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But Levin was still sweating profusely while watching.
He watched as Harry, after a brief attempt, resolutely walked into a corridor filled with golden mist.
This corridor was designed by Snape himself, combining hallucinogenic drugs and hanging plants. When people enter this corridor, they will have an upside-down illusion, as if they are walking on the ceiling.
This situation can directly cause blood to rush to the brain, and the high starry sky can also turn into a bottomless abyss, making people unable to resist experiencing acrophobia.
Levin was surprised that Harry, after discovering that the Shattering Charm was ineffective against the golden mist, actually chose to force his way through.
Why did he have to suffer this pain himself when he could have simply used a Whirlwind Spell or something to disperse the fog?
He had used similar spells in the third duel before.
Levin was almost driven to tears by his stupidity.
He was quite clever during the duel.
Harry's next challenge is the Sphinx, a mysterious creature that is also an old acquaintance of Levin.
The Sphinx seemed to have also noticed the invisible Levin, glancing in his direction intentionally or unintentionally.
“You need to answer my riddle,” the Sphinx said to Harry. “You have three chances. If you guess it correctly within three attempts, I will let you pass; if you guess it incorrectly, I will pounce on you without mercy. Of course, you can also choose not to answer, in which case I will let you go without hurting you.”
Harry hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded. "Alright, can I hear a riddle?"
Just as the Sphinx was about to speak and present her treasured riddle, she suddenly received a telepathic message from Levin:
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"He's the last warrior left, so let's keep the puzzle simple, okay?"
The Sphinx immediately recognized the speaker as the boy who could transform into a chimera, and decided to give him face.
Then Harry heard the Sphinx utter the famous riddle:
"What has four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?"
Harry was stunned.
At that moment, he even felt as if the other person was insulting his intelligence.
Anyone who has ever heard of the Sphinx should know the answer to this riddle... or rather, all Sphinxes only know this one riddle?
Harry racked his brains but still couldn't understand why this question was so easy, but he still honestly gave the answer: "It's a person!"
"You answered so quickly, you're amazing!" The Sphinx praised him as if Harry had solved a riddle of the ages, then made way for him.
Harry happily ran towards the trophy.
.... ... ....
"Thanks, Sphinx. I'll invite you over to our house sometime."
Levin left a message and followed closely behind.
Harry continued onward, and as he passed the last fork in the road, the view suddenly opened up, revealing the high platform at the center of the maze.
The place where the trophy should have been is now empty.
"Perhaps Hermione and Fleur have already beaten them to it," Harry thought.
Realizing that he wasn't number one, a slight sense of disappointment inevitably welled up inside him.
But only slightly, because he knew clearly that the gap between himself and the top two ranked players was indeed quite significant in the three matches.
Fortunately, four medals were still on the table.
There were supposed to be six medals, which means that only two people had arrived here before him, and he came in third.
"Third place, not bad at all." He excitedly jogged up the steps, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation.
When Harry unexpectedly became a champion, he never dared to imagine that he could achieve such great results in this Triwizard Tournament.
After all, this competition brought together the best students from various colleges, and he always felt that he was just an extra.
Although he is not as good as Hermione and Fleur, he has at least defeated Krum and Estella, who are quite outstanding young wizards in their respective schools, and has come this far step by step.
Although he didn't understand why he hadn't encountered any other contestants throughout the entire process, perhaps they were trapped in some kind of trap.
But that doesn't matter anymore; a win is a win.
Overwhelmed with joy and pride, Harry reached out to grab the medal that belonged to third place, ready to announce his victory to the world.
However, the moment his hand touched the medal, Harry vanished from his spot.
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Chapter 433 Riot
As Harry's figure disappeared from the screen, the audience erupted into chaos as if a button had been pressed. The various spell lights emitted by wands, mixed with screams, pierced the night sky, weaving together into a mournful symphony.
Many spectators were stunned. They had been sitting with their friends and family, cheering for the game, but in the blink of an eye, these people suddenly became ruthless and began attacking the crowd on their own.
They mostly used area-of-effect spells such as "Blazing Flames" and "Rapid Fire of Arrows," which, while not fatal, had a very wide range of impact.
The innocent spectators, their faces filled with shock and fear, scattered in all directions. They couldn't comprehend this sudden turn of events and could only instinctively defend themselves, plunging the scene into chaos.
At this moment, several dark wizards finally tore off their masks, revealing the狰狞 faces of Death Eaters. They laughed wildly as they cast spells in the stands, showing no mercy to the underage wizards in the arena.
People scattered and fled, and some spectators, after discovering that their relatives and friends had been knocked down, began to fight back.
However, the attackers did not engage with them; instead, they wandered around the stands, constantly instigating new disturbances by the "737".
Cries and screams rose and fell.
"Run! The dark wizard is attacking!"
"It's Death Eaters...they're here!"
"Mommy...Mommy, where are you?"
"Don't step on it! Don't step on it! You're stepping on my calf!"
