A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Harry's blood boiled when he heard it, and he resisted the urge to applaud and looked at Felix without blinking.

"Ahem," Bagman said uncomfortably, "very well said, Felix, can I repeat your words after the game? Just kidding, honestly, you might as well give They hug..."

"That's right, Professor!" Roger Davis coaxed. "We need a hug even more."

Harry felt that Roger's words made sense, Hermione's eyes were shining, but Felix hesitated, smiled and shook his head, "Let's wait until the game is over."

He walked out of the tent, the smile on his face faded quickly, "The professor's weird speech before the game, and the refusal to hug - done. Then just wait quietly, and try to minimize contact with them... Is that so?"

He stopped where he was, as if waiting for someone to respond, then smiled and turned to leave.

He returned to the stand, and the air was filled with a cheerful and restless atmosphere. At an entrance of the labyrinth castle, several selected Aurors each walked into the dark entrance.

The sound outside almost instantly became inaudible, Felix wandered in the maze, thinking quietly, in the form of Rune, can he really do it? It should be possible, it just needs a little pressure... After all, he has successfully mastered the first seventh-level magic.

On the fifth floor of the labyrinth, a wandering sphinx found Felix, whose body resembled a frighteningly large lion: huge claws, a long yellow tail, and a tuft of hairs on the tip of the tail. But it has the head of a woman.

The Sphinx stood in the way and said hoarsely, "You're very close to the entrance to the next floor—"

Felix glanced at it, a flash of silver flashed in his eyes, the Sphinx froze in place, and Felix brushed past her.

"Incarnate Rune... what should I do?" He paced away.

...

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final game of the Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! At this time, the staff can arrange for the first group of warriors to be in place... Hogwarts, Harry Porter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger lead the way with a combined score of 128, which will give them a huge advantage because each team is five minutes apart… "

"Five minutes." Harry was excited, staring at the dark entrance, which meant that he was half an hour ahead of the last! The advantage was too great, and with a short, sharp whistle, Harry hurried into the maze entrance.

He knew that, at the same time, Hermione and Ron had entered the maze.

Everything around was terribly quiet and terribly dark. The tall hedges were almost joined to the ceilings of more than ten feet, casting large black shadows. At intervals, a candle with a faint blue flame hung from the ceiling, its light was so faint that Harry could only see a small area nearby.

"Fluorescent flickering." He waved his wand, and the surroundings instantly lit up, and a jolt of unease rose in Harry's heart, and he carefully lowered the brightness. Going out tens of meters along the only passage, I encountered the first fork.

"Show me the way," he whispered to it, resting his wand flat in his palm. The wand spun and pointed to the right, which was due north. "Very good." He ran quickly, his head shaking from side to side.

The first level of the maze should be the easiest...that's what they discussed, at least not in serious danger. Harry recalled the strategy he had set before, and if he could, find the passage to the second floor as soon as possible.

It's about the success or failure of the game!

Another fork in the road, Harry chose the one on the left this time, he saw a dark shadow flashing on the right, and without thinking about it, he turned and ran away.

Don't do too much entanglement, the first five minutes are very important.

...

"The first team is in, let's see—oh? They're using a different strategy," Bagman couldn't help widening his eyes. At this age!"

Draco snorted disdainfully in the stands, hugged his shoulders, and stared at the huge screen.

"...Weasley walked very steadily, he stopped, did he find a trap... A false alarm, maybe it was the wind, there were not too many traps on the first floor, in order to make the warriors adapt to the environment inside, the real The danger is—ouch!" Bagman bowed his head, dodging a pebble.

Professor McGonagall shook his fist angrily at him, and there was boos from the stands.

"Ah! Sorry, unintentional mistake, I shouldn't have disclosed, and the Warriors didn't come in - ahem, let's focus on the smallest warrior, oh, look!" Bagman quickly changed the subject, " He was running in the maze, did he guess?"

The restless crowd immediately quieted down and stared at the screen. Harry hardly hesitated. Every time he reached an intersection, he used the direction spell to confirm the direction, and then acted quickly, "Look, Harry has encountered a blowing tail snail!" Shout out.

