Krum was better than Fleur.

The "traps" he set were not so conventional. He knew how to conceal magical fluctuations and even knew how to set up chain traps. If someone was not so experienced, they would usually only find the first trap, and when it was dismantled, the hidden second trap would be triggered.

But it still cannot escape the category of "paper talk".

He just read a few books and put it into use without much practice.

Harry waved his wand.

The traps were dismantled one by one, the magic dissipated, and the materials flew around. The useful ones flew into the hat with a "whoosh", and the useless ones were scattered on the ground.

Entrance to the maze.

The remaining two warriors frowned and looked in the same direction.

"My trap has been dismantled," Fleur sighed.

Krum gripped his wand tightly: "Me too."

He paused and said, "But this is good news."

Furong turned and looked at him in surprise.

The trap that I had worked hard on for more than ten minutes was dismantled so easily, with each trap disappearing in less than three seconds.

No hindrance caused!

"Did you calculate how long it took him to get in?" Krum asked her.

Furong was startled and counted on her fingers: "It should be almost an hour?"

"A full hour," Krum answered decisively, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. "The maze is the size of a standard Quidditch pitch."

"If there are no obstacles, it would only take five minutes to walk from here to the center of the court at Porter's pace."

"With the difficulties we just encountered, with his ability, even if he got lost, it would take at most twenty minutes to get there, and he would be back even faster, which means he should have appeared in front of us half an hour ago at the latest."

This was the first time he had spoken such a long paragraph.

In order to make it easier for Furong to understand and for the audience outside to understand, he still chose to use English, although it was halting, but not difficult to understand.

"But now he takes twice as long." Krum's eyes sparkled, as excited as when he spotted the Golden Snitch at the Quidditch World Cup.

"The difficulty increases as you go deeper into the maze." Furong nodded thoughtfully.

Krum clenched his fists. "Maybe he is still injured. Our tactics are correct."

"Whoever knocks out Porter last gets to take the trophy."

Fleur held her wand in her hand and said nothing, only looking behind Krum.

Krum turned around quickly.

Harry had walked out of the trap-filled path unharmed, and even his wet clothes had already dried.

"Potter!" Krum whispered his name, looking him up and down.

The robe was clean, but he could smell the pungent smell of blood, and there were dark red blood stains on the shoes and corners of the robe, indicating a huge amount of bleeding.

and……

It shouldn't be the blood of a magical creature. I don't sense any magic power. It seems to be human blood?

"Yes, it's human blood." Krum was thinking, and Harry nodded and answered him softly.

Krum was startled.

Furong was also surprised.

"I can't read minds." Harry shook his head slightly.

Furong glanced and fixed her eyes on his vertical pupils. She hadn't said anything yet, but he answered what was in her mind. And he said he couldn't read minds?

A special pair of eyes.

but……

How come I haven’t heard of it before?

Krum looked over in surprise and suspicion, his thoughts were similar to Fleur's.

"It's your face." Harry explained to them, "Although you didn't show any expression, your gaze was too obvious and your expression was too expectant."

"Do you hope that I will get hurt in the depths of the maze so that you will have more opportunities to attack me and snatch the Tri-Strike Cup?"

Krum and Fleur's eyes flickered.

In the referee's seat, Ludo stomped his feet in anger.

What nonsense!

Wouldn't it be better to knock them both out and get out directly?

"Don't feel guilty." Harry shook his head and shook the Triwizard trophy in his hand. "There's a huge gap between us. It's normal to want to take advantage of others."

Fleur and Krum lowered their heads in even greater shame.

"But unfortunately, it's human blood, but not my blood." Harry continued, "You have to face an uninjured me."

"Shall we do it now?"

"Or, seeing that I'm not injured, you've given up the idea of ​​fighting me?"

Furong didn't waste any time and started chanting the spell immediately.

"Fainted!"

Krum also waved his wand, and the Transfiguration spell twisted the nearby dead trees and branches into five pairs of withered claws, grabbing at his limbs.

Harry raised his hand and swung his wand lazily.

He chanted the spell lightly, "Spell stop!"

The Transfiguration Spell lost its effect, dead wood and branches fell to the ground, and the Sleeping Spell disappeared.

Even the surrounding fences made a "hissing" sound as they struggled to bear the weight, and Harry's "Stop Spell" even affected the hedge barrier that he had tried several spells on.

Krum and Fleur looked over with wide eyes in shock.

gap……

Is it this big?

Harry raised his eyebrows and cast another spell, and Krum and Fleur flew up immediately. He cast spells one after another, landing on them.

Krum's face turned blue and red.

Furong twisted her body and transformed into a bird form.

In the referee's seat.

