0200 The Final Winner (Part-1)

0200 The Final Winner (Part-1)

"Stupid Gryffindors!, what else can you do, Potter? You are out of options."

As Harry's defiant words elicited cheers from the Gryffindor wizards, Blaise Zabini looked at Harry with undisguised contempt in his dark brown eyes.

He sneered as he saw Harry's boat stuck in front of the narrow river that was blocked by two oak boats lying across, leaving a gap that was too small to pass another boat.

In the distance, Draco slowed down, not only because Parkinson's magic was insufficient to support the whole course at high speed, but also because the randomly distributed Hinkypunks hidden in the fog always brought them some interference. They could only be defeated by a blast of light and a correctly pronounced incantation. Not to mention, in the second half of the course, Professor Watson's silverback-fish were also constantly attacking them. The silverback-fish could swim fast and shoot water arrows that were slightly poisonous and could cause swelling and itching. If they did not want to be hit by those annoying water arrows with a bruised nose and swollen face, they had to prop up a magic barrier, which also further consumed their magic.

Harry withdrew his gaze and said nothing, facing the Slytherin blocking the way, he showed the same sharp eyes. He was not going to give up easily. He had a plan, and he needed to execute it perfectly. He glanced at Neville, who was sitting at the stern of the boat, and saw that he was ready.

At some point, Bryan had gotten himself a high-backed armchair. He crossed his legs, holding a cup of steaming green tea, a leisurely look of watching a good show on his face.

What would Harry do? Not only the wizards behind him, but also Bryan was a bit curious.

Just as everyone was guessing whether Harry would crash into them, or even if he fell into the water, he would also hit the Slytherin's arrogance, Harry slowly took out his wand from his pocket, steadily pointing at Daphne and the others.

"You want to attack us, Potter?" Theo's mouth curled up with a sneer. "You wouldn't have forgotten Professor Watson's rules, would you?"

"Neville!" The moment Theo's words fell, Harry suddenly shouted, and Neville at the stern, who had been silent all the time, but had been prepared, did not hesitate to slap the right side of the boat as soon as Harry called out!

Neville and Harry's boat was like a sharp ice knife, suddenly cutting open the water surface and stirring up rolling waves. They went straight to Millicent and Theo's boat, as if as people expected, ready to fight one for one, but....

"Glacius!"

Just when the two sides were still twenty feet apart, Harry's wand suddenly drooped and pointed at the water surface and shouted. A cold air hissed out, rippling the water surface and instantly forming a hard layer of ice. Harry's wrist lifted, the ice layer immediately slanted up and spread, forming a ramp! He had used a freezing charm to create a slope that would lift their boat over the obstacle.

Splash!

Time seemed to stretch at this moment. The four Slytherin wizards slowly looked up. The crystal-clear beads splashing in mid-air reflected their astonished and ridiculous expressions. Everything was like a dream. They could not believe what they were seeing. Harry and Neville's boat had soared into the air, flying over their heads, and landing on the other side of the river.

Boom!

The small boats that fell again and hit the water surface made a thunderous sound. Time resumed. Ron and Hermione on the shore cheered up instantly.

"Well done, Harry!" Ron shouted, and the other Gryffindor wizards who were a beat slower also laughed and shouted like they were under a happiness spell. They were ecstatic to see Harry's brilliant move.

In contrast, the Slytherin wizards immediately fell into gloom. Crabbe and Goyle covered in mud looked viciously as if they wanted to rush over and throw Ron into the water, but they were held back by Bryan's slightly cold eyes.

Harry and Neville left them in a dust. Three seconds later, the two Slytherin boats reacted, quickly turned the boat around, and chased after them. They were furious and embarrassed, and they wanted to catch up and get revenge. But they had lost precious time and distance, and they knew it would be hard to overtake Harry and Neville.

"What are these despicable snakes trying to do!!!" Ron roared at this time, and Hermione said nothing, but her face was ugly, obviously guessing the reason why Millicent and Daphne did this.

'Yes, this could indeed send Potter out of the game–'

Bryan sipped the bitter tea, his expression unchanged, but his heart was smiling. He was impressed by the Slytherins' cunning and ruthlessness, and he was curious to see how Harry would react.

"What do you want to do!" Harry's face was pale, he tried to control the rudder, gritting his teeth. He felt the pressure from both sides, and he knew that he was trapped.

"You don't need to think about it, Potter." Blaise said arrogantly, "In the end, there is only one winner, and that is Slytherin!"

"Be careful, Harry, there's a trap ahead!"

Harry thought they just wanted to drag him down, but the reminder from Neville made him realize Blaise's real intention–to ensure Malfoy's victory, they wanted to drag the only Gryffindor boat to die together! He looked ahead, and he saw a cloud of fog looming. He knew that behind the fog, there was a mud pit, one of Bryan's traps. The mud pit was a deep and sticky pool of mud, that would slow down any boat that fell into it. It would be almost impossible to get out of it, and it would take a lot of time and magic.

Whoosh!

The next thing that happened was as expected. Millicent and Daphne, one on the left and one on the right, clamped Harry and Neville's boat tightly. And then, the three boats together, whizzed and smashed a cloud of fog, and fell into the mud pit together!

The sudden deceleration to a standstill of the small boat made the six people on board roll over, but fortunately they were all mentally prepared and no one was thrown into the water. They were covered in mud, and they felt the sticky substance clinging to their clothes and skin.

Despair spread with the silence. Looking at Harry and Neville who tried so hard to bring glory to Gryffindor, Hermione sobbed directly among the classmates with gray faces.

Ron opened his mouth slightly, looking at Harry who struggled to get up and stood in the cabin in disbelief, and then at Hermione who had tears in her eyes. He finally raised his hand clumsily and patted Hermione on the shoulder, trying to comfort her and himself.

"Professor Watson!"

The Slytherin wizards couldn't contain their excitement. They cheered and clapped, celebrating their victory.

Crabbe laughed stupidly, his face smeared with mud and his eyes gleaming with malice. He shouted,

"You can announce Draco's victory!"

"That may not be the case, Crabbe–"

Bryan held the teacup, smiling calmly. He looked at Neville, who was in the boat, and said,

"There is no winner at until the end, Longbottom?"

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