Though less than thirty minutes had passed, Cedric, Draco, and Harry already felt exceptionally exhausted.
Perhaps the physical fatigue was not as intense as it had been after the second task, but mentally, they all felt even more drained than they had then.
The last time Wizet knocked them down, they had not even wanted to get back up. They simply lay sprawled on the grass, their eyelids drooping as they stared up at the sky.
Wizet had held back considerably. Whether it was Cedric, Draco, or Harry, they had only gotten some grass clippings and dust on themselves; there was not even a tear in their school robes.
The lawn, however, was a complete mess, with magic-blasted craters scattered everywhere.
"How about we call it here for today?" Wizet suggested. "Otherwise, we're going to wreck this whole lawn."
Harry and Draco had not yet settled who had won, so both of them pressed their lips together and said nothing.
"Fine... let's call it here for today!" Cedric struggled into a sitting position and looked at Harry and Draco. "What do you two think?"
Harry and Draco still did not speak. They were secretly competing with each other, sitting up in almost perfect unison.
Cedric shook his head with a helpless smile. "Wizet, I think they have no objections."
"Then I'll clean things up..." The craters were actually quite easy to deal with. Wizet raised his wand with an unruffled expression. "Reparo!"
His wand traced an arc through the air, and as the incantation for the Repairing Charm fell, the lawn looked like a film being played in reverse.
In the blink of an eye, it had returned to normal, without the slightest trace of its previous ruin and devastation.
A gentle breeze swept over them, making Harry feel drowsy.