Chapter 317 Maze

The festive drum beats and the mellow saxophone add to the atmosphere of the Triwizard Cup.

There is a huge maze constructed of green plants near the forbidden forest on the north side of the castle. At this moment, at the entrance of the maze, the salute was pushed into place, and the surrounding stands were already filled with teachers, students and Ministry of Magic personnel from various schools.

As the sound of the trumpet became more passionate, the five warriors also walked into the field accompanied by their respective principals.

Whenever someone appeared, the enthusiastic little wizards around cheered and shouted their names.

First it was Cedric, then Krum, then Fleur, and then Harry. Before entering the field, Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and said, "Relax."

Harry nodded, took a deep breath, smiled and entered the field and waved to the surroundings.

Finally, it was Hermione. She looked at Dumbledore. Although the person in front of her was not the one in the illusion, Hermione's attitude towards him was still much better, "I'm going too, Principal."

Although the old principal didn't know the reason, he could naturally feel the change in Hermione's attitude towards him and nodded with a smile.

After all five people entered the venue, Dumbledore finally came to the center of the venue, raised his hands as if to hug everyone, and his loud voice resounded throughout the venue: "Exciting moment, everyone, the third game of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. As you can see, behind me is the competition maze built by the Ministry of Magic, and Professor Moody personally placed the Triwizard Cup deep in the maze.

Next, since Cedric and Harry Potter tied for first place, they will enter the maze first, followed by Miss Granger, Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour!"

The people watching the game outside the venue heard the names and cheered for the warriors they supported again.

Dumbledore pressed down a little, "Among the five people, the first one to touch the trophy will be the champion! However, I need to remind the five warriors that..."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore turned and looked at the five people, "There are no fire dragons or fishmen in the maze, but there are greater challenges. It will torture your heart and confuse your mind. Remember not to lose yourself in it. Of course, if someone can't hold on, release the red fireworks spell into the sky, and the professors will take you out."

Seeing everyone nod, he said, "Then, get ready, warriors!"

As Filch lit the salute, Harry and Cedric entered the maze first, and the entrance was immediately covered by green plants. After about a few minutes, Hermione began to enter.

When the entrance behind her closed, a sense of claustrophobia quickly came.

She looked up at the sky, which was foggy and quite gloomy. On both sides were maze walls that were more than 20 meters high, and the maze was filled with silky fog.

With Hermione's current eyesight, she could immediately tell that there were effects of fear spells, bewitching spells, and confusing spells, and there were also magical fluctuations inside the green walls around, and there were also rustling sounds, which made people feel creepy.

Hermione was not participating in the competition to win any championship.

This was the last game of the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone was separated. If there was a capture of Harry, this would undoubtedly be the best choice. Of course, it was also possible to postpone or give up because of the exposure of Little Barty before, but after all, we couldn't gamble.

Thinking of this, the most important thing at the moment was self-evident, that is, to reunite with Harry first.

As for finding someone in the maze, Hermione would naturally not be foolishly bound by any rules and run around everywhere, but look up.

Before the game, it was not said that we could not move straight forward from a high altitude.

With this in mind, her figure had already flown into the air. As soon as she emerged from the top, she felt a pressure that made her feel uncomfortable, but it was not too strong. She could force herself to move.

Even the members of the Ministry of Magic who designed the maze probably did not expect that there would actually be students who could use a flying spell, Hermione thought.

She was suspended in the air, looking at the dense maze passages, and decisively took out a thousand paper cranes, and with her wand pointed, "Find Harry!"

This is an owl-finding spell, which is said to have been used to cultivate magic owls.

The paper crane quickly flapped its wings and flew towards Harry with difficulty, with Hermione following closely behind.

She flew through several passages along the way, and when she looked down, she actually saw a green portal. Hermione, who controlled the fire element, easily judged that the flame had no lethality at all, but was a portal similar to a magic fireplace. From this point of view, the complexity of the maze was greater than she had imagined.

Fortunately, she did not follow the rules.

The paper crane didn't fly for too long. When it came to the top of a passage, it turned vertically.

Hermione immediately accelerated to catch up, but when she saw the scene below clearly, she immediately shouted anxiously: "Harry, wait a minute!"

Unfortunately, it was very unfortunate that Harry had already stepped into the flame portal. Hearing the sound, he just turned back and was swallowed by the flames.

Hermione had no choice but to speed up, retract the paper crane in mid-air, and then followed Harry into the portal.

The familiar force of space fluctuated slightly.

When the pulling force appeared, Harry felt as if his body was squeezed out, and he stumbled after landing and almost fell.

Harry stabilized his body and found that the surroundings were extremely empty, like a small square. When he looked up, he saw the blue fire cup not far ahead.

Harry was surprised and happy, he really didn't expect that he was so lucky, just a random teleportation brought him directly to the Goblet of Fire. According to Dumbledore, as long as he touched the Goblet of Fire, he would become the champion of this Triwizard Tournament.

Thinking like this, he subconsciously wanted to take it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he remembered Hermione's continuous reminders during this period, asking him to pay attention to all the abnormalities around him.

If we talk about abnormalities, does this scene in front of him count?

As soon as this thought came up, Harry felt a chill on his back.

To put it bluntly, he didn't believe he could have this luck.

He decisively retracted his outstretched hand, and he even took out his wand and sent a red fireworks spell into the sky.

When you encounter a problem, call someone, this is what Hermione repeatedly told Harry to remember.

But he soon found out that something was wrong. The fireworks spell that was launched into the air did not explode, just like fireworks extinguished in the water.

Harry's heart suddenly sank. Since he learned about his situation from Hermione, he has been practicing hard for a year without sleep and food. With the superposition of Voldemort's talent, his current level is not to say that it is far beyond his peers, but he is also a leader. How could he fail to release even a first-year fireworks spell?

He held a fluke and released it twice, all unsuccessful.

Harry's heart was chilled. Looking at the Goblet of Fire in front of him, he turned around and ran without thinking.

But this turn almost scared him to death.

Because he didn't know when, a man covered in black robes was standing behind him.

"Very alert, but unfortunately..."

The black-robed man shook his head and didn't finish his words, but Harry's pupils shrank. He recognized who the voice was. He had heard it in his dream. It was Voldemort's ally.

Thinking of this, Harry chose to act without hesitation.

The red light flashed, and the black-robed man raised his wand to pick up Harry's spell, and then pointed it at Harry.

He immediately fell to the ground in pain, uttered a suppressed groan, and his muscles spasmed uncontrollably.

Then the black-robed man pointed his wand at the Goblet of Fire again.

Under Harry's shocked and hateful eyes, Peter Pettigrew appeared in a rotation, and in his arms, he was holding an ugly baby-sized existence.

At the first sight of that thing, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt.

"V, Voldemort!"

As if hearing Harry's hateful whisper, Voldemort spoke hoarsely with a happy tone:

"Let's get started, my friend, I can't wait to enjoy this welcome ceremony!"