The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Due to the competition, tonight's dinner was more sumptuous than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much because they were really nervous now.

As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple dusk, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table and everyone fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports ground."

Hermione stood up, and the Ravenclaw students applauded her and wished her good luck. She walked out of the Great Hall with Fleur, Viktor, and Harry.

"Are you feeling okay, Hermione?" Ye Ting asked as they walked down the stone steps, "Are you confident?"

"It's pretty good." Hermione said. This can be said to be true. She was indeed a little nervous, but she recalled her experience in the duel competition during the summer vacation and thought of the thrilling final. She thought that the Triwizard Battle for Black No matter how intense and dangerous it is, there is nothing better than facing a black necromancer.

They entered the Quidditch pitch, which was completely unrecognizable.

A hedge twenty feet high surrounded the edge of the field. There was a gap in front of them, which was the entrance to this big maze. The passage on the 11th side is dark and a bit scary.

Five minutes later, people started to enter the stands. Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps. The sky was now a clear deep blue and stars were beginning to appear. Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick walked into the sports field and walked towards Bagman and several warriors. Their hats were all decorated with bright red stars, and Ye Ting reluctantly put on his own hat with red stars. He thought it was stupid.

"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor Ye Ting said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky and someone will come to help you. Do you understand?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, you go!" Bagman said happily to the four patrol members.

"Come on, Hermione and Fleur." Ye Ting whispered before leaving.

The four people walked away in different directions and distributed around the maze. At this time, Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and recited "loud voice", and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Hermione Granger——111 points, first place, Hogwarts School!"

Applause and cheers frightened the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.

"Fleur Delacour——107 points, second place, Booth Barton College!" There was another burst of applause. "Harry Potter——103 points, third place, Hogwarts Academy; Viktor Krum——fourth place, Durmstrang Academy!"

People applauded politely for Krum, but Karkarov seemed a little embarrassed. He tried his best to deliberately give other players low scores, but he still only managed to get fourth place.

"Now... Miss Granger, listen to my whistle!" Bagman said, "Three -

With a short whistle, Hermione hurried into the maze.

The tall hedges cast dark shadows on the path. Whether it was because the hedges were tall and dense, or because of magic, the voices of the audience could not be heard as soon as she entered the maze. Hermione almost felt like she was underwater again. He pulled out his wand and said, "Luminescent flash."

After walking about fifty meters, she came to a fork in the road.

She pointed to the ground on the left with her wand, and a mark immediately appeared on the ground, and then she walked onto the path on the right.

Then, she heard Bagman's whistle blow again, and it was Fleur entering the maze.

Hermione quickened her pace. There seemed to be nothing on the road he had chosen. He turned right and hurried forward, holding his wand high in one hand, trying to see as far away as possible, but still couldn't see anything.

Bagman's third whistle sounded in the distance, and this time it was Harry entering the maze, all in the maze.

Hermione kept looking behind her, and her intuition told her that someone was watching her secretly.

The maze was getting darker every minute, and the sky above her turned dark blue.

Soon, she came to the second fork in the road.

"Show me the way," Hermione said softly, holding her wand flat in her palm.

The wand twirled, targeting the dense hedge to her right. That was north, and Hermione knew clearly that to get to the center of the maze, she had to walk northwest. The best way is to take the left road and then turn right as quickly as possible.

So she marked the fork on the right and walked to the left.

The road ahead was still empty. When they reached a right turn, Hermione turned in. There was still no obstacle. She didn't know why it was like this. It was so smooth that it made him a little panicked. You should have encountered something now. The maze seemed to seduce him with the illusion of safety.

Suddenly, she heard something moving in front of her, and she quickly raised her wand to defend herself. She saw a ten-foot-long creature with a shell-like carapace and a giant scorpion-like creature that looked like a sting wrapped around its back. come out.

"Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewt!" Hermione whispered to herself, "It's so big. It must have been a enlarging spell."

She recalled the experience in Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, where they had gone to great lengths to care for this creature.

Hermione knew that the snail's solid carapace had strong magic resistance and could even reflect spells. It was said that its tail could also emit flames. The only thing it was defenseless about was its abdomen, which was not protected by armor.

"And like all crustaceans, it's very difficult to turn over."

Hermione used a shapeshifting spell on the ground, and a stone pillar immediately rose from the soil under the snail's belly, knocking the squid to the ground.

The majestic snail immediately became funny. It turned belly up and kept twisting its pile of carapace-covered feet, but this was in vain. None of its feet could touch the ground, so turning over was completely A luxury.

Just as Hermione was about to get around the Blast-Ended Skrewt, a red badge in the shape of a heart suddenly appeared in front of her, with "+1" written on it.

"What is this?" Hermione was a little strange540. She picked up the badge and looked carefully. It seemed to be a magic prop. When Hermione turned it over and looked at it, she was surprised to find that there was Ye Ting in the lower left corner of the badge. The signature is clearly his work.

"Is this what he calls a surprise?" Hermione muttered, putting the badge in her pocket. The magic props made by Ye Ting should not harm anyone.

Hermione walked around the struggling squid and quickened her pace. Turning a corner, she saw... a dementor slowly walking towards her, twelve feet tall, with a hood covering its face, and its rotten and scabbed hands stretched straight out. It approached step by step, touching her based on feeling.

Hermione could hear the gurgling gasp in its throat. A cold, slimy feeling hit his body, but he knew what to do...

Hermione skillfully began to think of the happiest things, and tried her best to concentrate on imagining the experience she and Ye Ting had in the rose bushes on Christmas Eve.

A silver dragon flew out from the tip of her wand and soared towards the dementors.

The Dementor took two steps back, tripping over its robes... Hermione had never seen a Dementor stumble before.

"Don't move!" She followed the silver patron saint. "You are a Boggart! Funny!"

There was a loud bang and smoke erupted from the first floor. The dementor disappeared, and then something appeared in front of her. This time it was an Erlenmeyer flask, with more than half of the bottle filled with blue liquid. The blue liquid was very strange. Hermione thought for a moment what it was. Poison, and then she saw a familiar signature on the label of the Erlenmeyer flask, as well as a big "MP"