It was truly strange. Because of Fleur, Harry had rarely felt so cheerful even in the darkness.
He raced down the dark path as if he had endless energy, occasionally using the Directional Charm to make sure he was going the right way.
His desire to seize the trophy was stronger than ever, but he found himself constantly running into dead ends. The maze was astonishingly vast, and for a long stretch of time, he encountered no other contestants.
He counted the remaining people in his head. Fleur needed to rest where she was, Krum had been knocked unconscious and would not wake for several hours, and excluding himself and Hermione, there were still six students from other schools in the maze.
He only needed to be wary of the one from African Moon Mountain. An Animagus who could use firearms was absolutely not the kind of opponent one wanted to encounter in a confined space.
Harry would not attack anyone unprovoked, but he worried that someone else might see him as prey.
That feeling of being watched returned, but when he looked around, he could not spot any camera with a glowing light hidden among the bushes.
Second by second, time passed. The sky grew increasingly overcast, and the black cotton-like clouds suggested that rain might come soon. But Harry felt he was lost, and it seemed he was destined to get drenched.
The Rain-Repelling Charm and Food-Creating Charm were not particularly advanced, yet he had learned neither. On rainy days in the past, all he had needed to do was stay indoors, eat some sweets, and play with Ron and the others by the fireplace.
Now he regretted it a little. If he had known, he should have spent more time learning basic knowledge instead of playing Wizard's