Chapter 252: Wade said I can do it!
On the morning of May 16, almost everyone got up early, had breakfast, and headed to the maze area.
No matter how confident he was before, at this moment, when he thought about competing with many young wizards who were older and better than him, Harry, who had a mess of hair, felt his stomach was full. of.
He forced himself to eat something and then drank some pumpkin juice. He didn't dare to eat too much for fear that he would vomit it out later.
"Let's go."
Hermione, who was also nervous, came over and patted Harry on the shoulder:
"Everyone is ready."
"Okay...ok."
Harry stood up in a hurry and glanced at Ron subconsciously, only to see him sitting with Percy.
It seemed that Percy was imparting some experience to him, and Ron opened his mouth slightly, looking silly.
This time, they belong to different teams, not friends, but competitors.
Harry walked towards the people in the umbrella house.
Michael's smile was tight, and he silently stretched out his palm and gave Harry a high-five.
"Come on! You can do it!"
Padma said, shaking her fist.
She didn't like the fighting and was afraid of getting hurt, so she chose to be a spectator.
When they reached the center of the long table, Neville joined the team. When he stood up, his legs were shaking with nervousness.
The rules require that each participating team can only have a maximum of six people.
Harry, Hermione, Michael, Theo, and Ryan, the five of them are determined to participate.
Padma and Vader withdrew, and the Weasley twins formed a team with the older students. In the end, Neville, who had been shrinking, had to step in.
"I...I can't..."
When signing up, Neville said with a trembling voice: "When I get nervous, I forget all the spells..."
"Then bring a sword!"
Wade held his shoulders and said firmly: "Believe me, you can do it!"
Then he actually made a sword for Neville. It was shining with cold light and looked very sharp.
Vader also hesitated for a while before handing it to Neville.
"I think you should know that this thing cannot be used on others - and of course, don't accidentally use it on yourself."
Neville took the sword tremblingly and asked:
"No...is it okay if I don't have to?"
"Of course - you decide," Vader said.
Michael also asked: "Can this be brought into the competition?"
"The rules don't say no, it means yes," Wade said.
In the auditorium at this moment, Neville had the sword as long as his calf hanging by his side. He was also wearing clothes that were convenient for movement. If you didn't look at his face, he was still very handsome.
But Neville's face was pale and he looked like he was about to faint.
"Don't forget to breathe, Neville."
Theo reminded:
"Take a few deep breaths, I think it will help."
Michael felt bad, but still encouraged:
"Come on! We don't necessarily have to win the championship, but we must go straight in."
"...Michael, are you so pessimistic?"
Ryan couldn't help but complain.
While several people were making jokes, Neville's nervousness finally eased a little, and then he heard Theo ask:
"Harry, didn't Vader say you have an advantage? What is it?"
Harry shook his head: "He said I would know when we enter the venue... But I think it should be..."
He bit his tongue and made a slight "hissing" sound, and Neville suddenly realized:
"Oh, that..."
"Don't say it!"
Padma immediately stopped him, and Neville quickly covered his mouth with his hands.
But Theo shook his head:
"I've also guessed that...but I don't think it's the case."
Michael followed with affirmation:
"Don't forget that there are not only other teams on the field, but also people from the Ministry of Magic. If they find out..."
He lowered his voice meaningfully and swallowed the rest of his words.
Everyone understands the meaning - although I don’t know what the result will be when the time comes, it will definitely be terrible.
Then, Michael changed the subject again:
"But in case of emergency, you can use it secretly. Then we will cover you and don't let anyone discover it."
Harry nodded slightly, but his heart was still heavy.
They walked out of the castle.
The weather was very good that day, neither too hot nor too cold. There was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, blocking the sunshine that had become increasingly hot recently.
The participating teams have already begun to gather in front of different entrances to the maze. Filch and Hagrid took the lists and checked them one by one. Professor McGonagall stared at the students with a serious face to prevent them from sneaking in.
"Today's maze is different from usual. Many dangerous items have been added. If you want to quit, it's still too late!"
Harry heard Professor McGonagall say this loudly, and he thought to himself:
"Everyone came here after being well prepared. Now that it's time, who will quit?"
Then, before the echo of the thought disappeared from his mind, he saw a team composed of first-year girls suddenly raise their hands, and then ran out of the queue of contestants laughing.
There is also a Hufflepuff team pleading with Filch:
"...The guy was too nervous yesterday. He drank a little and couldn't throw up this morning. But even if there are only five of us, we can still participate in the competition, right?"
"no!"
Filch said selflessly:
"Even if only one person withdraws, the entire team will abstain! This is the rule!"
He crossed out their names without mercy.
People were leaving the team of contestants one after another. Neville was so nervous and anxious that he almost wanted to leave the team.
At this time, a group of people came over, headed by Malfoy, whom Harry hated the most.
He glanced at their team and mocked:
"I heard that you are also going to participate in the competition, is that true, Longbottom? Are you planning a clumsy juggling act to make your enemies laugh so that they let you go?"
Neville's face was still pale, but the trembling of his body suddenly stopped.
"I can! Vader said I can!"
"oh?"
Malfoy said coldly:
"Then I have to say that his eyesight has been a bit bad lately. It's time to take Potter's glasses and put them on."
"Go away, Malfoy!"
Harry stepped forward with clenched fists and said angrily:
"Otherwise we'll have a fight now!"
"What are you doing?"
Professor McGonagall noticed the conflict here and immediately strode over and said sternly:
"Malfoy, I remember you are not at the entrance here! Return to your team immediately!"
"Got it, Professor."
Malfoy said reluctantly, glared at the two Gryffindors from an angle that the professor couldn't see, and walked towards another entrance next to it.
Professor McGonagall glanced at the mixed team composed of students from three colleges, and her tone softened slightly, but was still serious.
"Please, at least be quiet today! Many people in the Ministry of Magic are watching your performance!"
Following her gaze, Harry and others saw Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and Vader, who was also standing there.
