Chapter 192 The Passionate French People

Before he knew it, an hour had passed since the game.

The enthusiasm of the audience has never diminished, and when they occasionally see a certain warrior appear in everyone's sight, they will burst into enthusiastic cheers.

The Triwizard Tournament has been a friendly event to promote exchanges between the three schools since ancient times. It can be said that everyone is looking forward to the victory of their school's warriors, but in the end, the entire competition process can be regarded as the most grand campus entertainment project.

I believe that no matter who wins the championship, the students of all schools will send him the most heartfelt congratulations.

Dumbledore was also watching the various changes in the maze intently, with a slight smile on his face, but the blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses were shining with wisdom.

He seems to be waiting for something...

At this moment, Dumbledore moved his gaze to a certain place in the maze - it was an area shrouded in fog, and no one else could see what was there, but Dumbledore didn't seem to be affected by the hazy fog. Impact.

He looked intently, as if there was something attracting his attention - what he was looking at was none other than Maca who had just separated from the succubus.

It can be felt that since he entered this fog-shrouded area, the sneak attacks of the Doom Thorn have become much more frequent.

This is nothing to Maca, but to others, it is not the same.

When Maca continued to penetrate to a certain extent, the surrounding darkness seemed to swallow up all the light, and even the effect of the magic wand glowing spell was suppressed so that it could only illuminate a small area around the body.

He had to increase the output of magic power, which allowed the light to expand to a relatively normal level.

From this point of view, it is not just "black" here, but something is constantly absorbing light. That seems to be—

"Are those fogs swallowing the light?" Maca looked up, but all he could see was darkness.

He shook his head slightly, and when he was about to move on, another scream rang out.

This time the cry was very close, as if it sounded right next to his ear. At the same time, he found that the surrounding thorn walls suddenly trembled violently, and the tentacles kept moving back and forth in the wall, as if there was some big movement.

soon,

A hair-raising growl completely drowned out the girl's screams.

"Where is it?" Maca turned her head to the side and listened carefully, then suddenly turned her head to look to the rear right of her, "This time it should be Furong herself..."

Just when he was hesitating whether to take a look, the third voice drilled into Maca's ears amidst the continuous roar.

"This way! Run—"

"No, I can not--"

If Maca heard correctly, the owner of the previous voice should be Hermione.

He looked around, then shook his head.

"Let's go in a straight line!" He muttered softly, raising his wand and pointing it at the ground where the thorn hedge was rooted.

"Break to pieces—maximize!" "Boom!"

Speaking of magical plants such as doom thorns, one of their major characteristics is that their defense is quite amazing. They are resistant to fire, blast, sharp weapons, and spells, and ordinary wizards can't even handle them.

It can be said that Dumbledore used them as the walls of the maze because of this.

However, no matter how strong the defense is, it has its limit. If something doesn't blow up, it must be that your explosion power is not strong enough!

Maca's spell was ineffective against the black monsters created by Voldemort, but it did not mean that his spell was weak - just look at the ultimate shattering spell this time, a terrible explosion even knocked out the audience outside the venue. We all saw it clearly.

Even the nearby fog was blown away a lot by the explosion, and the sunlight faintly penetrated a little, illuminating the area a little.

Maca waved his wand casually, throwing aside a large number of broken earth blocks floating in front of him, and his figure suddenly appeared.

"Troll?"

Behind the briar hedge, there is a large open space. When Maca waved away the dust in the sky, he saw the giant monster trying to get up from the ground at first glance.

It was probably affected by the explosion just now because it stood too close to this side.

"It's quite a coincidence..." Maca immediately remembered Hermione's voice just now.

He didn't pay too much attention to the giant monster in front of him, and glanced casually behind it, and immediately found that there were three other giant monsters wandering around in this open space.

And right in the middle of the open space, there was a three-foot-high platform on which stood four stone pillars that were not too high. Dreamlike light flickered continuously on the stone pillars, and a layer of magic film enveloped the entire platform.

Right there, a petite figure sitting on the ground could be vaguely seen.

Hermione and Fleur were not here. It seemed that they probably left first because they had no way to deal with the four giant monsters for the time being.

"Is the one inside Furong's younger sister?" Maka took a closer look, "...what's her name? Ga... Gabriel?"

