Chapter 790 Maze
Principal Dumbledore rubbed his temples, feeling very distressed.
He really didn't expect Hagrid to be so unreliable.
Could it be that because the negotiation with the giant went too smoothly and he came back to find the love of his life, he... drifted away?
Principal Dumbledore looked at the half-blood giant who lowered his head and said nothing, and his heart was filled with countless stormy words.
Brain pain.
If it weren't for maintaining the dignity of the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Principal Dumbledore would have wanted to hold his head and groan at this moment.
"Minerva..." Principal Dumbledore still wanted to struggle, "Hagrid didn't mean to..."
"Yes, I know." Professor McGonagall said, which shocked Principal Dumbledore and didn't reprimand me. This is not McGonagall at all!
Then he heard the next sentence, "...Those children were just unlucky enough to be injured, so you should tell Poppi yourself about this."
After saying that, without giving him a chance to refute, Professor McGonagall continued, "There are other school principals, the Ministry of Magic, and the Wizengamot. Please be sure to find a reliable defender for Hagrid. I I don’t think Hagrid can defend himself well.”
As she said that, she looked at Hagrid faintly, her eyes as if she wanted to plant the big man into the ground, water and fertilize it and bury it.
Hagrid burst into tears. He seemed to have caused trouble to Principal Dumbledore again...
I don’t know if Harry was seriously injured...
That night, Principal Dumbledore expressed condolences to every little wizard who had been hurt, and only after reassuring them that they would not be seriously harmed at Hogwarts did he have time to deal with the Headmasters of the Ministry of Magic and other schools.
The pain in his arm greatly weakened Principal Dumbledore's energy, which made him worried.
As an old man over a hundred years old, being able to be active on the front line not only proves his own strength, but also reveals the lack of powerful wizards in the magical world of the Corrupt Kingdom.
He needed to quickly train a successor. Originally, the child he was most optimistic about was actually a child named Tom Riddle. Unfortunately, he only taught him superficial methods to convince others, but did not let him learn how to influence others with love. .
This was his mistake, just like the unforgivable mistake he made years ago.
But now, he had another option.
The appearance of a boy emerged in Principal Dumbledore's mind. Compared with his peers, he was thin but relatively strong. This was all because of Mrs. Weasley's careful care.
He is not very smart and always has a hard time learning magic. Compared with a child like Tom who can draw inferences from one example, his limit is to be able to remember the key points after listening to them three times.
This talent... Principal Dumbledore shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. It was really too different.
But he can guarantee that this child has a pure heart.
He has courage far beyond ordinary people, trusts his friends, and has good intentions towards most people...
He is a person chosen by fate to become a true warrior.
Thinking of this, Principal Dumbledore sighed. In any case, Harry should have entered everyone's hearts as a warrior now.
Time passed quickly. Standing on the playing field, Harry felt like he had just emerged from the bottom of the lake and entered the woods again.
It was dark all around, and Mr. Savior was shivering.
At the same time, the auditorium was noisy and lively, and Bagman skillfully mobilized the audience's enthusiasm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the Four Wizard Tournament is about to begin!
"As you can see! The maze in front of you is waiting for warriors to conquer!
"The entire maze took three months to build, using more than 20,000 yew trees. After professional measurements, it took 45 minutes to complete the entire maze...
"but……
"How can we reflect the value of a warrior if we simply complete a maze?
"We have placed ten kinds of magical creatures in the entire maze. If you are not careful... you will be attacked!"
Various exclamations erupted from the audience, including excitement, surprise, and worry.
"Of course, this is not all. The walls of the maze will change. Yes, these trees will move. Please be careful. Maybe at the next turn, you will see a terrifying magical creature baring its fangs at you. .”
The audience burst into even louder cheers.
"While I'm at it, let me report the current score! I believe you all want to know who is the favorite in this competition!
"Of course, don't listen to Rita Skeeter's nonsense. She is just a tabloid reporter with no moral integrity. Although she has good taste, it does not mean that she is a good person!"
Mr. Bagman's words made many people unhappy, but he wanted to earn a living at the Ministry of Magic, so he had to find a way.
The Ministry of Magic is very dissatisfied with this tabloid reporter who has been provoking their authority. It is foreseeable that if the Daily Prophet continues to show no repentance, the Ministry of Magic's Information Department will be established immediately and take over the largest newspaper in the wizarding world.
Of course, it must be secretly controlled, not anything else.
"Cedric Diggory - 90 points! Harry Potter - 85 points! Excellent results! Both first and second place belong to Hogwarts!"
The audience burst out with unimaginable enthusiasm. The applause and cheers woke up the birds in the Forbidden Forest. They had returned to their nests and flew into the night in panic.
"Third place, Durmstrang College!" There was another round of applause.
"Fourth and fifth place, Beauxbatons Academy!"
"Sixth place, magic place!"
"Seventh place, Durmstrang!"
"And, the last one, the magic house!"
The cheers of the audience are getting smaller and smaller, what they want to know is the real situation! Live!
As for ranking?
Only the principal would care about that kind of thing!
They want to see the warriors who sweat and roll in the mud to win the game!
Considering the feelings of the audience, the Ministry of Magic naturally did not neglect it. The high-definition big screen was directly put up, and the horrified expressions of the eight warriors appeared on the big screen one after another.
Robert was a little irritable.
He did not expect that the last game would require the warriors to enter only one person. What frightened him even more was that the end of the maze was the symbol of this competition——
Goblet of Fire! ! !
Good luck! Can that thing be placed casually at the end point? ! !
Aren't you afraid that damn Voldemort will act like a monster again and abduct people with private goods? !
The most important thing is that my good friend, a good friend like me, there is a 90% chance that he will hold the Goblet of Fire with Harry because of humility, right? !
Harry was definitely going to be okay, but Ced...
Robert's brain ached, but thinking of the props he had prepared for Cedric, he could only pray silently that this idiot would not do anything wrong.
