I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 313 Battle in the Labyrinth

The large screen, suspended high in mid-air by a compound eye-like field of vision, was divided into seven sections, displaying the perspectives of different contestants. Fortunately, this screen in the void was large enough to allow everyone to see clearly.

Some people were even surprised to find that even nearsighted people who weren't wearing glasses could see perfectly clearly.

This is mainly due to the compound eye vision of the Swarm Guardians, but the exact principle behind it is not entirely clear to Lewis.

His principle has always been that as long as it works, there's no need to delve into why.

"Alright, now please welcome our two special guests for commentary," Mr. Bagman continued in a booming voice, "I've heard that these two are gold medal commentators for the Quidditch matches at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they were recommended by Headmaster Dumbledore and His Highness Mountbatten this time, so we've decided to give these young people a chance... So, please welcome our two special guests—Ron Weasley and Lee Jordan! They are both outstanding students from Gryffindor!"

A thunderous applause erupted from the Gryffindor seats. No one had expected that their own students would be able to participate in the commentary on such a grand occasion. What an honor this was! The entire Gryffindor House felt proud of it.

Ron and Lee Jordan stood up triumphantly, waving to the cheering crowd and clapping their hands. Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Bill, having recovered from their surprise, were genuinely happy for Ron.

Aunt Molly thought to herself, "My little son, who was not very sensible, has finally grown up." Tears of joy streamed down her face.

"Hello everyone, I'm Ron Weasley from Gryffindor House at Hogwarts," Ron said cheerfully.

Lee Jordan also introduced himself, saying, "Hello everyone, I am Lee Jordan, from Gryffindor House at Hogwarts."

After the applause subsided, Mr. Bagman said, "We will be able to save the entire match on video. When the Vision technique is mature enough, we will copy it into a videotape that can be played at any time. Of course, some wizards who are familiar with Muggles have already guessed what this is. I can't go into the details. You just need to wait patiently."

"Of course, if any friends who couldn't come to the competition venue want to watch the recording, they can go to the sponsor of this competition, the Daily Prophet, to watch the recording. It will cost eleven siecos each time."

As for the "pie in the sky" part, we have to look to Ludo Bagman. After all, Louis provided him with a huge endorsement fee, enough to pay off all his debts. Now he can be said to be debt-free, so it's no wonder he didn't bet on Harry, the dark horse.

"Now I declare the competition officially open!" Mr. Bagman announced loudly.

His voice traveled through his antennae to the ears of every contestant, and upon receiving Mr. Bagman's message, they quickly began to act.

The main perspective naturally focused on Harry, since he was the youngest contestant and also the savior, so he definitely deserved more attention.

This will also generate buzz.

From Harry's perspective, he was constantly looking back, as if someone was chasing him. The maze was darkening every minute, and the sky above turned a deep blue-green. He continued forward until he reached a fork in the road.

"Give me directions," he said softly, holding the wand flat in his palm.

He twirled his wand and pointed to the dense hedge on his right, which was to the north. He knew that to get to the center of the maze, he had to go northwest, and the best way was to take the left path and then turn right as quickly as possible.

The road ahead was still empty. When he reached a right turn, Harry turned in, and there were still no obstacles.

Harry didn't know why this was happening; the unimpeded passage made him uneasy. Something was bound to happen by now. The maze seemed to be luring him with a false sense of security. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him and quickly swung his wand in self-defense. The wand's light shone like a flashlight, and the bushes in front of him rustled. A moment later, a huge, twisted worm emerged from behind the hedge.

"Oh my, it's Hagrid's Bombtail." Li Jordan said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Looks like our Harry Potter is in trouble. This Bombtail looks like it's growing very well. Look at its size, it's as big as a grown cow."

Yes, Harry's in trouble, and it's not small. That blaster-tailed snail keeps thrashing its tail, making crackling sounds, and looks a bit agitated.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood, buddy," Harry said, waving at the Blasttail.

Ron chuckled and said, "It seems our Harry Potter isn't in a hurry. He's calm enough to face this grotesque monster—speaking of which, who created this hybrid magical creature? It doesn't look like a monster that could exist in the normal world."

Hagrid's face suddenly flushed red. Mrs. Maxim asked him with concern what was wrong. Hagrid couldn't say that he had created the frizzy-tailed conch, so he stammered that it was windy and a bit cold.

Mrs. Maxim kindly took off her coat and draped it over Hagrid's shoulders.

Harry in the picture is ready for battle. He flicks his wand and casts a spell—the purpose of the Blasttails appearing here is obvious: to be used as roadblocks. Harry is determined not to be polite to them and raises his hand to unleash his signature Exterminate weapon.

The Blasttail was struck by the scarlet curse, its body, the size of an adult bull, instantly knocked to the ground. It thrashed its tail, making a crackling sound, trying to get up, but Harry wasn't stupid. He unleashed three consecutive Exorcisms, leaving the Blasttail seemingly doomed.

"That's too brutal..." Lee Jordan said with great regret, "You know, I suspect he didn't use an Excalibur, but another spell with the same incantation as 'Expelliarmus.' It's too brutal, too brutal. As a pacifist, I can't stand to see this..."

"But one thing is foreseeable: at least the monsters in the maze are in trouble," Ron said gleefully. "I really hope those obstacles in there know the extent of the sins committed by whoever threw them in... They'll be lucky to run into Harry, but if they run into someone like Catherine who hates those disgusting creatures, their fate might not be so good..."

"You're right, but the Queen of Slytherin is not someone to mess with." Lee Jordan nodded in agreement.

It seems he had also suffered at Catherine's hands before.

