Bored, I Want to See Blood Flow Like a River!

"I told him." Harry didn't intend to hide anything from Mr. Bagman. "There's been a little trouble at their house," he said, glancing up at Phoebe and Viktor in front of him.

Mr. Bagman understood, nodded, and said nothing more.

"For specific details, you can ask my Godfather Mr. Black," Harry added. "He'll be happy to tell you the details."

"I understand," Mr. Bagman nodded.

After learning the specific requirements of the Third Task, Harry called Veratia.

"Harry? — Oh, here's the document. Okay, I understand. Don't ask me about such details. My secretary, Miss Farley, will give you the answers. — Oh, Harry, go ahead."

It's clear that Veratia is very busy.

Harry briefly explained the details of the Third Task to her, interrupted more than five times by Ministry of Magic officials.

"I understand. I'll get back to you later, okay, darling—"

"Okay." Harry hung up Veratia's phone.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Why was Veratia still working overtime so late?

Oh, Harry remembered, Veratia mentioned a few days ago that the Czechoslovakia Ministry of Magic had also been incorporated into Greater Germany, and she was handling related matters.

However, Hungary, which she had been longing for, showed no reaction whatsoever, which greatly displeased the Deputy Minister.

"What's wrong?"

When Ron returned to the dormitory, he saw Harry looking sullen and asked him curiously.

"It's nothing," Harry shook his head. "The Third Task is a maze! I really didn't expect them to turn the Quidditch arena into a maze!"

"This is outrageous!" Ron jumped to his feet. "How could they! How dare they! That's the sacred Quidditch arena, Merlin's foot binding—"

Finally, he suddenly asked, "So, what are you looking for this time? Are you searching for treasure in a maze? Then I recommend you go to Professor Scamander and get an Ooh-Ooh; that way you can find the treasure quickly!"

"No, I'm looking for the Goblet of Fire," Harry said succinctly. "But I don't think the Niffler would mistake that wooden goblet for treasure, so—"

"So what?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So the Niffler strategy is out of the question." Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "But apparently they asked Professor Scamander for a lot of Magical Creatures to put in the maze to stop us from advancing—"

"Oh, Merlin's bitter tea seeds! How could they be so wicked!" Ron sighed, looking up at the sky. "So, will we get to see the heroes get harassed by Magical Creatures?"

Harry glanced at Ron sideways, only to find him grinning.

"It's not my fault that I want to see Warriors vs. Magical Creatures."

Harry realized that his good friend was just a fun-loving guy who thought the game was too boring and wanted to see bloodshed.

"I think your dream might not be impossible to come true. After all, given Phoebe's level of Charms, she might not be able to handle Magical Creatures," Harry said, shrugging.

It wasn't that he looked down on Phoebe, but he felt that the girl's Charms skills were really mediocre.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been unable to defeat Grindylow.

Those small magical creatures—timid and small in size—are all scared away by a single Charms. What can't they handle?

Following Harry's words, Ron became even more excited.

Such a beautiful girl, battling alongside Magical Creatures—

"I can't wait, Harry," Ron said excitedly.

"Same," Seamus said from the side.

"When did you get back?" Ron asked, turning around.

"Just now you mentioned Professor Scamander providing Magical Creatures with access to the labyrinth," Seamus said with a chuckle, "But I think a single Confringo would suffice to deal with Magical Creatures. What do you think?"

"That's you." Ron rolled his eyes. "You're a natural user of explosive Charms, aren't you?"

"That makes sense," Seamus said with a shrug.

The next morning, while Harry was eating breakfast, he suddenly noticed that Ron had squeezed several steps to the side.

Then, a familiar fragrance wafted over.

It's Cassandra.

"Potter," Cassandra said, sitting up straight in her seat, "I heard the Third Task has been finalized?"

"How did you know?" Harry asked curiously.

"That Bulgarian fatty— " Cassandra's eyes flashed with disdain, "He said it in the Slytherin Common Room. So, what kind of Magical Creatures do you think Professor Scamander will put in there?"

"It shouldn't be anything too outrageous, right?" Harry thought for a moment. "I remember Professor Scamander has a louse, but surely they wouldn't put a louse in the maze? It should be at least a three-star or lower level creature, or even a four-star or lower level creature."

Cassandra lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "Perhaps, but it's never wrong to be cautious."

"So you're worried about me?" Harry suddenly leaned in and asked cheekily.

To everyone's surprise Cassandra merely glanced at him, still as proud as a swan.

"So what if she is? As the mistress of the house, isn't it her duty to care for her little follower?"

Harry rolled up his sleeves.

"Who are you calling the master? I'll give you one more chance."

"Hmph, boring."

Cassandra suddenly stood up and leaned down to whisper in Harry's ear.

Golden hair cascaded down, falling over Harry's body, face, and neck.

It's itchy and smells nice.

"Guess who it is, my boy?"

Before Harry could answer, Cassandra had already turned and left.

Harry gritted his teeth.

Ever since the two of them vaguely but directly confirmed their relationship, they have become increasingly alluring!

With a burning desire to teach Cassandra a lesson, Harry ate his breakfast Meiji.

The smoked bacon Meiji tasted great and was nutritionally balanced, enough for a fifteen-year-old with the soul of a twenty-something young man.

The first period in the morning is the end of class. Hermione chose Arithmancy class, so she has to go to another classroom.

After they parted, Harry and Ron went up to the North Tower to reserve their seats for the rest of the class.

The dazzling golden sunlight streamed through the high windows of the corridor, casting wide bands of light. The blue sky outside the window was so bright it looked as if it had just been glazed.

"Trelawney's classrooms are always sweltering like ovens; she never turns off the stove," Ron said as they climbed the stairs leading to the Silver Staircase and Trapdoor.