Now that Hermione wasn't here, there was nothing he needed to do. His target is not Furong's sister, even if he rescues her, it doesn't make much sense.

Seeing that the giant monster had climbed up and was striding towards him at this moment, he casually threw out a flash of fire, tripping the giant monster again easily.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the sound of footsteps from far to near suddenly came from a certain passage on the opposite side.

"Don't do this! The explosion just now is very dangerous at first glance, you have to think of a countermeasure first - your sister should be very safe in there!"

Hermione's shouts could be heard faintly, and then a blue figure rushed out of the passage.

"Gabri-"

The one who ran out suddenly was naturally Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons.

Her figure was still graceful and charming, her bright silver long hair was tied into a ponytail, and she swayed playfully from side to side as she ran.

The violent running made her chest heave and fall, but she didn't intend to stop—even if there were giant monsters staring at her, she only had her most precious sister in her eyes.

However, trolls don't care if you are beautiful or not. In their eyes, all moving creatures are food.

At the same time, two giant monsters noticed the piece of meat that had just escaped and was now being brought back to its mouth. They snorted and roared again, raised the sticks in their hands and surrounded Furong.

"... Maca?"

Hermione followed and ran out of the passage, and she saw Maca standing in the gap in the thorn hedge at a glance. But before her mood could continue to change, her attention was attracted by Furong's exclamation again.

She dodged the giant club of the first giant monster, and then used the obstacle spell to stop the second giant monster from moving forward. She walked swiftly between the two giant monsters and came to the trap On the edge of Bree's platform.

However, the magic barrier is not so easy to break. After several spells were ineffective, Furong found that she was surrounded by three giant monsters at the same time!

Faced with the giant monster's continuous smashing attacks, Fu Rong's face paled immediately, and she didn't even have a chance to fight back. While she was dodging hastily, a swing from a certain troll narrowly missed the back of her head, and even the ribbons that tied her hair were scattered.

The long silver hair poured down like a waterfall, and the silver hair that made her proud originally covered most of her sight at the critical moment.

"Maka, help—"

Without Hermione's reminder, three red lights flashed one after another, landing on the troll's pitiful little head with great precision. Following a crash, Maca's fourth red light landed on the head of the giant monster in front of him.

Once upon a time, the boy who had to grit his teeth and use all his strength to deal with one giant monster could easily defeat four in an instant. What caused such a gap, apart from extraordinary talent, was definitely inseparable from ordinary hard work.

"Thank... thank you..."

Fleur was helped up by Hermione, she nodded gratefully to Maca, and then looked back impatiently.

There, her sister was trapped between the four stone pillars. But this seemingly close distance is like a moat because of the magic barrier.

"Can you help me rescue my sister?" Fu Rong suddenly turned around, pleading.

Maca couldn't help frowning—although he really didn't intend to become the champion of the Trifinals, he was not obliged to help others complete tasks.

On the side, Hermione, who was supporting her, also showed a hint of displeasure. Obviously, she is also very dissatisfied with this cheating behavior.

In particular, this stinky girl from France dared to show such a pitiful expression on Maca to win sympathy!

"No, you misunderstood... I have already lost, and I am willing to abstain, but if I am just taken out of the maze, Gabriel will have to stay here until the end of the game..." Furong said anxiously, "I I can't leave my sister in such a dangerous place—”

"But you see, it's safe here." Hermione nodded knowingly, and pointed to the magic barrier again.

"But—" Furong pursed her lips, and looked towards Maca again.

Maca thought for a while, then shrugged and said, "Okay, let me take a look for you."

It is not difficult to remove the magic barrier. Maca checked left and right and found that it was just a mechanism. The correct way to pass this level should be to lure the trolls to attack the stone pillars—that is, as long as the impact is strong enough, the stone pillars can be destroyed.

With a flick of his wand, he levitated a giant club that had fallen to the ground, and crashed into one of the stone pillars. In just one click, several obvious cracks appeared on the stone pillar.

After several hits in succession, as the stone pillar shattered, the magic barrier flickered a few times, and soon disappeared completely.

"Thank you!"

Fu Rong hugged Maca excitedly, and kissed him on the cheek without thinking.

"Cough...the French people are really enthusiastic..."