The dinner was more sumptuous than usual, but Albert didn't eat much and hurriedly finished the meal and returned to the dormitory to make final preparations.
After dinner, everyone would go straight to the Quidditch pitch, leaving him no time to make final preparations.
To be honest, this arrangement is unreasonable, but it is the fact.
When Albert put on his dragon suit and was ready to return to the hall, Dumbledore stood up from the staff table and raised his hand to signal everyone to keep quiet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore's eyes swept across the hall, lingering on several warriors for a moment, and finally fell on Albert who had just returned to the hall, and continued: "Now, warriors, please follow Madam Bones to the Quidditch pitch."
Albert glanced at the other warriors and turned to walk out of the hall.
Amelia Bones saw the gorgeous dragon suit on Albert and frowned and asked, "What are you..."
"It's an ad for the Fengya brand wizard clothing store." Albert shrugged and said, "I wore this thing in the first event. It obviously didn't violate the rules of the competition."
Amelia Bones frowned even deeper. She felt that even if Albert didn't wear this extremely exaggerated outfit, he could easily win the Triwizard Tournament. And what was up with the advertisement for the Fengya wizard clothing store
Why hadn't anyone told her about this
Amelia Bones still wanted the match to be as fair as possible, especially since Albert already had the upper hand, but she ultimately had no say in the matter, which was clearly a problem left over from Ludo Bagman.
When the warriors followed Amelia Bones into the Quidditch field, they were shocked to find that it had completely changed.
Twenty-foot-high hedges surrounded the edge of the Quidditch field. The warriors entered right at the entrance of the maze. It seemed that in order to create a gloomy and dark atmosphere, the game was deliberately scheduled to be held after dinner. The dark maze passage looked a bit creepy.
The spectators followed and soon filled the stands.
Many of Albert's acquaintances and friends were in the stands cheering for him.
The banner that read "Albert will win, Hogwarts will win" was once again hung in the air by people, as if they were worried that people would not be able to see the words on the banner due to poor visibility at night. The letters and the portrait of the griffin were all shining with magical light.
The Hogwarts choir seemed to have come to add to the fun of the game; they played sparse songs, making people wonder if they were just there to make up the numbers.
Amid the excited voices of the audience and the sparse music of the choir, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick entered the Quidditch pitch in order.
As if to tell everyone that we were patrol members, the four professors all wore wizard hats with shining big red stars, which looked extremely funny. Hagrid seemed to hate such hats and wore a thick terry vest with a red star printed on it.
"We have assigned four professors to patrol outside the maze."
Professor Dumbledore continued to preside over the game. He glanced at several warriors and motioned them to look at the professors around him. Then, he called several warriors to his side and said, "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and someone will come to help you soon. Do you understand?"
The warriors nodded in unison.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the final event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!"
Dumbledore stood on the podium nearby and pointed his wand at his throat, allowing the magically amplified sound to spread throughout the Quidditch pitch.
"The warrior who gets the trophy first will be crowned the champion." Dumbledore continued to explain the rules of the game to everyone: "The order in which the warriors enter the maze will be determined by the scores of the previous two games. Now, let me report the current score!"
"Albert, Albert, Albert..."
Before Dumbledore could make the official announcement, cheers and shouts broke out from the stands.
"He's really popular."
Bill was surprised at Albert's popularity. A large number of flags and banners in the stands were prepared for Albert, while Harry had very few supporters. Even Fred and George were waving a special flag to cheer for Albert.
"But that outfit is really handsome." Bill was attracted by the gorgeous fire dragon suit on Albert.
"That's a dragon suit worth thousands of Galleons." Ron said sourly. He also wanted to take a photo wearing that gorgeous suit.
In the family seats, Nia and Isobel were waving at Albert.
"Albert Anderson - 100 points, first place, Hogwarts School!" Dumbledore announced when the noise died down.
"Harry Potter - 85 points, second place, Hogwarts School!"
Compared to the popular Albert, Harry had almost no supporters, which made Mrs. Weasley a little resentful.
"Don't be angry, Mom. The most important thing for Harry right now is not to win the championship, but to wait safely until the end of the game." Ron comforted him quickly.
"Viktor Krum—75 points, third place, Durmstrang Academy!"
Krum obviously received much more applause and cheers than Harry. This was the advantage of being an international star. He also had quite a few fans in Hogwarts.
"Fleur Delacour - 65 points, fourth place, Beauxbatons Academy!"
Furong's beauty makes her popular among boys, and many people are willing to applaud and cheer for her.
"Okay, Mr. Anderson, after my whistle blows, you choose an entrance to enter the maze." Dumbledore turned his head to look at Albert and began to count down, "Three - two -!"
After a short whistle, Albert was in no hurry to enter the maze. Instead, he turned and looked at the stands, waved to Isobel and Nia with a smile, and then walked into the maze at a leisurely pace amid everyone's cheers and screams.
This scene made Krum's parents very depressed. Who is the Quidditch star
“Did you take the photo?”
In the stands, Mike Dabo, who was dressed very extravagantly, was asking the photographer beside him. He thought Albert was really handsome in the scene just now. The calmness as if everything was under control was really handsome.
"Ok, I can guarantee with my profession that after these photos are released, a large number of girls will be completely fascinated by him, and Mr. Anderson will definitely become the focus of countless people." The photographer said excitedly.
About thirty seconds later, Harry also chose an entrance at random and walked in.
As soon as you enter the maze, the entrance will automatically close.
Harry had no intention of breaking his promise to Sirius and planned to stay where he was until the game was over.
However, this maze did not seem to allow Harry to stay there and wait, as the hedges on both sides of the passage showed signs of closing.
Shouldn't he be left waiting outside for the game to end
Looking at the gradually closing maze, Harry cursed in his heart and was forced to quicken his pace to avoid being swallowed by the closing hedge.
After the four warriors entered the maze one after another, the fake Moody, who was a patrol member, also began his own actions. He could easily lock the warriors' positions through his magic eyes. The mudblood was not in a hurry to solve the maze, but walked leisurely, as relaxed as taking a walk in the park.
"There's something strange."
Little Batty immediately noticed something was wrong. He could see that there was something wrong with Albert. He was strolling so slowly, and it didn't look like he wanted to get the trophy or win the game. Instead, it seemed like he was deliberately waiting for him.
"Oh, that Mudblood is a fortune teller. He knew long ago that the third project was dangerous." Little Barty murmured and analyzed, "Since he dared to do this, it means he has confidence in himself."
"What a proud and conceited bastard you are. Do you really think that what you see from divination and prophecy is the result? That stuff is not reliable at all." Little Batty was not angry. Instead, he was very happy to see Albert move slowly and give him enough time.
"You're going to regret this."
Little Barty looked at the patrol members not far away, quietly raised his wand, pointed at the back of another patrol member, and whispered: "Soul out of the body!"
"I'll leave you no chance to regret it!" Little Barty looked at the staggering figure in front of him and knew that the other party was resisting the control of the Imperius Curse.
He did not give the other party a chance to break free from the Imperius Curse and tightened its control once again.
“It worked.”
Little Batty's face became even more ferocious. He looked at Albert's position and murmured, "I will not let you even have the chance to regret it!"