Chapter 188 The Second Project

The weather was already warming up, but it was still a bit cold outside the castle.

The little wizards who were eating breakfast in the auditorium could hear the gust of wind whistling outside the window from time to time, and the Forbidden Forest in the distance was blowing loudly, and everyone sitting in the castle could vaguely hear it.

But fortunately, the blue sky and bright sunshine put everyone in a good mood.

Today is February 24th, the day when the second event of the Trifinals begins.

At this moment, Maca was sitting at the long table, enjoying a hearty breakfast slowly. And right next to his dinner plate, the box he got from the last project was placed there casually.

McLean, why don't you hurry up? Professor Orson muttered to the side, It's already 8:30, and there is only one hour left...I know you should be very sure, but... You can’t go wrong if you prepare.”

It can be seen that he still attaches great importance to Durmstrang's honor. Maca is currently only ranked second, which makes him a little restless.

I think you should worry about yourself... the members of the jury should be there first, shouldn't they? Maca said casually while chewing on the grilled sausage.

Oh—yes, that's right—but it's you, McLean! Orson said, taking out his pocket watch again, Okay, okay! I really have to go first... ...Remember to hurry up!

Maca waved his hand casually, indicating that he knew.

When Professor Orson left the auditorium in a hurry, Maca was still eating slowly, looking in no hurry.

When the students in the auditorium gradually left and there were fewer and fewer people, he wiped his mouth and stood up holding the box.

McLean, the game is about to start... As a warrior, you should get ready as soon as possible.

A voice sounded from behind Maca, and he turned his head, only to find that it was Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation.

Oh, of course - I'm planning to go there now! Maca nodded slightly, Mr. Crouch, aren't you sick? Are you okay?

Don't worry, it's all right now. I've let... Well, Wetherby go back. Crouch still had that tense and serious face all the time, and he still spoke in a business-like manner.

Of course,

Still can't remember Percy Weasley's name.

Please! The warriors are already at the resting place...

After Mr. Crouch finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the gate of the auditorium first, as if he wanted to lead the way for Maca.

The venue for the competition is still set within the wall where the first event was held.

In fact, site preparations have been going on there since last week. Dumbledore once again participated in the construction of the playing field, but judging from the time it took, the setting of the field this time is obviously much more complicated than the last time.

Mr. Crouch, I think... we have to talk about something first... Maca, who had been following Crouch, suddenly stopped him, Yes, about this 'riot' .”

What are you talking about? What 'riot'? Crouch turned his head, frowning with a puzzled expression.

Stop acting, no one here can hear - we have to talk, so as not to go wrong at that time! Maca said impatiently, Understood?

I don't know what you're talking about— Crouch frowned even tighter, and he looked at Maca with a puzzled expression on his face.

But Maca snorted coldly, and Crouch immediately felt something pressing against his abdomen.

I don't know what I'm talking about? Then do you need me to recall it for you, huh? Maca tilted his head and said, The minibus—

Enough! That's enough! Crouch suddenly lowered his shoulders and lowered his voice, Don't call me by my name here! Okay, let's talk first, let's talk... this way!

Originally, there were very few people here—most of them had already rushed to the competition venue, and the small movements of the two did not attract anyone's attention.

One after the other, they quickly left the open space in front of the castle, turned a corner, and walked into a certain garden on the side.

At the same time, in the tent next to the competition field with the wooden sign Warriors Rest...

I... I'm coming... Harry said out of breath, slipped on the tent door, and fell to Fleur's feet.

Oh!

Fleur, who was looking at the box in her hand in a daze, was taken aback, and she quickly shrank her feet—fortunately, Harry didn't sit on her instep, otherwise today's game would be troublesome.

You know, she was already upset by the contents of the box!

Oh—where have you been? Ludo Bagman reached out to help Harry up, Are you all right?

It's okay, I'm okay— Harry stood up, and then waved his hands again and again, Am I late?

Hmm... I was late, but... Ludo Bagman saw Harry, as if a stone had fallen from his heart, he spread his hands easily and said, Look, Mr. Crouch and Mr. McLean hasn't arrived yet! The game can only be postponed a little... You can take a breath first.

