Cedric, Draco, and Harry worked together to clear away the traps in the passage, finally arriving before the staircase.
The three exchanged a glance, but still kept their wands raised and pointed ahead as they carefully stepped onto the stairs. The seventh level of the maze was only one step away. They had no intention of falling before dawn.
Compared with the sixth level, which rang with the sounds of battle, the seventh level of the maze was remarkably quiet.
"You're here..." Wizet rose to his feet and smiled at Harry and the others.
The moment they heard the voice, all three reflexively raised their wands and pointed them toward its source.
Draco was the first to react. He hurriedly pushed down Harry and Cedric's wands. "Are you mad? That's Wizet's voice!"
"You did the same thing just now," Harry muttered, though he still put his wand away.
Cedric, Draco, and Harry crossed the last few steps and ran over to Wizet.
"Wizet, when did you get to the seventh level?"
"Wizet, did you encounter that swamp trap? How did you deal with it?"
"Wizet, what magical creatures did you run into? Did you see that Re'em? Re'ems aren't easy to handle!"
Only after the three had bombarded him with questions did they notice the trophy sitting on the platform. They gathered around it and examined the gleaming cup.
They all realized that those questions could wait. The urgent matter was to lift the trophy.
"Get some proper rest first..." Wizet drew his wand and cast a healing spell on Cedric, Draco, and Harry. "Episkey!"
With the help of the healing magic, the wounds on all three of them healed completely.
It was just that the contrast between the two levels of the maze was too great. Coupled with