Chapter 353 Winner
Although Dmitri got full marks in the second project, slightly higher than Harry, Karkaroff gave him an extremely low score for the first project, which had no problems. The Ministry of Magic's scoring was also stuck in an awkward position, so in the end they both had the same score and entered the maze at the same time.
The two rivals, holding their wands, nodded politely before entering the maze. The nervous Harry, barely curling his lips as he looked at Dmitri, whom he thought was very powerful, felt an indescribable sense of fate in his heart.
For some reason, he felt that he and Dmitri had a special fate. In the first project, he ran into Dmitri and Sadolin's tryst. In the second project, he actually saw the two people kissing from a distance...
Well, there is a special fate in this relationship.
Harry kept his mouth shut. The rumors about Cynthia during the school year also scared him. He didn't tell Ron and Hermione about the gossip, for fear of causing trouble for the two people who were in a secret relationship.
But no matter what, he probably won’t be able to see Dmitri and Sadolin on the same screen in the third project.
Before encountering the fake Dementor transformed from a Boggart, Harry had the leisure to think about this while wandering in the maze. The subsequent fog of confusion that filled his brain with blood completely focused his attention on the game.
Harry encountered many difficult problems, even some riddles that he was not good at, but he guessed them. The moment he guessed them, his intelligence, which was not often revealed, made him think that he must have chosen the path closest to the trophy. However, when he turned and saw the Triwizard Cup, he found that Demetri was already in front of him.
Realizing that someone was ahead of him, someone who was taller and stronger than him, Harry's blood ran cold for a moment because of the foreseen miss, and then he noticed that Demetri was standing there without moving.
Is there another trap? Or did Della cast an immobilizing spell on him?
Yeah, what about Della?
Harry was full of doubts for a moment. He walked cautiously towards Dmitri who was a few meters away, and asked carefully, "What's wrong with you, Isaev? Oh! So much blood!"
When Harry got closer, he found that Dmitri's right sleeve was stained bright red, and there was blood on his left calf. When the tall man turned his head, there was a small and eye-catching bloodstain above his right eyebrow, and there was still blood on his face that could not be wiped off.
"What's going on?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Krum attacked me, and I subdued him," Demetri panted, his voice was relatively steady, and it was obvious that he was in good physical condition. "I was slightly injured, but I'm fine."
"So why are you stopping here?" Harry frowned as he listened to Krum's unexpected aggressive behavior. "Is it because of Della?"
"I didn't see Riddle," Demetrius shook his head. He looked down at Harry's pure green eyes and reluctantly raised his wand with his left hand to point to the left. "In the hedge, there's an Acromantula. I'm not sure I can defeat it."
Harry listened to Demetrius's low voice, punctuated by gasps, and his admiration for him overwhelmed his fear of the giant spider in the hedge. Demetrius could have lured him, who knew nothing, into becoming the prey of the giant spider, but he didn't, and pointed out the danger to him.
Although it was dangerous, Harry subconsciously raised his wand high, but Demetrius' left hand holding the wand pressed on his shoulder, suppressing his desire to move.
"Potter, do you know about the Acromanthus? I need to remind you that without sufficient magical power, the spell cannot be effective on it. It will only cause pain to it," said Dmitri, who had been confronting the Acromanthus that was attracted by the bloody smell on his body for a while. "Pain will make it lose its mind. I think you probably know that human flesh is on their menu."
Harry thought back to Spider Night in his second year and began to hesitate. He knew a spell called 'Spiders Retreat' to deal with the Acromantula, but the spell couldn't control spiders. He was also worried that his magical power was not enough and might anger the spiders. He was afraid that the already injured Dmitri would get hurt even more.
"So, Potter, have you learned the law of superposition?" Demetri said calmly, noting the equally restless spiders, "When multiple identical spells are cast simultaneously, their effects will be multiplied when combined."
"You want to come with me?" Harry responded.
"Yes, let's make a bet. If we win, we can use the Disarming Charm to decide the winner." Demetri looked at Harry sincerely.
Harry responded to Demetri's unflinching gaze, pursed his lips, and nodded slowly. "Faint?" he suggested.
"Okay," Demetrius said, and he thrust his wand forward a little further. He kept an eye on Harry, who also thrust his wand forward. "We'll count to three. One, two, three - faint!"
"Collapse!"
The spider fell, with all eight eyes buried in the fallen hedge. Harry watched with horror as its long hairy legs bounced twice for the last time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that the big monster was really unconscious.
"Now," Harry turned his head and looked at Demetri, who had his wand hanging at his side, and said with difficulty, "it's our turn."
"I won the dueling championship when I was at Durmstrang," Demetri said in a self-flattering tone, but his face was full of friendliness. He smiled at Harry and took two steps back. "Come on, Potter."
The glory within reach and the insistence on self-principles clashed, and in the end Harry did not retreat a single step. He looked at Demetri's right hand that was still bleeding, and said loudly, "No, I can't. Your wand hand is injured, and a duel is not fair to you."
"Luck is a big factor in victory," Dmitri said, and he simply stepped aside, "Your kindness and trust in me also completely convinced me that you deserve this victory."
For a moment, there was no longer anything standing between Harry and the Triwizard Cup. The Hogwarts hero was mesmerized by the imagined cheers. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Wanting to win was not something to be criticized. But Harry resisted, which was admirable. He looked at the calm and frank Dmitri and gave his answer, "Together."
Dmitri's eyes widened slightly, "We are competitors. This game is important."
"Because it's important," Harry said seriously, "so I don't want to feel guilty when I recall this victory in the future, and I don't think you want to regret it in the future either."
Demetri was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He handed his left hand to Harry and said, "Okay, let's go together."
Harry helped Demetri, whose left leg was also injured by Krum, to the trophy. They looked at each other, each holding a hand over a handle.
"On the count of three again," said Harry this time. "One, two, three -"
Both of them scratched the handle at the same time. After a dizzy spell, Harry fell on the grass. He raised his head dazedly, and through his glasses that had been slightly tilted due to the vibration, Harry saw two or three shadows of Sadolin covering their mouths in fear behind a tombstone.
Before he could marvel at the fact that he could see Sadolin and Dmitri at the same time in the third project, two or three images of Maggie appeared through his lenses again.
Looking at the face that looked exactly like Tom Riddle, Harry's teeth felt cold and the scar on his forehead began to hurt violently.