Neville's sacrifice finally made the remaining people understand the truth behind this trial.
On the glass walkway leading to the glowing object, each step consisted of two glass panels—one real and one fake. There was no way to tell them apart by appearance; they could only test them through luck.
There were only seven people left now. If their luck was particularly bad, then after taking just seven more steps, all of them would be finished.
Of course, using their lives to test it was the stupidest method. No one would choose to do that.
"Could there be a shortcut?"
Harry said with a frown,
"Like another path we haven't discovered. Or perhaps there are clues here. You know Professor Breen likes to leave hints in the easiest places to overlook."
Hermione's eyes lit up,
"That's right, it's certainly possible."
So, the seven remaining people searched the platform, looking for hidden mechanisms or clues. Or perhaps a second, safer route.
Ten minutes later, after all that effort, everyone gathered at the edge of the glass walkway again in dejection, defeat written across every face.
"It looks like this is the only path."
Cedric's eyes were filled with confusion,
"This isn't a challenge courage can overcome. Could it be that this passage is testing our luck?"
"No one could have such good luck unless one of us drank Felix Felicis."
Fleur rolled her eyes.
"There's a stupid method."
Viktor, who had been carefully examining the gap between the first and second steps, suddenly said.
"What is it?"
Ron asked expectantly.
"Look—"
Viktor pointed at the steps,
"The distance between the two steps isn't that great, right? We can have someone lighter test the way ahead, while someone stands on the safe step behind and holds onto them. If the tester steps