Chapter 1052

They felt much more comfortable when they were strolling in the Gryffindor common room, and the Fat Lady even knew Mrs. Weasley.

Because Mrs. Weasley had returned to the dormitory at four in the morning in her fourth year.

At that time, she was severely lectured by her.

Bill was stunned when he heard this news.

Mrs. Weasley shyly told them that at that time, she was out walking around the school with Mr. Weasley!

"The school caretaker at the time was Apollyon, your father was locked up by him, he still has the mark on him now!"

Mrs. Weasley giggled. They also visited Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

The greenhouse was empty.

Darren took the opportunity to ask in a low voice: "How is Percy?"

This was also a question Harry cared about.

He hurriedly leaned in.

"He is very annoyed, now many people think that Percy's failure to realize Mr. Crouch's problem at the first moment was his dereliction of duty.

And they are also suspecting whether Percy is using Crouch's illness to seek benefits for himself.

There are many letters at home, those owls are almost burying him."

Mrs. Weasley said.

Darren showed a worried expression.

"I should write to the Ministry of Magic to inform them that Mr. Crouch is sometimes normal and sometimes strange, it's not Percy's problem."

"No, you cannot participate in this matter, Arthur said, you and Harry cannot participate, this matter is not simple.

Furthermore, Percy is just under pressure, he won't be okay.

Regardless, they have no evidence, they are just suspecting... they can only not let him represent Mr. Crouch in this Triwizard Tournament, Fudge has come here representing Mr. Crouch."

At dinner time.

They were eating at the Gryffindor table.

Ron and the others were shocked.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Of course, there was also Hermione.

She was a bit embarrassed.

Because Mrs. Weasley's gaze was very serious.

However, after Darren told Mrs. Weasley that the Daily Prophet was all fake and Hermione wasn't that kind of person.

Mrs. Weasley returned to her previous gentleness.

She enthusiastically put some food on Hermione's plate to express her apology.

The dinner was quite rich.

It looked a bit like a last meal.

Darren stuffed himself until he couldn't eat anymore before stopping.

He looked up at the professors' table.

Fudge and Ludo Bagman were sitting together.

Ludo Bagman was quite happy, Fudge was straight-faced and didn't say a word.

Sitting around them was Madame Maxime, her eyes were a bit red, and she was poking at the steak on her plate with her head down.

Hagrid was looking at her with concern.

It seemed Hagrid also understood Madame Maxime's thoughts.

He might also understand the reason why Madame Maxime didn't want to admit her bloodline.

So the simp was back online.

Just when Darren was a bit bored, Dumbledore finally stood up.

He smiled and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will lead you to watch the third task of the Triwizard Tournament.

Now, please have the champions follow Mr. Ludo Bagman to the field!"

Darren stood up.

All the students at Hogwarts clapped vigorously.

The students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were still a bit unconvinced, but their unconvinced attitude, upon seeing their champions, had to helplessly admit that Darren was indeed stronger than their champions.

Of course, stronger than themselves too.

In this competition, almost no one thought Darren would lose.

Snape knocked on his cup proudly, a casual smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Fudge beside him congratulated him.

Harry looked extremely nervous.

When he pulled Darren to follow Fleur and Krum out of the Great Hall, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his mouth.

Ludo Bagman might have sensed his nervousness, he turned his head with a chuckle and said.

"Are you okay, Harry? I think you should be fine, after all, you have Darren... he definitely won't let you lose!"

Harry felt this was the truth, and undeniably felt much more relaxed.

Darren rolled his eyes.

Harry might not be able to relax tonight.

Of course, he couldn't show it on the surface.

He showed an excited expression, indicating that he would definitely take good care of Harry.

This made Harry even less nervous.

He thought the one who should be well protected was Darren.

He was always so foolish.

Don't get deceived by someone!

However, when they walked into the Quidditch pitch, Harry's nervousness returned.

Because the Quidditch pitch was no longer what it was before.

It could be said that it was not at all like what they had seen before.

A twelve-foot wall surrounded everything.

In front of them was a gap, this was the entrance to the maze.

The environment inside looked dark and gloomy.

"After you go in, the images will be projected onto the entire stands, so that everyone can see your performance inside, good luck!"

He said this, making Harry even more nervous.

Because he didn't want to be pinned to the ground by a Blast-Ended Skrewt in front of Malfoy.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands continuously.

Hundreds of students and parents filed in.

Laughter and cheers rang out from all directions.

Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Moody hurried toward them.

Stars were twinkling on their hats.

"We will be patrolling on the perimeter, if you encounter danger, you must send a distress signal.

I think, you all should send a distress signal for me now, let me see, who among you still doesn't know how!"

Professor McGonagall said sternly.

They could only send a distress signal one by one.

Only then did she nod with satisfaction.

Then she looked at Darren.

"Be cautious, be careful... although I think the possibility of life-threatening danger is very small," she muttered, then took a step back.

"Alright, you go patrol! Leave them to me!"

Ludo Bagman said happily.

Hagrid could only wish Darren and Harry good luck, and then they all left.

Ludo Bagman tapped his throat with his wand, he said: Sonorus.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third task of this Triwizard Tournament is about to begin..."