There was one month left until the tournament.
Without a doubt, the Champions were gradually growing nervous and impatient. A whole year of effort and two adventures had all been for this final contest.
The Champions had no idea what they would encounter in the Third Task. They could only seize every moment to practice various spells and work hard to build up their abilities.
However, Su Er's nerves were rather different from everyone else's.
What worried him was how he could plausibly hold back his strength and reach the final location at the same time as Harry without giving anything away.
To be honest, Harry's abilities were not remotely comparable to his. Su Er was not humblebragging. Even so, he was still working hard to practice the Killing Curse and the Shield Charm. If, by any chance, the spell Dumbledore had set up failed to work, he would have to rely on himself, and the Shield Charm was the only defensive spell capable of deflecting other spells.
He was practicing the Killing Curse so that, if he found himself in danger, he could clash spells with those lunatics and at least buy some time.
Not everyone was Harry, fate's favored son, who could pit an Expelliarmus against an Avada Kedavra. Normally, the Killing Curse could overwhelm the vast majority of spells.
At last, the final week of May arrived.
After Herbology that day, Professor Sprout told Su Er to go to the Quidditch Pitch at nine that evening, where Ludo Bagman would tell the Champions what the Third Task involved.
So, at half past eight that evening, Su Er pushed his homework over to Hermione and, as the young girl rolled her eyes at him, left the Room of Requirement. He went downstairs and ran into Harry while passing