Just like it was two years ago, Mount Olympus is now covered in thick fog.
Dracula waved his wand gently in the thick fog.
A blood-red beam of light blasted towards a place in the thick fog, and the next moment, a hexagram magic circle surrounded by circular light appeared at the place that was bombarded by the spell.
Dracula took a step forward and instantly stepped into the constantly rotating magic circle.
The moment he came into contact with the light curtain, just like the time two years ago when he came with Newt and the Greek Minister of Magic, Albert, the sky suddenly spun and the world seemed to be upside down.
The towering and majestic Mount Olympus was upside down, hanging far above the sky.
Below Mount Olympus is a majestic and elegant building with a strong ancient Greek style, standing on a flat ground like water.
The patron saint of Andros still stood there—as tall as Mount Olympus, a silver giant that seemed to reach from heaven to earth.
However, the silver light on the giant's body flickered at this time, flashing from time to time, as if it would go out at any time.
Endless black fog filled the area around the patron saint, submerging most of the ancient Greek-style buildings. The black fog was still rising, and it would not be long before it would completely bury the temples and palaces...
Dracula knew that these buildings represented all the power that Andros could muster—
Most of these buildings are ancient Greek temples, which contain the faith of countless human beings in gods, and are also filled with the most ardent expectations of wizards and civilians in the magic world for Andros to defeat Herbo.
Building after building served as the base of the formation, and together they formed a magical circle, sealing Helbo's soul in this powerful formation.
The core of the magic circle is the giant guardian god incarnated by Andros!
During the two thousand years of fighting against Helbo, Andros's power was slowly weakening over time, but Helbo's soul power was growing for some reason.
As one side gained strength while the other lost, gradually, Andros became unable to suppress Helbo.
To this end, he borrowed the power of the projection of the building, and used his remaining little power to communicate with the original building in the outside world and connect the beliefs of ordinary wizards on this land.
Eventually, with the help of the outsiders' faith, Andros once again gained power that rivaled Helbo's.
However, people's faith is not endless. When this faith could no longer support the confrontation between Andros and Herbo, the formation automatically absorbed the foundation of the Greek magic world, that is, the magic power that was dissipated outside.
This was a move that gambled the future of the Greek magic world, but these magical powers were no match for Helbo's sudden surge in power.
When these buildings are completely buried, the secret realm collapses and Helbo is born!
Dracula's eyes became very solemn.
He flashed and appeared in the center of the giant guardian.
A tall man wearing a white robe-like outfit and bare shoulders stood palely in the center of the guardian, trying his best to maintain the suppression of Helbo by this secret realm to prevent him from breaking through the secret realm and entering the real world.
"What happened here?" Dracula frowned and asked the man, "Why has Herbo's power become so strong in just two years? Wasn't he destroyed by us two years ago? Wouldn't it take at least ten years for him to recover?"
Hearing Dracula's question, Andros turned around and gave him a forced smile.
"Ah, you're finally here, my old friend." Andros relaxed a little and forced a smile. "You didn't kill all the Dementors out there, did you? The only way I can think of to restore his strength is to plunder the Dementors' dark energy..."
"How is that possible?" Dracula retorted, "In order to prevent you from dying too quickly, I haven't gotten rid of any Dementors in the past two years... Besides, I just went to Azkaban a while ago, and the Dementors there were all alive and well!"
"Ahem... What's with Herpo's power?" Andros coughed weakly a few times and said to Dracula, "I don't understand. There was no sign at all. He almost broke through the secret realm before I could react."
"When did his power begin to surge?" Dracula asked.
"I've been in the secret realm the whole time, so I can't tell the exact time," Andros said, "but it's very close, no more than a few hours."
"A few hours?" Dracula frowned. "Why didn't he get into trouble when I was bored before, but he had to go wrong when the semi-finals started? I feel like it's a bit deliberate..."
"Stop thinking about whether it's intentional or not, I can't take it anymore!" Andros rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Hurry up, come and help!"
Dracula finally put aside his doubts and raised his wand.
"Expe."
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“Point Me.”
In the maze of the final task of the Elite Four Tournament, Harry held his wand flat on his palm and whispered to it.
The wand twirled, designating the dense hedge to his right.
That meant north, and Harry realized that the way to the center of the maze was to go northwest. The best way was to take the left fork and then turn right as quickly as possible.
The road ahead was clear and empty all around. When Harry reached a right turn, he turned in. There were still no obstacles and it was as quiet as a dormitory late at night.
Harry didn't know why the maze was like this. Shouldn't it be full of thorns, with countless dangerous magical animals and countless difficult-to-solve puzzles blocking his progress one after another
Such unobstructed access made Harry a little nervous. He always felt that this maze seemed to be tempting him with the false appearance of safety.
Suddenly, there seemed to be some movement behind me.
Harry was cheered up and quickly picked up his wand to defend himself, but under the fluorescent light of the wand, he saw Cedric running hurriedly from a path on the right.
He looked a little flustered at this moment, with smoke coming out of his sleeves.
"Hush, I just ran into Hagrid's blasting-tailed skrewt!" he shouted to Harry. "I've never seen one as big as this in Care of Magical Creatures. I had a hard time escaping from it!"
"Is it dangerous over there?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, there are all kinds of traps along the way, and there are a lot of scary magical animals." Cedric nodded, "Why, isn't that the route you chose?"
"I didn't seem to encounter any danger along the way..." Harry said hesitantly.
