Another explosion occurs between Harry and Draco.
The aftermath of the explosion sends both of them flying ten feet back, but the two who had just gotten up from the ground didn't give themselves a chance to catch their breath. Instead, they attacked each other ferociously once again.
Silver sword waver, curse light melancholy!
Harry and Draco fought with a very primitive and wild manner, the ferocity and ferocity in their combat shocking to behold.
On the sidelines outside the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore watched with concern as the bloodshed unfolded. His silvery eyebrows trembled, and his turquoise eyes betrayed his worry.
"Amortentia..."
Dumbledore turned his head, looked at Amortentia softly and whispered.
"Should we stop them, Amortentia?"
Mrs. Bones, who had been pondering how the Azkaban breakout would bring about drastic changes to the political landscape and public life in the British magical community, couldn't help but meet Dumbledore's concerned gaze after he spoke.
Ludo Bagman nodded repeatedly, warning Amortentia with his eyes.
Ludo loved enthusiastic matches, but the death of a young witch in the Triwizard Tournament was not something he wanted to see. Although such unexpected incidents had always occurred during this ancient event, it was not what he desired.
The intense competition within the Forbidden Forest was causing anxiety among all the judges, and even from the stands behind, most people were so worried about the match that they forgot to cheer for Hermione's team's excellent performance.
"That boy from the Malfoy family looks more likeable than his father."
Even Remus sounded impressed by Draco's unwavering determination to fight to the death.
Amortentia's eyes flickered, and for a moment, there was no sound.
He knew that the two of them, Draco and Harry, were fighting with all their might, so much so that they had forgotten that they were in the real world and not in his mental world.
He forgot that with the way they were fighting, they could really kill each other.
However, after a moment of contemplation, Amortentia slowly shook his head.
"Such a match between opponents is something that cannot be sought after. After this battle, they will all be transformed."
"But-"
Mrs. Bones was furrowing her brow, ready to speak, when Amortentia cut her off first.
"Don't worry, no one will get hurt, you all saw the situation. The variables will start to show soon."
Outside the Forbidden Forest, one hundred and fifty feet away from the narrow strip of land.
The five from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons climbed onto a large rock, crouching and staring in openmouthed astonishment at the battlefield.
"Mary's beard-"
Beauxbaton's Polyakov swallowed hard, his whole body trembling at the intense competition between Draco and Harry for victory. He muttered in disbelief.
"Are they really going to kill each other?"
Wormtail's evil expression softened, and at this moment, Harry's sword barely missed Draco's ear, almost cutting off his ear. This sight made Wormtail's scalp tingle.
"That's the..."
Wormtail, who had experienced numerous intense Quidditch matches under the spotlight, struggled to breathe heavily.
"Professor Blythe's physical education students, oh. I thought our school's teachings of Dark Magic were much more frightening than that. They seem to have actually killed someone!"
Triaena, who had just confidently stated her intention to cause trouble for Slytherin, now remained silent. She just had a pale face and stared blankly at Harry and Draco fighting for their lives!
Like several others, Fleur also quietly watched the battlefield that was full of roaring sounds. However, compared to the fear shown by the others, there was an unusual sparkle in her blue eyes.
"We go up."
Suddenly, Fleur said.
Go up?
Intervene in such a deadly level of combat?
Polyakov and Lancaster looked at Fleur in shock, as if she had gone mad!
"You're joking."
Polyakov shook his shoulders.
"We will die. They don't want to hurt each other!"
" Aren't we all champions of the Triwizard Tournament?"
Fleur did not look at Polyakov, but instead calmly gazed at Wormtail, who was silent.
"Isn't the Triwizard Tournament about testing the courage of warriors?"
Wormtail's eyelids trembled, and the eyes that had been clouded with fear began to shine.
Fleur was right!
While winning the Triwizard Tournament is important, what's more important is to showcase one's talents and courage on this stage!
"The target remains unchanged, let's deal with these Slytherins first."
Wormtail's breathing returned to its rhythm, and he firmly said,
"Then we'll compete against the two teams from Hogwarts!"
