In the last week of May, Professor McGonagall kept them after Transfiguration.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, you will go to the room next to the Great Hall downstairs at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall said to them, "Mr. Bagman will tell the warriors there what the third task is."

Coming out of the Transfiguration classroom, they stood in the corridor and looked towards the Forbidden Forest. A group of staff were crossing the grounds.

"What are they going to do?" Harry asked puzzled, "Looks like they are going to the Quidditch pitch."

They stayed for a few minutes, and these people turned a corner in front of the Quidditch pitch and walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. There were still ten minutes before the History of Magic class, and they hurried to the classroom.

When the bell rang, the ghost Professor Binns floated in through the wall, lecturing in the same monotonous voice for decades.

"Even the delicious food in Room 7 can't save him." Ron said.

Harry seemed very irritated. He was now eager to know what the third task was. After preparing for so long, he was more confident than in the previous two games, but his focus was undoubtedly shifted to other places.

Should he ask Hermione where she got the information about Voldemort? He couldn't help thinking about it, and at the same time imagined that after he knew the source of the information, he could take advantage of the summer vacation to investigate. Sirius would definitely not refuse this request. He could help him cover up, so that the Ministry of Magic would not be sure whether he used magic outside the school...

Harry looked at his watch, which had stopped. He turned his head to look at Ron to ask the time. Ron had a blank expression on his face and nodded his head. Harry didn't want to disturb Ron's sweet dream. He took off his broken watch and put it in his pocket. His fingertips touched a hard object. He took it out and saw that it was a gray hourglass.

It was given to him by Valen. He didn't know when it was hidden in the deepest part of his pocket. He forgot.

Harry stared at the dark golden sand solidified in the hourglass, thinking about his own things.

He suddenly thought of an idea. Harry was surprised by this idea. He looked around - no one was looking at him, so Harry quickly took out a piece of parchment, wrote a line on it and handed it to Hermione who was concentrating on taking notes.

This is also what Harry admires. Although Hermione also thinks that the History of Magic course is boring, she can always listen and use this knowledge at the right time. At this time, Hermione looked at the parchment that suddenly appeared on the History of Magic textbook, and she puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

Harry signaled her to look at the words on it with his eyes. Hermione lowered her head and read it. The small words on it read: "Did you take the abandoned time converter?"

Hermione nodded slightly, lowered her head even lower, and pulled out a thin gold chain from her collar. Harry's eyes widened, watching her put a golden timer on the parchment and gently pushed it to him.

"Thank you." Harry muttered softly, and couldn't wait to pick up the golden timer. According to Hermione, a complete time converter will glow, but the one in front of him looks very old. Its core is an hourglass with spherical ends, and several circles of metal ring brackets are wrapped around it. There are also knobs that can be adjusted on the edge.

Harry took a deep breath, held his breath, and put the gray hourglass and the time-turner together. He was surprised to find that the heights of the two hourglasses were almost exactly the same. Exactly the same... can they be replaced? He tried to pry the time-turner apart, but the hourglass didn't move at all.

He had to stop and didn't dare to continue. Harry raised his head guiltily, and met Hermione's shocked eyes.

"How did you think of that?"

Hermione asked impatiently as soon as the class was over. At this time, they had just come out of the History of Magic class. In the last half hour, Hermione forgot about Professor Binns on the podium for the first time - "Giants are cruel by nature. The number of people they killed by killing each other is more than other reasons combined..." - she only kept looking at the hourglass and the broken time-turner in Harry's hand, her eyes shining.

"I don't know. It's just... a flash of inspiration?" Harry said innocently, and Ron looked at the two of them with some confusion.

They finished their meal quickly and walked through the door of the common room. Fred and George were promoting a new product with their good friend Lee Jordan. It was a hat-shaped thing. Normally, Harry would definitely go over to take a look. The twins' products were usually very interesting - as long as they were not used on him.

But today they walked straight past the crowd, ignoring the exclamations around them, and walked directly to a hidden corner. At the signal of Hermione's eyes, Harry took out the hourglass and the golden timer. He deliberately put them together, especially the two different hourglasses.

"Hiss~" Ron gasped. "Could it be--"

"Yeah, we thought so too," Hermione said excitedly, "I hadn't noticed it before! Even though they are about the same size... but... who would have thought of putting them together? One comes from an ancient Greek dark wizard thousands of years ago, and the other comes from the late alchemist Nicolas Flamel."

Ron picked up the gray hourglass and shook it vigorously. The dark golden substance inside solidified into a lump, sticking to the inner wall of the glass without moving. "Except for one thing," he said, "they are all broken. Hermione, you're wasting your time. You said it yourself that Professor Happ checked it."

"Oh, oh..." Hermione said perfunctorily, "But Professor Happ probably doesn't know that Valen secretly took the goblin's hourglass. In his impression, he has asked Valen to return everything."

Harry's heart began to pound, and he suddenly realized that if the golden timer could be repaired, they would have a time converter that was not restricted by the Ministry of Magic, although he didn't know what to use it for. Hermione had mentioned a lot of restrictions before.

But if an accident really happened, like the one on the covered bridge, if Hermione hadn't had the time-turner in her hand and hadn't found Professor Happ in time to save the situation, one or two of them might have died, and at least Peter Pettigrew would have a high chance of escaping.

