"Near-five-star magical creature? That's it? Nothing special!" Harry sat on the ground, panting heavily.
He had no idea where he was in the maze, because he had just finished a desperate sprint for his life.
Yes, that was right. A Sphinx had been chasing him.
He had known he could not solve the Sphinx's riddle after hearing it just once. What a load of nonsense. If his dear Qiu or his good buddy Hermione had been there, they could have given it a try. On his own, he was not going to waste the effort.
But he was not willing to turn back, either. After all, the Sphinx had said there was a shortcut behind it.
I, Harry Potter, am taking that shortcut, and without solving any riddles. So he fired a Stunning Spell at it.
As it turned out, there was a reason the Sphinx had a danger rating of four, an actual strength of five, and an overall rating of nearly five stars. Harry's Stunning Spell did nothing at all. The next moment, the Sphinx roared and lunged at him.
Harry had originally intended to fight it for a couple of rounds, but after two consecutive spells struck that human face-his aim was still very good-and left it completely unharmed, only angrier, he knew he certainly could not beat it.
Well, Professor Flitwick and the others had dealt with the equally five-star Thousand-Year-Old Basilisk so easily. Harry felt that, as a fourth-year who had previously defeated a seventh-year student from Ilvermorny, he had gotten a little full of himself.
Once he actually tried it himself, however, he discovered it was nothing like that at all.
Still, Harry's magic was quite good, especially when he used it to escape. Besides, the Tournament Committee had made special arrangements for all