"Okay, you two stupid guys, can't you tell that Mr. Sherlock is joking?" Furong was a little angry with the two warriors. They were both warriors, but these two men seemed to be brainless.

"I was surprised by your true appearance." Sherlock also smiled, and then the three warriors were about to leave the bottom of the lake with their respective cherished people. When Harry, Crum and the last hibiscus swam appeared on the lake, the venue burst into thunderous applause.

It has to be said that this time the three Warriors completed the task perfectly again, but the main judges still had to score them. Finally, Harry, who first found the place of the treasure, got the highest score, followed by Krum and finally Furong. Furong's score was second in the first event, and this time he became third.

Harry Potter ranked first in the scores in two consecutive events. On the subjective stage, Fumond applauded gently and said to Dumbledore next to him, "This child is not just a false reputation, at least he works hard."

Dumbledore laughed a few times, but compared to the Sherlock who was walking under the water, Fumond's behavior just now seemed a little arrogant.

Furong's sister was a little angry. Her sister was actually the last one. She quietly said to Furong, "If you didn't stop Harry and that Crum just now, and let them be taught a lesson by Mr. Sherlock and thrown out, then the first place would be yours."

Fleur Delakull was stunned when he looked at his sister. Why did he suddenly become a little dark-bellied?

"The third and last project will be held on the evening of June 24." Bagman continued, "The Warriors will know the specific content of the project one month in advance. Thank you for your support for the Warriors."

In the end, the second project ended with everyone's cheers and applause.

Since the end of the second project, everyone's conversation after dinner, from the wonderful performances of each warrior to how the rescued hostages survived under the water, and the relationship between the warriors and the hostages.

What is more interesting is that Harry and Parvati Pettier have become the objects of many people's grief. Among some vulgar Hogwarts men and women, various terrible scenes that are difficult for children are probably present in their minds.

Parvati Pettier was very angry about this. She couldn't argue, just as if she and Harry really had any unfair relationship with each other. Harry was still wondering about her appearance at the bottom of the lake.

She was a living person after all, a beautiful girl, but in the eyes of Harry, the big silly man, she was not as good as an invisible cloak and an owl.

This made Parvati complain in front of her sister many times, and as soon as she heard Gryffindor people teasing her relationship with Harry, the girl was so angry that she directly attacked the other party.

Prince of Gryffindor is the nickname Patil recently won because those rumor-mongers Patil have fought several times with some boys, and every time the boy is beaten to a bruised nose and a swollen face.

They all think that Pettier is Fimia of Gryffindor, and they are all violent women.

Harry now sees Pettier walking around, and Harry has repeatedly complained to Hermione about the current atmosphere.

"Harry, you can't abandon it all the time!" Ashinsha suddenly came over from the side and said righteously to Harry.

"What...you mean Parvati Pettier and me! No, we have nothing at all..." Harry began to explain nervously when he saw that Ashinsha appeared.

"She first became your dance partner, and then in the second project, she was your cherished person. Doesn't this tell you? Is it true that people outside want to abandon Pettier because of what they said to you? It's not that our school is forbidden to fall in love. There are countless couples coming out from here... Is it because you dislike Pettier's former colonial identity..."

Harry opened his mouth and hurriedly defended himself that he had no such thoughts.

"I really hate boys like you!"

But Ashinsha pulled Hermione and left directly. Harry was helpless, but he didn't know that Ashinsha was joking with him. At this time, the boy was already full of holes in his heart.

But one thing brought Harry's extra attention, the day after the second project, their fourth-grade students were in Snape's Potions class.

Since Harry is a Warrior, this makes Snape very uncomfortable. Every time Gryffindor, who is in fourth grade, takes his class, Snape will find trouble.

Neville felt that Snape liked to think about things like a small-minded old lady, and she was fierce.

The atmosphere gradually cooled down. Gryffindor's friends tried to keep quiet and silent when taking potions classes during this period, as long as they could hear the sound of breathing.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside the classroom.

"Come in." Snape said in his usual voice.

The door opened, and the whole class turned his head and looked.

Professor Kakarov, the principal of the Demstrong School of Magic, walked in and everyone looked at him towards Snape's podium.

He rolled his goatee with his fingers, looking quite manic.

"We need to talk." Kakarov said suddenly as soon as he walked to Snape.

He seemed to have made up his mind not to let anyone hear what he said, so his lips barely moved, as if he was a very crappy ventriloquist.

"I'll talk to you after class, Kakarov," Snape whispered, but Kakarov interrupted him.

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus, there are some things you can't avoid, you have to think clearly about the consequences and what you have to face..."

"Let's talk about it after class," Snape said sternly.

Harry Potter dripped the bile in his armad in his hand into the crucible, and Kakarov's rage reflected in his pupils. If he and Snape had something in common to discuss at this moment, Harry really couldn't understand.

Harry didn't know what happened to Kakarov and Snape, and the two men's secret plans made Harry anxious.

For the rest of those two classes, Kakarov lingers behind Snape's podium.

He seemed determined not to let Snape slip away after he was dismissed.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Harry watched Kakarov and Snape walk out of the classroom.

Harry wanted to hear what Kakarov was going to say, so he deliberately knocked over the bottle containing armad bile when the get out of class bell was ringing in two minutes.

"What's so urgent?" he heard Snape's voice lowered and said to Kakarov.

"Look," Kakarov said, Harry looked over the edge of the cauldron and saw Kakarov lifting up the left sleeve of his robe and showing Snape what was on his forearm.

