Our gaze shifts to the referee's table.
The referees were chatting casually, and the atmosphere was fairly relaxed.
Madame Maxime turned to Ludo and asked, "What's inside the maze?"
"Various interesting mechanisms," Ludo said with a delighted expression, "And some dangerous Fantastic Beasts. The full list is with Mrs. Heap; it'll definitely be a challenge."
Dumbledore looked at the empty Surveillance Crystal Ball and asked casually, "Where's Mrs. Heap? I don't think I've seen her since earlier."
"In the stands," Ludo replied quickly.
Fudge suddenly interrupted, asking, " Ludo, why did you choose Mrs. Heap to participate in the competition's organization?"
"She can help, can't she?" Ludo rubbed his hands together, his expression unchanged. "Otherwise, where would we find so many Fantastic Beasts to fill the maze? Of course, Hagrid is good too, but I think Mrs. Heap more professional."
In fact, the initial plan was for Hagrid to be in charge of the animals in the maze.
Fudge didn't say anything more.
Dumbledore frowned slightly.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt like something was off.
In the maze.
Scattered along the way, Morris encountered a few more Fantastic Beasts, some dangerous, others just scary to look at.
A group of Nogtail darted out from behind the hedge, squeaking and running around in all directions.
These little creatures look like miniature wild boars, with sharp teeth and claws, but they're not very brave.
" Bone Summoning Spell!"
A huge bone cage fell from the sky and trapped all the Nogtail inside.
The little creatures were running around wildly in their cages.
" Incendio!"
Morris waved his wand.
Flames swept across the area, and soon after, a burnt smell filled the air.
Oops, it's burnt.
Morris put away his wand, glanced at the dark figures in the bone cage, and sighed.
He also wanted to try the meat of this creature; he had even prepared cumin.
Pity.
Morris released the bone prison, bypassed the Nogtail, and continued onward.
The path ahead has forked.
He stopped, looked around, and found that the road to his left was blocked by a wall.
This wall was completely different from the surrounding hedges; it was made of grayish-white stones and looked hastily made.
Without hesitation, Morris pointed his wand directly at the stone wall.
" Confringo!"
A dazzling beam of light shot out from the tip of his staff.
"Boom!"
After a loud bang, debris flew everywhere, and a large hole was blasted in the stone wall, revealing the passage behind it.
Morris nodded in satisfaction and went inside.
That's more like it.
In fact, if he wanted, he could blast his way to the very center of the maze with Confringo.
But that would be too boring.
He was eager to see the entire match.
After walking for a few minutes, Morris saw another wall that looked exactly the same.
This time there wasn't even a fork in the road; the words "Go back" were carved on the wall.
" Confringo!"
Another large hole was blasted open in the stone wall.
This time, something different finally appeared behind the wall.
A trophy lay on the ground.
This is clearly not the real Champion trophy for the Triwizard Tournament; the real trophy should still be on the stone platform in the center of the maze.
Without a doubt, this is a trap.
Having realized this, Morris didn't even glance at the trophy a second time and continued walking.
After walking less than twenty steps, a corner appeared ahead in the passage.
Morris stopped in his tracks as soon as he turned the corner.
Someone was blocking the middle of the road.
The man stood in the center of the passageway, a black robe covering him from head to toe, with his hood pulled low, obscuring most of his face.
At the same time, an extremely strong stench of decay wafted over, as if something had died nearby and had been fermenting for a long time.
Is this also part of the competition?
Morris frowned, then perked up.
Avada Kedavra!
The man in black robes suddenly waved his wand, and a blinding green light shot out towards Morris.
Having anticipated this, Morris prepared the moment the other party raised their hand.
He suddenly lunged to his right, the green light grazing his left shoulder and striking the hedge behind him.
After rolling on the ground, Morris got up and immediately retaliated.
" Expelliarmus!"
" Bone Summoning Spell!"
The red beam of the Disarming Charm and the bone spikes arrived at the man in black almost simultaneously.
The man in black robes swiftly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the bone spikes, but the Disarming Charm struck.
His wand flew out of his hand and landed steadily in Morris's.
Morris gripped the wand, coldly observing the unexpected visitor.
He was certain this wasn't part of the competition.
That Killing Curse just now felt incredibly real; it didn't seem fake.
"Who are you?" Morris asked, as was customary. "Who sent you?"
Although the man in black had lost his wand, he showed no sign of panic, standing in the middle of the passage with his empty hands hanging down.
There was no response.
At this moment, the stench, like that of a rotting corpse, became even stronger.
" Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch.?" Morris suddenly spoke up.
The man in black robes paused slightly.
"Looks like I was right," Morris said, toying with the wand he had snatched, and stepped forward. "How did you come back to life? Can you tell me?"
The man in the black robe lifted his hood.
Sure enough, it was Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch.'s face.
Barty Crouch Jr. Jr. remained expressionless.
Suddenly, his face began to ulcerate, like a severe skin disease, with blisters of all sizes appearing on the surface of his skin.
"Oh," Morris frowned, "You don't look too good."
It's not just bad; this body could completely collapse at any moment.
"I've returned for revenge," Barty Crouch Jr. rasped, "From hell."
"Hell?" Morris looked the other person up and down.
How did Barty Crouch Jr. manage to "come back to life" and end up in this state?
He could already see that the other person's body was rotting, or rather, it had been rotting for a long time.
It is certain that when Barty Crouch Jr.. committed suicide, he was truly dead.
"Kill you... I have no choice but to kill you..."
Barty Crouch Jr. murmured, reaching out his hand to Morris.
"How are you going to kill me?" Morris asked calmly, "With your mouth?"
Barty Crouch Jr.'s lips twitched; he probably wanted to laugh, but he couldn't control the muscles in his face.
He took two steps back, slumped against the wall, and stared intently at Morris.
Subsequently, black mist began to seep from his festering skin, gathering in mid-air.
Morris's expression instantly turned serious.
He was very familiar with the aura emanating from the black mist.
Death Energy.
He had only seen this kind of energy in one person.
The matter is already clear.
Barty Crouch Jr.'s resurrection is undoubtedly related to the man who calls himself " Death," Scrape.
What's going on?