The Plan To Send The Savior Into The Enemy Camp Begins!

"Dumbledore, what the hell is going on? You have to give me an explanation!"

Facing Karkaroff's aggressive questioning, Dumbledore raised his hand to signal him to be calm.

But Karkaroff didn't calm down.

"Scam, all this is just your scam!"

He pointed at Dumbledore and the other English wizards present.

"You and your Ministry of Magic have lured me here under false pretenses, but it's not a fair competition at all."

"You somehow arranged for two extra champions who were not of the right age to enter the competition, and now you are trying to attack our champion and disqualify him from the competition."

"This is a conspiracy. What promoting friendship among the international wizarding community? What restoring good relations from the past? these are just excuses, it is a conspiracy!"

Karkaroff finished berating Dumbledore and spat a thick phlegm at his feet.

"Depulso."

Lucas' cold voice sounded and Karkaroff didn't even have time to turn around when he was pinned against the wall by the spell.

"Igor Karkaroff, if you don't know how to control your temper, I don't mind helping you control it."

"Conspiracy? Without the constraints of the Goblet of Fire I wouldn't be participating, do you think I am bored enough to participate in such a school game?"

"Triwizard Tournament? Eternal Glory? Don't be kidding, these things are not even as important to me as earning Galleons."

"Now that Mr. Barty Crouch is dead, as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the importance of this matter is not trivial."

"And the new judge replacement also needs to be determined, there is only one month left before the last match, isn't it?"

After Lucas finished speaking, he picked up his teacup again.

Regarding the new judge and what to do next, it has nothing to do with him, and issues related to the tournament should be discussed by the judges.

He turned to look at Professor Snape beside him.

"Professor, how is your potion research going? Now there is only one month left."

"It's almost there, now only the test is left."

Lucas' eyes lit up.

Looking at the judge group who were constantly arguing, he left the headmaster's office along with Professor Snape.

Looking at the crystal clear potion in his hand, Lucas frowned.

"What is the effect of this poison?"

Professor Snape snorted softly. And from his tone, Lucas could clearly feel a trace of pride.

"I researched the ancient spell of the dark lord to obtain a new body, and specifically researched the part about the blood of the enemy."

"This bottle of potion is colorless and tasteless, and drinking it will not cause any impact on the human body, but it will make the blood of the person who drinks the potion repel everything."

That's all Professor Snape said, but he also explained the effect of the medicine very clearly.

Swirling the medicine bottle in his hand, Lucas summoned Shana, his house-elf.

"Little master, Shana is waiting for your orders!"

He handed her the potion in his hand, and asked Professor Snape.

"How long does this bottle last for?"

"Take it one week before the start of the competition, and when the medicine fully takes effect, the competition will have just started, and the potion will be excreted in another week."

Lucas nodded clearly: "Shana, did you hear, it's a week before the start of the third competition."

"Put the contents of this bottle into Harry Potter's food, and make sure he drinks it, understand?"

"Shana understands, little master!" Then she disappeared in front of the two of them after speaking.

"Let's go, Headmaster Dumbledore should have finished talking." Professor Snape cleaned up the potion materials on the table, turned and walked outside.

On the way to the headmaster's office, neither of them mentioned the bottle of untested potion again.

Professor Snape was very confident in his potion making skills. So was Lucas.

The potions talent in the awakening stage allowed him to easily identify whether the potion was effective or not.

"Elves' tears, when are you going to give them to me?" Professor Snape asked suddenly.

Lucas looked at the Headmaster's office that was close to them and replied.

"Next school year? Don't worry, I will set aside time for you to brew the spirit purifying potion."

"The book says it needs to be brewed for at least one year. You'd better hurry up and prepare, Mr. Grindelwald."

Seeing Professor Snape frowning slightly, Lucas was surprised.

Unexpectedly, Professor Snape, who was always expressionless, would show such an expression.

He went over the follow-up plan carefully in his mind.

"Don't worry, there must be enough time!"

Hearing that Lucas was sure, Professor Snape didn't continue to discuss the topic.

When the two entered Dumbledore's office, the others had already left.

Dumbledore was propped up on the desk with one hand, staring blankly at the bookshelf.

It can be seen from his back that dealing with those people made him feel exhausted.

"You are here already? Lucas, is Little Hangleton prepared?"

