Ludo stretched out his hand and pointed to the dean and professors standing beside him.

McGonagall shook her hat, with a huge red star on it. The other headmasters did the same, even Professor Snape put on his hat after a long absence.

Only Hagrid was different, he had a red star embroidered on the back of his vest.

There were no large hats to suit his size, and he was not used to wearing one.

"Mr. Ludo said a lot." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face, "But I hope you will pay more attention to your own safety before you pay attention to honor."

"Anyone, including you, Mr. Potter."

"Compared to the Tri-Power trophy, you are the most important treasure of every school."

"If you encounter something that is difficult to deal with, don't be stubborn. Just send out a spark and we will rush to rescue you as soon as possible."

Maxim and Karkaroff did not put on any sneering or disdainful expressions on their faces as they did to Ludo just now.

They respected McGonagall, the deputy headmistress who was much more reliable than Dumbledore and kept Hogwarts in good order.

Ludo cleared his throat and focused his eyes on Harry: "Suppose, I just say if, you attack other warriors in the maze and successfully knock them out."

"Then we must send out sparks. Even if we are awake, the maze is very dangerous, let alone if we are unconscious."

"He lost his qualification to continue the competition after he fell unconscious."

Maxim and Karkaroff looked at him, gritting their teeth.

What's the meaning!

What does this mean?

Instigate Porter to attack the warriors of his two families?

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, seemed to be about to say something, and finally sighed. She still chose to believe Harry. The little lion of Gryffindor would not be as shameless and without bottom line as Ludo.

"Okay, let's get out there and get ready for tonight's game!"

Ludo clapped his hands and spoke passionately. He couldn't wait to hug those lovely Garlons - he had used most of the money he earned from the first two rounds of projects to pay off debts, and now he didn't have much left and couldn't afford a good life.

The warriors were almost pushed out by him.

The professors ran out of the maze, and Ludo and others walked up to the judges' seat.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. It's the final round of the Triwizard Tournament!" Before the others took their seats, Ludo couldn't wait to speak and cheered.

The audience cheered with him.

Various fireworks, portraits of the Three Warriors, and more lions and griffins.

The Dursleys, sitting in the special seats, were somewhat bewildered.

It was their first time to participate in the wizards' ceremony.

"First, let's review the results of the first two rounds." Ludo waved his wand, and a firework fell into his hand. He pulled it and it exploded in the air. "First place, Harry Potter from Hogwarts, scored 91 in two rounds!"

A curtain flickered, projecting Harry standing in front of the judge's bench.

"Potter!"

"Potter!"

The young wizards at Hogwarts were calling out his name.

Vernon looked around and muttered, "That Harry boy is quite popular?"

Hermione, who was sitting next to him, raised her head proudly. "Of course, Harry is the best student in the whole school and the best Quidditch seeker. Well, you can think of it as a striker in football."

"Is it the Baggio type?" Dudley's eyes lit up.

Hermione shook her head. "I don't know much about football, but if he is a world star, he is indeed on par with Harry."

Dudley stared at his brother's figure on the screen with wide eyes. It was hard to imagine that he would be a star like Baggio.

Ludo flicked his wand and another firework flew over. He lit it and it exploded. What appeared was Krum's image. "Second place, Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, with a score of 62!"

The second curtain lit up, and Krum's thin, somewhat sinister face almost instantly filled the entire screen.

"Ninety-one? Sixty-two?" As a well-educated man who was not bad at math, Vernon immediately noticed the huge difference between the two numbers. "Why is there such a big difference?"

"Harry is excellent!" Hermione became even more proud.

Ron chimed in: "And this Krum is also a very good seeker. He is the most famous Quidditch seeker in the entire wizarding world."

Penny nodded, her head held high, proud of her nephew.

Dudley was surprised: "So Harry is not Baggio, but Maradona?"

Ron and Hermione were silent.

They cannot express any opinions; the cultural gap is thicker than any barrier.

Ludo was still introducing them. He took out Fleur's fireworks: "Third place, Miss Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, with a score of fifty-eight points!"