Ludo Bagman noticed this too, and stood up excitedly.

"Will Potter dodge? No, he didn't, he chose to fight, the silent disarm! Oh, oops, the spell bounced, great trap, and the tail snail was temporarily trapped, should make up for it next On - oh, Potter didn't keep attacking, he chose to leave, and the Bombshell jumped out of the hole, but it lost Potter!"

Bagman was excited, "The game is less than five minutes away! Potter is approaching the entrance to the next floor, his two teammates are far behind, and the other teams have not entered the field... Does he want to be in the maze A Seeker? First to get a trophy? That's not necessarily wise, his teammates can't keep up with him..."

There was a lot of chatter in the crowd, and they all saw that Harry was racing against the clock, but they didn't know what his purpose was.

"He wants to be the first to get the trophy, that fits his character, doesn't it?" Draco said. "Still so pushy."

"But the trophy is on the seventh floor. It will definitely be more difficult as it goes on. He will suffer a lot." Daphne looked at the screen in confusion.

...

"Huh...huh..." Harry breathed violently, his chest as if it was about to explode, but it was all worth it, and he smiled brightly and walked up to the vine steps, a hidden entrance hidden in the ceiling.

He forced his way up the steps, and his feet were light as if he was stepping on soft cotton candy.

But he was finally at the top, with his head on the ceiling, and he could see the hedge and the ceiling about a foot apart. Harry grinned, his palms stuck out, and the rune flickered and formed at his fingertips, condensing into a milky white ball of light.

Outside the labyrinth castle, everyone's eyes widened, watching this scene.

The ball of light floated out slowly, and Harry sat on the steps, stared at the ball of light for two seconds, and said softly, "Boom." The ball of light expanded rapidly, and endless rays of light shone——

The milky white light spreads in the labyrinth, and the hedge suddenly flickered with shimmering light. Under the action of the shimmering light, the effect of the illumination technique quickly weakened, but it was enough. At different positions on the first floor, Hermione and Ron lifted at the same time. At first, they stared at the direction in which the light ball exploded, and then the road in front of them lit up, extending to their feet.

"Nice job, bro!" Ron clenched his fists and roared excitedly. He ran quickly, the maze at the moment was as bright as day, but he had found that the light was rapidly weakening, which was just as he wished, and he could run after the light.

There was silence outside the field, and there was no movement from the referee's bench to the stands.

"It's cheating!" Karkaroff yelled angrily.

"Karkaroff, they don't have any violations," Bagman habitually retorted, "This magic is not within the scope of prohibition, and it is not lethal, even if...well, its scope is indeed very large..."

He was stunned for two seconds before realizing what had happened and the significance of doing so.

"My God! Incredible! Potter, Potter actually found this method... His two teammates are approaching quickly, faster than Potter's previous speed, they are chasing the light!" Bagman blushed , excitedly unbuttoned his neckline, "Although I don't want to admit it, half of the suspense has been lost in the game... The remaining half depends on other teams, and they have to hurry up."

Collins, Cedric, and Roger each stood in front of the entrance with blank expressions. What did Harry and the others do to get such an evaluation from the referee? All the warriors realized at the same time that Harry's group had a huge advantage and they had to keep up.

Another short whistle sounded, and the second group of warriors entered the field. Invariably, they took a more radical approach.

...

Harry sat on the vine steps and placed two healing spells on himself. The pain in his legs was significantly relieved, and his chest didn't look like it was about to explode. He counted silently, and when the count was close to 100, footsteps came, Hermione appeared from the corner, she walked up to Harry, stroked her hair and chuckled, "Harry, you really did it. "

After another ten seconds, Ron rushed out of the other fork. He looked a little embarrassed, and his clothes were covered with mud.

"Running too fast, hit a big hole, don't know who made it... immoral." At the entrance, there was still surprise on his face, "We are going to the second floor? It's a pity that it can only be used once."

"Yeah, let's go," said Harry.