The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Waiting patiently for nearly an hour...

Harry is always worried that Professor Moody will suddenly burst out of the maze and tell everyone that Jon has raised the Goblet of Fire.

But fortunately, no such disappointing things happened. It seems that going through the maze to pick up the Goblet of Fire is not an easy task.

Time passed by every minute and every second...

Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour also entered the maze one after another.

Then Harry heard Mr. Bagman call his name.

He hurried along the tall hedge and trotted into the maze!

...

The maze was so dark that it was almost impossible to see the way.

Harry cast a Luminosity Charm and saw a troll not far away.

But it seemed to be stunned by something, and Harry hurried around it... He didn't want to wake the troll; he had learned what kind of trouble a troll could cause when he was in first year. .

It seems that entering the maze late is still beneficial... Many troublesome things have been cleared away by the people in front.

He continued to walk forward for a certain distance, only to step on a black lump on the ground.

Taking a closer look, it seemed to be the corpse of a dementor... This dementor was torn in half from the waist by something, which made Harry a little terrified.

He fled here in a hurry.

...

Harry walked on, walking as fast as he could without making too much noise, his wand held high, listening warily to his surroundings.

Turn left... turn right... turn left again... he suddenly found himself in a dead end; he cast a directional spell and found that going east was too far.

After moving back some distance to the west, Harry suddenly saw two red sparks, stretching into the air.

The positions of the two sparks are not too far from my side... So, it should be Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour?

Could it be that both of them were eliminated.

Harry couldn't help feeling a burst of ecstasy... This means that the championship will most likely belong to Hogwarts!

Don't know where Jon is... maybe he's very close to the Goblet of Fire!

Although Harry was very grateful to Jon because of the second project; he didn't want to surrender directly like this.

Pulling himself together, he continued to follow the direction indicated by the orienting spell, heading towards the deepest part of the maze.

This is a contest between the two of them!

...

For ten minutes he met nothing, just kept going into a dead end, and twice took the same wrong turn. At last he found a new path and jogged along it.

Harry felt that he was very lucky. He had encountered several difficult monsters along the way, and they were all knocked down by others!

He just needs to pass carefully without making too much noise.

He also met a sphinx in the middle, and the sphinx asked him a question... But fortunately, Harry answered and passed its test.

Then there was Hagrid's snail, which Harry had never imagined was so big.

The carapace on the snail's body was harder than Harry had imagined... It deflected one of Harry's Stunning Spells and one Impeding Spell... Fortunately, the second Bounding Snail hit the snail's abdomen , just put it on the ground.

But Harry was also disgraced by him, and walked with a limp.

But the surrounding fog is getting darker and darker...

This gave Harry momentum because it meant he was getting very, very close to the Goblet of Fire.

But... Jon set off an hour earlier than himself, why hasn't he arrived here... This is what Harry wonders the most.

Maybe it was attacked by something... Harry thought to himself.

...

Passed another path...Suddenly, Harry felt his breathing come and go.

Because, he saw the trophy!

The Goblet of Fire was on its pedestal a hundred yards away, gleaming alluringly.

Harry hastened to speed up, although because of his limp, no matter how fast he could speed up, it was limited.

The Mirror of Erised seemed to appear in Harry's mind... He saw himself holding up the Goblet of Fire, saw all the teachers and students cheering for him, and saw Qiu smiling at him...

Then Harry stopped in his tracks.

Just less than a foot away from the Goblet of Fire.

Yes, there is a person lying here... Jon Hart is lying here, he has fallen into a coma, and there are several wounds on his body.

At the same time, around the Goblet of Fire, lay the corpses of several giant spiders.

The acromantula, this kind of giant spider with a ferocious nature, Harry had come into close contact with it in the second grade...

There is no doubt that this is the "test" that Hagrid provided them...

These three acromantulas were all adults, with eight shining black eyes and sharp pincers, Harry looked a little frightened.

He somewhat understood why he was able to reach the Goblet of Fire without any obstacles along the way.

Looking at the gleaming golden cup, he glanced at Jon who was unconscious on the ground.

Harry could only feel himself trembling all over.

...

yes!

You only need to take one step forward, and you will be the champion of the Triwizard Tournament!

But is this fair to Jon?

At Hogwarts, Harry had very few classmates who he admired from the bottom of his heart; but Jon, no doubt, was one of them. He was a year younger than himself, but Harry couldn't help but marvel at his performance in the first and second projects.

Especially for the second project, even though he was a competitor, Jon still gave him the gills... If it wasn't for him, he would have been ashamed in front of the teachers and students of the school long ago...

But now, he rushed forward and cleared all obstacles.

But fell down one step away from the Goblet of Fire.

Wouldn't it be too unfair to him if he just raised the gold cup like this!

The "dignity" in Harry's heart did not allow him to do such a shameless thing.

But, just give up the honor like this?

Harry pursed his lips. To be honest, he couldn't bear to...he couldn't bear to give up the honor that was so readily available.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Jon said to him at the end of the second project: "If the two of us lift the gold cup together, it will be double the glory for Hogwarts!"

Harry made a decision instantly, which he personally thought was the fairest decision!

He slowly helped Jon up, grabbed one of his hands, and extended his own.

At the same time, he held the handles on both sides of the Goblet of Fire!

Then, suddenly, Harry felt a jerk at the back of his navel.

His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of the Triwizard Cup, and it dragged him forward amid howling winds and swirling colors, Jon Hart at his side.

...

They came to a dark, overgrown cemetery.

The surroundings were gloomy and silent.

A figure of small stature, wearing a hooded cloak and hiding his face, came stepping towards them between the graves. In his arms, he held something like a baby.

Jon beside him was still unconscious.

The man stopped before a towering marble headstone, only six feet away from them.

Harry's scar ached sharply, the pain he had never felt before in his life.

His wand slipped to the ground, and he covered his face with his hands, and fell to the ground with his legs bent; he couldn't see anything, and his head looked like it was going to burst.

"Wormtail, get rid of those in the way!" A gloomy and sharp voice came from the mouth of the "baby".

A shrill cry pierced the night sky.

"Avada Kedavra,!"

A bright green light pierced Harry's eyelids, and he heard something fall heavily beside him.

The scar hurt so badly that he was so sick that he wanted to vomit...

He knew that his worst fears might have happened.

When he opened his eyes, he saw—

Jon Hart was sprawled on the ground.

he died!