After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Since the audience is looking at the water curtain from a first-person perspective, they cannot directly observe the changes in Draco and Harry's facial expressions.

Seeing the two of them standing there without any further action for a long time, the audience mistakenly thought that the finish line was near, making it difficult for the two teenagers to suppress their surging emotions for a while.

After all, no matter how powerful they are, they are just young teenagers who have not experienced much of the world. How can they remain calm and unperturbed when faced with the fruits of victory that are so close and within reach?

Everyone understood this and stared intently at the two people as they approached the trophy with great enthusiasm.

Watching from a first-person perspective, it feels as if you are actually there, and you can reach out and touch the glorious light of victory.

The atmosphere on the scene became increasingly heated, and the audience became more and more excited as the distance between the two and the trophy shortened.

As their palms were about to simultaneously cover the trophy that symbolized supreme honor, deafening cheers rose to their throats, ready to burst out.

However, at this critical moment, an unexpected scene happened.

The whole scene suddenly seemed to be spun around, as if being thrown into a rapidly spinning washing machine by an invisible force.

The intense feeling of dizziness hit everyone instantly, catching them off guard.

The experienced wizards realized almost instantly that this abnormal situation must have been caused by touching the door key.

Their expressions instantly grew serious, and their gazes involuntarily turned to the slightly nervous Hogwarts professors who stood up one after another.

Needless to say, just from the professors' reactions, we can infer that the current changes are by no means as simple as some carefully designed surprise link or hidden level with hidden mysteries.

"Portkey..." The wizard in a long robe and a pointed hat frowned tightly and muttered to himself.

The Muggle parents standing by were bewildered. They only knew a little about the wizarding world.

After hearing the unfamiliar word "portkey", I was even more confused.

However, from the solemn expressions and whispers of the wizards around them, these Muggle parents vaguely felt that this might not be a good thing.

Several wizarding parents noticed the confusion and uneasiness among the crowd, so they took the initiative to patiently explain to the Muggle parents who had come over: "A Portkey is a magical object that can transport anyone who touches it to a designated location. In most cases, a Portkey is an inconspicuous everyday item to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles. Traveling with a Portkey feels like having a hook pulled hard behind your belly button to take you to your destination."

After hearing these words, everyone present couldn't help but feel a tightness in their hearts, with deep worry showing on their faces.

Although everyone was worried, since only the maker of this portkey knew the final destination, there seemed to be no other way for everyone except to remain calm.

At the same time, the huge water curtain continued to play images, allowing people to understand everything happening on the scene in real time through it.

Everyone's eyes turned to the water curtain, nervously watching the constantly changing scene above, praying that no unexpected situation would occur.

At this moment, the professors of Hogwarts gathered together, and everyone's face was filled with solemnity.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime also approached quickly with nervous expressions.

Professor McGonagall's face was tense and her expression was extremely serious. She lowered her voice and said, "This kind of situation should never happen in a competition. There is no doubt that someone must have done it deliberately."

Although Professor McGonagall asserted this, her eyes of disapproval and reproach were directed directly at Dumbledore who was standing beside her.

In fact, the professors at Hogwarts had more or less a premonition that something might happen today, but Dumbledore did not reveal too many specific details to them.

Therefore, long beforehand, they had made full preparations for the response and were always on guard against possible sudden attacks from Voldemort.

Yet, what was still unclear to everyone at this point? Who could have imagined that Dumbledore would actually arrange for two students to personally take such a risk?

Even though they possess powers far beyond those of ordinary people, they are just two children!

Professor McGonagall couldn't understand it.

Faced with the different reactions of the crowd, Dumbledore seemed relatively calm.

He first tried to soothe the furious Professor McGonagall and the worried and frightened Madame Maxime, then turned to Karkaroff and asked slowly, "So, Karkaroff, do you have any opinions or insights you would like to express on this?"

Karkaroff's slightly pale face had his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

A barely perceptible hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but this hesitation was as brief as a shooting star across the night sky, and was covered up by a hint of cunning in the blink of an eye.

He coughed lightly, clearing his dry throat, and then said, "Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, you should know that although the venue I carefully arranged has many challenging levels, I absolutely did not intend to place anything that is both dangerous and seriously violates the rules of the game!"

After saying this, he deliberately spread out his hands, pretending to be completely innocent and harmless.

In response to Karkaroff's words, Dumbledore just smiled slightly, his kind and wise face still looking extremely calm.

But his eyes were always fixed on the water screen in front of him like an eagle, never leaving for a moment.

At this moment, in the water curtain, the figures of Draco and Harry had completely disappeared, replaced by only a blurry light and shadow that kept spinning, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

For a moment, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence. Everyone held their breath, quietly waiting for what Dumbledore would say next, or expecting the water curtain to have further changes and appear before everyone's eyes.

Just after the suffocating silence lasted for a moment, Hagrid's deep and rich voice suddenly broke the deadlock.

Hagrid frowned and said anxiously in a deep voice, "The most important issue at the moment is that we must quickly find out where this mysterious portkey will take Draco and Harry."

