Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

From time to time, the little wizards who had breakfast in the auditorium could hear the wind howling, the forbidden forest in the distance was blown up, and everyone could faintly hear it while sitting in the castle.

Fortunately, the clear sky and bright sunshine make everyone have a good mood.

Today is the day when the second event of the Final Three begins on February 24.

At this moment, Maca was sitting at the long table, enjoying a hearty breakfast slowly. And right next to his plate, the box he obtained from the previous project was left there by him.

"McLean, why don't you hurry anymore?" Professor Orson muttered, "It's 8:30, and there is only one hour left ... I know you should be pretty sure, but ... more It's certainly not wrong to prepare. "

It can be seen that he still values ​​Demstrom's honor. Maca was only in second place right now, which made him a little restless.

"I think you should worry about yourself ... the members of the referee team should be there first, don't they?" Maca said as she chewed the grilled sausage.

"Oh-yes, that's right-but it's you, McLean!" Orson said, took out his pocket watch again and looked at it, "Okay, okay! I have to go first ... ... remember to hurry up! "

Maca waved her hand arbitrarily, saying she knew it.

When Professor Orson hurriedly left the auditorium again, Maca was still eating slowly and seemed to be in no hurry.

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

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

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

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

"Trouble you, it's okay, I've let ... well, Wetherby is back." Crouch was still the solemn face that was tense at all times, and still talked about official affairs.

Of course, I still can't remember Percy Weasley's name.

"Please! The warriors are already at the rest place ..."

Mr. Crouch said, and turned to walk outside the gate of the auditorium first, it seemed that he wanted to lead Maca.

The venue of the competition was still in the wall where the first event was held.

In fact, there have been preparations for the venue there since last week. Dumbledore once again participated in the construction of the playing field. However, in terms of the time taken, the setting of the playing field was obviously more complicated than the previous one.

"Mr. Crouch, I think ... we have to talk about something ..." Maca, who had been behind Crouch, suddenly called to him, "Yes, about this 'riot' . "

"What's the talk? What a riot?" Crouch turned back, frowning with a puzzled look.

"Don't play, no one here hears-we have to talk, lest things go wrong!" Marka said impatiently, "Do you understand?"

"I don't know what you're talking about--" Crouch frowned even more, he looked at Maca with some inexplicable expression.

But Maca snorted slightly, and Crouch immediately felt something pressing against his stomach.

"I don't know what I'm talking about? Then I need to help you remember, eh?" Maca tilted her head. "Minibus--"

"Enough! Okay!" Crouch suddenly lowered his shoulders and lowered his voice. "Don't call my name here! Okay, let's talk about it first ... here!"

Originally there were very few people-most of them had already rushed to the playing field, and the little movements of the two did not attract anyone's attention.

They hurried away from the open space in front of the castle, turned a corner, and walked into a garden on the side.

At the same time, in the tent with the wooden sign "Warrior Rest" on the side of the playing field ...

"I ... I'm here ..." Harry said out of breath, slipping across the tent's mouth, and fell to Furong's feet all at once.

"Oh!"

Furong, who was looking at the box in her hand, was startled, and she hurriedly shrank her feet—fortunately, Harry didn't sit on her back without a butt, or today's game would be troublesome.

You know, she was upset by what was in the box!

"Oh--where did you go?" Ludo Bagman reached out and raised Harry. "Is it all right?"

"It's okay, I'm okay--" Harry stood still, then waved again and again, "Am I late?"

"Well ... it was late, but ..." Ludo Bagman saw Harry, and as if a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, he relaxed his hand, "Look, Mr. Crouch and Mr. McLean hasn't arrived yet! The game can only be postponed a little ... you can catch your breath first. "

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Mrs. Maxim seemed unhappy to see him ... judging by the expression on her face, it was obvious that he would not show up.

Of course, she actually prefers to see Maca no longer show up. Because in her opinion, even though Harry is still in first place, Booth's biggest threat is Maca McLean.

As for Professor Orson, he was standing outside the tent and looking far away!

Harry bent down, leaning his hands on his knees, gasping heavily. It was probably because he ran too fast, and suddenly he had unbearable pain on the chest and abdomen side, as if a knife had been inserted between his ribs.

"Are you okay?" Hermione came over, looking at Harry anxiously. "Why are you here now? Ron and I didn't see you all morning--"

"I checked the materials in the library," Harry and Hermione stepped aside, and he whispered, "I'm more prepared--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 think that there is a lot of time ..."

"It's not because of the news that Moody revealed that night ..." Harry pushed his black-rimmed glasses and subconsciously raised the waist of his pants-just a moment ago, the belt seemed to be loose.

"Don't say it here!" Hermione quickly winked at Harry, lest he should say everything he shouldn't say.

Just then, a voice came in clearly from outside the tent.

"Oh-thank Merlin! You're finally here--"

"Am I late?"

These were the voices of Professor Orson and Maca. Everyone is familiar with these two voices, and they can be distinguished at the first hearing.

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

"Looks like I just caught up?" Marka looked around, wondering, "What about Percy?"

"Mr. Crouch was back today, but he just left a moment ago, and he hasn't returned yet!" Ludo Bagman shrugged. "Did you not meet him when you came?"

"Sorry, I don't think I met Mr. Crouch." Maca shrugged, and answered calmly.

"Hmm--" Bagman pondered, looking back at Dumbledore and a few principals, "What should I do? Will you wait to see it again?"

"I'll ask the teachers to find out later. The game can't be delayed anymore ... Let's start now!" Dumbledore looked around at Orson and Madame Maxim, and after confirming it, he said decisively.

Bagman immediately nodded, and announced to the four warriors: "Well, warriors, please choose a doorway on the wall to stand and wait for the start order!"

The fence, which originally had door entrances on all four sides, has now been blocked, and only four small door openings have been opened on one side.

The four warriors discussed with each other, and then walked towards their chosen doorways.

"How is it, Harry?" Bagman led Harry a few more steps, avoiding the others, and whispered, "Do you know what you're going to do?"

"I know." Harry answered panting, while still gently rubbing his ribs-the pain caused by the running just now hadn't completely gone, and he still had a little pain under his ribs!

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

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

"Voice!"

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

"I believe everyone has been impatient ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But I think everyone's wait must be worth it!" His voice easily suppressed the buzz in the grandstand, "Facts I ca n’t wait like everyone else, but I have to tell everyone about the content of the second item of the top three hegemony, right? ”

Bagman paused and said aloud, "As you can see, this is a huge maze! I think everyone must understand that the wall of this maze is intertwined with thorns of doom! In this maze , The first thing the warriors have to face is these thorn tentacles that will sneak on you from time to time! "

"Of course, this labyrinth is obviously not that simple! Because everywhere in the labyrinth-yes, 'everywhere'! There are dangers hidden in the labyrinth, there are creatures, institutions, puzzles ... believe me It is definitely difficult here! If you are not careful, you will lose all your achievements! "

"And in each warrior's box, in addition to the most important clue, there is a map of the eighth of this maze! They are naturally different, as to whether it will help the warrior who holds it Win-who knows? "

"Yes ... then, the last one! The tasks the Warriors are about to challenge are--"