Harry took a few more steps forward, then suddenly stopped.

"Oh? It seems our savior has sensed murderous intent. Could there be danger ahead? Let's wait and see..."

Harry continued walking, carefully turning a corner, and then he saw a Dementor slowly drifting towards him. It was twelve feet tall, with a hood covering its face, and its rotting, scabbed hands stretched out straight, like a zombie dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes in a traditional Seres zombie movie.

It approached him step by step, reaching out to touch him by feel. Harry could hear its gurgling breaths, and a cold, slimy sensation washed over him, but he knew what to do…

He was very familiar with it. Back in third grade, Lupin had taught him how to deal with these things quite a bit. Dementors were a piece of cake for him.

He tried his best to think of the most enjoyable things, concentrating intently on imagining himself emerging from the maze and celebrating with Ron and Hermione, all the while raising his wand and shouting, "Palmtops of Protection!"

A silver stag leaped from Harry's wand and charged toward the Dementor. Then, something strange happened—the Dementor stumbled back two steps, tripping over its robes… Harry had never seen a Dementor fall before.

"Don't move!" A sudden thought struck him—he quickly followed the silver guardian, shouting, "You're a Boggart! Ridiculus! (Hilarious!)"

The Dementor that Boggart had transformed into made a loud bang and turned into a balloon with Professor Snape's face printed on it.

"Hey, this balloon looks familiar," Li Qiaodan said in his classic sarcastic tone. "Why does the picture on this balloon look so much like our Potions teacher?"

"It really does look alike, almost lifelike," Ron chuckled. "Hopefully Professor Snape won't be angry; after all, Harry didn't mean to create this beautiful misunderstanding."

In the faculty and staff section, Snape's back teeth were practically grinding to powder. He vowed to make Harry pay the price, and even Lily's resurrection couldn't stop him, he said!

"Oh dear, we can't just focus on Harry Potter too." Lee Jordan quickly switched the screen. "It looks like Harry isn't the only one in trouble; Viktor Krum, another Seeker, is also in trouble."

The scene shifts; Harry's image shrinks while Viktor's image zooms in, and he is now facing the same Blast-tailed Snail.

It was huge, very impressive, and the sparks were incredibly hot. Victor was a mess; his clothes were burned through in several places, revealing chunks of muscle. He had no time to care about that; his mind was completely focused on how to deal with this disgusting thing.

Since he didn't attend the Magical Creatures Protection class, he naturally didn't know the Blasttail's weaknesses.

First, the Eye Curse spell doesn't work well, since this thing... doesn't seem to have eyes. Second, other spells don't break its defenses; the Blasttail moves incredibly fast, as if it can foresee danger, quickly retreating into its shell before the spell arrives.

Viktor was really about to break down because of this thing... no, actually he had already broken down, several patches of his skin were charred, and he looked terrible.

Moreover, the Blast-tailed Snail was quite fast; Viktor was no match for it. In desperation, just as the Snail was about to explode its tail again, he unleashed a thunderous blast.

The spell struck the tail of the Bombtail, and a violent explosion rang out, blasting the Bombtail into pieces.

It seems a spark ignited the flammable substance secreted by the whelk; it was wet and sticky, with a strong smell of rotten eggs, making Viktor retch.

However, he didn't have time to spit it out, because soon another tentacle of a burrowing snail rustled out from the hedge maze in front of him.

"Wow... Viktor is really lucky... two consecutive Blast-tailed Shells, you could say that's incredibly... well, lucky." Ron said gleefully, "I wish everyone else had the same interest, so the third event wouldn't be so boring, right?"

"Yes, it's hard to imagine that a fourth-year student like Harry could deal with such a disgusting and terrifying creature as the Blasttail so easily," Lee Jordan said with great emotion. "We should really take a look at how Harry Potter lives his daily life. It seems that the title of savior has not made him a complacent parasite, but rather he has used this standard to demand more of himself and become a better person. His current strength is the best proof of that."

Ron, standing nearby, blushed. Lee Jordan's exaggerated praise of Harry was utterly absurd. He knew best what Harry did all day: eat, sleep, or play... Lee Jordan really was something else entirely. Enough said, enough said...

But no one could refute Li Jordan's boastful words. No one knew whether Harry was really working hard, and his performance at this moment undoubtedly proved that Li Jordan was right.

Parents who are pushing their children to excel have already started figuring out how to use Harry Potter as an example to motivate their kids.

"What an outstanding player! The world needs more people like him." Mr. Bagman sighed in the same way. He thought of his good-for-nothing son, who was always thinking about how to play and never thought about how to practice spells or study.

"I'll have to give him a good kick when I get back!" Bagman thought to himself.

Viktor was still fighting in the maze. This Blast-tailed Snail was much more cunning than the last one. Instead of using its tail to explode, it rolled around and gurgled, trying to crush Viktor. Viktor had good stamina; after all, he was a Seeker, so running was no problem for him, and he was quite fast. For a while, the Blast-tailed Snail couldn't catch up with him.

"It seems the Seeker's stamina and speed are top-notch; they can still run after running for so long," Ron said with great admiration. "If I could run that fast, could I become a Seeker too?"

"You'd better give up, Ron," Lee Jordan teased. "Look at your belly, do you look like you could be a Seeker? Good heavens, I suggest you lose some weight first. Look at Harry, so skinny. Viktor is a bit muscular, but he's all muscle. And you? You think you can be a Seeker with all that fat?"

"We've gotten off topic, Lee," Ron quickly steered the conversation back on track. "Look, Viktor in the maze has finished his battle."

(End of this chapter)