Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The weather is getting warmer, but it is still a bit cold outside the castle.

The little wizards who are eating breakfast in the auditorium can hear the gust of wind roaring outside the window from time to time, and the forbidden forest in the distance is buzzing, and everyone sitting in the castle can hear it vaguely.

Fortunately, the blue sky and bright sunshine gave everyone a good mood.

Today is February 24th, the day when the second event of the Tri-finals will begin.

At this moment, Maca is sitting at the long table, enjoying a hearty breakfast slowly.On the side of his dinner plate, he left the box he obtained from the previous project.

"McLean, why don't you hurry up?" Professor Orson muttered to the side. "It's eight thirty, and only one hour left... I know you should be pretty sure, but... more You can't be wrong to prepare."

It can be seen that he still values ​​the honor of Durmstrang.Maca is still only in second place, which makes him a little unable to sit still.

"I think you should worry about yourself... the members of the referee team should be there first, don't they?" Maca said casually while chewing on the grilled sausage.

"Oh-yes, that's right-but you are the one who races, McLean!" Orson said, and took out his pocket watch again to take a look. "Okay, okay! I really have to go first... …Remember to hurry up!"

Maca waved his hand casually, indicating that he knew it.

When Professor Orson hurriedly left the auditorium again, Maca was still eating slowly, looking not at all anxious.

When the students in the auditorium were gradually leaving and there were fewer and fewer people, he wiped his mouth and stood up with the box.

"McLean, the game is about to begin... As a Warrior, you should enter the court as soon as possible to prepare."

A voice rang from behind Maca, and he turned his head, only to find that it was Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department.

"Oh, of course-I'm going to go there!" Maca nodded slightly, "Mr. Crouch, aren't you sick? Are you okay?"

"It's okay for you to worry about it, I've already let...Well, Wetherby go back." Crouch is still the serious face that is tight at all times, and he still talks about business affairs.

Of course, I still can't remember Percy Weasley's name.

"Please! The Warriors are already in the resting place..."

After Mr. Crouch said, he turned around and walked out the gate of the auditorium first, as if he was trying to lead Maca.

The venue of the game is still set in the wall where the first event was held.

In fact, venue preparations have been made there since last week.Dumbledore once again participated in the construction of the competition venue, but in terms of the time it took, the venue setup this time was obviously more complicated than the last time.

"Mr. Crouch, I think...There are some things we must talk about first..." Maca, who had been following Crouch, suddenly stopped him, "Yes, about this riot. ."

"What are you talking about? What'riot'?" Crouch looked back, frowning with a puzzled look.

"Stop acting, no one has heard here-we must talk about it so that we don't go wrong then!" Maca said impatiently, "understand?"

"I don't even know what you're talking about—" Crouch frowned more tightly, and he looked at Maca with a strange expression on his face.

But Maca snorted slightly, and Crouch immediately felt something against his stomach.

"I don't know what I'm talking about? Then do I need to remember it for you, eh?" Maca tilted his head and said, "Minibus—"

"Enough! Alright!" Crouch suddenly dropped his shoulders and lowered his voice. "Don't call my name here! Okay, let's talk, talk about... this way!"

Originally there were very few people here-most of them had already rushed to the playing field, and the small movements of the two did not attract anyone's attention.

One after another, they quickly walked away from the open space in front of the castle, turned a corner, and walked into a garden on the side.

At the same time, in the tent with the wooden sign "Warrior Resting Place" erected on the side of the competition field...

"I...I'm here..." Harry said breathlessly, slipping on the tent, and then fell to Fleur's feet.

"Oh!"

Fleur, who was looking at the box in her hand, was taken aback, and she shrank her feet quickly-fortunately, Harry didn't sit on the back of her instep, otherwise today's game would be troublesome.

You know, she was originally upset by what was in the box!

"Oh-where did you go?" Ludo Bagman reached out and helped Harry up. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm okay—" Harry stood firmly, then waved his hands repeatedly, "Am I late?"

"Well... was originally late, but..." Ludo Bagman saw Harry, as if a stone in his heart fell to the ground, he spread his hand easily, "Look, Mr. Crouch and Mr. McLean hasn’t arrived yet! The game can only be postponed slightly...you can take a breath."