Harry showed that he was very concerned about this matter, "Let's try it anyway! What if it succeeds?"

"The problem is, how can we take it apart..." Hermione frowned. "

Well, we don't have any tools. Is there a store in Hogsmeade that sells pliers?" Harry asked.

"Don't be silly," Hermione said, "It's more sophisticated than anything you've ever seen. It's definitely not something that a pair of pliers or a screwdriver can solve... Let me think about it," she repeatedly looked at the broken golden timer and muttered to herself, "No... This is definitely not something we can handle, unless..." "

Unless what?"

"Unless we can get the research data of our predecessors." Hermione said decisively.

"You mean-" Ron stared at her.

"This broken time-turner once belonged to Nicolas Flamel. The professor mentioned that Mr. Nicolas Flamel left behind a lot of things. I thought, well, if the professor allows Valen to give the broken time-turner away, then he shouldn't mind us looking through some of the information..."

"Why don't we just ask Professor Happ for help?" Ron asked in confusion. He reminded him, "This is the fastest way."

"Of course," Hermione said seriously, "but we have to at least show some evidence, right?"

At 8:30 in the evening, they came out of the lounge and went downstairs to the Great Hall. Along the way, Ron asked Harry about the appearance of screwdrivers. Harry first explained the use of screws, and then explained the different types of screwdrivers. "There is a tool box with tools of various sizes in it. They can also unscrew nuts--" "

What is that?" Ron asked in surprise. "Dad will definitely like it. He has collected a drawer of switches."

In the hallway, they met the warriors of Beauxbatons. Fleur greeted Harry enthusiastically and leaned over to kiss him on the cheeks. Ron showed an expectant expression on his face, Hermione snorted in dissatisfaction, and the expressions on the faces of the two boys were dizzy.

When he came to his senses, Harry found that he was already sitting on the sofa in the room next to the Great Hall. The big man from Vagado was smiling at him silly. It was really strange. How did he sit down? He had no recollection of walking through the Great Hall.

"...My sister Gabrielle will be here next month, with Mum and Dad. A few days earlier than the third project..." Fleur said cheerfully. Harry looked around. Ron was sitting with him, staring at Fleur with the same fascination. Where was Hermione? The next second he saw Hermione, who had sat with Collins.

They waited until almost ten o'clock, when the lights were about to go out, when Bagman came in.

He was wearing a pair of yellow overalls that looked like an oversized baby suit. He looked quite tired, and his short blond hair was stuck to his forehead by sweat. He forced himself to stretch out his hands and looked at the warriors in the room.

"Hello!" he said.

"First of all, I want to congratulate everyone. Yes, that's right. The competition has finally reached the final stage smoothly. I think it is something worth celebrating for both you and me." Bagman wiped the sweat from his forehead. "To be honest, I've been exhausted recently. I just communicated with the staff about the competition venue today. There are too many problems. Fortunately, Hagrid helped to give advice..." Harry and Ron exchanged horrified looks. "

After the competition is over, I must apply for leave... Ahem, let's get back to the topic. The third project-" He blinked, "is a maze. The third project is very simple and clear. The trophy of the Triwizard Tournament is placed at the top of the maze. The team that can touch it first will get full marks."

"The top?" Krum asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Bagman smoothed the straps on his chest, "I never said there was only one level in the maze, right?"

"So we just have to pass through the maze?" Fleur said, and she confirmed, "Find the right way?"

"Of course not, Miss Delacour," Bagman shook his head, his voice became cheerful, "Hagrid provided a lot of animals... there are some spells that must be lifted... and so on. This is a competition of speed. The team of warriors with the leading score will enter the maze first. We will post the scores and order of the two games in the hallway. It's too late today, we have to wait until tomorrow..." "

In addition, there is one more thing I need to remind you. Attacking each other in the maze castle is not allowed-we will supervise the whole process-but you can snatch the trophy, of course, only when the same team is not gathered together." Bagman looked at the warriors staring at him blankly, and a smile appeared on his round face. "You will find that the trophy is a door key. When three people in a team touch it at the same time, it will work and take you out of the maze."

The room suddenly became very quiet. Bagman waited for a few seconds, then stood on tiptoe uneasily, "That's it! Warriors!"

...

"I can't believe it! They actually allow warriors to fight!" Ron said in disbelief. As soon as they came out of the hall, he couldn't wait to express his opinion.

"It's not fighting, it's snatching the trophy." Harry corrected him without thinking, he thought it was normal, and a faint voice in his heart was eager to try.

"But - if we don't attack the other party, how can we get the trophy from him?" Ron asked.

Harry also hesitated, "I guess there will be restrictions, such as not being allowed to use curses or something... Bagman said he will post the details tomorrow."

"I still think we have to be careful." Ron said.

At this time, Harry noticed that Hermione had been silent, and he looked at her curiously, "Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, uh," Hermione adjusted her hair in a panic, "Remember what Bagman said, the parents of the warriors will be invited to watch the game, I haven't told my family yet... In fact, um," she looked at Harry and Ron cautiously, "I made up some lies. I said in the letter to them... There is only one warrior in each school, and Hogwarts has two because of an accident... Of course the other one is not me... Oh, God, I told them that the second warrior is Harry."

Harry and Ron opened their mouths in surprise.