As an assistant to the champions, Polyakov, Lancaster, and Triaena's lips moved, but in the end, the three of them didn't say anything and chose to follow the champion's orders.
"Then let's go!"
Fleur leaped down from the rock, her arms bracing against it.
"Triaena, we'll go help Longbottom defeat Malfoy. Wormtail, you and your teammates will go around the other side to help Cedric defeat those two Slytherins."
With the plan set, the two teams quickly approached the battlefield, using the roaring sounds as cover.
On the battlefield, Draco and Harry, who had once again been flipped over by the blast wave, leaped up once more. This time, the two of them moved in unison without recharging their spells, instead crouching on the spot and breathing heavily.
Their sports suits were shredded in pieces, and their faces covered in blood looked fierce and terrifying!
"Longbottom!"
Draco spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Harry with a pleased smile.
"You intend to kill me in one minute? Did you do it?"
Harry bit his lip and didn't answer. His glance swept across the field, and his heart sank again.
Ron and Cedric were both holding back their respective opponents, but their situation wasn't good either.
The battle between Luna and Parkinson was still tense, but despite Luna still maintaining her offensive, her attacks were no longer agile. Parkinson was obviously trying to wear down Luna by keeping her engaged in a prolonged battle.
Cedric, who was expending even more energy, could no longer maintain a steady stream of attacks. Now, he could only use the slight advantage of the terrain and his predictions to 'confine' Brass and Nott within the ruins.
And the same was true on our side.
Malfoy's resilience exceeded his imagination, and Harry realized that relying on determination alone to kill him was unrealistic.
If the situation continued to develop like this, all three of them would be exhausted to death. Ultimately, Brass and Nott, who were better at conserving their magic, would emerge from the forest to reap the victory!
What should we do?
Harry racked his brains trying to come up with a solution, but the reality was making him despair.
He had to admit that with just their three, they were not capable of overcoming the Slytherin team.
The only hope is that when Harry and their team's positions are refreshed, they will find themselves in a fight against the Slytherins.
There was no doubt that Harry and his two companions would certainly join them to eliminate the Slytherins first, but then they would be deprived of their school house crest by Harry and his team.
It was still better than being defeated by the Slytherins.
In a matter of seconds, Harry's mind flashed through many thoughts, and finally, his wavering eyes gained focus again.
"Even if we don't succeed, what does it matter, Malfoy?"
Harry braced himself on his knee, clenching his teeth and slowly standing up.
"In the end, we will win the match!"
"You're dreaming, Longbottom!"
Draco's face was twisted with anger, and he struggled against the overwhelming sensation of exhaustion, managing to stand up as well.
The wind was silent, and leaves were flying!
Just as Draco and Harry's gazes locked once again, they lunged at each other. And just at this moment--
Whoosh!
A shrill scream suddenly echoed from the forest beside them.
The sudden commotion didn't disturb the other two battles, causing Draco and Harry to pause for a moment.
The two men instinctively turned towards the source of the noise and saw Fleur and her teammates bursting out from behind two firs, charging towards them fiercely.
This unexpected turn of events left Draco and Harry both stunned.
The Beauxbaton team?
Harry, still in mid-charge, forced his body to stop, and his eyes flickered with a surge of emotion.
What is their target?
Harry's confusion was quickly dispelled.
"Malfoy, return our school crest to me!"
Fleur's silver-bright hair fluttered, and her voice was clear and melodious.
Without expecting Slytherin to surrender, the two girls raised their wands simultaneously, looking determinedly at Malfoy.
Friendly forces?
What a coincidence!
Malfoy's ugly expression almost made Harry laugh, and he flicked his wrist to join forces with the two confidently beautiful girls to defeat Malfoy in one go, but--
Whoosh!
A streak of red light like from outer space suddenly appeared, and Astoria suddenly jumped up, letting go of a cursed spell at an angle. This caused Triaena, who was charging forward, to stop in her tracks and her expression to freeze. The anger and resentment in her eyes faded away as she slowly slumped down.