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Mrs. Maxim seemed unhappy to see him... Judging from the expression on her face, it was obvious that he thought he would not show up.

Of course, she actually prefers to see Maca stop showing up.Because in her opinion, even if Harry is still ranked first, But Busbarton's biggest threat is Maca McLean.

As for Professor Orson, he is standing outside the tent and looking into the distance!

Harry bent down, leaning on his knees with his hands, panting heavily.Probably because he ran too fast, his chest and abdomen were suddenly painful, as if a knife had been inserted between his ribs.

"Are you okay?" Hermione walked over, looking at Harry worriedly, "Why are you here now? I didn't see you all morning with Ron--"

"I'm looking up materials in the library," Harry and Hermione stepped aside, and he said softly, "I have to be prepared-you know, I am not as smart as you and Maca -"

But Hermione obviously didn't agree with Harry's behavior. She disapproved and said honestly: "You should have done this earlier, didn't you? I have urged you many times, but you always think there is still a lot of time..."

"It's not because of the news that Moody's revealed that night..." Harry pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and subconsciously raised the waistband of his trousers—the belt seemed a little loose after a sprint just now.

"Don't say it here!" Hermione winked at Harry quickly so as not to say everything he shouldn't say.

At this moment, a voice came in clearly from outside the tent.

"Oh—thank Merlin! You finally came—"

"Am I late?"

Those are the voices of Professor Orson and Maca. Everyone is familiar with these two voices, and they can be distinguished by hearing them.

Sure enough, Maca and Professor Orson walked in from the tent side by side.

"It looks like I just caught up?" Maca looked around and asked in a puzzled way, "Where is Percy?"

"Originally, Mr. Crouch had returned today, but he left for a while, and he hasn't come back yet!" Ludo Bagman shrugged, "Did you not meet him when you came?"

"Sorry, I don't think I met Mr. Crouch." Maca also shrugged and replied calmly.

"Well—" Bagman pondered, then turned to look at Dumbledore and other principals. "What should I do? Will I have to wait a while to see?"

"I'll go and ask the teachers to help you find it later. The game can't be delayed any longer... Let's start now!" Dumbledore looked at Orson and Mrs. Maxime left and right. After he confirmed, he said decisively.

Bagman nodded immediately and announced to the four warriors: "Then, warriors, please choose a doorway in the wall and stand, and wait for the order to begin!"

The walls that originally had doorways on all four sides have now been blocked. Only one wall has opened four small doorways that only allow one person to pass through.

The four warriors discussed with each other, and then walked to their respective selected doorways.

"How about, Harry?" Bagman led Harry a few steps forward, avoiding the others, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what you are going to do?"

"I know." Harry replied, panting, while gently massaging his ribs-the pain caused by the running just now has not completely disappeared, he still has a slight pain in his ribs now!

Bagman squeezed Harry's shoulder hard, then walked to the referee's table above the fence.

After a while, he came to his place and pointed his wand to his throat.

"The voice is loud!"

So his voice passed through the ears of all the audience like thunder.

"I believe everyone has been a little impatient for waiting, but I think everyone's waiting must be worth it!" His voice easily suppressed the buzzing in the wall stands, "In fact, I am just like everyone else. I can’t wait! But I have to tell everyone about the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, right?"

Bagman paused, and then said loudly: "As you can see, this is a huge maze! I think everyone has to understand that the walls of this maze are intertwined with thorns of doom! In this maze , The first thing the warriors have to face is these thorny tentacles that will attack you inadvertently from time to time!"

"Of course, this maze is obviously not that simple! Because everywhere in the maze—yes, it’s'everywhere'! There are dangers hidden everywhere in the maze, there are creatures, organs, puzzles... believe me , There are definitely difficulties here! If you are not careful, you will be wiped out!"

"And in each warrior's box, in addition to the most important clues, there is also an eighth map of this maze! They are naturally different, as to whether it will help the warrior who holds it. To win-who knows?"

"Yes...then, the last thing! The mission that the Warriors will challenge is—"