Fleur's Greatest Test

Neville was not the only one with this question.

Everyone in the stands who was watching Harry could not help but question his actions.

Until—a black-and-red squid tentacle ten feet thick punched through the rock wall and swept toward Harry.

"The Kraken woke up? How did Harry know?!" Mr. Weasley voiced everyone's doubts.

Under everyone's worried gazes, a dazzling badge above Harry's head, illuminated by the sun, drew their attention.

Carried by the water current churned up by the tentacle, it "struck" Harry in the chest.

Harry's body was propelled backward at high speed by the force.

On the small screen in the middle, he was swimming straight toward the tunnel assigned to him.

The Kraken, having missed its strike, retreated into the cave.

It left behind only the lake water muddied by its actions.

On the other side, Fleur encountered the greatest test of the entire competition.

It was a man whose face was shrouded in mist.

Though his features could not be seen clearly,

the appearance of the rest of him seemed to drain all color from everything else.

Even the beautiful and captivating Fleur became nothing more than a vulgar oil painting.

In the stands, every spectator could not help looking at him.

"Fleur." The man's voice was magnetic and irresistibly enchanting.

Many love-struck girls and boys could not help becoming jealous that such a voice had spoken Fleur's name rather than theirs.

Fleur could not help stepping forward.

It was the first time she had been so vulnerable. She no longer shone as brilliantly as the blazing sun she usually was. As her expression softened and turned solemn, the aura around her became fragile as well.

"Ryan—all wizards other than those on Ryan's whitelist heard only harsh electronic static here—why are you—"

"I just feel that