Magical Studies at Hogwarts

A day without Quidditch, even with the Triwizard Tournament, would be boring.

During the gap of several months, the students did not have any recreational activities. Before, they could ride on broomsticks and fly around the Quidditch field for a few times, but starting from May, even this activity has been deprived.

Although you can still go to Hogsmeade to have fun, but after all, that is a pastime that is limited to specific days.

"I think I already know what the third project is..."

Walking with Ike by the Black Lake, looking at the closed Quidditch pitch in the distance, Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Yes, it has something to do with that, I don't think anyone doesn't know." Ike said with a smile, "But I'm afraid only the referees know what the competition is about."

"After all, you can't guess it from here."

Hermione glared at him angrily, wrinkled her nose, and said, "I think it must have something to do with flying!"

Looking at Ike sideways, Hermione's tone was full of gloating: "I really look forward to what kind of performance you will have..."

"Oh, I forgot, your flying skills... tsk tsk tsk..."

Hearing this, Ike immediately made a fierce look and howled at Hermione, but she nimbly dodged it.

After chasing each other for a while, the two of them stopped and slowly returned to the castle.

"It's time to go to Hogsmeade this weekend. Is there anything you want me to bring?"

"Let's get some more cockroaches."

"……All right……"

Hermione did not refuse and lowered her head slightly, not letting Ike next to her see her expression at the moment.

In the past half year, she has lost count of how many cockroaches she bought...

In short, there are many, very many...

Time flies by quickly, and it’s the last week of May in a blink of an eye. Everyone’s attention is gradually attracted by two things, one is the final exam, and the other is the third semester exam starting on June 24th.

projects.

In fact, except for a very small number of people, everyone else basically already knows the venue for the third project, but they still don’t know what it is.

But obviously, it must be a big scene.

"Ike, go to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock in the evening. Mr. Bagman will tell you what the third project is." After the Charms class, Professor Flitwick stopped Ike and said to him.

"Okay, Professor."

"Don't be late, kid."

Professor Flitwick pushed up the glasses on his nose, as if he had made a joke. Ike also smiled and agreed repeatedly.

In the evening, after bidding farewell to Stuart and others, Ike walked towards the Quidditch pitch. When he arrived, he realized that he was the last one. Krum, Fleur and Harry had already arrived.

At this time, the Quidditch pitch had completely changed its appearance. Countless long low walls had been built inside. These low walls were intricate and winding, and looked eerie at night.

"Good evening, I'll be waiting for you!" Ludo waved to Ike, and Ike smiled and waved, walked towards him, and exchanged a few words with Krum, Fleur and Harry next to him.

.

"It's not bad." Pointing to the surrounding low walls, Ludo said happily, "The progress is pretty good. In another month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet tall!"

"I think when you see this, you can probably guess what is going on here..."

"Maze!" Krum replied in a rough voice, still looking bitter and resentful.

"Yes, maze!" Ludo clapped his hand and said with a smile, "The third project is very simple. The championship trophy is placed in the center of the maze. Whichever warrior touches it first will get it.

Full marks!”

"Just go through the maze?" Harry asked.

"Of course it won't be that simple." Ludo said with a smile, "You need to deal with some spells, solve some obstacles, and some cuties that Hagrid wants to put in."

"According to the current score, Mr. Strider, you are the first one to go in, followed by Mr. Krum, and then Miss Delacour..." Ludo looked at Harry, "Lastly it is you, but there is no need.

Worry, anything can happen in the maze, and only the one who gets the championship trophy is the final champion."

"Then, wouldn't the previous scores be meaningless?" Fleur asked.

"Of course not. The one who sets off first will always have an advantage." Seeing everyone nodding, Ludo said, "Very good. If there are no other problems, let's go back to the castle."

Several people walked out of the stadium together, but as they walked, Ludo and Harry fell behind, and they didn't know what they were talking about together. The other three people ignored them, and Krum walked away with his head sullenly.

At the front, Fleur was side by side with Ike, but she looked thoughtful, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

After walking out of the stadium, the three of them went their separate ways. Klum was going to the direction of the Black Lake and back to Durmstrang's ship. Fleur was going to go back to Beauxbatons' carriage. Only Ike was going leisurely.

Walk to the castle.

"Ike!"

Not long after, Ike heard Harry's shout from behind him. He stopped and turned around, looking at Harry who was trotting towards him.

"Thank God you haven't gone back yet..." Harry was panting, as if he had run all the way from the stadium.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ike asked.

"Yes..." Harry calmed his breathing slightly and whispered, "Mr. Bagman just told me..."

As soon as he started, Harry suddenly stopped and turned around to look in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. It seemed like a person was stumbling towards the two of them.

"That's...Oh my God! It's Mr. Crouch!" As the person came closer and closer, Harry recognized the person through the starlight at night, but he couldn't believe that Mr. Crouch was the person at all.

It looks like this now.

The knees of his robe were torn, covered with blood, and his face was covered with scars. He was unshaven and looked very haggard. Moreover, he kept muttering and gesticulating, which looked a bit like the streets of London.

old tramp.

"Weasley, you finish this..."

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry whispered.

"...to tell Ms. Maxim..."

"Mr. Crouch, are you okay?" Harry carefully pulled Old Crouch and asked him to stop. But then, Old Crouch seemed to have remembered something, and his face was filled with panic.

, collapsed directly to the ground.

He grabbed Harry's arm and shouted loudly: "Dumbledore! I want... I want to see... Dumbledore!"

"Okay, Mr. Crouch, you get up first, let's go..."

"No, no..." Old Crouch was a little incoherent again, "I made a mistake... I must tell Dumbledore..."

Harry was so anxious that he struggled to pull Old Crouch up from the ground while saying comforting words.

At this time, Old Crouch's complexion suddenly improved and turned red.

"You...you are Harry..." He seemed to recognize Harry, and grabbed Harry with both hands, almost bringing Harry to the ground.

"Go tell...Dumbledore..."

"...The Dark Lord...has become stronger..."

"...The Dark Lord..."

"...Be strong..."

As he spoke, Old Crouch's voice became smaller and smaller. Harry still tried hard to pull him up, and even asked Ike to work hard together.

Suddenly, Harry felt that Old Crouch seemed to have become much heavier in an instant, and his body slammed to the ground. He barely let this happen, but the hand that had been holding his arm loosened.

"Harry..." Looking at Old Crouch's face that had turned purple, Ike said softly.

"Mr. Crouch, he is dead..."