novelnext Chapter 482 Me and Her Fight?
Chapter 482 Me and Her Fight?
Chapter 482 Me and Her Fight?
The two walked in silence for a while and did not encounter any other enemies.
It seems like I only have one shadow?
Realizing this, Harry and Cedric quickened their pace.
"I wonder how they are doing?" Cedric said as he walked, and as time passed, the awkward atmosphere seemed to disappear.
"I feel like Krum and his friends' opponents might be the most formidable," Harry whispered. "After all, they all know dark magic."
"That's true—" Cedric nodded as well: "Isn't it potentially dangerous?"
"But Professor Hamilton should have made preparations, right?" Harry thought for a moment and said, "There are some spells—these shadows shouldn't be able to use them."
"That's for the best," Cedric said with a shrug, stepping over a trap.
They were undoubtedly going deeper and deeper into the territory, and Harry could feel the road ahead of him widening.
Although the maze occasionally changes shape, after a huge roar and noise, there will always be a path in front of them.
And it's getting deeper and deeper ———
It seems like Cedric and I are quite lucky?
After turning another corner, Harry and Cedric's view suddenly opened up.
This is a large hall comparable to the Great Hall of Hogwarts, with towering pillars reaching overhead and lifting up an entire ceiling.
Is this still Hogwarts?
Harry looked up and realized that they could no longer see the sky—it looked like they might be underground?
A huge magic circle emitted a faint blue light from the ceiling, while numerous candlesticks hung from the air.
The layout here is quite similar to the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
"Look there, Harry!" Cedric said, pointing to a high platform at the far end, as if he had noticed something.
"That's... the Goblet of Fire?" Harry wiped his glasses before he could make out the object on the platform. It was a silver, transparent object that looked like a trophy, and it sat quietly on the platform, burning with white flames.
Without a doubt, this is the Goblet of Fire.
According to the rules of the third match, the match ends as soon as the Goblet of Fire is obtained.
It looks like—we're going to win?
Harry felt a surge of joy. He looked at Cedric and saw that his face was filled with the same excitement as his own.
Come to think of it, I am going to represent Hogwarts and win the Goblet of Fire to become the hero.
Harry and Cedric exchanged a glance and then nodded simultaneously.
"Shall we go together?"
"Let's do it together!"
Harry and Cedric walked excitedly toward the platform, their joy overflowing.
But as he got closer—Harry sensed something was wrong.
Beneath the Goblet of Fire was a mirror, a silver glass mirror, unlike the Mirror of Erised he had seen before; this mirror was longer and more ancient.
This familiar scene reminded him of his first year at Hogwarts—but there shouldn't be anyone else here, right?
Harry looked around and saw only an empty hall.
But this place is so empty—it just feels a bit... off.
Harry pursed his lips, gripped his wand tightly, and said, "Cedric—something seems off here."
There is a mirror there.
"I saw it too—" Cedric also sensed that something was wrong.
They both gripped their wands tightly and then cautiously walked towards the mirror.
But will there be any other challenges in the third game?
Harry pursed his lips as he looked at the mirror getting closer and closer.
They not only navigated trap after trap, but they also overcame their own limitations—no easy opponent whatsoever.
Harry didn't think the other two teams would easily defeat the enemy.
But looking at all the mirrors in front of him, he had a bad feeling.
This ominous situation worsened after he and Cedric approached the mirror.
The mirror wasn't particularly exquisite, and it had no decorations. Looking at the mirror in front of him, Harry let out a slight breath of cold air and took a few steps closer.
"Harry!" Cedric exclaimed as if realizing something. "There's no reflection in the mirror—."
Indeed, Harry also noticed that his reflection was not in the mirror.
Could it be something like the Mirror of Eris?
But Harry didn't see any images; the mirror was just like a wall, reflecting only the ceiling of the hall and the candles in the air.
Could it be broken?
Thinking this, Harry took a few more steps closer.
As he approached, the mirror changed.
The mirror emitted a faint blue light, the effect of some kind of magic array being activated.
This abrupt change caused Harry and Cedric to quickly take a few steps back and simultaneously draw their wands.
But what appeared in the mirror immediately made both of them widen their eyes in surprise.
A figure slowly appeared in the mirror.
It was a girl wearing a magic hat, with long silver hair and eyes like blue crystals. She was quietly looking at Harry and Cedric through the mirror.
Then, with a gentle flick of his arm, he touched the glass wall with one hand.
""
She pursed her lips, then exerted a little force, and a slender hand reached out from the mirror. Then, right in front of Harry and Cedric, she slowly walked out of the mirror.
"This is—this must be a joke, right?" Harry pursed his lips, his voice incredulous. His eyes widened, and his hand holding the wand trembled slightly.
"I...I don't know either..." Cedric was in a similar state, clutching his wand, unsure of what to do. He took a slight step back, his eyes filled with unspeakable surprise.
The person who stepped out of the mirror was none other than Loila Hamilton, the Hogwarts professor of magic, who had once defeated Voldemort and saved Hogwarts, and was known as the "Silent Witch" because of her mastery of silent spells.
At this moment, she stood quietly in front of the mirror, gently holding a magic wand in her hand. Her robes and cloak fluttered without wind, revealing the thick book hanging at her waist. A few strands of silver hair fell from her forehead, swaying and revealing her pair of emotionless sapphire eyes.
"Are we... are we going to fight her?" Cedric whispered. "Isn't that a bit...?"
"Is it a bit too much—too much of a stretch?"
His voice echoed through the hall, but there was no reply, no sound came from anywhere. The intense feeling of suffocation left Harry speechless.
In the long silence, the only thing that changed was that figure.
The figure standing in front of the mirror slowly raised the magic wand.
Pointing at him with that dark silver wand, Harry felt an unprecedented chill and suffocation—his legs seemed to go numb and stiff for a moment.
The next second, the tip of the staff lit up with a silver light.