manynovel Chapter 484 Challengers
Chapter 484 Challengers
Chapter 484 Challengers
"What should we do?!"
"Buzz!"
Before Cedric could finish speaking, he was sent flying backwards, spinning several times in the air before landing on the ground.
"Disarm you!"
Harry raised his wand and swung it, but before the wand could even get close to the silver-haired figure, she dodged it. She vanished from her spot in an instant and then suddenly reappeared beside Harry.
"Buzz!"
A silver spell flashed at the tip of the wand, and Harry was sent flying backward in a flash of blue light.
"Are you alright, Harry?!" Cedric asked as he scrambled to his feet upon seeing that Harry had been injured.
"I'm alright—" Harry said awkwardly on the ground, thankful for the necklace he was wearing, which saved him from being killed by the Stunning Curse.
But isn't this a bit too much? — Professor Hamilton is at the very end of the maze! — How are we supposed to deal with that?!
How could he and Cedric possibly be a match for Professor Hamilton?
that's the truth.
Seeing Professor Hamilton slowly approaching, Cedric immediately raised his wand: "Faint!"
"Bang!"
Professor Hamilton simply flicked her hand, and the spell was sent flying. Then, her cold blue eyes turned to Cedric.
"Snapped!"
Cedric flew out again, but this time he flew much farther, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.
"Cough cough—cough cough cough—"
If it weren't for the sound of his coughing, Harry would have suspected that he had already passed out—but to be honest, he himself was almost passing out.
How should we deal with this? Harry slowly stood up, looking warily at Professor Hamilton in front of him.
She doesn't seem to attack Harry and Cedric unprovoked, but if they even consider attacking her, she'll retaliate immediately.
And if Harry and Cedric try to get close to the Goblet of Fire, she will attack them as well.
"————" Harry gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his wand, staring intently at the expressionless, indifferent silver-haired girl.
He stepped back slightly and slowly walked to Cedric's side.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a low voice.
"I'm... okay... but I feel like I've broken a few bones."
If it were truly broken, things wouldn't be like this, right?
Harry pursed his lips and said softly, "Should we... maybe we should back out first?"
"This is someone we can't defeat right now—"
"Hmm—" Cedric slowly stood up, leaning against a pillar. His eyes, looking at the silver figure not far away, held a hint of despair.
"Thank goodness she doesn't know how to use the Killing Curse—" Harry muttered to himself.
After all, he had seen Professor Hamilton use the Killing Curse on Voldemort—Professor Hamilton probably restricted his own shadow—otherwise, if she knew how to use the Killing Curse...
I and Cedric are definitely dead by now —
The two of them slowly retreated from the hall, and after the silver figure was out of sight, they sat down on the ground with a thud.
It's terrifying—no matter how I wave my spell, she dodges or deflects it, and her counterattacks are incredibly fast—
Not only was there no sound, but the movements were so fast that they were imperceptible.
Harry and Cedric exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting not only each other's despair but also their own helplessness.
"what?"
Just then, a series of footsteps, accompanied by confusion, approached.
Fleur and Emma, who looked a bit disheveled, walked over.
They didn't seem to be in good condition; their robes were torn, and there were some scratches on their arms.
It was obvious that they had just gone through a tough battle.
"What are you doing here?" Fleur lowered her wand slightly, seemingly noticing that it was Harry and Cedric.
Emma shuddered and hid behind Hibiscus.
"We'll rest here," Harry said after a moment's thought.
"Like this to rest?" Hibiscus blinked, puzzled. "What's in here?"
She looked at the vast space at the end of the corridor.
"I suggest you don't go in yet," Cedric said slowly. "It's very scary in there—"
"That's right." Harry nodded, still shaken. "We just escaped from inside—"
"Is that so?" Hibiscus pursed her lips, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Could the end be inside?"
"In some ways, yes," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "But—"
"How can we not go in and take a look?" Hibiscus smiled. "Besides—what difficulties could there be?"
"We've already defeated ourselves, so what's there to be afraid of?" she said, taking a deep breath and gripping her wand tightly.
"Don't worry, Harry, Cedric," she said, adding reassuringly, "Even if I become the champion—you still have a runner-up."
"————" Cedric and Harry exchanged a glance, and then both of them suddenly chuckled.
"You people!" Fleur seemed annoyed by the laughter. She stomped her foot and then walked toward the hall, wand in hand.
"————" Emma, who was behind her, looked at Harry and Cedric as if she wanted to ask them something, but Fleur was walking too fast and she had to hurry to catch up.
"How many minutes do you think it will take?" Cedric asked, looking at Harry.
"You should ask for a few seconds," Harry replied.
"Bang!"
"Clatter!"
Before they could finish speaking, the two heard the sound of something being hit, followed by a figure flying backward and rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.
It was a person with silver-gold hair, clearly Furong.
"Are you alright—" Before Harry could even speak, she had already rolled over and gotten up, but the confidence she had shown earlier was gone, replaced by a look of despair.
"Is this a joke?" she muttered to herself.
"Clatter!"
Another figure flew out; it was Emma. She, too, rolled several times on the ground before stopping.
However, compared to the despair on Furong's face, she for some reason—had a very happy expression.
What does this mean?!
Harry and Cedric stared wide-eyed at her expression.
"Miss Hamilton is indeed—indeed very cool—she has such a cold aura—I like her so much—"
"Is she crazy?" Harry asked Cedric in a low voice.
"Why didn't you say earlier that Professor Hamilton was inside?" Fleur looked at the two of them as if she had realized something.
"We told you it was dangerous in there," Harry shrugged helplessly. "You insisted on going in—"
"That's true." Cedric nodded and said, "You can't blame us for this—"
"You guys—" Furong gritted her teeth and glared at the two of them.
"Tsk?" A somewhat cold voice came from that moment.
The four turned their heads and saw Siegfried with a cold expression, and Dukrum following behind her.
The two of them didn't look too disheveled, though they seemed a little wet.
"What are you doing here?" Krum stared at the four people for a moment, then asked instinctively.
"It's nothing," Cedric suddenly winked at Harry and Fleur and said, "It's just that there's a very powerful enemy inside."
"We don't have any solutions for the time being."
"Yeah, yeah—" Furong said, rubbing her eyes, "We ordinary students really can't handle this."
"You'd better not go in," she said, glancing at Harry.
"Ah—yes, yes, yes!" Harry understood what they meant and said, "You absolutely mustn't go in."
"————" Krum raised an eyebrow and glanced at Siegfried.
"It's alright, don't worry," he said confidently. "We are Durmstrang's best students—"
"Even if Grindelwald comes, we will not back down."
He patted his chest as he spoke: "All you need to do is find out who the runner-up is."
"Because the champion has already been decided."
As he spoke, he and Siegfried walked into the hall.
"Bang!"
Within seconds, he was also sent flying and crashed to the ground face-first.
Siegfried, pale-faced, ran out—she squatted on the ground and took a few deep breaths as if she had been stimulated by something.
"How was it? Pretty impressive, right?" Fleur laughed at their expressions. Her laughter made Krum, who had gotten up, say something in German with a fierce look.
I don't know what it means, but it's definitely swear words.
However—Harry looked at the other five disheveled heroes and didn't know what to do for a moment—were these really opponents that two students could defeat?
Or perhaps—he seemed to have thought of something and clenched his fist.