Fleur's face appeared on the third curtain.

Fenon couldn't help but exclaim that she was so beautiful, but in the blink of an eye, he was pinched by Penny and screamed.

Ludo introduced the rules again, and all the little wizards were waiting for him to announce the start of the competition.

"But before the competition begins, I have to say something else." Ludo cleared his throat, "Let us thank Weasley's Joke Workshop for its help and support for the last project of this Triwizard Tournament!"

In the audience, George and Fred stood up and politely bowed and took off their hats to the people around them.

"The last project is extremely dangerous. Even the most elite Aurors would find it difficult to stay safely inside. We originally gave up on live broadcasting."

"But luckily we have the support of the Weasley brothers."

"Their alchemical tools not only allow us to see the images in real time, but also hear the sounds!"

Molly and Arthur looked at their two children in surprise.

Besides making trouble, playing pranks and not doing their jobs, they actually have such abilities?

"The Weasley Joke Workshop will provide the best magic props in the entire wizarding world!" Ludo spared no effort to advertise for them. "The address is next to Ollivander's Wand Shop in Diagon Alley, and it also supports owl delivery!"

George and Fred took out fireworks and shot their heads into the sky.

Ludo raised his wand and shot out a beam of red fire, "Now, Mr. Potter, be ready. Please walk to the front of the maze and listen for my whistle."

Harry walked over.

"Three, two, one..."

After Ludo finished the countdown, he blew the whistle hard.

Harry stepped inside.

A sophisticated magic was cast in the maze. As soon as I stepped over the line, I could no longer hear any cheers from the audience, but only the sound of densely packed creatures crawling.

The vision also became extremely dark.

He raised his wand.

"Lumos."

Under the shining white light, he was not in a hurry to move forward. Instead, he sniffed, trying to analyze the traces left by the wizards when they built the maze. But Dumbledore did not forget this. He was very fair and was afraid that Harry's keen senses would be assisted by "outsiders" and all the smells before the maze was built would be wiped out.

He raised his foot and walked to the left.

Three-Power Cup?

Harry was not in a hurry to get the thing. He would walk around in the maze more often, just in case he came across some suitable materials...

Outside the maze.

A minute later, Ludo released a spark and blew a whistle, allowing Krum to enter the maze.

After he entered, he just used the "fluorescent flash" and then there was no movement. He just stood quietly at the door.

Karkaroff pounded the table in frustration.

It was already at a disadvantage, so why is it now like a turtle, standing still?

Is this just giving up on yourself?

Another minute later.

Fleur walked in and she immediately noticed Krum at the door. She took a deep breath and pressed herself against the entrance. "Are you not ready to leave yet?"

"Let's join forces." Krum went straight to the point.

Furong was stunned.

"Potter is very strong." Krum said firmly, "And he is very sharp. I think we have all seen the first and second rounds of projects. Have you heard about it? He solved the puzzle the day after he got the golden egg."

Fleur nodded.

Of course she had heard about this matter, but unfortunately the little lions kept their mouths shut on this matter. Even though she used a lot of Veela magic, she was unable to get any useful information from the little lions.

In the end, it was Maxim who asked Hagrid for advice, and only then did she know that the golden eggs had to be soaked in water.

"We can't match him in terms of personal ability," Krum continued. "I'm afraid we can't match him in terms of finding the way either."

Furong narrowed her eyes, thinking: "So you want to stay here and wait for him to take out the Triwizard Cup, and then take it away?"

Their conversation was heard clearly by all the audience.

"Despicable and shameless!" Hermione shook her fist and cursed under her breath.

In the referee's booth, commentator Ludo didn't even try to hide anything this time. He stood on Harry's side bluntly: "The weak ones banded together and tried to use tricks to harm the strong ones."

“This is really the best thing for them to do at this moment.”

"But if they only block the entrance, it will be difficult to stop Mr. Potter at this distance. After all, even a dragon can't stop him!"

