The weather has warmed up, but it's still cold outside the castle.

The little wizards who are having breakfast in the auditorium can hear the wind outside the window from time to time, and the Forbidden Forest in the distance is blowing noisily. Everyone can hear it faintly when sitting in the castle.

But fortunately, the clean sky and bright sunshine make everyone have a good mood.

Today is February 24, the second event of the top three.

At the moment, Maka was sitting at the long table, enjoying a rich breakfast. On the side of his plate, the box obtained from the last project was put there by him.

"McLean, why don't you hurry up?" Professor Orson said. "It's 8:30 and there's only one hour left... I know you should be sure, but... You can't be wrong to prepare more."

It can be seen that he still attaches great importance to demstrom's honor. Maka is still only in second place, which makes him a little restless.

"I think you should worry about yourself... The members of the jury should be there first, shouldn't they?" Marca said casually as she chewed the roast sausage.

"Oh - yes, that's right - but it's you, McLean!" Orson said, taking out his pocket watch again and looking at it. "Okay, okay! I really have to go first... Remember to hurry!"

Maka waved casually to show that she knew.

When Professor Orson hurried out of the auditorium again, Marca was still eating slowly and looked not in a hurry.

When the students in the auditorium gradually left and there were fewer and fewer people, he wiped his mouth and stood up with the box.

"McLean, the game is about to begin... As a warrior, you should enter and prepare as soon as possible."

A voice sounded behind Maka. He turned his head and found that it was Barty crouch, director of the Department of International Magic exchange and cooperation.

"Oh, of course - I'm going to go now!" Marca nodded slightly. "Aren't you ill, Mr. crouch? Are you all right?"

"Please worry, it's no problem. I've asked... Well, Weatherby to go back." crouch was still a serious face that was always tight, and he still spoke business.

Of course, I still can't remember Percy Weasley's name.

"Please! The warriors are already in the rest place..."

After saying this, Mr. crouch turned and took the lead outside the auditorium door. It seemed that he was going to lead Marca.

The venue of the competition is still located in the fence where the first event is held.

In fact, site preparation has been done there since last week. Dumbledore once again participated in the construction of the competition venue, but in terms of the time spent, the venue setting this time is obviously much more complex than the last time.

"Mr. crouch, I think... There are some things we must talk about first..." Marca, who had been following crouch, suddenly shouted at him, "yes, about this' riot '."

"Talk about what? What 'riot'?" crouch looked back and frowned, showing a puzzled look.

"Stop acting, no one here hears - we must talk so that something doesn't go wrong!" said Marca impatiently. "Do you understand?"

"I don't know what you're talking about -" crouch frowned more tightly. He looked at Marca with an inexplicable face.

But Maka snorted coldly, and crouch immediately felt something against his abdomen.

"Don't know what I'm talking about? Shall I help you remember, huh?" Maka tilted her head. "Minibus -"

"That's enough! All right!" crouch suddenly dropped his shoulder and lowered his voice. "Don't call my name here! Okay, okay, let's talk first, talk... This way!"

Originally, there were few people here - most of them had rushed to the competition field, and their small movements didn't attract anyone's attention.

One after another, they quickly left the open space in front of the castle, turned a corner and entered a garden on the side.

At the same time, in the tent with the wooden sign of "warrior rest place" on the side of the competition field

"I... I'm coming..." said Harry out of breath. He slipped at the mouth of the tent and fell down at Hibiscus's feet.

"Oh!"

Fleur, who was looking at the box in her hand, was startled. She quickly shrunk her feet - fortunately, Harry didn't sit on the back of her feet, otherwise today's game would be in trouble.

You know, she was upset about what was in the box!

"Oh - where have you been?" Ludo bagman reached for Harry. "Are you okay?"

"It's all right, I'm all right -" Harry stood firm and waved his hand. "Am I late?"

"Well... It was late, but..." Ludo bagman saw Harry, as if a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart. He spread his hand easily. "You see, Mr. crouch and Mr. McClane haven't arrived yet! The game can only be delayed a little... You can catch your breath first."

