Challenge Begins!

Ethan's gaze swept across each face.

Above them were curiosity, awe, worship, and also jealousy.

They were welcoming Ethan away from Hogwarts to join the other upperclassmen on their journey to a dangerous and perilous location!

Who knows, this might be Ethan's last match?

Will it be gone forever?

The students present remained silent.

As if hoping Ethan would say something, all eyes were fixed on him.

Just then.

Suddenly, Mrs. Pomfrey's voice came from behind:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Vincent, here's a letter for you!"

Ethan paused for a moment.

Even before he turned around, he already knew in his heart who had sent him the letter.

Upon receiving the letter, a scent mingled with the fresh aroma of earth, fruits, and vegetables filled my nostrils.

Ethan's lips unconsciously curled up.

As expected, the envelope read:

[Written by Luna Lovegood, from the village of Ottri-Saint-Cachipol]

I opened the envelope, and inside was only one sentence—

I believe you will win.

"……call."

Ethan took a deep breath.

He looked up at the students waiting for him to speak.

He raised his hand and clenched it slowly and forcefully in mid-air, as if he were also gripping everyone's hearts, causing them to hold their breath.

All the words I wanted to say before have now been reduced to one sentence—

"I will win."

Boom!

These three words struck like a heavy hammer blow, making everyone's hearts tremble!

—I will win!

Why is Ethan so confident?

Not only had he never participated in team training with other students from his school, but he also had a natural disadvantage of having studied for several years less than others.

Logically speaking, Ethan has no chance of winning!

"So handsome..."

A little girl murmured, shyly cupping her cheeks.

My mind has already started fantasizing about growing up with Ethan, my childhood sweetheart...

Ethan doesn't care what other people think.

Whether you question it or believe it, it doesn't matter.

The results will prove everything.

Let's use his newly acquired Cerberus!

Ethan raised his chin slightly and walked steadily through the crowd.

Michael and Mandy followed behind him like his two bodyguards, their faces smirking with an infuriating grin.

Hmph~ Only they know just how powerful and terrifying the secret weapon Ethan possesses!

Come on Ethan!

Let those who doubt you see for themselves who is the best investment product at Hogwarts.

Oh no! Who is the true king of Hogwarts?!

...When Ethan arrived at the Great Hall, all the other contestants had already arrived.

"What a pity, we thought you were too scared to come, but it's not too late to back out now."

One of the Slytherins spoke up, his eyes filled with contempt and disgust as he looked at Ethan.

Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Turn your head.

Pointing at the Slytherin, he said loudly to Professor McGonagall:

"Professor McGonagall, he bullies me."

The sound echoed in the auditorium, and everyone heard it.

Slytherin: "..."

His smile froze on his face, and his eyes widened in disbelief!

No, why aren't you playing by the rules?!

Professor McGonagall, who was adjusting the door key with the tournament organizers, suddenly looked up, her sharp gaze piercing the Slytherin like a knife.

Ok.

To cause trouble in front of the tournament organizers, you really think there are too many Slytherins.

"Watch your mouth, Mr. Carol. Slytherin, five points deducted."

Professor Snape looked down at his student with a cold gaze and uttered:

"idiot."

Even the prefect, Miss Gemma Farley, frowned and coldly distanced herself from him.

If you're looking to die, don't drag me into it.

"..."

Upon being publicly executed, Hamburger Caro's face immediately turned pale, then flushed red.

He gritted his teeth in resentment, glancing at Ethan with a cold gaze, but dared not say anything more.

Waiting for the challenge to begin...

He exchanged a glance with his companion, Chips Flint.

Strange, why is it suddenly being targeted so obviously?

The thought flashed through Ethan's mind, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, it wasn't him who said it:

Everyone here is "prey".

"Snapped!"

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands and said, "Alright, we're about to begin the pre-match teleportation. We'll use the portal key to teleport everyone to the competition venue."

"The competition organizers will take full responsibility after that, and I will not accompany them to the venue."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, everything will be safe during this competition!"

A middle-aged man with a large belly and a ruddy face said confidently.

He is Ludo Bagman, the Director of Sport and Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic, with short, messy dark blond hair and round, blue eyes.

"For this competition, we not only surveyed every part of the terrain in advance, but also thoroughly investigated the former site of Herbo, which might have potential dangers. We preserved some of its original features, but we won't actually harm the students."

"What's more, we've also invited some professional Aurors to provide full-time care. Absolutely no mistakes will be made!"

"After all, this is just a competition to improve yourself, no need to risk your life, right? Hahaha!"

Professor McGonagall frowned, somewhat displeased with his frivolous attitude.

But no matter what, I feel somewhat relieved.

The door key is a colorful statue of a red-hatted goblin.

Just as Ethan was about to teleport away, three people suddenly flew into the Great Hall at lightning speed.

It's Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

They rushed to Ethan, panting, and shoved a bomb-like package into his arms, saying:

"This is some food we packed. We heard that the challenge usually lasts for several days..."

Hermione, still blushing, nudged the two boys and scolded, "I told you to get up early! Look, we almost missed it!"

Ron muttered, "Aren't we going to make it...?"

The three little ones stared at Ethan expectantly, nervous and uneasy.

After all... their gifts were rather "cheap," just some pies, drinks, chocolates, and the like that had been insulated.

I heard that Draco Malfoy directly gave Ethan a small bottle of Felix Felicis.

Hermione wanted to send potions or something, but Ethan had already concocted them all himself, with Professor Snape overseeing and guiding him, making him even better than her.

After much thought, he focused his efforts on the food.

Ethan took the package, brought it close to his nose, and could smell a wonderful fragrance.

"Thank you, I will enjoy it."

Ethan laughed and stuffed the package into the cloth bag of the Unseen Stretching Charm.

Then, together with the contestants from the second group who were being transported, they placed their hands on the door key.

Hermione clasped her hands together and murmured, "Ethan will be alright, Merlin, please protect me..."

Harry was also worried, but he didn't show it; he just grinned and waved at Ethan.

Ron became even more excited, waving his arms like a windmill and shouting, "At least we'll beat those Slytherins!"

Michael: "Ethan! Bring back first place!"

Mandy nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall felt a warmth in her heart.

With the blessings of these good friends, Ethan will surely get through this smoothly.

Ethan smiled and nodded at them.

next second.

brush!

It was like stuffing your body into a rubber tube; the surroundings instantly twisted!

What a novel experience!

Ethan's eyes lit up as he felt his internal organs being squeezed and displaced.

Two seconds later.

Suddenly, the surroundings opened up.

The vast frozen plains and the overwhelming fog that seemed to stretch to the sky.

Ethan stood gracefully beside Cedric, who had fallen to the ground with a thud.

A map suddenly unfolded in my mind, with a red dot lighting up on it.

—He has arrived at the outskirts of the corrupt swamp.