"Is that so?" Cedric looked at him with some envy, "Maybe you are luckier."
He shook his head, turned and rushed into another way, determined to throw the blasting-tailed skrewt away as it approached again.
Harry also quickened his pace and took another path - if he and Cedric could help each other, Harry really wanted to form a team with Cedric. At least this way, the championship would be more likely to belong to Hogwarts in the end.
Turning a corner, he finally saw the first monster on the road... A Dementor slowly walked towards him, twelve feet tall, with a hood covering its face, and its rotten and scabby hands stretched straight out.
It drifted closer, feeling its way toward him, and Harry could hear the gurgling wheezing sound in its throat.
A cold and sticky feeling came over his whole body, but he knew what to do... In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Dracula used a lot of these monsters as teaching aids, and the young wizards at Hogwarts were no longer afraid of Dementors.
Harry tried his best to think of the happiest things, and concentrated hard on imagining the scene of getting out of the maze and celebrating his victory with Ron and Hermione. At the same time, he raised his wand and shouted the same spell that Dracula used on the other side:
"Expe!"
A silver stag leaped from Harry's wand and ran at the Dementor, who stumbled back, tripping over his robes... Harry had never seen a Dementor be so funny as to trip over his own robes.
"Don't move!" He laughed, and took two steps forward with the silver patronus. "I know you're a Boggart! Riddikulus!"
With a loud bang, the "Dementor" exploded into a cloud of green smoke and turned into a funny clown.
The silver stag also disappeared because Harry used another spell.
Harry walked on, as fast and quietly as he could, wand still held high, listening carefully to whatever was going on around him.
When Harry came to a fork in the road again, suddenly, a scream broke the silence around him.
"Fleur?" Harry called.
He recognized the charming witch's voice, but the scream from this voice, combined with the silence around it, seemed particularly terrifying.
Harry took a deep breath and stopped at the intersection of two roads, looking for Fleur's trace... He didn't know what Fleur had encountered, nor did he know how she was now, thinking that maybe he could help.
There were no red sparks to be seen - did this mean Fleur was out of trouble, or was she in so much trouble that she couldn't even get her wand out
If there really was no time to cast the red spark, perhaps Professor Dracula could have heard Furong's scream...
Harry took the right fork with increasing uneasiness, but at the same time he couldn't help thinking that perhaps a warrior had already fallen...
His heart was pounding as he continued walking down.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but Harry encountered only a few magical creatures that were not too dangerous, and some magical obstacles that were not too complicated. He couldn't help but wonder if the wizard who set up this maze had underestimated their abilities.
The trophy was getting closer and closer. After walking on a smooth road for a few minutes, Harry suddenly stopped.
A voice came from a nearby road.
"What are you doing, Krum?" said Cedric's voice. "What on earth do you want to do? Warriors are forbidden to hurt each other!"
Then Harry heard Krum's voice.
"Crucio!"
The air was suddenly filled with Cedric's screams.
Harry was terrified and ran as fast as he could along his path, trying to find a gap to squeeze through, but finding none.
He frantically tried to cast the Shattering Charm again. It wasn't very effective, but he managed to open a small hole in the hedge.
He thrust his legs into the hole and kicked hard at the dense thorns and branches, finally creating a gap and struggling to get through, tearing his robe.
Looking to the right, he saw Cedric lying on the ground twitching, and Krum was looking down at him indifferently.
Harry got up and pointed his wand at Krum. Krum looked up, saw Harry, turned and ran away.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled.
The spell hit Krum's back.
He stopped short and fell forward, face down on the grass, motionless.
"Cedric, how are you?" Harry rushed to Cedric and grabbed his arm and asked hoarsely.
Cedric had stopped twitching and lay gasping for breath, his face in his hands.
"It's okay. You came just in time. I'm not that weak yet." Cedric panted. "Maybe it's because he didn't master the Cruciatus Curse very well."
"I can't believe it... Krum snuck up behind me... I heard it, turned around, and he had his wand pointed at me..."
Cedric stood up, still shaking, and staggered to the ground.
They looked at Krum, who was lying on the ground under the effect of the Stunning Spell.
"It's hard to believe... I thought he was pretty nice." Harry said, staring at Krum in disbelief.
"I was," said Cedric.
"By the way, did you hear Fleur's scream?" Harry suddenly remembered the scream and asked Cedric.
"I heard that," Cedric nodded. "Do you think Krum also did that to her?"
"I don't know." Harry said slowly, in a very heavy tone.
"Don't think too much, the game isn't over yet." Cedric asked quietly, holding onto the hedge next to him. "Should we leave him here?"
"No," Harry denied flatly, "I think we should send some red sparks to get him out... or he might get eaten by a skrewt."
"He deserves it," Cedric muttered.
But he raised his wand and fired a stream of red sparks into the air, which surrounded Krum and marked his location.
Next, a very strange scene appeared in the maze.
Just now, because of Krum, the two warriors, Harry and Cedric, were temporarily united - and now, the fact that they were opponents came back to the minds of both of them.
After all, now that Furong and Krum were eliminated, only the two of them and John were left on the field, and the probability of them winning the championship was greatly increased... Now everyone wanted to get the final championship.
Whether it was because of the honor or because of the thousand Galleons.
They walked silently along the dark path, and when they came to a fork in the road, Harry suddenly turned left, and Cedric turned right in tacit understanding.
Cedric's footsteps soon faded away.
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