"But if they choose to wait on one road, then I can only say that they are making a wrong decision. There is more than one road to the Tri-Power Cup."

"I'm afraid these two warriors of ours will have wasted their time."

What Ludo could think of, Fleur could think of, and Krum was no exception.

Facing Furong's question, he nodded: "Of course, but this is not safe enough. My suggestion is that we explore the nearby roads."

As he spoke, Krum waved his wand and produced two pieces of parchment.

"Explore all the roads leading to the exit around here, set up traps, and wait for Potter."

His English is not very good and he speaks very slowly.

"That's a good idea." Furong took the parchment and played with it in her hands, "But who will get the final three cups?"

"I'm afraid I'm no match for you, Mr. Krum. Doesn't that mean I'm helping you win the trophy?"

She paused and said, "Compared to you, Mr. Potter looks more like me."

"And I hate your headmaster. Instead of letting Durmstrang win the Triwizard Tournament, it's better to let Hogwarts win it. Mr. Potter deserves it, doesn't he?"

She seemed to have forgotten that sound could be heard, perhaps on purpose.

Karkaroff's face turned blue with anger.

Maxime and Ludo stifled their laughter.

Krum hesitated and sighed heavily: "Of course, I know this, so let's make a deal."

"Whoever Mr. Potter falls into will get to take the Triwizard Cup away with him. What do you think?"

Furong thought for a while, then raised her wand and said, "Of course, it's a deal."

Krum raised his wand as well.

The two wands crossed, forming a contract, and the aura of magic bound them both.

One went left and the other went right and began to explore the surrounding environment.

In the commentary booth, Ludo's voice sounded a little anxious: "We saw a scene that was unfavorable to Mr. Porter, and the remaining two warriors joined forces."

"They realised they were no match for Mr Porter on their own."

"Maybe, I just said maybe, Mr. Potter can use a more 'smart' method. As the first person to enter the maze, he can completely defeat his opponents with spells like Mr. Krum did, and eliminate all opponents. He only needs to focus on finding the Triwizard Cup."

His words did not receive any approval.

Even the little lions of Gryffindor sneered.

Porter has strength!

He doesn't need to be as insidious and cunning as Slytherin. He can win fairly by relying on his hard power.

"Let's take a look at Mr. Potter..." Ludo continued to explain, looking at the curtain where Harry belonged, his voice became more panicked, "Oh my God, what is Mr. Potter doing?"

"At this time, he..."

"He's still collecting herbs?"

The maze is not full of dangers.

It almost completely simulates the ecology deep in the Forbidden Forest, and naturally there are some herbs. Harry just picked a piece of Dianthus and threw it into the Sorting Hat.

He was really not in a hurry at all and walked forward slowly and leisurely.

There was a faint smell of sulfur mixed with fish in the air.

It's a blasting-tailed skrewt.

Harry walked along the path.

Ever since these creatures entered adulthood, Hagrid no longer allowed the younger wizards to take care of them, and this became a subject for students in grades six and seven.

Harry hadn't seen them in a long time either.

As an adult, the blasting-tailed skrewt finally gets rid of the disgusting, rotten, and sticky feeling of its childhood, and looks like a giant scorpion with the claws of an eight-eyed giant spider and the shell of a hermit crab on its back.

The dark blue shell is shiny.

He does look a bit like what Hagrid called "handsome".

Ludo introduced: "Mr. Potter encountered his first crisis in the maze!"

"This is a new creature, a new species bred by Mr. Hagrid, the professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts, and it is authorized by the Ministry of Magic!"

“It does not violate the law prohibiting animal breeding experiments.”

"After review by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the danger level of this creature is tentatively rated as 4X. This does not mean that they are only 4X. Their father, or perhaps their mother, is a manticore with a danger level of 5X."

"We won't be able to learn more about them until Professor Hagrid publishes his paper in Fantastic Beasts."

"Let's see how Mr. Potter will handle it."

In the maze.

Harry looked at it, his eyes falling on the huge scorpion tail, which was somewhat difficult to pull out.

Very highly toxic.