"The construction company had withdrawn a week ago, and the roads in the village have been repaired, so I don't think Voldemort would be suspicious."

"That's good." Dumbledore turned to face the two of them. At this moment, exhaustion was written all over his face.

"Lucas, I should have listened to you and had a good chat with Harry, that kid trusts others too easily."

Lucas laughed and said: "It seems a bit late, Harry lived in a very difficult environment since he was a child, so it's normal to become close to those who treat him well."

"But you didn't guide him in time, so he is still like this even now, even though I reminded him to not look just at the surface when dealing with people when I was in the first year."

"But Mr. Savior obviously became immersed in the flattery of the people around him, and quickly forgot about my words."

Dumbledore sighed.

"Sorry, Lucas, Harry troubled you again this time."

"You don't need to apologize for him, what's more important now is how to ensure that Harry is sent to Little Hangleton with the Triwizard Cup smoothly."

Lucas paused for a few seconds, then looked at the two and continued: "With Potter's character, it's hard to guarantee that he won't do something to share the honor with others."

If it had been before, Dumbledore could still answer with certainty that it was impossible. But now, even he had some doubts about Harry's brain circuits.

Professor Snape said slowly at this time: "If someone helped Potter in the maze, perhaps the stupid and arrogant Potter would do just as you said."

Seeing that both of them turned to look at him, Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said: "Lucas, as the first champion to enter the maze, I have to trouble you to intercept everyone except for Harry."

"That is to say, let me take the initiative to attack the other champions?"

"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

Lucas chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely deliver Potter to Tom safely."

For Lucas' ability, Dumbledore still recognized it...

But he was still a little uneasy about letting Harry face Voldemort alone.

Hearing his worries, Lucas said with a smile: "As a person who has personally experienced the power of my spells, you should have the most say."

Thinking of the trap Lucas left in the cemetery, the worry on Dumbledore's face softened a bit.

…

Along with the start of June. Hogwarts, which had been relatively quiet for several months, became lively again.

As the date of the last task approached, the candidate for the last judge has also been determined.

Cornelius Fudge, England's Minister of Magic.

As it is the last task, and as Minister of Magic, he was due to be there anyway.

For the next period of time, Harry pulled his friends to help him practice a lot of spells every day.

The shield charm to protect himself.

Bombarda to blast solid obstacles.

He also learned the Point me spell to ensure that he would not lose his way in the maze.

With the experience of the previous two tasks, he wasn't feeling that nervous about the final one.

Anyway, he just needs to try his best, even if he loses, he wouldn't regret it. Or well, that is what he said to his friends.

Since the task is scheduled for June 24th. The professors decided to bring forward the end-of-year exams for the current school year to the week before the competition.

This will allow the students to watch the game without any burden. And after the game is over, they can go to the bulletin board to check their results.

The professor who came up with this brilliant idea was feeling smug. As everyone knows, the students almost hated him to death, if it was even possible for them to hate him anymore than they already did.

You can take a guess about who this professor is.

…

Soon it was day for the last task of the Triwizard Tournament.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, everyone went to the great hall for dinner.

After dinner, everyone will go to the Quidditch pitch to wait for the last game to start.

"Harry, Lucas, you two come here."

Professor McGonagall glanced proudly at the two standing in front of her.

"After dinner later, you can go to the small room next to the great hall, where relatives will be waiting."

Before they could answer, Professor McGonagall turned around and left.

Lucas pretended that she hadn't said this at all. Since there's no way his family will come, Gellert Grindelwald aside.

Both Abernathy and Vinda Rosier had important appointments and couldn't make it.

Harry, on the other hand, was a little dazed. However, after finishing his meal, he went to the room next to the great hall anyway.

When he saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill Weasley, his face was full of surprise, joy and emotion.

Lucas had dinner and was accompanied by three girls to the Quidditch stadium.

By this time the hedges on the field had grown to a height of 6 meters tall and completely obscured the view inside the maze.

Lucas looked at the only gap in front of him and knew that this was the entrance to this great maze.

Spectators began to pour into the stands one after another. The other champions also came next to Lucas at this time.

Mrs. Weasley waved to Lucas when she saw him.

Seeing that the judges were all seated, Ludo Bagman looked around the stands.

After seeing that the stands were full, he drew out his wand and pointed it at his throat: "Sonorus!"

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to announce this to you all."

"Welcome to the final task of the Triwizard Tournament!".

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