Chapter 258: The third project (on)

Later, Malfoy took the Lucius and his wife to visit Hogwarts' castle, and Lucius passed the corridor. From time to time, the aesthetic criticism of some statues seems to be unsatisfactory. As for lunch, a few people came to the auditorium to sit down. Narcissa just poked the lamb chops placed on the plate in front of him with a fork Stopped eating.
"The level of food here is really bad." She said disgustedly, her eyebrows slenderly raised: "Draco must have been extremely guilty here." She looked at her son sympathetically, and Malfoy felt this. Looking away, I felt quite uncomfortable.
He thought it was pretty good, and the cooking level of the house-elves was actually quite guaranteed.
"Aunt Narcissa, I think it's actually pretty good," Pansy said aside.
"By the way, I have to endure eating with a group of poor ghosts. This is really a crime." Narcissa glanced at this time at the Gryffindor long table, Mrs. Weasley sitting with Harry Ron And shook his head in disgust.
For her, the Weasleys who were so close to Muggles were the shame of a pure-blood wizard and should be nailed to the post of shame.
"Dumbledore may feel that his so-called "equal treatment" can reflect his fraternity." Lucius said sarcastically, holding his silver snake head cane.
Fortunately, they were far apart, and did not let Mrs. Weasley hear it, otherwise it was another lip service.
"Mom and dad, I want to go to the library in the afternoon, check the materials, and then prepare for today's third project." Malfoy pushed the plate back and said slowly.
"How about I take Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa to the VIP lounge." Pansy volunteered and said briskly, quickly blinking at Malfoy.
"Then we can't disturb you." Narcissa said with a piercing expression, and then she actively urged Lucius to leave, don't disturb their son to prepare for the game.
At the end of the lunch, Malfoy was at the entrance of the auditorium, saying goodbye to his parents Pansy, and then he quickly came to the library, but did not really look for the materials related to the third project as he said.
He just passed one shelf after another unconsciously, with the light of the warm sunlight passing through the glass windows, he looked at the book above casually, glanced at it like a ten lines, and then quickly put them down.
He is using a lot of unconscious information to relieve his nervousness, because he is worried about whether his plan can be successfully implemented.
In fact, Malfoy's heart was not always as smooth as his external performance, a faint sense of unrest, always haunting his heart, lingering, even making him anxious and unable to reveal.
The development of the situation is still under control for the time being, and it is even better than I expected. Compared with the original trajectory, it is roughly the same, but a very different deviation has occurred.
Malfoy sighed slightly, put a book back on the bookshelf, rubbed his temples himself, then closed his eyes, found a shade at random, leaned on a nearby bookshelf, and began to take a nap. Sharp, quietly waiting for the arrival of the third project deadline.
In the "pure" third competition, he will only play a supporting role.
Time passed slowly, and then the sun was sinking, and the light from the sun turned into a fascinating orange.
When the time for dinner arrived, all the people gathered in the auditorium.
Dinner was richer than usual, and many students were appetizing at this time, enjoying the dinner, while Harry sitting at the long table was a little nervous. He found that since the Krum attack, Mu Di didn't get as close to him as he always did, and he never gave him any information about the third project.
When the enchanted ceiling changed from blue to dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the faculty's desk, and everyone calmed down.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now invite the Warriors to go to the stadium with Mr. Bagman." He pinched With his long silver-white beard, he said with a thick voice.
Malfoy stood up from his seat, and Pansy looked at him silently and worriedly. She said that many times before cheering. The last project, she guessed, would be much more difficult than she had imagined.
"Relax, it's okay." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair, comfortingly, and then followed Bagman towards the playing field.
The four warriors walked into the Quidditch Stadium, which had become completely unrecognizable. A hedge 20 feet high encircled the edge of the site. There was a gap in front of them, and that was the entrance to this big maze. The passage inside is black and scary.
Five minutes later, the crowd began to flood into the stands. Hundreds of students fished into the seat, and the air was full of excitement and the noise of footsteps. The sky is now clear, dark blue, and stars are starting to appear. Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walk into the stadium and walk towards Bagman and several warriors. Their hats are decorated with bright red stars.
"We will be patrolling outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, fire red sparks into the sky. We will have someone to help you, do you understand?"
At the level of Hogwarts' professors, it is still sufficient to cope with the vast majority of unexpected situations.
The four warriors nodded together.
"Okay, you go first!" Bagman said happily to the four patrol members.
Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the Top Three is about to begin! Let me report the current score~EbookFREE.me~Draco Malfoy-87 points, Hogwarts School! "Applause and cheers frightened the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky."
Malfoy looked at the stage in the middle of the stadium and saw the Lucius couple smiling at him, and Pansy waved excitedly to him.
He nodded and smiled towards them with a smile.
"Furong Dracour-second place, 86 points, Booth Barton College!"
"Harry Potter-third place, 85 points, Hogwarts College!"
"Victor Krum-85 points, tied for third, Demstrand Academy!" Bagman's words continued, introducing to the audience
The other audience present also politely applauded the following warriors.
Obviously, when Bagman read this, Kakarov's face suddenly darkened, as if he was now experiencing great shame.