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Madame Maxime seemed very unhappy to see him... Judging from the expression on her face, she obviously thought he would not show up.

Of course, she would prefer to see Maca no longer show up. Because in her opinion, even though Harry is still ranked first, the biggest threat to Beauxbatons is Maca McClain.

As for Professor Orson, he is standing outside the tent and looking into the distance!

Harry bent down, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath. Probably because he ran too fast, he suddenly felt unbearable pain on one side of his chest and abdomen, as if a knife had been inserted between his ribs.

Are you okay? Hermione came over and looked at Harry worriedly. Why are you here now? Me and Ron haven't seen you all morning—

I'm doing research in the library, Harry and Hermione said softly, stepping aside, I need to prepare—you know, I'm not as smart as you and Maca—

But Hermione obviously didn't agree with Harry's behavior, she said disapprovingly: You should have done this earlier, didn't you? I've urged you many times, but you always feel that there is still a lot of time...

Isn't it because of the news that Moody revealed that night... Harry pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and subconsciously raised the waist of his trousers—the belt seemed a little loose during the sprint just now.

Don't say it here! Hermione gave Harry a quick wink, lest he say anything he shouldn't.

At this moment, a voice came clearly from outside the tent.

Oh—thanks Merlin! You're finally here—

Am I late?

Those are the voices of Professor Orson and Maca. Everyone is familiar with these two voices and can tell them apart immediately.

Sure enough, Maca and Professor Orson walked in through the tent side by side.

It seems that I just caught up? Maca looked around and asked in doubt, Where's Percy?

Mr. Crouch was back today, but he left just now and hasn't come back yet! Ludo Bagman shrugged, Didn't you meet him when you came?

Sorry, I don't think I met Mr. Crouch. Maca also shrugged and replied calmly.

Well—— Bagman pondered for a while, then turned to look at Dumbledore and the other principals, What should we do? Do we have to wait a little longer?

I'll ask the teachers to help me find it later. The game can't be delayed any longer... Let's start now! Dumbledore looked around at Orson and Mrs. Maxime, and after confirming, he said decisively.

Bagman nodded immediately, and announced to the four warriors: Then, all warriors, please choose a doorway in the fence and stand there, waiting for the order to start!

The wall that originally had door openings on all sides has been blocked up now, and only four small door openings that only allow one person to pass through have been opened on one wall.

The four warriors discussed with each other, and then walked towards the doorway they selected respectively.

How is it, Harry? Bagman led Harry a few steps forward, avoiding the others, and asked in a low voice, Do you know what you're going to do?

Yes. Harry replied panting, while gently massaging his ribs—the pain caused by running just now has not completely disappeared, and he still has a little pain in his ribs now!

Bagman squeezed Harry's shoulder hard, and then walked to the referee's table on the wall.

After a while, he came to his place and pointed to his throat with his wand.

The voice is loud!

So his voice was like thunder, passing by the ears of all the audience.

I believe that everyone has been waiting impatiently, but I think everyone's waiting must be worth it! His voice easily suppressed the buzzing in the stands, In fact, I am the same as everyone. I can't wait! But, about the content of the second item of the Triwizard Tournament, I have to tell everyone, don't I?

Bagman paused, and then said loudly: As you can see, this is a huge maze! I think everyone must understand that the walls of this maze are all intertwined with doom and thorns! In this maze , the first thing the warriors have to face is these thorny tentacles that will sneak up on you inadvertently from time to time!

Of course, this maze is obviously not that simple! Because everywhere in the maze-yes, 'everywhere'! There are dangers hidden everywhere in the maze, there are creatures, traps, and puzzles... believe me , there are definitely many difficulties here! If you make a careless move, your previous efforts will be wasted!

And in each warrior's box, besides the most important clues, there is also an eighth map of the maze! They are naturally different, as for whether it will help the warrior who holds it Winning—who knows?

Yes...then, the last and last! The task that the warriors are about to challenge is—