Afterwards, Malfoy took Lucius and his wife to visit the Hogwarts castle, and Lucius was passing by the corridor. From time to time, she commented on the aesthetics of some statues, and seemed dissatisfied. As for lunch, when a few people came to the auditorium to sit down, Narcissa just poked the lamb chops on the plate in front of her with a knife and fork, and then Stopped eating.
"The food here is really poor." She said with disgust, the slender eyebrows on her eyes raised: "Draco must have suffered a lot here." She looked at her son sympathetically, Malfoy felt this Sight, feeling quite uncomfortable.
He felt that it was already quite good, and the cooking level of the house elves was actually quite guaranteed.
"Aunt Narcissa, I think it's actually pretty good." Pansy chimed in.
"By the way, I have to endure eating with a group of poor ghosts. It's really a pain." Narcissa glanced at Mrs. Weasley who was sitting with Harry Ron at the long table in Gryffindor. , shook his head even more disgusted.
To her, the Weasleys, who were so close to Muggles, were a disgrace to pure-blood wizards and deserved to be crucified.
"Dumbledore may think that his so-called "equal treatment" can reflect his fraternity." Lucius rubbed his silver snake-headed cane, and said sarcastically.
Fortunately, the distance between them was quite far, and Mrs. Weasley did not hear them, otherwise there would have been another verbal confrontation.
"Mom and Dad, I want to go to the library in the afternoon, check the information, and then prepare for the third project of today." Malfoy pushed the plate back and said slowly.
"How about I take Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa to the VIP lounge," Pansy volunteered, briskly, and gave Malfoy a quick wink.
"Then we can't disturb you." Narcissa said in a shrill voice with a regretful expression, and then she actively urged Lucius to leave, not to disturb their son's preparation for the competition.
After lunch, Malfoy bid farewell to his parents, Pansy, at the entrance of the auditorium, and then he walked quickly to the library, but he didn't really search for information related to the so-called third item as he said.
He just unconsciously passed one bookshelf after another, with the help of the faint warm sunlight passing through the glass window, he casually flipped through the books on it, his eyes scanned, as if ten rows at a glance, and then put them down very quickly.
He is using a lot of unconscious information to relieve his nervousness, because he is worried about whether his plan can be successfully implemented.
In fact, Malfoy's heart was not always as stable as he appeared on the outside. A faint sense of unease always lingered in his heart, lingering, and even made him anxious, but he couldn't express it.
The development of the current situation is still under control for the time being, and it is even better than I expected. Compared with the original track, it is roughly the same, but there is a very different deviation.
Malfoy sighed slightly, put a book back on the bookshelf, rubbed his temples, then closed his eyes, found a shady place at random, leaned against a nearby bookshelf, and began to take a nap, recuperate Accumulating energy, quietly waiting for the deadline for the third project to come.
In the "pure" third event, he will only play a supporting role.
Time passed slowly, and then the sun set, and the light from the sun turned an intoxicating orange.
When it was time for dinner, everyone gathered in the auditorium.
The dinner was richer than usual, and many students had a big appetite at this time, enjoying the dinner, but Harry, who was sitting at the long table, was a little uneasy. He found that since the attack on Krum, Mu Dee wasn't as close to him as he used to be, and didn't prompt him any more about the third project.
As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table and the crowd fell silent.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I'm going to invite you all to the Quidditch pitch for the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, the warriors and Mr. Bagman are invited to the stadium." He squeezed Looking at his long silver-white beard, he said in a thick voice.
Malfoy stood up from his seat, and Pansy watched him silently with concern. She had said many times to work hard, and she guessed that the last project would be much more difficult than imagined.
"Don't worry, it's okay." Malfoy rubbed Pansy's hair, said comfortingly, and then followed Bagman towards the playing field.
The four warriors entered the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot hedge bordered the edge of the field. There is a gap in front of them, and that is the entrance to this great labyrinth. The passage inside is dark and a bit scary.
Five minutes later, crowds started pouring into the stands. Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps. The sky was a clear dark blue now, and the stars were starting to appear, and Professors Moody, McGonagall, and Flitwick walked into the field, toward Bagman and the warriors. They all had bright red stars on their hats.
"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and we will have someone to help you. Do you understand?"
With the level of Hogwarts professors, it is still enough to deal with most unexpected situations.
The four warriors nodded together at this moment.
"Okay, you guys go first!" Bagman happily said to the four patrol members.
Ladies and gentlemen, the final event of the Triwizard Tournament begins! Let me report the current score, Draco Malfoy - 87 points, Hogwarts school! The applause and cheers startled the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky.
Malfoy looked up the stage from the center of the field and saw the Luciuses smiling at him, and Pansy was waving excitedly at him.
He nodded and gestured towards them with a smile.
"Fleur Delacour—Second Place, 86 points, Beauxbaton College!"
"Harry Potter - 3rd place, 85 points, Hogwarts House!"
"Victor Krum—85 points, tied for third place, Durmstrang Academy!" Bagman spoke continuously, introducing to the audience
The rest of the audience also gave their applause politely to the next few warriors.
And obviously, when Bagman read this, Karkaroff's face suddenly darkened, as if he was experiencing great humiliation.