The green flames on the ground were burning blazingly, swaying gently in the night wind, illuminating the entire venue in a miserable green, making the place look inexplicably weird.
The magic flame is connected to the temporary floo network, and is set up to continuously jump in the line network, transporting everyone who steps into it to different underground floors.
It is said that there are 500 floors separated underneath, and only one of them contains the magic items that serve as the trophies for the Triwizard Tournament. If you want to reach that floor, you must pass numerous tests and face various challenges. Such puzzles and dangers and carefully search for the most correct clues.
Lockhart, disguised as Maka, was the first to step into the magic flame. It was thanks to Maka's excellent performance in the second project that he created a good situation.
"...Is this a level thought up by students?"
Walking into the green magic flame, Lockhart found that he had been teleported into a cylindrical room with a diameter of 100 feet and a height of nearly 10 feet as his vision dimmed.
When Bagman introduced it, he said that all the levels this time were proposed by students and professors. If anyone wants to encounter simpler levels, it depends on whether their face is white enough.
Just like Lockhart, he discovered as soon as he came in that this layer was definitely the plan of a certain professor!
The reason why he came to this judgment was entirely because no student would want to come up with such a simple, crude and boring question!
In the center of the huge room, there was a desk with only a piece of parchment on it. And on that piece of paper, there was this question written on it:
“In 1289, a dedicated group of Sardinian wizards participated in the International Wizards’ Congress that year and submitted an important proposal advocating the division and management of wizarding forces.”
"Excuse me: In which month is the annual International Wizarding Congress held?"
Needless to say, even Lockhart can guess it - this level must be a question given by Professor Binns, who is in charge of the History of Magic class at Hogwarts!
Who else would come up with such a level besides the ghost professor whose lectures were boring and boring
On the wall opposite the desk with parchment, three magic flames were beating continuously, and three different numbers were engraved on the wall behind them - "August", "September" and "October" ".
"International Wizarding Congress?" Lockhart sighed with a grimace, "Merlin's fingernails! Am I taking an exam in a history of magic class?"
If Maka really came to attend, he would definitely choose the answer "September" without hesitation, as he always loves listening to history of magic classes.
At that time, it was precisely because the proposal submitted by the Sardinian Wizards Group was too involved that the organizers deliberately moved the meeting a month in advance to ensure that there was enough time to collect opinions from all aspects during the meeting.
"... I remember that every International Wizarding Conference should be held in October, right?"
As Lockhart muttered, he walked uncertainly towards the pile of magic flames on the right, and after hesitating for a moment, he raised his legs and walked in.
With a soft "bang" sound, he took another step away from the correct floor...
At this moment, Harry, who was in second place, had also entered his first level.
Unlike Lockhart, the first level Harry encountered was a rather interesting "mini-game".
In the American wizarding world, there is a popular sport called "Ghost Blaster" that was born out of Quidditch but has a charm comparable to that of Quidditch.
In the sport of ghost bombing, each side has eleven athletes.
Teammates pass the Quaffle—a common ball similar to the Quaffle—to each other and try to throw it into a "little cauldron" at the top of the court before it explodes.
Any player holding a ghost ball must exit the game if the ball explodes in his hands.
Once a ghost ball is safely thrown into the small cauldron containing a ghost ball explosion-proof agent, the team that made the shot gets one point and then brings a new ghost ball onto the court.
And now, the room on the floor where Harry is located is full of those explosive ghost balls!
They are floating back and forth along fixed trajectories. While not interfering with each other, their drifting routes are intertwined and dazzling.
If Harry wants to pass this level and continue to move towards the target floor, he must pass through the gaps between these ghost balls and reach the green flames on the opposite side of the room.
It is conceivable that if you encounter those ghostly air balls, all movement trajectories will be more complicated, and their explosion countdown will also be forced to start due to human contact.
Once a ball explodes, it will inevitably cause a chain explosion of ghost balls in the whole room.
Even though the explosion of ghost balls is not very powerful, there are quite a lot of ghost balls here. If there was a mass explosion, Harry would most likely be blown up and fainted!
"oh-"
He nervously raised his hands and feet, sometimes bent down, sometimes turned sideways, and carefully moved through the gaps between the large number of ghost balls.