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, but Mrs. Maxim seemed very unhappy to see him... From the expression on her face, it was obvious that she thought he would not show up.

Of course, she would rather see Marca no longer show up. Because in her opinion, even if Harry is still in the first place, booth Barton's biggest threat is Marca McLean.

As for Professor Orson, he is standing outside the tent and looking into the distance!

Harry bent down, put his hand on his knee and gasped. Probably because he ran too fast, he suddenly had severe pain on one side of his chest and abdomen, as if a knife had been inserted between his ribs.

"Are you all right?" Hermione came up and looked at Harry anxiously. "Why are you here now? Ron and I haven't seen you all morning -"

"I'm checking the library," he whispered as Harry and Hermione walked aside. "I have to be more prepared - you know, I'm not as smart as you and Marca --"

But Hermione obviously didn't agree with Harry's behavior. She said, "you should have done this earlier, didn't you? I've urged you many times, but you always think there's still a lot of time..."

"It's not because of what moody revealed that night..." Harry pushed his black framed glasses and subconsciously raised his trouser waist - the belt seemed to be a little loose after a sprint.

"Don't talk here!" Hermione winked at Harry so that he wouldn't say everything he shouldn't say.

Just then, a voice came in clearly from outside the tent.

"Oh - thank Merlin! You're here at last -"

"Am I late?"

Those are the voices of Professor Orson and Marca. Everyone is familiar with these two voices and can distinguish them as soon as they hear them.

Sure enough, Marca and Professor Orson walked in side by side from the entrance of the tent.

"Looks like I'm just in time?" Marca looked around and wondered, "where's Percy?"

"Mr. crouch was back today, but he left just now and hasn't come back yet!" Ludo bagman shrugged. "Didn't you meet him when you came?"

"Sorry, I don't think I've met Mr. crouch," Marca replied calmly with a shrug.

"Well -" bagman thought for a moment and looked back at Dumbledore and other principals. "What should I do? Do I have to wait a little longer?"

"I'll ask the teachers to help find it later. The game can't be delayed... Start now!" Dumbledore looked around at Orson and Mrs. Maxim. After he confirmed, he said decisively.

Bagman immediately nodded and announced to the four warriors, "then, warriors, please choose a door hole on the fence and stand well and wait for the order to start!"

The original wall with door openings on all sides has been blocked. Only four small door openings for one person have been opened on one wall.

The four warriors discussed with each other, and then walked towards their chosen door openings.

"How's it going, Harry?" bagman whispered, taking Harry a few more steps, avoiding the others. "Do you know what you're going to do?"

"Yes," Harry gasped, massaging his ribs - the pain caused by running had not completely disappeared, and he still had a dull pain under his ribs!

Bagman squeezed Harry's shoulder and went to the referee's table above the wall.

Soon he came to his place and pointed his wand at his throat.

"Loud voice!"

So his voice, like thunder, passed by the ears of all the audience.

"I'm sure you've been impatient, but I think it must be worth your waiting!" his voice easily pressed down the buzzing sound on the fence stand. "In fact, I can't wait as much as you can! But I have to tell you about the content of the second project of the top three competition, don't I?"

Bagman paused and said in a loud voice, "as you can see, this is a huge maze! I think you must understand that the walls of this maze are intertwined with bad luck thorns! In this maze, the first thing warriors have to face is these thorns tentacles that attack you inadvertently from time to time!"

"Of course, this maze is obviously not that simple! Because everywhere in the maze - yes, everywhere! There are dangers, creatures, mechanisms and puzzles everywhere in the maze... Believe me, there are definitely many difficulties here! If you are careless, your previous achievements will be wasted!"

"In each warrior's box, in addition to the most important clues, there is also an eighth map of the maze! They are naturally different. As for whether it will help the warrior holding it win - who knows?"

"Yes... Then, the last! The task to be challenged by the Warriors is -"