they had come from.

"Is this thing so intelligent?"

Ron said in disbelief, "It will also cut off our retreat?"

"Well, actually, ayahuasca aren't intelligent—they don't have the concept of a brain."

Neville explained: "It's just their hunting instinct, you know - just like the mandrake is born to howl and cry..."

"Oh, I see, Neville."

Ron nodded. "But I'm not actually asking you. I'm just sighing... I mean, I feel like a mandrake now..."

He said this as he looked at the vines that were wrapping around them and gradually approaching them.

Because he also wanted to howl and cry now.

So, two minutes later.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Following Ron's howl, he, Harry and Neville reappeared outside the maze.

They found themselves in a vast expanse of white, enveloped by the magical power surrounding them.

And all around were beds, each with a young wizard lying on it, and Madam Pomfrey was wandering around the room.

She was muttering to herself, as if sighing about something.

"My wound..."

At this moment, Neville and Harry discovered for the first time that the dense wounds on their bodies caused by the deadly vines were actually healing.

Black mist spewed out from their wounds, which was obviously the poison of the dead vine.

"This is the 'Healing Room'. All the young wizards who are injured or eliminated during the assessment will come here."

At this moment, an explanation came from beside them.

They turned their heads and saw Ryan standing not far away, looking at them with a smile.

"Ryan...we're eliminated, aren't we?"

At this moment, after hearing Ryan's words, the three of them naturally realized the truth.

This made them instantly dejected.

Neville and Ron were relatively better off - they didn't actually have that strong a desire to join the Pavatu Club, and they signed up just to give it a try.

But Harry really felt a little uncomfortable - he really wanted to learn ancient magic to fight Voldemort.

"Yes."

Ryan said seriously, "You've been eliminated. If you still want to join, maybe you need to come back next year."

He said so, and then took out three chocolates from behind him like magic: "Want to eat? Muggle chocolate, very effective for sad people."

"..."

The three of them didn't say anything, but just took the chocolate and started eating it with sadness.

"Do you regret it?"

At this moment, Ryan asked casually.

"what?"

Harry chewed the chocolate - the sweet taste and aroma stimulated his taste buds, and he indeed felt less sad.

But Ryan's question still made him pause.

"Do you regret choosing to save Malfoy?"

So Ryan asked again, pointing into the distance while asking.

Then Harry saw that Draco Malfoy was lying on the bed in the Slytherin ward.

At this moment, he seemed to be secretly looking at them, but when he noticed Harry's gaze, he quickly turned his head away.

This made Harry very upset with him - the three of them had almost risked their lives to save him, but he didn't even say thank you.

then...

“I regret it a little.”

Harry said softly.