Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

"So, what's the next step, Miss Granger?"

At some point, George, Fred, and a large group of people surrounded the two, trying to find out more details.

Hermione didn't hold back her explanation: "The four champions will enter the arena from different directions. They need to find a golden egg within an hour, during which time Fulvi will constantly chase them. If a champion gets bitten, they're out!"

hiss~!

Everyone gasped in shock. If Louie's three dog heads were bitten down, they would surely lose an arm or a leg!

Moreover, the saliva of the three-headed dog contains toxins, and being bitten by it is absolutely unpleasant. Professor Snape is the best person to say this, as his leg was lame for several days at the time.

"Hagrid will tell Lou Williams to go easy on him, so there shouldn't be any problem."

With so many professors and Aurors present, how could they possibly fail to protect the students' lives?

If she was confident she could stop Louie before he bit someone to death, then anyone else could certainly do it too.

Jimmy was annoyed at driving away George and Fred and their group, who were looking at him with pity. He knew Hermione was a gentle girl.

The crowd had taken their places, and Dumbledore, sitting in the widest part of the main grandstand, released a firework into the sky. People were still chatting and laughing, but he didn't seem to care.

"Attention! Today is a great day for everyone, every task is dangerous, please do not leave your position during the competition..."

Just as Dumbledore was giving his opening remarks, the tent where the warriors were located was also bustling with activity.

Seven or eight reporters, armed with cameras and notebooks, conducted a final interview with the warriors.

He was heavily in debt and always appeared out of nowhere, so Ludobagman was also sneaking around here.

He was wearing his old Hornets jersey, reminiscing about his days on the Quidditch team, and explaining the rules of the game to several warriors in the arena.

The warriors had all learned the rules of the game, and they could use spells and any other means they could think of to retrieve the golden egg in the center of the arena amidst numerous obstacles and the pursuit of a three-headed hellhound.

It was a level that was practically hellish in difficulty, and Harry was internally groaning. Hermione, you've scared me to death!

His body was trembling. The pressure of facing ridicule after his defeat was far greater than facing Cerberus or the dragon.

Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum remained relatively calm upon hearing the rules, as they both possessed methods for dealing with ferocious beasts.

Cedric Diggory was the least noticeable of the group. He was also nervous, but overall he was calmer than Harry.

"Do all the warriors understand the rules?" At that moment, the curtain was lifted, and Dumbledore walked into the tent from outside to remind them, "The match is about to begin."

Ludobagman turned to Dumbledore with a humble smile, "Almost done, they just need a little more time to prepare!"

Dumbledore said, "Go out when you hear the whistle."

After saying this, he left the tent, giving the warriors a few more minutes to adjust their mindset.

The tent flap was lifted again, and Harry's old acquaintance Percy led four Aurors into the tent, at which point a whistle sounded outside.

"The match is about to begin!" Percy was no longer the same Percy; he wore a slick smile. "The Aurors will lead the warriors to the designated location. Come on!"

“Percy,” Harry greeted Percy.

Percy winked at Harry.

At that moment, Ludobagman put his arm around Harry's shoulder and volunteered, "Oh, let me help Harry get there."

“Alright, thank you for your trouble, Director Bagman.” Percy did not refuse, his face still smiling, and his formal address pleased Ludo Bagman.

The other three warriors had already been led out of the tent when Ludobagman slowly pushed Harry out of the tent, asking, "How are you feeling, Harry? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Harry didn't understand what Ludobagman meant. "What? No, I don't need it."

Ludobagman said obsequiously, “If you’d like, I can give you a few ideas. I mean… you’re at a disadvantage here, Harry, as long as I can help…”

He naturally had his own purpose. He had incurred a huge debt during the Quidditch World Cup, and even after selling off all his accumulated wealth and assets, he still couldn't pay it off.

Now he has opened a betting platform that specializes in predicting the rankings and win rates of the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry happens to be the least favored of the three.

If he lets Harry win, he'll earn 100,000 Galleons!

This is a golden opportunity for him to turn things around; he has to let Harry win.

"No, I know what I should do!"

However, Halipin did not want to win by cheating. Just like in that midnight duel, even though he hadn't learned a single evil curse, he wouldn't use cheating to win...

Chapter 302 Project in Progress

Jimmy pointed at Rocket and his family, who were eating bugs, and asked, "Why is Rocket in there too?"

"Maybe... Hagrid found all these magical creatures?" Hermione said uncertainly.

At this moment, the four warriors were already in position on the field. After the iron gate behind them fell, the four warriors around the circular arena would be able to begin their activities.

And the shackles on the various magical creatures in the arena will also come off... including the Hungarian wood bee.

The raging mother dragon will protect the four glittering golden eggs, and all sorts of magical creatures around them will either cause trouble for the warriors... or offer them help.

The students and parents in the stadium are still cheering enthusiastically, but considering the players' mindset and to prevent cheating, these cheers won't reach those below.

Only a sharp whistle could be heard.

Beep!

The heavy iron gate slammed down, and Harry turned around sharply to find that the gate behind him had blocked his escape route.

The sound of the chains snapping made him gasp for breath, his heart pounding, and a cacophony of roars erupted from the jagged rocky ground.