"How is it?" Kakarov said, still struggling to prevent his lips from moving, "Did you see it? It has never been so obvious. Do you still think I am lying to you, and the master valued you very much, saying that you are the most successful and useful... Now it's time for you to use your abilities."

"Hide it!" Snape said viciously, his dark eyes scanning the classroom.

"This is not like your character. I still remember that when you were judging you, you confessed my name and betrayed everyone the opportunity to be free!"

Kakarov suddenly laughed, "Yes, that kind of despicable behavior, but the cowards died as much."

Snape looked at Kakarov in shock, with a deep sense of surprise in his eyes.

"We'll talk about it later, Kakarov!" Snape said sternly.

Harry was sure that Snape and Kakarov had something to do, and he needed to tell others this speculation.

In the evening after class, the weather was as foggy as ever. Harry and the other two came out of the castle and had never come in this direction before.

A winding path leads them to the fields of the wilderness around Hogsmeade Village.

There are only a few small wooden houses here, but the garden they come with is large.

They walked towards the foot of the mountain, and Hogsmeade village was located in the shadow of the mountain.

Then they turned a corner and saw a fence at the end of the path.

Waiting for them there was a big sloppy black dog with its front paws on the tallest fence and a few newspapers in its mouth. The dog looked familiar...

"Hello, Sirius." Harry said as they walked over.

Harry looked at the black dog standing there, and for a moment, the huge black dog stood upright and turned into a tall and thin man.

Sirius was wearing a pure black robe, his head seemed to have been carefully treated, and his face was quite rosy, which seemed to be a very different person than before.

"I'm sorry Harry... I've been a year, but I still haven't found any trace of Petr. He's like he's steamed in the world, or that smelly mouse is really hiding well."

He looked at Harry in annoyedly as if he was blaming his incompetence, but Harry just smiled reluctantly.

"What are you doing here, Sirius?" he asked.

"Fulfil my obligations as a godfather," Sirius said.

"After so many things happening in the World Cup and the Triple Triple Championship, your situation is very dangerous now, not to mention... Everyone knows that you are a Warrior because others use special means... Otherwise..." Black's face was serious, and he was also holding on to the idea that someone wanted to let Harry die in the Triple Triple Championship, but he didn't understand who would resent Harry so much, except for that mysterious man.

Could it be that it was the mysterious lackey who sneaked into this school?

Sirius shook his head helplessly, "From the World Cup Dark Mark to the inexplicable thrown into the Goblet of Fire, all of this reveals an unusual scent of conspiracy. At this time, you must be more careful."

"To be honest, I have something I want to tell you, just today... Kakarov suddenly found Snape, and in front of us in the classroom, I vaguely heard something. Kakarov mentioned the master and showed Snape his arms. Snape was very nervous... but I don't know what happened next."

Sirius was stunned for a moment, then Harry and Ron saw Sirius becoming anxious, and his cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead.

"Damn it! Damn it! That villain is simply dead!"

"Children, I'm going to Dumbledore's office. You guys are going back honestly now and just pretend that this matter has not been born." Sirius warned Harry and others.

Hermione had a hint of worry on her face, “As it turns out that all this is still related to the mysterious man?”

"Some things are not what you should know at this time." Sirius began to suppress Hermione and other underage wizards with his adult identity, which made Hermione very angry.

It would be great if all the boys were as gentle as Mr. Sherlock.

"But didn't all this push me in? I didn't sign up but became a warrior. Since I think it's a conspiracy, why not tell me that I'm in the vortex ignorantly, it's better to tell me everything and be prepared in advance." Harry said persistently.

The wind blew across the cliff and the atmosphere gradually cooled down. Sirius sighed, "Okay! You may know some things, but the premise is that Professor Dumbledore and I will discuss them."

"You are the Warriors of Hogwarts. I think you can prepare well in the next time. The third event will inevitably be extremely dangerous. This is true... They want you to participate in the Triumph Championship, but they did not attack you in the first and second events. So the level of danger of the third event... Harry hopes you must not be reckless."

"Don't worry, my brother is the referee in the game. Will there be any other accidents?" Ashinsha said confidently.

"Yes... If it were Sherlock, there would be no problem..." Sirius said Leiran. He could not forget that when he first met Sherlock last year, he was shocked by the other party. Even if it was the name of the Curse Prince, he had heard of it.

As time entered early summer, Harry had been resting his energy during the last week of May, but he began to pay attention to Snape. No one told him the truth, so Harry wanted to dig out the secrets of Snape and Kakarov by himself.

After taking Potions class, Snape rarely kept Harry.

"Professor McGonagall asked me to tell you that you will go to the Quidditch Stadium below at 9 o'clock tonight." Snape said to him, "Mr. Bagman is going to tell the Warriors what the third project is."

Harry was stunned. In his impression, Snape was the best attitude to talk to him.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Harry walked slowly out of the Gryffindor Common Lounge and came downstairs.

Walking down the dark lawn towards Quidditch Stadium, then passing through a crack in the stands and entering the stadium.

Looking around, Quidditch Stadium is no longer flat and smooth.

It seems that someone has built countless long short walls here, which are intricate and winding and winding.

On the field, the other two warriors had been waiting for a long time.

"Hello!" a pleasant voice shouted.

Ludo Bagman stood in the middle of the court, next to Krum and Fleur.

"How, do you think?" Bagman asked happily "good progress, right? In another month, Hagrid will turn them into twenty feet. Don't worry."

He saw the unhappy expression on Harry's face and said with a smile, "As soon as the tournament is over, your Quidditch Stadium will be restored to its original state! Okay, I think you can probably guess what we are going to do here, right?"
Chapter completed!