Under the temptation of strawberry preserves, Valen quickly explained what happened. But obviously, it was a beat slower than Hermione. Before realizing the seriousness of the problem, Hermione awkwardly fed it a few pieces of dried fruit and left with the magic notebook given by Felix.

"Professor, I think Valen just made an unintentional mistake." She tried to make up for the previous mistake before leaving.

Valen blinked. What does unintentional mistake mean?

"I understand," Felix said while holding Valen. Hermione hesitated for a few seconds and tiptoed to leave. He called her from behind. "Miss Granger, you can refer to Nick's magic notebook to try to repair the time converter, but no matter what the result is, remember, don't use it and don't put yourself in danger."

"I promise you, professor." Hermione said.

Felix watched the door close, and then turned his eyes to Valen sitting on his knees. It half-closed its eyes and patted his thigh with great enjoyment. "Chiji! (Keep feeding!)" Felix was amused by its leisurely look.

"Aren't you reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" he said.

Valen looked at him suspiciously.

"Some time ago you pestered me to tell you the story of 'The Fountain of Good Luck'," Felix said, "In fact, you will find that the story behind it is equally exciting, called 'The Wizard's Hairy Heart'..."

"Chi!" Valen was startled, "Chichi! Chichi! (Don't lie to me! That's a horror story!)"

"It's true, every story of Beedle the Bard has a metaphor," Felix said with a smile, "For example, the wizard used black magic to separate his heart from his body and locked it in a crystal box. He used this method to escape the harm of worldly feelings... Maybe this is the poet's artistic expression of the Horcrux; not to mention that this story warns us not to tamper with the deepest secrets of life at will."

At this point, he suddenly paused. Don't tamper with life at will. Then does his transformation into a magical creature count as tampering with life? He pondered this question. No matter what, he should be more cautious and careful. At least before the transformation is completed, staying in school and not going out is a good choice.

Who knows if he will bump into a noseless monster when he opens the door during his inspection of the company's branch?

A sweet taste suddenly appeared in his mouth. Felix came back to his senses and looked down to see Valen stretching out his little hand to put a strawberry preserve into his mouth.

"Chi Chi!"

Felix bit the sweet preserve and said vaguely: "Then let's change the story. How about "The Tale of the Three Brothers"? "Valen nodded vigorously. Who wants to hear the word "hair heart"? Isn't this an insult? It is used to describe cold and hard-hearted wizards?

He has read the whole set of "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick".

"Once upon a time, there were three brothers traveling on a secluded goat path. As dusk approached, they came to a turbulent river and met a man who called himself the god of death..."

On the other side, Hermione returned to the lounge holding a magic notebook.

"Has the letter been sent?" Harry asked. He lent his Hedwig to Hermione and asked her to write a letter home.

"Yes, I also brought this back." Hermione said proudly, waving the notebook in her hand, and Harry's eyes lit up. "Information on the time turner?" he asked in a low voice, and after receiving a positive response, he quickly sat down next to Hermione.

"Why don't I see Ron?" Hermione asked casually, while carefully opening the scroll.

"He went to the hall again to confirm whether the rules of the third project were posted." Harry said, he and Hermione soon found that the notebook was somewhat similar to the 'answer parchment'. He stared at the icons on it and couldn't wait to click on the icon that said "Nick Flamel Disassembly Plan".

"Wait, Harry." Hermione stopped him and said, "The professor suggested that we read the experimental data on the time turner collected by Nick Flamel first." She clicked on the first icon. It was a witch with a painful expression. Harry felt uncomfortable, but he quickly regained his spirits, and lines of text began to appear on the notebook.

"Elois Mintab? What did she do?" he asked curiously.

"Using personal experience to end all long-distance time and space travel." Hermione explained concisely.

After a while, Harry finished reading the experience of Eloise Mintab. He smacked his lips and wanted to express his thoughts. At this moment, Ron came back happily.

"The rules are out!" He shouted loudly, swishing the parchment in his hand, attracting the attention of everyone in the lounge. "I met Cedric and his friends, and Collins made a copy for me..."

Everyone gathered around curiously.

"Read it quickly!" Seamus shouted.

"Oh, uh... okay," Ron enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people. He cleared his throat and looked at the contents of the parchment. "First of all, the results of the first two projects are Cedric's team 126 points, Vagado 113 points, Beauxbatons 110 points, Durmstrang 100 points, and Ilvermorny 73 points."

"You forgot one." Neville reminded him.

"Is there?" Ron's smile was about to break.

"You forgot to say"

"Oh, that's it." Ron patted his forehead in a pretentious manner, "I forgot our results, gentlemen, ladies, are you ready for this moment?"

"Ron, if you still like the shape of your nose now, you'd better hurry up." Fred threatened maliciously.

"It's 128 points," Ron said honestly, "ranked first." He added.

The lounge was silent for a few seconds, and then a deafening cheer broke out, and everyone applauded in unison, "Well done!" Seamus waved his fist and shouted in vent.

Ron's face quickly turned red.

After a while, he squeezed out of the crowd and joined Harry and Hermione, with Ginny following behind him.

"They are too enthusiastic." Ron said in a deliberately understated tone, "I mean, it's not all my credit."

Ginny stared at him fiercely, as if there was something dirty on his face, which made Ron uncomfortable. He stammered, "Well, I admit that Harry and Hermione deserve more credit..."

Hermione snatched the parchment from his hand and read the specific rules on it. After a long while, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's much better than I thought."

"How?" Harry asked.

"Before you get the trophy, you don't have to worry about being attacked by other warrior teams. You only need to deal with the dangers of the maze itself. The person who gets the trophy will reveal his position every two minutes, which is convenient for the warriors of the same team and other teams to confirm the direction. As for who finds the person who gets the trophy first, it all depends on luck."

"What are they going to do?" Harry couldn't help asking, "How can I reveal my position if I get the trophy?"

"Well," Hermione glanced at the parchment quickly, "it says that the trophy will sing loudly, and the sound will last for ten seconds. The Weird Sisters have recorded a battle song specifically for this purpose. Another important point is that we must abide by the internationally accepted dueling competition rules, which means that dark magic will be banned and there will be strict restrictions on curses. The stinging curses we practiced before may not be useful..."

Hermione continued to say more than a dozen restrictive rules, such as prohibiting the use of lethal spells to attack the warriors themselves. If one of the parties loses consciousness at the end of the battle, such as being hit by a coma spell, the winning warrior must take the initiative to send a signal to summon patrolling guards.

"...Finally, you will get out of the maze through the trophy, which is the portkey, and the game will end." Hermione raised her head.

"So the key to the game is to get the trophy first, and then" Ginny said slowly.

"Keep mobile." Hermione said.

"Be careful not to be ambushed." This was Ron's answer.

"Defeat the opponent quickly." Harry answered without hesitation. The other three looked at him at the same time, and he explained: "I think the later you get, the easier it is to be exposed. It's useless to just hide, because you may run into others at any time."