As he spoke, his big hands, like palm-leaf fans, had unconsciously clenched into huge fists, and his big eyes, like copper bells, revealed deep worry.

Hagrid knew nothing. Firstly, he was too simple and straightforward. If someone tried to trick him into saying something, he would spill the beans like a bamboo tube pouring out, without anyone being on guard at all.

The second reason is that he has no talent for acting at all.

Even if he tried to hide something, people would always see through it at a glance. His clumsy look was just like a child trying hard to act like an adult.

"The magical fluctuations of the portkey can be tracked!" Professor Flitwick's sharp voice broke the silence at the scene. He drew out his wand and waved it in the air quickly several times.

In an instant, some runes flashing with mysterious light floated out from the tip of the magic wand like meteors in the night sky.

Professor Flitwick closed his eyes tightly, frowning tightly, and was concentrating on sensing the almost imperceptible magical fluctuations around him.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the professor who was trying hard to find clues.

Finally, after a long while, Professor Flitwick slowly opened his eyes, but his face was filled with disappointment. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Unfortunately, this portkey seems to have been cast under a very powerful interference spell. With my current abilities, I am unable to track its specific whereabouts for the time being."

Hearing this, the faces of everyone present instantly became even gloomier, and the already heavy atmosphere became so oppressive that it made people feel a little breathless.

Madame Maxime, who had been standing silently by the side, moved her large body slightly forward and said, "Dumbledore, I sincerely hope that you have been prepared for this matter."

There seemed to be a deep meaning in her words. Perhaps at the beginning, she also felt a little panicked and at a loss.

However, at this moment, she suddenly recalled the seemingly casual but actually pointed words that Dumbledore had said to her in the headmaster's office.

So, when she calmed down again and carefully observed Dumbledore's expression, which was solemn but not anxious, Madame Maxime suddenly realized that perhaps everything happening before her eyes was actually under Dumbledore's control.

The image on the water curtain suddenly flickered, and this sudden change instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Everyone raised their heads and stared at the water curtain without blinking, not even daring to breathe. The whole scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The image on the water curtain stopped spinning and finally stabilized.

A gloomy and terrifying dark forest appeared before everyone.

The forest seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, making it difficult to see its true appearance.

And in the thick fog, there was a faint and eerie aura that made people's hair stand on end, as if countless pairs of invisible eyes were hiding in the dark and spying on everyone.

Deep in the thick fog, tombstones of various shapes stand dimly.

There are some nearby as well.

Some of these tombstones are already dilapidated, covered with moss and traces of time; others look brand new, as if they had just been erected there.

They are quietly hidden in the fog, giving people an indescribable feeling of depression.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their bodies, goose bumps appeared involuntarily, and a strong sense of unease surged in their hearts.

The two warriors did not speak and seemed to be observing the environment.

“Tread, tap…”

A slight sound broke the brief silence.

Everyone pricked up their ears at the same time, as if they heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from not far away.

The footsteps were faint at first, but gradually became clearer and clearer, and the speed became faster and faster. Every step was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, making people tremble with fear.

Due to the angle, no one can see the expressions on Draco and Harry's faces at the moment, but from the two wands exposed under the water curtain, it is not difficult to guess that the two of them must be prepared to face unknown dangers at any time.

I don't know when it started, but the originally noisy venue suddenly became unusually quiet, with only the lonely huge water curtain standing in the center.

At this moment, the water curtain is playing images from Harry's perspective.

If this weren't real and happening, many people would probably consider it a perfect horror movie.

Because whether it is the creation of the eerie atmosphere or the unique and novel way of presenting the perspective, it is enough to make people creepy and deeply involved.

However, at this moment, no one has the mind to pay attention to these so-called novel elements. Everyone's heart seems to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, hanging high in the air and unable to fall to the ground.

Several mysterious figures in black robes appeared and disappeared in the darkness filled with thick fog.

They were like ghosts hidden in the dark night, slowly and silently approaching where Harry and Draco were, which was chilling.

When they were about ten meters away, the group of mysterious people suddenly stopped.

They stood there like statues, motionless.

Everyone was dressed in a black robe that wrapped their entire body tightly, with even their heads covered by a wide hood.

Beneath the hoods, one could vaguely see silver masks, cold and expressionless, completely concealing their true faces, making it impossible to glimpse their true appearance.

These mysterious people just stood there quietly, but even everyone on the other side of the water curtain could feel the thick malice.

The air around seemed to become heavier, filled with an uneasy atmosphere.

The silence didn't last long.

When another burst of light footsteps was heard, the group of people who had been standing still seemed to have received some kind of instruction and silently stepped aside, leaving a narrow passage.

Then, a slightly shorter figure appeared before everyone. He carefully held something in his arms and slowly made his way through the crowd of black-robed people.

As the figure gradually approached Draco and Harry, everyone's heartbeat involuntarily quickened, their hearts filled with tension, curiosity, and inexplicable fear.

Their sixth sense was telling them not to look any further.