He was right. The dimly lit classroom was so hot it was hard to breathe, and the incense was stronger than usual.

If you didn't know better, you'd think you'd walked into some kind of steamer for smoking things.

Harry walked to a window with the curtains drawn, the smell making him feel dizzy.

While Professor Trelawney removed the shawl hanging on the lamp, Harry opened the window and leaned back in the armchair covered with Indian calico. A gentle breeze blew on his face, and he felt extremely comfortable.

"Great job, buddy," Ron whispered, praising Harry. "Look at them, they're incredibly stupid, they can't even open a window—"

Thanks to Harry's influence, Ron felt his dazed head clear up considerably.

Professor Trelawney didn't seem to mind him doing that, and even gave Harry a meaningful look.

However, the other students, knowing Professor Trelawney's habit of issuing death pronouncements, did not open the windows and instead humbly endured the incense's stench.

"My dears," Professor Trelawney, sitting in her winged armchair and scanning them with her unusually large eyes, "we've almost finished discussing Planetary Divination, but today is a great time to study the role of Mars, as it's currently in a very interesting position. Please look this way, I'll turn off the lights—"

With a wave of her wand, all the lights went out, leaving only the fireplace as the sole source of light.

Professor Trelawney bent down and took out a small model of the solar system from under the chair, which was housed in a round glass dome.

The model is very beautiful, with a burning sun, nine planets and their satellites suspended in a glass case, shimmering in their respective positions.

"How much does this thing cost?" Justin Finch-Fletchley of Hufflepuff was completely stunned. "It's so cool, I want one too..."

"One hundred and twenty-three Galleon," Professor Trelawney said to Justin after hearing his words.

"That's really not expensive."

As a boy from a family that could afford to attend Eton College, Justin's family was not just well-off.

It should be said that their family belongs to the top tier of the middle class. One hundred and twenty-three Galleon is equivalent to six hundred and fifteen Pound Sterling, which is not a lot of money at all.

Muggle are much richer than wizards— Harry watched lazily as Professor Trelawney began to explain the strange angle formed by Mars and Neptune.

Just as Professor Trelawney entered that rambling state, a rich incense scent wafted towards him.

A gentle breeze drifted in through the window, caressing his cheek. He could hear the faint chirping of an insect behind the curtains. Coupled with Professor Trelawney's rambling, hypnotic lecture style, his eyelids drooped. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to a hundred years ago, but the scene seemed different—he returned to the moment of the final battle, but Runcorn, who had become a dragon, suddenly transformed into a giant Voldemort.

Immediately afterwards, the giant Voldemort's face opened its massive maw and lunged at him.

In an instant, a flash of violet light appeared.

Veratia reappeared before Harry.

She sat in the Minister for Magic's seat, in Minister's Office that was much larger than any office Harry had ever seen.

Behind Veratia is a map of Europe marked in yellow and black, half of which is already colored in, while the rest is blank, including Britain and France.

After the two looked at each other, Harry suddenly saw Veratia stand up from her seat and walk down with light, slow steps.

"My dear? My dear?"

In a daze, he felt himself being shaken.

He opened his eyes abruptly, but Veratia was nowhere to be seen. All that remained was Professor Trelawney's long, narrow face, and in her two black beetle-like eyes, the fire in the fireplace was leaping and blazing.

"Oh, Professor Trelawney." Harry smacked his lips, feeling as if he were drooling.

"Sleeping in class is not good behavior, and I hope you will not do it again," Professor Trelawney warned sternly. "If you sleep in my class again, I will deduct points from your Gryffindor —at least five points."

Oh, only five points.

The Gryffindor students exchanged glances; this price was perfectly acceptable for Gryffindor students.

Besides, Harry is a shoo-in for the championship this year, and he will definitely hand over the title to Gryffindor in the House Cup because of it.

Thinking of this, a ruthless idea came to everyone's mind.

Or... should I go to sleep with the points deducted?

Anyway, Professor Trelawney's classes were extremely boring; you couldn't hear any useful information at all, they were just pure boredom.

Harry was unaware that he was already the top student in his classmates' eyes; he just felt he hadn't slept enough.

It wasn't that he didn't sleep well last night; on the contrary, he slept quite well and completely forgot that Veratia would call him that night. In fact, Veratia was also too busy to call him and only sent him a message telling him to go to bed early and that she would chat with him when she had free time.

"You're almost past Professor Binns," Harry thought to himself. "If we let everyone take a few more classes, Professor Binns' title as the most boring class will probably change hands."

But bored Harry suddenly wanted to add some fun to the dull class, so he rolled his eyes and explained, "Actually, I wasn't just sleeping. Professor Trelawney— I also had a dream, a dream about some things—"

I feel it might be related to the future.

Professor Trelawney's eyes widened, and she cupped Harry's face in her hands, asking tremblingly, "Oh, yes,

"Well, um—you dreamt about something, my dear, what else—? Let me think, you were clearly affected by the unusual visual vibrations in my classroom! Have you never entered this state before? Have you seen things you've never seen before?"

"Yes—" Harry suddenly said solemnly, "I saw it— 'Grim '!"

Harry's words stunned the students in the classroom.

No, buddy?

Shouldn't Professor Trelawney be the one to say Grim while holding your face?

"An Grim?!" Professor Trelawney's eyes, which had been half-open, suddenly widened, and she asked tremblingly, "What—an Grim sign?"

It's clear that she's very happy to have someone who resonates with her.

"I—" Harry hesitated.

"Say it without hesitation, my dear!" Professor Trelawney waved her arms.

"That—" Harry drawled.

After he felt he had attracted enough attention from the whole class, he slowly spoke, his expression resolute.

"I think I see—death."