Ludo stared at his watch and gritted his teeth. "One minute left! Only one minute left. Mr. Potter, what are you doing?"

Ms. Maxime frowned, looking unhappy.

But she could understand Harry's actions.

Something like that had just happened, so for safety's sake, they checked it out. Not only did he feel relieved, but they all felt relieved too.

Just before Fleur was about to transform completely, Harry flicked his wand, stopping the spell.

Furong didn't completely turn into a bird person.

In the audience, many wizards breathed a sigh of relief - they knew what a Veela was, and what a Veela would become, but if they watched a beautiful woman turn into a hideous bird...

It was like seeing a beautiful woman going to the bathroom in front of you, and it was stinking.

"Potter!" Fleur gritted her teeth, trembling with fear. "What do you want to do?"

"Madam Maxime will give you an explanation," Harry deadpanned, waving his wand to let them land, "Of course, you too, Mr. Krum. Karkaroff will give you an explanation, too."

They both nodded, their expressions filled with surprise and doubt.

My own principal...explain to myself?

Do they know?

Harry was playing with the Triwizard Cup. The spells he had just cast were able to remove the Polyjuice Potion, the Disguisemagus, and even attempted to block the Imperius Curse.

They don't have these effects.

The three men stood facing each other.

"Are you still going to attack me?" After a while, Harry sorted out the order, but still couldn't grasp any ideas. He shook his head and looked at the two people who were still blocking his way.

Fleur and Krum took a deep breath.

When the levitation spell lifted me up just now, couldn't I just throw it aside when I put it down? Did I have to lift it up and put it down in the same place?

Do I have to give way myself?

They gritted their teeth and stepped aside.

Harry walked out carrying the Triwizard Cup, and the moment he walked out of the maze, thunderous cheers were heard.

All kinds of his, the griffins', and Hogwarts' fireworks exploded in the sky.

George and Fred couldn't stop smiling. The fireworks exploding in the sky were like gold Galleons and silver Sickles falling into their pockets.

They carried boxes and walked around the stands, selling their fireworks.

Hermione scooped out a handful and didn't pay.

George and Fred didn't rush to ask her for it since they had Harry anyway.

"You can try this firework." Hermione took out more than half of it and stuffed it into Petunia's hand. "It's very simple, even if you don't know magic."

"If you pull the ring at the bottom, it will fly out by itself."

Vernon took one from Penny and muttered, "Why does it look so much like a grenade?"

He pulled out the ring skillfully, and before he threw it out subconsciously, the firework flew out by itself and exploded in the air, with flames scattering to form Harry's head.

Tsk.

Fenon groaned in disgust, but his body was honest as he took another one from Penny.

After Maxim kicked him, Ludo was half dead, dragging his long tone: "Aha, let us congratulate Harry Potter from Hogwarts, he took one hour and one minute, just over one minute!"

"Only one minute!"

"Successfully brought back the Triwizard Cup from the maze and became the best warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

When he spoke the last part, his voice even had a tone of tears.

Just one minute.

Even if he didn't waste time talking to those two people, even if he didn't cast the spell with "evil taste", if he had come out a step earlier, he would not have lost money, with odds as high as "250".

The mountain of gold galleons that he had imagined collapsed, and a torrent of water submerged him.

The winner, Harry Potter, was unusually calm. He turned his head to look at the judges' seat. Dumbledore was not there, and Karkaroff had disappeared as well. He then noticed the professors walking towards him, and Snape was also missing.

"Harry, are you okay?" Professor McGonagall asked with concern.

Harry nodded: "I'm fine."

"What's with that Portkey?" Professor Flitwick asked, frowning. "Where were you sent?"

Harry lowered his voice and said, "I was sent to Little Hangleton to meet Senior Tom."

"Mysterious man?" Professor Sprout widened his eyes, covered his mouth, and exclaimed cautiously.

Harry nodded: "The situation is a bit complicated, and it's hard to explain it right away. Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

"He and Snape are going to figure out how to find you." McGonagall said with a straight face, "Should we go to his office now?"

She waved her wand, summoned her patronus, and after saying a few words, the silver kitten flew away like a flash of light.

"I've asked someone from the Ministry of Magic to notify Fudge." Harry nodded in agreement.

Professor McGonagall sighed.

It should have been a night to celebrate the birth of the Warriors, but something like this happened.

They hurried towards the castle.

The people in the audience were still celebrating, and few noticed this scene. Even if they noticed it, they thought it might be a post-match segment.

Hermione was worried. She left the Dursleys to Ron and started to chase after them.

She was too worried about what happened today.

In the principal's office.

When Harry and the others arrived, Dumbledore and Snape were already there, as well as Fudge, who was potbellied and looked panic-stricken.