Although these attackers were few in number and not particularly strong in combat, the riots they caused in the stadium, which were scattered throughout the venue, had an effect far beyond what most people could imagine.
The Aurors maintaining order were completely overwhelmed and exhausted.
They felt as if they were in the midst of an endless storm, with unrest coming from all directions, and every place needing their support, but their manpower was stretched thin and simply could not meet the demand.
Among these attackers, those dressed as Death Eaters were the professional saboteurs. They were ruthless and cunning, skilled in evasion and guerrilla tactics. They didn't bother to engage with the attackers, but after casting one or two spells, they would quickly move to a new position and hide themselves in the chaotic crowd, making it impossible for the attackers to find a way to strike.
However, many of the attackers seemed completely unconcerned about their own safety.
Completely defenseless and ignoring the spells that struck them, they set fires everywhere, some even charging headlong into the Hogwarts students' stands like a group of desperate suicidal attackers.
Their enthusiasm was so intense that even being knocked down midway did not faze them in the slightest, let alone make them stop.
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They took advantage of the Triwizard Tournament being open to tourists to blend into the crowd. As soon as Harry was sent away, they immediately started a riot.
Their only good fortune was that they could only infiltrate among the visiting tourists and their parents; they couldn't possibly mingle with the young wizards at Hogwarts.
When designing the stands, the seats for visiting spectators and the junior wizards from the three schools were separated.
This gave them a buffer period.
Hermione was standing below the stands, surrounded by her classmates, receiving their congratulations.
However, the sudden screams and explosions shattered the joyful atmosphere. She immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and the scene before her made her heart tighten.
In this critical moment, she reacted swiftly, clutching the communication badge of the Erudite Society tightly in her hand, and simultaneously casting [Illusory Sound] on herself. The girl's clear and firm voice echoed above the stands:
"Wizards of the Academy of Knowledge, do not panic! Assemble here immediately, report to your respective study group leaders and follow instructions. The Academy will do everything in its power to protect you."
"All members of the association and students of Class 3, please come to my side immediately. Students of Class 3, organize your study groups. Members of the association, follow my instructions and work together to build a defense."
"Young wizards of Hogwarts, if the situation allows, please leave the stands as soon as possible and gather behind us. The Faculty of Learning and the professors will join forces against the enemy."
At this point, Hermione's reputation as a champion and her long-standing prestige as the de facto head of the Society came into play.
Hermione's command immediately gave the chaotic young wizards a sense of direction and helped them find their bearings.
The members of the Erudite Society quickly rallied into small groups, supporting each other as they left the stands and gathered around Hermione.
Meanwhile, Hermione also found Cho Chang and Luna, who were by her side.
"The situation is urgent, and we need to set up defenses immediately. Would you be willing to lend me a hand?"
“Of course,” Zhang Qiu and Luna replied without hesitation.
They stood side by side with Hermione, together forming a circular magic circle.
Although none of the three girls were adult wizards, they had all taken Levin's permanent attribute potion, and their magical power far exceeded that of ordinary adult wizards.
As Hermione completed the casting of [Force Wall], a transparent hemispherical shield appeared, tightly covering an area of nearly a hundred meters in radius.
When the various spells that came from afar met the force field wall, they could only helplessly bloom into sparks, unable to penetrate this solid protection, and the little wizards inside the shield remained safe and sound.
The appearance of the shield was like a beacon in the darkness, giving the young wizards a glimmer of hope.
They gradually realized that Hermione's words were not empty talk, but a real promise. So, they all gathered towards the shield.
As time went on, more and more people gathered, and the space inside the protective enclosure became increasingly crowded.
Hermione's heart tightened, and she immediately issued instructions to the officers of the Erudite Society and the core members of Class Three who were proficient in arcane magic.
These trained young wizards were quite different from the wizards who scattered and screamed in terror; they followed Hermione's instructions methodically.
The Class 3 members formed circular magic circles, providing a continuous supply of magic to Hermione's core magic circle. The other members assisted from the sidelines, protecting the Class 3 members from interference while they cast their spells, and maintaining order by safely housing the Hogwarts students who had come to seek refuge in the rear.
As more people's magic converged, the protective range of the Power Wall spell continued to expand, reaching a radius of twenty or thirty meters, attracting more and more seekers of refuge. Even Fleur brought the young wizards from Beauxbatons to join their ranks.
As for the attackers, they eventually had to focus their attention on this unusual area and reduce their attacks in other directions.
On the other side, Dumbledore gazed at the chaotic scene before him, his heart filled with helplessness and worry.
He knew perfectly well that this whole scene was Voldemort's elaborate scheme, using the psychology of these righteous people to protect ordinary citizens and launch a suicide attack, all to delay his advance.
This kind of open conspiracy leaves one helpless; even though Dumbledore had already seen through everything, he had no choice but to obediently step into this trap.
He was about to cast a spell to try to maintain order when he caught sight of Levin rushing over from a distance.