Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 171, Project 1

The day finally came to November 24th, much to Harry's anxiety.

When Harry blankly stepped into the tent where the warriors were to wait, Delacour and Krum were already inside. Delacour sat on a bench in the corner, pale and sickly, while Krum's face was even more gloomy than usual.

Cedric was fairly friendly to Harry; he smiled at Harry, and Harry stiffly returned the smile.

"Great, everyone's here! Let me give you a briefing!" Bagman cheerfully gathered the warriors together and said, "Once everyone's gathered, you'll have to pick out the miniature models of the things you'll be facing from this bag—they come in different types. Oh... and one more thing, your task is to collect the golden eggs from beside them!"

After the players drew lots to determine their order of appearance and playing area, the Warriors dispersed. Krum returned to the corner, Delacour sat back on the small stool, and Porter stood blankly to the side.

Harry wanted to be alone, but Bagman's overly attentive attitude made it impossible for him to guard against.

Fortunately, the whistle for the start of the match outside saved him.

As Cedric, Fleur, Krum, and the others triumphed, a deafening roar of applause filled the tent.

Harry stood up from the stool and waited.

Then he heard whistles outside, and as he walked through the tent entrance, the enthusiastic cheers made him feel as if he were back in the Quidditch stadium for a moment.

He cleared his mind of all distractions, focusing completely and absolutely on that thing—his only hope for victory…

Harry slowly raised his wand. "Firebolt, come here!" he shouted.

At this moment, every cell in his body was praying…

Finally, Merlin smiled upon him…

He lifted his leg, straddled the flying broom, pushed off the ground, and soared into the air.

At that moment, he ignored the cheers from outside the arena and focused all his attention on the plan he had previously devised…

Thea sat high in the stands, watching the boy soar like an eagle. She saw him almost get hit by the dragon's tail, and she saw him almost get burned by the dragon's flames...

"Look!" Bagman shouted. "Look! Our youngest warrior has retrieved the golden egg in record time! Excellent! This will narrow the gap between Mr. Potter and the other warriors!"

Harry saw the dragon trainers rush over to calm the bee's rage, and he saw the professors waving at him.

He landed smoothly on the ground, feeling the lightest he hadn't felt in weeks... He had passed the first test; he had survived...

"Well done, bro!"

Ron's face flushed red and then paled as he hesitated before uttering those words.

"Harry, forgive me for realizing this truth so late, but they really were after you!"

Once you've said the first sentence, the rest is easy to say.

“You finally understand…” Harry felt as if the heavy weight that had been pressing on his chest for days had suddenly lifted.

“It’s alright, let’s forget about it!” Harry said, extending his hand to Ron with a relaxed expression.

Then Ron shook hands with him.

Hermione was almost moved to tears and placed her hand on top of hers.

As Harry walked into the common room carrying the golden egg, a ball filled with ribbons burst open above his head, and gold ribbons and red fragments drifted slowly down from the air.

The tables and chairs were laden with cakes, pastries, and drinks, and flags and banners hung all around, all bearing the same message: "Congratulations to Harry Potter on winning the game!"

Upon seeing Harry enter, the Weasley twins immediately shouted, "Our hero is back!"

Applause and cheers immediately erupted throughout the common room, and Harry's face flushed instantly.

He pointed to the flags and banners and said, "No... I only passed this competition... there are still two more to go..."

"Who cares! They're all pretty much the same, aren't they?"

George's statement was agreed upon by almost everyone.

Then, no one knows who threw out the first piece of cake... anyway, they had already begun their carnival.

While Gryffindor was already in a frenzy, Thea and the others weren't idle either.

"How many completed phonograph machines are left?" Thea asked without looking up as she flipped through the orders.

"There are 5 units left; the rest have all been sold."

Upon hearing this number, Thea frowned. "Approximately when can mass production be achieved?"

“My dad and Uncle Nott wrote to say that it might take another week or so, the Muggle machine… is a bit hard to master.”

When it came to serious matters, Draco also looked very serious.

"That's good." Thea nodded.

"By the way, are there any registrations still open these days?"

“No,” Daphne shook her head, suppressing a laugh, “even though we’ve mentioned 150 Galleons, no one’s signing up.”

"Sigh..." Thea sighed deeply.

How lonely it is to be invincible!

Thea couldn't help but scoff inwardly, but she knew perfectly well that her rudimentary skills were only good enough to bully those wizards who hadn't yet graduated from school.

Seeing Daphne and the others trying to suppress their laughter, Thea's eyes lit up and she came up with a good idea.

"How about we have a team competition between the two colleges?"

“Tell me more about it!” Gella was immediately drawn to this word.

“It’s a team competition with fewer than 20 people from each college,” Thea said as she refined the plan. “The venue will still be an open area on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.”

"It's impossible for the four colleges to be completely without any conflicts. If there are conflicts, then let's settle them on the field. As long as we make arrangements with the professors, no one will object!"

Thea became more and more excited as she spoke, and this excitement stirred up the emotions of the others as well.

“…But what’s the point of just dueling among Hogwarts students?” Gellar’s ​​eyes gleamed. “Isn’t the Triwizard Tournament all about competition, exchange, and champions? It’s no fun if you leave them out…”

The group immediately thought of the inexplicably arrogant figures of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and understood what Gellar meant.

"Exactly! How will we know who's better if we don't have a competition!"

Daphne looked excited, clearly wanting to show off her home-field advantage in front of the other two schools!

It's all because they always look down on this rural place!

“But I heard they were all selected from their respective schools… what if…” Even the usually cautious Zabini expressed his concerns.

"What's the big deal? We might lose!" Thea waved her hand magnanimously. "It's a rare opportunity to see outstanding students from other colleges. Wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't learn anything?"

Thea's statement was agreed upon by everyone.