After leaving Professor Flevy's office, William met Hagrid at the entrance of the auditorium.

Hager looked like he wanted to speak but stopped, which looked like he was constipated.

After talking to Professor Flevy, William also understood, and he hurriedly said, "I will choose the magical animal protection class next school year."

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and tried to pat William on the shoulder, but he hid it.

If you don't hide, you will definitely kneel on the ground.

"It's not bad, you're a little conscience." Hager said angrily. "This year, neither George nor Fred chose my class.

I'll treat these two bad guys so well with them in vain! If I go to the Forbidden Forest again in the future, I will definitely deduct their points."

William smiled helplessly.

Cedric chose Hager's class.

He must choose. If he wants to make a magic wand, he must have a good understanding of those magical animals.

Hagrid brought dangerous magic creatures every time, and he got... he was very happy to get it!

"What about Qiu? Will she choose my class in the sixth grade?"

Haeging asked some embarrassing questions, and William had to vaguely say, "I don't know either, she didn't tell me."

Qiu must have not chosen it, is that more than that? She had had enough of the snails and decided to give up this course.

She used to like this course very much, but Hagrid had a good effect of dissuading it.

But it’s hard to say clearly, I can only hide from Hagrid in the next semester of autumn.

Not only Qiu, Marietta... many students decided not to choose. They were really scared by Hager.

William looked at Hagrid's face, changed the subject and whispered:

"How are you and Mrs. Maxim?"

"Don't mention her!" Hagrid angrily, clenched his fists and said, "I don't want to see her again. I won't want to do this in my life."

Good guy, William is right good guy.

Who said before that he wanted to see Mrs. Maxim, the kind that he would see for the rest of his life?

Now it's starting to disappear again?

I hope Hagrid is tougher and won't slap in the face in the future.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see some big babies, don't tell anyone."

Hagrid looked sneaky and pulled William out.

They followed the lawn to Quidditch Stadium, then walked through a crack in the stands and entered the stadium.

The Quidditch Stadium is no longer flat and smooth, and it seems that someone has built countless long short walls here.

These short walls are intricate and winding and stretching in all directions.

Hagrid clapped his hands smugly, pointed to his masterpiece, and asked, "I think you probably guess what you want to do here?"

William looked at the intricately low wall and guessed, "Is it a maze?"

"Yes, genius creativity." Hagrid brought William closer.

"The third event is very simple. The Triumph Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Any Warrior who can find it first will get full marks."

"It should be more than a maze?" William quickly remembered those roads.

If it was just a maze, the Warriors would definitely get the roadmap of the maze in advance. That would be too difficult.

"There will be many more obstacles." Hager was in a good mood, and he said happily, "I will provide a bunch of cute little creatures - very docile magical creatures.

There are also some talismans that must be lifted..."

Very docile magic creature... If it were someone else, William's mind was like an unicorn.

Since it was Hager, what appeared in his mind was the fire dragon, the fiery tail snail...

Hagrid will definitely use all his strength to make this maze less "dangerous".

Hagrid took William and observed the maze for a while before the two left the playground.

Hagrid went to the castle, while William sat alone by the black lake.

He waved his wand and turned into quills and parchment paper, quickly drawing the path of the maze according to his memories.

A slight sound of footsteps, William glanced at the corner of his mouth.

Hermione quietly walked over, standing behind him, without saying a word.

She bent down, resting her head on his shoulder, and looked at him drawing.

Hermione blinked and asked softly, "Is it the third project? It looks like a maze."

"Yeah, Hagrid just told me. To set up a maze in the Quidditch venue, you need to remember the route."

Hermione looked at it for a while and jokingly said, "I finally found something you are not good at."

Well, it's really crooked, William can be called a soul painter.

He stopped writing, held Hermione in his arms, turned to look at Black Lake and said:

"Annie should be asked to draw, she is better at this."

"You can learn too, so that you can draw a portrait of me in the future."

Hermione raised her head and pressed her head against his chin, saying for granted.

It makes sense!

William should indeed learn to draw, so that he could paint a portrait of Hermione.

It's the kind that Jack painted for the shredded pork in the Titanic!

William raised his lips and reached out to touch Hermione's chin, smiling silently.

After a while, the girl said angrily: "Where are you touching!"

William lowered his head in shock and retracted his claws awkwardly.

It turned out that I accidentally touched a small hill.

Hermione's face was flushed, biting her lip and panting.

At this time, footsteps came from behind again. William turned his head and frowned.

Krum walked slowly towards the two of them along the Black Lake.

"Miss Galanje, can I say something to you?" Krum said in broken English.

Hermione poked her head out of William's arms, slightly surprised.

"Yes, no problem."

"Then can you go there with me?"

Crum obviously didn't want William to hear it.

Hermione shook her head and said, "No need, just talk about it here."

"Oh, okay..." Clum hesitated, staring at William with a gloomy face.

William smiled and rubbed his chin against Hermione's hair.

Krum was brewing emotions. He hesitated for a long time and was about to speak when something unusual appeared in the reed marsh not far away.

William stood up, and Hermione also stood up, took out her wand immediately, and looked ahead vigilantly.

A man suddenly stumbled out of the reed marsh.

William narrowed his eyes.

——Barty Crouch.

He seemed to have been wandering outside for many days, his robe's knees were torn, blood stained, his face covered with scars, his beard was unshaven, his face gray and haggard.

His appearance is strange, but the weirdest thing is his behavior.

Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone, and only he could see this man. He kept muttering and gestured.

William and Hermione exchanged glances with each other, and walked carefully towards Crouch with wands.

"Mr. Crouch, have you been looking for Lu Duo?" William asked. "How did he become like this."

Mr. Crouch didn't look at him, but just kept talking to the reeds next to him.

"...Weatherby, after you finish this, you will send an owl to send a message to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students who participated in the championship. Kakarov sent a message saying that he wanted to increase the students..."

"Then send an owl to send a letter to Mrs. Maxim, and she may also need to increase the number of students, since Kakarov's number increases..."

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione warned. "It seems to be talking to Percy."

During the summer vacation, Crouch always called Percy Weatherby, and the twins used this title to mock Percy.

Mr. Crouch's eyes were prominent, like a mentally ill person, staring straight ahead, muttering silently.
To be continued...