Chapter 283: The current status of the secret realm and the ongoing competition

Just like the situation two years ago, Mount Olympus is now covered in thick fog.

Dracula waved his wand gently in the fog.

A blood-red light beam struck a place in the thick fog. The next moment, a six-pointed star magic circle surrounded by circular light appeared at the place where the curse was bombarded.

With one step forward, Dracula instantly stepped into the rotating magic circle.

The moment he came into contact with the light curtain, just like the time he arrived with Newt and the Greek Minister of Magic Abotel two years ago, the world suddenly spun and the world suddenly reversed its direction.

The towering and majestic Mount Olympus turned upside down and hung far above the sky.

Below Mount Olympus is a towering and elegant building with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat land like water.

The patron saint of Andros still stands there - as high as Mount Olympus, like a silver giant that seems to reach the sky and the earth.

However, the silver light on the giant's body was flickering on and off at this time, flickering from time to time, as if it would go out at any time.

There is endless black mist surrounding the patron saint, submerging most of the ancient Greek-style buildings, and the black mist is still rising, and it will probably not be long before those temples and palaces are completely buried...

Dracula knew that these buildings represented all the power Andros could muster -

Most of these buildings are ancient Greek temples, which contain the belief of countless human beings in gods, and also contain the most ardent expectations of wizards and civilians in the magical world for Andros to defeat Herbo.

One building after another serves as the base of the formation, and they are arranged together to form a magical array rich in magic, sealing Haierbo's soul in this powerful array.

The core of the magic circle is the giant patron saint transformed by Andros!

In the process of fighting against Herbo for more than two thousand years, Andros's power gradually weakened over time, but Herbo's soul power continued to grow for some unknown reason.

Gradually, Andros was unable to suppress Haierbo.

To this end, he borrowed the power of the architectural projection and used his remaining power to communicate with the original buildings in the outside world and connect with the beliefs of ordinary wizards in this land.

In the end, Andros relied on the faith of outsiders to once again gain the power to rival Helbo.

However, people's faith is not endless. When this faith can no longer support the confrontation between Andros and Herbo, the formation automatically absorbs the foundation of the Greek magic world, that is, the escaped magic power.

This was a move that staked the future of the Greek magic world. However, these magical powers could not resist Haierbo's sudden surge in power.

When these buildings are completely buried, that is when the secret realm collapses and Haierbo is born!

Dracula's eyes became serious.

He flashed and appeared in the center of the giant patron saint.

A tall man wearing white clothing similar to a wrapper and bare shoulders stood in the center of the patron saint with a pale face, trying hard to maintain the suppression of Haierbo in this secret realm and prevent him from breaking through the secret realm and entering the real world.

"What happened here?" Dracula frowned and asked the man, "Why did Haierbo become so powerful after only two years? He was not eliminated by us just two years ago. It took at least ten years. Will it take years to recover?”

Hearing Dracula's question, Andros turned around and gave him a forced smile.

"Ah, you are finally here, my old friend." Andros relaxed a little and forced a smile, "You shouldn't have killed all the dementors outside, right? I can only think of plundering The dark energy of the dementors is a way to restore his strength..."

"How is that possible?" Dracula retorted, "In order for you not to die too quickly, I haven't gotten rid of almost a single Dementor in the past two years... Besides, I just went to Azkaban a while ago. , the dementors there are all alive and well!"

"Ahem...then what happened to the power of Haierbo?" Andros coughed weakly a few times and said to Dracula, "I don't understand. There was no warning at all. Before I could react, He almost broke through the secret realm directly."

"When did his power begin to surge?" Dracula asked.

"I've been in the secret realm and can't tell the exact time," Andros said, "but the time is very close, only a few hours at most."

"How many hours..." Dracula frowned, "Why didn't something happen to him when I was bored before, but why did something go wrong at the beginning of the Four-wizard Tournament? It always feels a bit deliberate..."

"Stop studying things that are deliberate or not, I can't stand it any longer!" Andros rolled his eyes at the side angrily, "Hurry up, come and help!"

Dracula then put aside his doubts and raised his wand——

"Expe"

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"Point Me."

In the maze of the last event of the Four Wizard Tournament, Harry held the wand flat in the palm of his hand and whispered to it.

The wand twirled, targeting the dense hedge to his right.

This meant that direction was north, and Harry realized that to get to the center of the maze, he had to go northwest. The best way is to take the fork on the left and then turn to the right as quickly as possible.

The road ahead was smooth and empty all around. When they reached a right turn, Harry turned in. There were still no obstacles and it was as quiet as a dormitory late at night.

Harry didn't know why the maze was like this. Shouldn't it be densely covered with thorns, countless dangerous magical animals, and countless difficult-to-solve puzzles, blocking his progress one after another?

Such unobstructed access made Harry a little panicked. He always felt as if this maze was tempting him with the illusion of safety.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some movement behind him.

Harry cheered up and quickly picked up his wand to defend himself, but under the fluorescent light of the wand, what he saw was Cedric hurriedly running out of a path to the right.

He looked a little flustered at this time, and there was smoke coming from his sleeves.

"Hey, I just ran into Hagrid's blast-ended skrewt!" he shouted to Harry. "I've never seen such a big one in Care of Magical Creatures. I managed to escape from it with great difficulty!"

"Is it dangerous over there?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Yes, there are various traps along the way, as well as many terrifying magical animals." Cedric nodded, "Why, wasn't that the path you chose?"

"I didn't seem to encounter any danger along the way..." Harry said hesitantly.

"Is that so?" Cedric glanced at him with envy, "Maybe you are lucky."

