Through the dark portal, a familiar wooden platform floats in mid-air.
This time, the brave warriors did not fall into any strange space, and they appeared again in the Forbidden Forest.
The mist rising from the woods blurs the depths of the Forbidden Forest, but above the mist, the canopy of trees swaying gently with the breeze forms a verdant sea that is still refreshing to the heart.
Harry gazed longingly at the distant, barely visible main castle of Hogwarts. After a while, he pulled his gaze away, fixing it on the edge of the platform. A faint smile played on his brow, and the exhausted body and spirit that had been tormented by a series of challenges betrayed a hint of excitement in his voice.
"So, are we going to have a Quidditch match this time?"
At the edge of the platform, twelve flying brooms hung in mid-air.
"Winx 2000?"
Wickey walked over, and with a single glance, recognized the model of these flying brooms.
"It's a top-tier racing broomstick for Quidditch matches."
"Hmm, twelve brooms..."
Fang ran through the number of brooms.
"It means all members of the four teams will participate together, vying for the. Key?"
Harry and Cedric immediately turned to look at Wickey, who naturally understood their meaning.
Stretching out his hands, Wickey smiled and said,
"I will honor my previous promise and help you secure this key."
In terms of flying broomstick control, both Harry and Cedric were inferior to Wickey. With Wickey's promise, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, what do we need to do then, catch the Golden Snitch?"
Harry approached the brooms, grabbing one and delightedly rubbing the handle.
His first broom was the Winx 2000, which he had a deep attachment to the model of flying brooms.
Splash!
A burst of noise echoed through the mist-filled woods, as a swarm of tiny golden objects shot into the sky covered in the twilight hues.
These tiny creatures were incredibly agile, fluttering gracefully in the air as if they were carried by the wind.
"Ah, it's truly the Golden Snitch!"
Cedric rubbed his hands together, eager and anxious to try.
"Catching a golden key among a heap of golden snitches, I think that's what we need to do."
"Oh, fortunately, I already have one."
Fang patted her chest.
"I'm not as skilled in Quidditch as Zubeidah, but this challenge is interesting. We don't have to fight against any monsters."
"That's how it is!"
Cedric confidently mounted a flying broom, looking at Harry,
"Whoever catches it is the winner, if it's Wickey who catches it, we'll draw again, deal?"
"That's quite reasonable."
Harry nodded.
"I've always heard that you guys fly very well, Harry and Cedric."
Wickey's face was imbued with a confidence and aura that had not been seen in the previous levels,
"We can have a race."
"It's a shame that Ron is out of the game, he would definitely enjoy this level."
Harry laughed and said, then turned to look at Hermione, who looked worried.
"Oh, there's no need to worry, Hermione. I'll handle this level!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, but did not refute.
She knew Harry was surely wanting to fairly compete against Cedric in his command of flying brooms, and besides, her Quidditch skill was probably not up to par for this high-level match.
So, the three boys, all with exceptional skills in Quidditch, took their positions. With a command from Fang, they shot off into the sky like arrows released from a bowstring!
Ludo Bagman howled in agony at this sight, and the small wizards watching the match let out a wave of cheers that grew louder and louder with each passing moment!
But the cheers soon turned to screams, and then into disappointed sighs.
Several Hufflepuff wizards even shed tears over it.
"Oh, did I miss something?"
Astoria, who had sent a message, hurried back to the judges' table.
On the large screen, there were many wildly flying, swinging their big sticks and hammering towards Harry and Wickey.
" Poor Cedric got hit by the ball!"
Ludo Bagman turned to answer Astoria's question, with an expression of regret on his face,
"Hogwarts has lost a team for sure. To be honest, he flies quite well even if his luck isn't great."
"He was caught off guard."
Mrs. Maximoff said,
"The surprise attack from your students who came flying out of the clouds and scared him. After going through so many levels, he's clearly not as agile as usual."
"If that Potter had fallen too."
Dedrihn suddenly said,
"Hogwarts might be in trouble."
"Winning or losing isn't the most important, Whip."
