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Chapter 480 Inside the Maze
Chapter 480 Inside the Maze
Unlike the tense atmosphere outside the maze, the atmosphere inside was rather relaxed.
Harry and Cedric were carefully feeling their way forward along the wall, occasionally watching their step for any traps.
"Professor Hamilton really put a lot of thought into this—" Cedric muttered as he walked, "There are quite a few magic circles here—"
"That's right—" Harry answered instinctively, then his foot, which he had just lifted, stopped in mid-air.
"This is a trap!" he said, grabbing Cedric's arm.
Where his feet were about to land, there was a magic circle faintly emitting a blue light.
This is a sign of a trap.
Professor Hamilton did not disguise these magic circles, but deliberately left them with slight traces.
Harry didn't know whether to thank Professor Hamilton or be speechless—but it was a good thing nonetheless—after discovering this, exploring the maze seemed to become much easier.
At least you just need to watch your step.
"It's good that you were listening attentively to your magic circle." Cedric muttered, pulling his foot back. He didn't seem to be very good at magic circles, at least Harry could tell from this match.
However, his spell was still very powerful, and it was very efficient at drying Harry after he fell into the water.
Well—Harry didn't really want to use himself as an example either.
"But is there really only traps here?" Cedric's voice came again, sounding somewhat doubtful. "If there are only traps, isn't it a bit too easy?"
"Would you like it any harder?" Harry couldn't help but ask. "The traps alone are already troublesome enough."
"I just feel—this maze is so big—it's a bit too empty with just traps," Cedric said slowly. "If you were the professor, wouldn't you be thinking of stuffing in some trolls or something?"
"Or perhaps—some dark creature?"
"That's something Hagrid would do, isn't it?" Harry said, shrugging.
His words made Cedric laugh, and Harry chuckled as well.
But just as they were chuckling, a rumbling sound came from the other end of the maze.
"Is it another hero?" Cedric and Harry immediately stopped laughing, and Cedric gripped his wand tightly and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know," Harry said, gripping his wand tightly and lowering his voice.
Unlike the first two matches, the third match allows the heroes to attack each other, so Harry and Cedric will not hold back if they encounter other heroes.
They looked at each other, then turned slightly to the side and pressed themselves against the wall.
"Pat-pat-pat".
As they held their breath, the footsteps became more distinct, a somewhat frivolous gait approaching from not far away, growing ever closer.
"Phew." Harry took a deep breath, raised his wand, and aimed it at the intersection. If it was those two from Beauxbatons, he might be able to talk to them.
But if it's Durmstrang—then just take action.
With this in mind, the Disarming Charm was brewing in Harry's mouth, as if he would immediately wave his wand the moment that person appeared.
Soon, the shadow was cast through the candlelight, and then the figure of that person slowly appeared.
But when Harry saw the person's head clearly, he was stunned.
Because the one who emerged was neither the hero of Beauxbatons nor the hero of Durmstrang, but the hero of Hogwarts, Harry Potter.
No—no way?
Harry stared wide-eyed at the person in front of him who looked exactly like him. Not only him, but Cedric was also stunned.
Although both of them were holding wands, neither of them launched an attack.
"————" Harry Potter seemed to have discovered something, and turned his head slightly to look at the corridor.
Then he gently raised his wand.
"Disarm you!" The same voice as Harry's came out of his mouth, along with a precise disarming spell.
"Snapped!"
Harry was caught off guard and was hit by the Disarming Charm, flying backward. Not only that, he also crashed into Cedric behind him, and the two of them flew backward and rolled several times on the ground.
"What's going on?!" Cedric exclaimed, groaning in pain as he staggered to his feet, raising his wand to aim at the shadowy Harry.
"Who are you?" he asked, pursing his lips.
But there was no answer. Shadow Harry simply tilted his head slightly and flicked his wand again: "Expelliarmus!"
"Bang!
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This time, Cedric was on guard and dodged the disarming spell. Then, he gritted his teeth and flicked his wand: "Stun!"
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The silver wand shot out from its tip, heading straight for Harry's shadow standing around the corner.
"Snapped!"
Shadow Harry wasn't bad either; he deflected Cedric's spell with a flick of his wand.
Then he casually unleashed another disarming spell.
This is exactly like the real Harry! Cedric couldn't help but purse his lips and think to himself. He and Harry had practiced together quite a bit before, and now every move of his opponent felt familiar to him.
"Cough cough—cough cough—" While Cedric was fighting Shadow Harry, the real Harry slowly got up. He was still a little dazed from being hit directly by the Disarming Charm—but he regained his senses after shaking his head.
He picked up his wand, slowly stood up, and then pointed it at the shadowy figure, hurling it at Harry: "Expelliarmus!"
Faced with the simultaneous attack of two people, Shadow Harry seemed to be struggling. His wand had just deflected the Stunning Curse when he instinctively aimed it at Harry. As a result, the wand flew backward under the control of the Disarming Curse and landed in Harry's hand.
"Well done, Harry," Cedric said instinctively, and Harry, who was standing around the corner, tilted his head slightly as well.
"I wasn't talking about you!" Cedric couldn't help but say.
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The real Harry was at a loss for words as he watched this scene unfold—he looked at the wand in his hand, then at the fake version of himself.
It really does look a bit like it — just as Harry was thinking this, he suddenly felt something moving behind him.
"Get down!" Cedric's voice followed his movements as he grabbed Harry, and the two of them fell to the ground in the corridor.
After his action, a spell flew over their heads.
Who is it? Is someone launching a sneak attack?
Harry glanced behind him in a panic, only to see Cedric holding a wand, his expression blank.
Okay—it looks like it's not just Shadow Harry, there's Shadow Cedric too!
Meanwhile, Harry, in the shadows on the other side, gently shook his head. He raised his hand slightly, and in the faint blue light, another wand appeared in his palm.