He shook his head, turned around and rushed into another path, intent on throwing away the Explosive-Ended Skrewt that was approaching again.

Harry also quickened his pace and took another path - if he and Cedric hadn't been able to help each other, Harry would have really wanted to form a team with Cedric. At least this way, the championship would be more likely to belong to him in the end. Hogwarts.

After turning a corner, he finally saw the first monster on the road... a dementor slowly walked towards him, twelve feet tall, with a hood covering its face, and its rotten and scabbed hands stretched straight out. With.

It floated closer step by step, touching him based on feeling, and Harry could hear the gurgling gasp in its throat.

A cold and slimy feeling hit his whole body, but he knew what to do... In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Dracula used many of these monsters as teaching aids. The little wizards at Hogwarts were afraid of everything. No more fear of dementors.

Harry tried his best to think of the most pleasant things, and tried his best to concentrate on imagining exiting the maze and celebrating victory with Ron and Hermione. While raising his wand, he shouted the same spell used by Dracula on the other side. :

"Exvoking God's Protection (Expe)!"

A silver stag sprang from Harry's wand and ran towards the Dementor. The Dementor took two steps back and tripped over its robes... Harry had never seen a Dementor so funny that he tripped over his own robes.

"Don't move!" He laughed and took two steps forward with the silver patron saint. "I know you are a Boggart! Riddikulus!"

With a loud bang, the "Dementor" exploded into smoke from the first floor and turned into a funny clown.

The silver stag also disappeared because Harry cast another spell.

Harry continued to move forward, walking as fast as possible without making any noise, still holding his wand high and listening carefully to what was going on around him.

When Harry came to a fork in the road again, suddenly, a scream broke the silence around him.

"Fleur?" Harry called.

He recognized the charming witch's voice, but the scream from that voice, coupled with the silence around him, seemed particularly terrifying.

Harry took a deep breath and stopped at the intersection of the two roads, looking for traces of Fleur... He didn't know what happened to Fleur, and he didn't know how she was doing now, thinking that he might be able to help.

No red sparks were seen - does this mean Fleur is out of trouble, or is she in too much trouble to even get her wand out?

If there really was no time to cast the red sparks, Professor Dracula might have heard Fleur's scream just now...

Harry took the fork on the right with growing uneasiness, but at the same time he couldn't help but think that maybe a warrior had fallen...

His heart was beating wildly, and he continued walking down.

I don't know how long it took, but Harry only encountered a few magical animals that were not too dangerous, and a few magical obstacles that were not too complicated. He couldn't help but wonder if the wizard who designed the maze had underestimated them. Ability.

The trophy was getting closer and closer, and after walking on a smooth road for a few minutes, Harry suddenly stopped.

There was a sound coming from a nearby road.

"What are you going to do, Krum?" Cedric's voice said, "What exactly do you want to do? Warriors are forbidden to hurt each other!"

Then Harry heard Krum's voice.

"Crucio!"

The air was suddenly filled with Cedric's screams.

Terrified, Harry ran wildly on his side of the road, trying to find an opening to squeeze through, but in vain.

He anxiously tried reciting the crushing spell again, which was not very effective, but he finally opened a small hole in the hedge.

He inserted his legs into the hole, kicked hard at the dense thorns and branches, finally opened a gap, and then struggled to get through, his robe was torn.

Looking to the right, he saw Cedric lying on the ground twitching, and Krum looking down at him indifferently.

Harry stood up and pointed his wand at Krum. Krum looked up and saw Harry, turned around and ran away.

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted.

The spell struck Krum in the back.

He stopped suddenly, fell forward, and lay face down on the grass, motionless.

"Cedric, how are you?" Harry rushed to Cedric and grabbed his arm and asked hoarsely.

Cedric had stopped convulsing and lay panting, his face in his hands.

"It's okay, you came in time, I'm not that fragile yet." Cedric gasped, "Maybe it's because he doesn't master the Cruciatus Curse very well."

"I couldn't believe it...Krum sneaked up behind me...I heard it, turned around and saw he was pointing his wand at me..."

Cedric stood up, still shaking, standing unsteadily on the ground.

They looked at Krum, who fell to the ground under the influence of the coma spell.

"I can't believe it... I thought he was pretty good." Harry said, staring at Krum in disbelief.

"Me too," Cedric said.

"By the way, did you hear Fleur's scream?" Harry suddenly remembered the scream just now and looked at Cedric and asked.

"I heard that," Cedric nodded, "Do you think Krum also attacked her?"

"I don't know." Harry said slowly with a very serious tone.

"Don't think so much, the game isn't over yet." Cedric asked in a low voice, holding on to the hedge next to him. "Shall we leave him here?"

"No," Harry denied flatly, "I think we should shoot red sparks and have someone come and take him away...otherwise he might get eaten by the Blast-Ended Skrewt."

"He deserves it," Cedric muttered.

But he raised his wand and fired a stream of red sparks into the air. Sparks surrounded Krum, marking his location.

Next, a very strange scene occurred in the maze.

Just now because of Krum, the two warriors Harry and Cedric were temporarily united - but now, the fact that they are rivals has returned to the minds of the two.

After all, now that Fleur and Klum have been eliminated, only the two of them and John are still on the court. The probability of the two of them winning the championship has greatly increased... Now everyone wants to win the final championship.

Whether it's because of the honor or because of the thousand galleons.

They walked silently on the dark path, and when they reached a fork in the road, Harry suddenly turned to the left, and Cedric turned to the right with tacit understanding.

Cedric's footsteps soon disappeared.

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