Dumbledore smiled sideways,
"Considering that this is the first Triwizard Tournament in many centuries, I think that Astoria arranged these trials to promote mutual understanding and cooperation among the three European wizarding schools."
"Oh, this is indeed what I had hoped for."
Astoria nodded and smiled,
"I look forward to these outstanding young people joining hands and overcoming the challenges of the future."
Maximoff and Dedrihn were slightly moved and fell silent.
Durmstrang and Beauxbatons came from afar, surely hoping to lift the Triwizard Cup at Hogwarts.
But both headmasters had to admit that.
The first Triwizard Tournament in many centuries, it is better to cooperate than to compete for victory.
Finding a golden key among hundreds of golden snitches is not an easy task.
And even more so, there are still three houses left behind in sports class, who are continuously waving their brooms and using quaffle balls to disturb them.
Even for Wickey, a world-class Quidditch seeker, and Harry, a once-in-a-century talent, it's not easy to catch the key in this situation.
But unfavorable conditions can also become an advantage.
After numerous attempts and failures, Harry and Wickey finally snapped out of it.
They stopped being fixated on catching the key, and instead used their excellent flying skills to lure others.
One by one, the interlopers were pushed away by their own teammates, the Quaffle sent off the field.
In the end, Wickey used his signature technique to attract the attention of the interlopers, and Harry quickly rushed into a heap of golden snitches, securing this crucial key for Hogwarts!
The sun was half-hidden, and the blood-red glow had faded.
Wounded all over, Wickey and Harry flew back to the platform suspended high in the air.
"Here you go, Hermione –"
Harry, who had been hit by an unknown number of quaffle balls, winced in pain but still managed a weak smile, handing the key to Hermione with tears welling up in her eyes.
A dazzling golden light suddenly enveloped Hermione as she took the key, in the shocked gaze of the remaining four. In the center of the wooden platform, a stone pedestal suddenly rose, carrying –
"Oh, I think this is what"
Fang's face was filled with shock, gazing at the glass-covered object on the stone pedestal, radiating with strange light.
"The Triwizard Cup!"
Exhausted Wickey had a look of reverence in his eyes.
"The one who gets it will win the Triwizard Tournament!"
But clearly, things wouldn't be that simple.
The three keyholes on the pedestal base of the glass dome made everyone understand that the key they had been competing for was actually for something else.
"I guess the key we have is used to unlock this glass dome."
The remaining four approached, silently gazing at each other. After a long while, Hermione said in a low voice.
"How do we do that?"
The victory and honor were within reach. Grabbing the other two keys would put everything in their pockets!
Have a final battle?
Everyone was thinking about this question.
Certainly, the remaining warriors and assistants of Hogwarts are more skilled in dueling. However, with the game progressing to this point, Harry and Hermione were also out of steam. Now, their advantage was not as pronounced.
"We..."
Fang looked at Hermione and Harry, who wanted to say something but couldn't, while Wickey kept his head down, his eyebrows furrowed, seemingly very 'hating' the current situation.
Harry stared at the exquisite Triwizard Cup, and the scenes of the match flashed through his mind.
Throughout the entire match, it was more about cooperation than competition.
"If... uh --"
Harry looked at Hermione, and Hermione also immediately responded and understood Harry's gaze.
"If, you don't mind, that is."
Hermione knew why Harry was in a dilemma, and she hesitated for only a short time before her expression relaxed. She smiled at Wickey and Fang,
"We can all share the trophy."
"Together?"
Wickey suddenly raised his head, stunned by Hermione.
"You mean..."
"That's exactly what you think, Wickey."
Hermione continued to smile, and after taking a deep breath and relaxing, Harry also smiled in relief.
"Oh, huh--"
Fang toyed with her hair, collecting her composure and revealing a charming smile.
"I'm beginning to like you, Hermione!"
"Let's do it together then!"
Wickey also smiled relieve.
The three keys were inserted into the keyholes, and the glass dome dissipated in a faint golden flame, revealing the gleaming cup.
"Come on!"
Harry was filled with energy, he looked at everyone and said loudly,
"Let's end this year!"