Suddenly, he looked up at the sky and saw a harpy-headed horse-bodied winged beast trying to fly away from the arena after its chains broke. However, after flying to a height of about fifty meters above the audience, it could not rise any further no matter how hard it flapped its wings.

In other words, the airspace here is somewhat restricted, and the same applies to the warriors. They are either eliminated or they are sent off after obtaining the golden egg.

Jimmy found the scene quite interesting; the magical creatures in the arena had already begun their activities.

Lou Williams strolled leisurely along the outer rim, gradually closing the distance between himself and Fleur Delacour.

Parents and students in the stands were already screaming and shouting, trying to remind the somewhat hesitant Fleur de Lacour.

Hermione also gripped Jimmy's hand with a worried expression, feeling a little anxious that Hagrid might not be able to deliver the correct message at this crucial moment.

What if the professors don't react in time... what if Lu Wei really bites someone to death?

"Good heavens, the terrifying three-headed dog is approaching Beauxbatons' warrior. Will she be able to sense the danger approaching?"

Ludobagman is acting as a narrator, enhancing the audience's experience.

"This is too dangerous! Ah, they're about to meet!"

Fleur de la Kur finally sensed something was wrong. She suddenly stopped behind a large rock, on the other side of which was Louie, the three-headed dog with its tongue lolling out.

The violent panting and the foul stench from the dog's mouth had already created a gust of evil wind that Fleur Delacour caught. She was so frightened that she froze, and the audience's hearts were in their throats.

Suddenly, Fleur de la Kur jumped out of the stone and struck a dance pose.

Lou Williams had already made a lunge motion, but suddenly stopped, his tongue retracting into his mouth.

Fleur danced gracefully in front of Lucas, her Veela-like magical talent captivating him until the two disappeared from each other's sight.

Fleur breathed a sigh of relief after escaping Cerberus and stealthily approached the center, occasionally glancing back to see if Louie was chasing after her.

"A beautiful dance, even a three-headed dog would be captivated by it!" Ludobagman exclaimed excitedly.

Many people in the audience were affected by Fleur's charm magic, constantly shouting all sorts of strange things in an attempt to attract Fleur's attention.

Many people in the stands breathed a sigh of relief at Furong's escape, just then Ludobagman let out a scream.

"Look! What are the warriors of Durmstrang doing!"

The group, alerted, looked over and saw that Viktor Krum had climbed a rather tall artificial hill and was surveying the surrounding area from above.

As he took in the terrain, a large number of dangerous magical creatures scattered throughout the area also spotted him.

The Hungarian hornet in the center of the arena also saw Viktor Krum, but it did not leave the vicinity of the golden egg; instead, it spread its wings, which blotted out the sky, and threatened him.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The three-headed dog's head immediately roared. Louie had never seen such an arrogant person before. It immediately jumped onto a rock that wasn't very high for it and ran wildly toward Viktor Krum.

Seeing this, Viktor Krum did not jump down the path between the stones, but instead hopped along the stones toward the Hungarian bee.

"Instead of running away, they charged at the dragon! Is that courage or stupidity?" Ludo Bagman, desperate for Harry to win, was so anxious he started talking nonsense, "Who can stop Durmstrang's warriors!"

Professor Karkaroff's gaze toward Ludobagman from the stands turned dangerous.

Everyone was captivated by the thrilling chase, and Jimmy was no exception. Watching Viktor Krum dash across the rocks, he was equally enthralled by his daring maneuvers.

Any program that involves winning or losing will have this effect.

The irritable Hungarian wood wasp suddenly took a deep breath, and its head tilted back slightly.

"Look! The Hungarian wood bee is about to breathe fire!"

puff!

The orange-red dragon's breath, like a fireball, hurtled towards the approaching Viktorkrum, startling the animals in the arena into scattering in all directions.

"Rocket!"

Hermione squeezed Jimmy's hand and pointed to a spot where Rocket and his family had also climbed onto the rocks. The hippogriff that had failed to escape landed in front of Rocket and his family of raccoons.

The hippogriff is carnivorous, and it now appears quite agitated. Startled by the dragon's breath, it suddenly raises its two front claws in an attempt to attack the rocket.

Jimmy also witnessed this scene, and he also drew his wand, but the hippogriff suddenly calmed down again.

The rocket, standing upright, gestured with its two claws, as if it were saying something, as if it were communicating.

The previously irritable hippogriff lay down, allowing several raccoons to climb onto its back, flapping their wings and hiding in a corner.

Rocket used his diplomacy to successfully persuade a hippogriff.

This is the relaxed feeling unique to the magical world; there are some mysterious things that can make magical creatures fall head over heels in love with someone.

What's wrong with a raccoon?

Jimmy lowered his wand and exchanged a glance with Hermione, who was smiling.

The match continued, and instead of taking the dragon's breath head-on, Viktor Krum jumped into a crevice in the rocks.

Louie was also a tough-skinned fighter. Despite the dragon's breath, it jumped directly behind Viktor Krum and its three heads viciously lunged forward.

Viktor Krum heard the sound behind him, turned around and saw three large mouths full of sharp teeth biting at him. His pupils immediately shrank to pinpoints.

The three days of intensive training in front of Hagrid's cabin made his eyes extremely sharp, and his muscles tensed up like countless precise parts. His cells and fibers meshed together like gears, pumping power to his right fist.