The young wizards quietly digested what Dumbledore had just explained.
Like the first two rounds, the rules of the third were not particularly complicated.
They would be scattered across New York, without wands, equipment, or anything else, and survive for a week in the largest city in the United States, surrounded by Muggles.
During that time, they had to blend in and avoid exposing themselves.
After seven days, they could buy clues to their wands' hiding places, at a thousand dollars per clue.
Once they retrieved their wands, they could head to MetLife Stadium. The first to arrive would be the champion.
The journey to the stadium was bound to be difficult. There would probably be obstacles, and even with their wands, they would still have to be careful not to expose themselves.
All the champions' expressions gradually grew solemn, tinged with bitterness.
The third round did not actually sound very difficult, but in practice, it was going to be insanely hard.
Wizards and Muggles looked alike, but their living environments differed enormously.
Some champions still looked fairly cheerful. A few were practically beaming.
These were children from half-blood families, along with a very small number of young wizards whose parents were both Muggles.
They knew more about Muggle society and had, at the very least, completed their primary education.
Then there were the champions from Uagadou. As the last magical school to adopt wands, they had previously cast all their magic through hand gestures.
Though the effects and casting speed were markedly inferior to wand magic, gesture-based magic would clearly give them an enormous advantage in these circumstances.
Just as Dumbledore had said, luck would not get them through every difficulty. Facing hardships head-on, without any fancy tricks, was what life was about.
"If there are no questions, we