Chapter 259: The third project (below)

1. As soon as you enter the labyrinth, the sound of the tsunami-like cheering outside the mountain is blocked, and it can no longer reach the ears of the warrior. It should be the effect of magic.
The tall hedge cast a dark shadow on the path, whether the hedge was high and dense, or because it was also enchanted.
Strangely, Bagman’s whistle did not seem to be blocked, and two minutes later, two equally rapid whistle came from behind Malfoy, which means that all the warriors entered the field .
In fact, there is one thing that is very strange. Except for the first game, it doesn’t make much sense whether the audience is present or not. Since the first event was held in the open air, as spectators, they can also see clearly the direction of all the warriors, but the last two One is from the bottomless Black Lake, and the other is from the maze surrounded by high walls.
It seems that there is no difference except not roaring and cheering.
Well, perhaps the warm atmosphere is a key reason. Even if they can't see the game, they can feel the charm of the top three to a certain extent.
Malfoy walked slowly along the path carefully, and then found that there were four forks in front of him suddenly and coincidentally. He quickly selected the leftmost one, and then walked on the road, which was then surprising. What happened, the entrance to the trail that he passed suddenly began to slip gradually and merged with the nearest entrance.
Soon, Furong ran towards the three forks with a little panting, and she decisively chose the rightmost one, because the path on the right seemed straighter, and there were some flowers and plants, which was more in line with her aesthetic.
What she didn't know was that at this time she had been cast a confusing spell fixed on the trail.
By the end, it was Harry Potter and Victor Krum that appeared in front of the fork. There are only two left and one right now on the fork.
"Which one do you choose?" Harry gasped and bent, his hands lined with his knees, and he actively asked Krum,
"Left." Krum replied, and then ran into the left side of the road, without blushing and beating, and appeared to be in excellent health.
There was no movement in the labyrinth. Time passed so quietly that the outside audience was anxiously waiting.
It was only ten minutes after the start of the game.
"Boo, bang!" Two consecutive fireworks fired from the venue one after another, the directions looked southwest and southeast respectively.
Bagman was shocked and said with regret: "It seems that this hegemony is a lot harder than we thought. Which two warriors will be out of the game?"
At the moment when fireworks flew to the sky, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick quickly entered the venue at the same time, rescued the dangerous warriors that might have appeared, and quickly brought them back.
The first to leave was Fleur Delacour. She was taken back to the venue by Professor McGonagall, but she didn't seem to be injured. The silver hair was slightly scattered on the forehead and her face was pale.
"Are you okay? Furong?" Mrs. Maxim didn't care about her school and the champion's miss at this time, but walked quickly and looked at her students with concern. She was afraid that she might be seriously injured.
"Mrs. Maxim, I'm fine." Furong said weakly. The battle just seemed to consume her physical strength and energy very much.
"I met a battle figure similar to the product of ancient alchemy. My charm magic has no effect on it." Furong had some regrets on his face.
"Even so, I think I still have the power to fight, provided there is no strange creature with fire on her body."
Hearing that, Hagrid, who was sitting on the side, twisted his body unconsciously. As a special guest, he also stayed with the referees.
"Okay, it's okay." Mrs. Maxim soothed the girl in front of her and didn't notice Hagrid's abnormality.
"Wickor! What happened? How are you doing!" Suddenly, Mrs. Maxim and Furong felt a violent shaking of the table in front of them, and it turned out that Kakarov stood up.
At this time, Flitwick was standing in front of Krum, leading him forward.
The robe on his body was now ragged, the corner of his forehead seemed to be broken, the blood left behind his face, and then solidified on his face again, seemingly indescribable and terrifying.
"Dumbledore, this is the timely rescue you said?" Kakarov questioned Dumbledore aside fiercely.
"He's okay." Flivi looked up at Kakarov, and said in a thin voice: "It just looks scary. I've given him a simple treatment of the wound, and then I should be more professional. The person is here."
"I'm okay, Mr. Kakalov." Krumm gasped and waved his hand, then Mrs. Pomfrey was pressed into a chair, and the head nurse raised the wand in her hand and started A spell was spoken to Krum’s forehead wound, and then the scary narrow wound began to heal quickly, at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"It's just a skin trauma." Madam Pomfrey sighed with relief after the treatment, and then turned to several referees.
"But you shouldn't be troubled now." Madam Pomfrey turned her head back immediately and said seriously to Krum who was trying to act, as if the warrior was now a student she could dispose of at will.
In her eyes, the process of treatment should be the same regardless of school differences.
"What's going on inside?" Kakarov had the opportunity to ask.
"I'm careless." Krum said with some frustration, "I really can't think of anything in it. A monkey ran in front of me~EbookFREE.me~ used its claws, then... . It stole my begging fireworks around my waist," he said regretfully.
"It's just a bit of a wound, there is no way to stop me." Krum said in a gruff voice.
"Cough cough..." Mrs. Maxim tried to suppress her laughter as much as possible, but couldn't suppress it. Kakarov's face was pale, but she couldn't attack.
He looked at Krum's embarrassed appearance and thought he had encountered something extremely dangerous.
"Okay, now we might be able to congratulate Hogwarts in advance on winning the Goblet of Fire." Bagman waved his hand and said to the audience with some excitement.
"Not necessarily." Kakarov said tentatively. "It may have been annihilated by the whole army." He speculated maliciously.
"What about Dumbledore?" He turned his head and looked behind him, only to find that Dumbledore behind him had now disappeared.
"He should have gone to the toilet." Percy speculated.