I don’t know who came up with this little “dodge ball” game. It’s really exciting, but it also tests the various abilities of the players.
At this moment, Harry was on one foot on the ground, like an eagle spreading its wings, and he also raised his upper body slightly to avoid the arrival of the next ghost ball.
To say that Harry's physical coordination is still very good, his usual Quidditch practice also makes his reactions faster. While sweating profusely from making various strange movements, he had already walked to the center of the room.
But it has to be said that when Harry faces a direct challenge, he usually gets through it with passion and no brains.
Logically speaking, the trick to passing this level is to walk against the curved wall. This allows the player to no longer have to worry about ghost balls coming from behind, and can focus on avoiding the balls in front of them.
However, Harry has always been a gentle man on the outside, but on the inside he is the ultimate rough guy who has the courage to face a bleak life.
"… Oh no!"
After walking more than half of the distance, Harry, who was pouting his butt and hunching his neck to avoid the attacks of three ghost balls, accidentally got the tip of his butt rubbed by another ghost ball.
There is not much distance left, and the most important thing he should do at this moment is to forcefully rush towards the magic flame!
But Harry obviously hadn't turned the corner yet. He was stunned for a moment. After discovering that the ball's trajectory had not changed significantly, he still tried to avoid the other two balls.
Just when he figured out what he should do and started running towards the demonic flames, an explosion suddenly sounded from behind him.
Then, a thrust slammed into Harry's back, knocking him straight into the magic flames.
"Ouch—"
In a scream like a scream, the magic flame suddenly jumped up, and Harry was teleported to the next floor.
…
Theoretically, even if the chance is very small, it is possible for two or more warriors to break into a certain level at the same time. But no one thought that this possibility would come so quickly.
Hermione and Fleur were only 2 points apart from each other. They stepped into the magic flame one after another and were randomly teleported, but the next moment they discovered that there was someone beside them.
"Miss Granger?"
"Miss Delacour?"
Facts tell us that when two girls with high self-esteem collide, there will always be a series of very bright sparks.
"... I'm afraid we were teleported to the same floor." Hermione glanced at Fleur and said reluctantly, "I think if the route connected by the magic flames on each floor is fixed, then it is very likely that we will always be there. Together…”
Fleur gracefully smoothed her hair and said, "Miss Granger, you can follow me, and I will take you to the right route—"
"No, no need." Hermione pursed her lips, turned and walked forward.
On this floor, the enchanted glass divided it into nine areas arranged in a tic-tac-shape, and the magic flame was constantly burning in the middle area.
Hermione and Fleur were standing at the starting point. After observing, they found that they had to go around in a large circle and pass through eight peripheral areas before they could successfully reach the location of the green flame.
On the wall of the compartment that serves as the starting point, there is an ordinary oil painting hanging; and on the other side of the compartment, there is a gray and rough stone door.
Beside the closed stone door, a few small square stone slabs were scattered on the ground, which looked obviously suspicious.
"The magical creature in this painting is... Acromantula?" Fleur looked up at the oil painting and felt a little uncomfortable.
Girls are always a little afraid of hairy spiders and the like.
"To be precise, this is an oil painting about Acromantulas hunting." Hermione added.
After saying that, she walked straight towards the stone door.
Hermione was right, on top of this dark-toned oil painting were four Acromantulas. They crowded together in the forest and cooperated to hunt a horned camel that strayed into the woods.
Next to it, there were three salamanders running past, rushing towards a bonfire not far away. One of the Acromantulas seemed to be interested in them and tried to catch up.
In the corner of this oil painting, there is a bulging spider web bag hanging on the trunk of a tree.
"...Each of these slates has a rune character on it." While Fleur was still thinking about the oil painting, Hermione suddenly said, "And there is a row of grooves on the door."
"Oh - these are all numbers -" Furong turned her head and took a look, then nodded and said, "It's obvious that the designer must be a brave warrior who wants to find the password to open the stone door in this oil painting, isn't it? ?"
Hermione also turned her attention to the oil painting again. She just thought about it for a moment, then took out a piece of stone tablets with runic symbols engraved on it, and she quickly thought of the answer.
"Wait!" Fleur shouted hurriedly, "I don't think it's that piece - you guessed wrong!"