"Harry, those guys from Nanyang Magic School are going a bit too fast!" Ron suddenly said.
He had noticed that Nanyang Magic School's boat, which had originally been much slower than theirs, was actually picking up speed, gradually closing the distance between them.
When they set off again, Harry had faced forward, checking their direction while studying how to open the chest. Ron, meanwhile, faced backward, using magic to propel the boat.
As a result, Ron was the first to notice that something was off about Nanyang Magic School's speed.
They were noticeably faster than when they had last seen them.
"They're Champions chosen by the Goblet of Fire, after all. They're outstanding students who excel in every respect. It's no surprise they thought of it too." Harry also glanced back, then spoke with a mixture of frustration and pride.
Because he and Ron were also Champions chosen by the Goblet of Fire.
Didn't acknowledging their opponents' strength also speak to their own excellence?
Ron thoroughly agreed with Harry's reasoning and nodded repeatedly. "True, they really caught on fast. How are things going on your end?"
"The chest seems resistant to all magic. I can't open it at all. There's no keyhole or anything on it either," Harry said in some irritation.
He knew how to pick locks. Although he wasn't particularly good at it, most locks in the wizard world weren't particularly good either. If there had been a keyhole, he might actually have been able to pick it.
But not only was this blasted chest dead heavy, it didn't even have a damn keyhole, leaving Harry nowhere to put his skills to use.
"Could it have something to do with the dragon design on it?" While trying every way he could think of to make the boat go