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Chapter 477 The Storm Is Coming
Chapter 477 The Storm Is Coming (Part 1)
"First of all, let's thank Professor Loila Hamilton, whose efforts made it possible for the third match to proceed so smoothly."
Amid the students' applause, Luo Yili lowered her head shyly and slowly stood up, then waved slightly before sitting down again.
"Professor Hamilton has really gone to great lengths this time," Professor McGonagall, sitting beside her, said slowly. "I heard you've been working for two months straight, is that right?"
"Hmm." Loila nodded and said, "But actually—it's not that much trouble."
The magic circle's work was much easier than Karkaroff's.
"Don't say that." McGonagall smiled gently. "Once the Goblet of Fire tournament is officially over, we'll give you a break."
You already knew about the holiday? That's great!
However—after thinking about it carefully, Loira felt like she always got an early break at this time of year—the first year it was because of Voldemort, the second year it was because of Peterson—
Why does it always seem like the reasons for taking a break aren't very appealing? — But this time, the reason for taking a break seems alright.
However, the premise is that one has the opportunity to rest—rather than fleeing to avoid punishment.
While Loila was lost in thought, the heroes from the three academies were already standing at the entrance to the maze.
They prepared to depart amidst the watchful eyes of many students.
The third game is actually quite simple: navigate the maze and obtain the Goblet of Fire. However, the process itself is quite complicated.
Harry pursed his lips and glanced nervously at Cedric. The third match was far more mysterious than the first two—he hadn't even gotten any useful information.
Perhaps it's because Professor Hamilton has been keeping a low profile these past few months—Harry has hardly seen her except in class, so naturally he hasn't had much opportunity to ask her about it.
Standing at the entrance to the maze, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"It's alright, Harry," Cedric reassured him. "Professor Hamilton seems to be a very gentle person."
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"Even if there's something in the maze—it won't be too dangerous."
That's what they say—but Harry senses that Cedric is also very nervous!
Can you convince yourself?
"Based on the points from the first two games, Miss Delacour and Miss Rozier, representing Beauxbatons, will be the first team to depart."
Having achieved a perfect score in the first match and placed second in the second, the two brave warriors from Beauxbatons Academy are allowed to depart early.
Harry and Cedric will be the second team to depart.
Although this means starting slower than others, it allows you to get a better look at the maze beforehand.
Unlike the first and second matches, the third match used magic similar to that of the Quidditch World Cup, with a giant projection shown outside the stands, allowing everyone to see what was happening inside the maze.
"Miss Delacour, Miss Rozier—are you ready?" Crouch asked slowly, looking at the two of them.
"Ready!" Fleur nodded confidently, then gripped her wand tightly. Her loud, confident voice made the students of Beauxbatons cheer for her.
Mrs. Maxim nodded in satisfaction.
"I'm ready too—" Emma's voice was much softer, but Harry wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt like Emma was looking at Professor Hamilton the whole time she said that—
"Now that everything is ready, let's begin." Crouch nodded slightly and raised his wand.
"I hereby declare the third match of the Triwizard Tournament to begin!"
Red sparks shot from the tip of the staff and then exploded in the sky above the maze.
As the fireworks exploded, Fleur and Emma rushed into the maze, while everyone else looked up and focused their attention on the magical curtain in the air.
"Which way should we go?" Although they ran in quickly, Emma and Fleur stopped at the first fork in the road.
"Go to the left?" Emma thought for a moment and said, "I remember that you can always get out of any maze by going in one direction."
"Is that so?" Fleur glanced at her with some unease. Hogwarts was very good at keeping secrets; they had no idea what the match was about.
While I was somewhat prepared for traditional elements like mazes, there wasn't much to it.
However, it seemed there was no better way at the moment—Flori looked at the towering walls around her and finally agreed to Emma's suggestion.
Holding their wands, the two of them cautiously began to explore the maze.
This maze is huge! It's hard to imagine that Professor Hamilton created it all by himself. As she walked, Fleur couldn't help but marvel at it.
And so far it's been very peaceful—Furong and Emma have been walking for five or six minutes, but they haven't encountered anything yet.
Everything before them seemed to be just a maze; there were no enemies, no traps or anything like that—Professor Hamilton was indeed kind-hearted after all—
Just as they were thinking this, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the ground beneath their feet, causing them to stop immediately.
Then, to Furong's astonishment, the stone wall in front of her began to slowly change, and the entire maze came to life.
"Here!" Emma, realizing something, reached out and grabbed Fleur, making her take a few quick steps forward. The spot where she had just been standing was now closed off by a wall that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
The maze is—moving?!
Not only were the two people inside the maze surprised, but the students and professors watching the competition outside also looked troubled.
"Professor Hamilton—isn't this a bit too dangerous?" McGonagall couldn't help but say slowly.
"No—it won't," Loila whispered. "If the wall detects someone—it won't close."
"But—but then a hole will appear underfoot, causing that—that careless person to fall into the water." Loila said with a smile, "Isn't that—interesting—?"
"————" McGonagall pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. She looked up at the two students struggling through the ever-changing maze and shook her head.
Hmm—there's a trap up ahead—will Miss Delacour step on it?
"No one?" Loila shook her head, looking at Hibiscus who had just narrowly escaped the trap with a hint of disappointment.
There really weren't enough traps—but it's okay, because they're about to encounter the guardians—
Just as she was thinking this, Loila suddenly felt someone tug at her sleeve.
"Loila—I have something I'd like to talk to you about." It was Mr. Lupin, who had somehow appeared behind Loila and lowered his voice: "It's about that matter."
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