Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 170 Death
A day without Quidditch, even with a Triwizard Tournament, would be boring.

During the gap of several months, the students did not have any entertainment.Before, they could fly around the Quidditch pitch on a broomstick, but since May, even this activity has been deprived.

Although it is still possible to go to Hogsmeade to have fun, after all, it is a pastime limited to certain days.

"I think I already know what the third item 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 it. I don't think anyone will know about it." Ike said with a smile, "But what the competition is about, I'm afraid only the referees know."

"After all, it's impossible to guess from here."

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

Looking sideways at Ike, Hermione's tone was full of schadenfreude: "I really look forward to how you will perform..."

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

Hearing this, Ike immediately put on a vicious look, howled and rushed towards Hermione, but she nimbly avoided him.

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

"This weekend is the day to go to Hogsmeade, do you have anything for me to bring?"

"More cockroach piles."

"……All right……"

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

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

Anyway, a lot, a lot...

Time passed quickly, and it was the last week of May in a blink of an eye.Everyone's attention was gradually attracted by two things, one was the final exam, and the other was the third project that started on June 24.

In fact, except for a very small number of people, everyone basically already knows the venue of the third project, but it is not clear 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 item is." After the Charms class, Professor Flitwick stopped Ike and said to him.

"Okay, Professor."

"Don't be late, kid."

Professor Flitwick pushed the glasses on his nose, as if joking.Ike also smiled and agreed.

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 stadium has completely changed its appearance, and countless long low walls have been built inside.These low walls are intricate and meandering, looking eerie at night.

"Good evening, I'll be waiting for you!" Ludo waved to Ike, and Ike also waved with a smile, walked towards him, and greeted Krum, Fleur and Harry next to him .

"Not bad." Pointing to the surrounding low walls, Ludo said happily, "The progress is still good. In another month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet high!"

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

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

"Yes, the maze!" Ludo slapped himself 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 a prize." 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, you are the first to go in, Mr. Strayer, followed by Mr. Krum, and then Miss Delacour..." Ludo looked at Harry, "You are the last one, but you don't need to go in." Worry, anything can happen in the maze, and only the one who wins the championship trophy will be the final champion.”

"Then, isn't the previous score meaningless?" Fu Rong asked.

"Of course not, the one who starts first will always have an advantage." Seeing that everyone nodded, Ludo said, "Very good, if there are no other questions, let's go back to the castle."

Several people walked out of the court together, but as they walked, Ludo and Harry fell behind, and they got together and didn't know what to say.The other three ignored it. Krum walked in front with a sullen head, and Fleur was side by side with Ike, but she looked thoughtful and didn't know what she was thinking.

Walking out of the court, the three parted ways.Krum was going in the direction of the Black Lake, back to Durmstrang's ship.Fleur was going back to Beauxbaton's carriage, and only Ike walked leisurely towards the castle.

"Ike!"

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

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

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ike asked.

"Yes..." Harry calmed down and whispered, "Mr. Bagman told me just now..."

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

"That's... Oh my god! It's Mr. Crouch!" As the person got closer and closer, Harry recognized the person by the starlight at night, but he couldn't believe that Mr. Crouch was This is what it looks like now.

The knees of his robes were torn and bloodstained, and his face was bruised, bearded, and looked emaciated.Moreover, he kept muttering and gesticulating, a bit like an old tramp on the streets of London.

"Weasley, you finish this..."

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry whispered.

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

"Mr. Crouch, are you okay?" Harry carefully pulled the old Crouch to stop him.But immediately, Old Crouch seemed to have remembered something, his face was filled with horror, and he collapsed on the ground.

Grabbing Harry's arm, he yelled, "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 terribly anxious, trying to pull Old Crouch up from the ground while speaking 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 and tell... Dumbledore..."

"...The Dark Lord... has grown stronger..."

"...Dark Lord..."

"...be strong..."

As he spoke, Old Crouch's voice became smaller and smaller.Harry was still struggling to pull him up, and he beckoned Ike to do the same.

Suddenly, Harry felt that old Crouch seemed to have gained a lot of weight in an instant, and his body suddenly fell to the ground. He managed to prevent this from happening, 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's dead..."

　Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)