Hibiscus Chinensis came to the second fork. "Show me the way," she said softly, holding her wand flat on her palm.
She twirled her wand and pointed to the dense hedge on her right. That was north. She knew that she had to walk northwest to get to the center of the maze. The best way was to take the path on the left and turn right as soon as possible.
Hibiscus Chinensis was about to move when she suddenly heard movement behind her. She hurriedly waved her wand to defend herself, but the light from her wand shone on a gloomy Krum who had suddenly appeared from the path on her right.
"Krum, are there any monsters on your side?" Hibiscus Chinensis had just asked when she saw Krum raise his arm and point his wand at her.
"Armor Protection." Hibiscus Chinensis reacted quickly and quickly protected herself. She raised her wand high and looked at Krum warily.
The audience outside the arena exclaimed, "Krum is in second place. Why isn't he looking for a medal? Why is he attacking Hibiscus Chinensis, who is in fourth place?"
"It's not written in the rules that we can't attack other Warriors. Maybe he has other plans."
Dumbledore stared at Krum on the screen with a solemn expression. He sensed that something was wrong.
Krum didn't stop after his attack missed. Instead, he continued to cast a Stun Spell and shot it directly at Hibiscus Chinensis's face.
Hibiscus Chinensis quickly dodged and began to fight back without hesitation.
It wasn't just Krum. Carla Rogers was attacking Bruck Hernandez like a madwoman.
"Crazy woman, why are you bothering me instead of looking for a medal?" Bruck scolded Carla in exasperation as he tried to fend off the attacks.
In the stands, Mr. Harris looked at his pocket watch and Porter's approximate position. His eyes flashed as he took half a step forward and approached Foggy on his left. He lowered his head and said softly, "Minister, I have something to do. Please allow me to excuse myself."
Although Foggy didn't know what Mr. Harris was going to do, he always enjoyed Mr. Harris's respectful attitude. He nodded slightly and let Mr. Harris leave.
Allen quickly followed the minotaur until he saw a strange golden fog floating in front of him. The minotaur swung his axe and crashed into it.
"Illusion." Allen focused on probing for a bit, and found that in the enchanted fog, the world had been turned upside down. The minotaur was hanging upside down, as if it could fall into the bottomless sky at any moment. He hung there in bewilderment, his feet seeming to be glued to the grass which was now the ceiling, and below him the endless starry black sky. He felt that as soon as he lifted his foot, he would immediately fall.
"Take a step forward," Allen ordered.
It was precisely because of the minotaur's low intelligence that he didn't care about the endless void below him in such a terrifying situation. He took a step forward without hesitation, and his world immediately returned to its original state. The minotaur shook his head in confusion, then continued to run forward without looking back.
Allen looked at the golden fog, which shone at him under the moonlight. Allen waved his magic wand, and the golden fog disappeared without a trace.
The minotaur crashed into a road on the right. He ran along the road and saw light ahead. The trophy on the base a hundred meters away shone with an alluring light.
Allen waved his magic wand, and the minotaur's figure disappeared.
In front of the shining trophy and the championship medal, Allen did not touch them easily. After confirming that they were not cursed, Allen cast a spell on them to detect the key to the door. "As I guessed, these two are indeed not the key to the door."
Allen took the championship medal, but did not leave the maze. Instead, he leaned his body against the trophy and waited in the same place.
The moment Allen took the medal, the cheers from the audience were deafening. The little wizards from Hogwarts jumped from their seats, cheering and celebrating.
"Our champion for this competition has been decided. He is from Hogwarts — Allen Harris!" Bagman cheered happily, looking as if he was happier than when England won the World Cup in Quidditch.
After a while, Harry ran over from the other end of the path, panting amid the loud cheers outside the field. His hands were shaking badly. After seeing Allen, he seemed to be unable to support his body weight. He leaned against the hedge and gasped for breath.
"Harry, are you okay?" Allen walked over to Harry.
"Congratulations, Allen, I heard the cheers." Harry panted and said to Allen, "The Hogwarts is the champion."
"So is the runner-up." Allen carefully supported Harry.
At the same time, the vague male voice sounded in Harry's mind again. Harry, who had the experience of talking before, was not surprised. He listened quietly.
"Harry, listen, the medal you will touch in a moment should be a door key secretly made by the Death Eaters. It will teleport the person who touches it to the place where the Lord Voldemort is." Hearing this, Harry suddenly raised his head.
Harry looked a little embarrassed. "Allen, I was accidentally hurt by a wandering monster when I followed the path you showed me. I'm afraid there's no way to …" Harry blamed himself. He had found a shortcut with Allen's help, but he still got hurt. "I can't wave my wand accurately cast spells now."
"Let me see." Allen reached out and held up Harry's injured palm.
Because he was forced to do a lot of housework when he was a child, there were many curved wounds on his palm that were constantly bleeding.
Allen's other hand slowly stroked Harry's wound across the air. The wound immediately began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood that flowed out began to flow back.
This move attracted cheers from the little wizards outside the field. Even Madam Pomfrey could not help but nod. Allen did not use his wand when he performed the healing magic. His mother, Madam Harris, and his sister were quite famous in St. Mungo Hospital because of this family skill.
Dumbledore lowered his eyes and unconsciously glanced at the inner part of his thigh under his robe. The amazing German wizard had also treated him like this.
"My friend, the sooner we find the Lord Voldemort, the sooner both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World will be free from suffering. The medal I gave you, Harry, is not the version of Aura. There are not many people I can trust with it." Allen could see that Harry Potter was very nervous now. He whispered in Harry's mind, "Very few, but you, you are different from the others. We have known each other since we were in the Muggle Academy. I will go with you and hide not far away. If I get too close, I will be discovered by the Lord Voldemort and cause him to escape. So, as long as you are sure that the Lord Voldemort is coming, touch this sign, and Dumbledore and I will come to you. You know, I don't quite agree with Dumbledore's decision to use you as bait, but obviously he doesn't think so. But Harry, after this is done, you will be the real savior of the Wizarding World. "
Harry nodded and took a deep breath. His eyes were firm.
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