"I did." Harry wasn't planning on hiding anything from Mr. Bagman, "They had a bit of a situation at home, but..."
He looked up and glanced at Fleur and Victor ahead.
Mr. Bagman nodded in understanding and didn't continue the conversation.
"For detailed information, you can ask my godfather, Mr. Black." Harry added, "He'll be happy to tell you the details."
"I see." Mr. Bagman nodded.
Upon learning the specifics of the third task, Harry dialed Vivi's number.
"Harry?... Oh, place this document here... Alright, I got it... Don't ask me about these details; my secretary, Miss Fari, will provide you the answers—oh, Harry, go ahead."
It was clear that Vivi was very busy.
Harry concisely explained the specifics of the third task, interrupted by Ministry of Magic officials more than five times.
"I understand; I'll get back to you later, okay? Darling..."
"Alright." Harry hung up on Vivi's call.
He exhaled deeply, wondering why Vivi was still working late.
Oh, Harry remembered that a few days ago, Vivi mentioned that Czechoslovakia's Ministry of Magic had been merged into Great Germany, and she was dealing with related matters.
However, the Hungary she had always been concerned about hadn't responded at all, making the Deputy Minister quite unhappy.
"What's wrong?"
Returning to the dormitory, Ron noticed Harry's gloomy expression and curiously asked.
"Nothing." Harry shook his head, "The third task turned out to be a maze; I really didn't expect they'd turn the Quidditch field into a maze!"
"That's outrageous!" Ron stood up swiftly, "How could they! How dare they! That's a sacred Quidditch field, Merlin's wrapping cloth..."
Finally, he suddenly asked, "So, what are you guys supposed to find this time? Seeking treasures in the maze? I'd recommend you ask Professor Scamander for a Sniff; that way, you could quickly find treasures..."
"No, we're looking for the Flame Cup." Harry succinctly replied, "But I don't think a Sniff would recognize a wooden cup as a treasure, so..."
"So what?" Ron raised an eyebrow and asked.
"So the Sniff operation plan is out." Harry casually spread his hands, "Although, it's said they've also asked Professor Scamander for plenty of Magical Creatures to put in the maze to hinder our progress..."
"Oh Merlin's bitter tea leaves! They're so awful!" Ron sighed dramatically, "So, can we watch the Warriors being tormented by Magical Creatures?"
Harry glanced sideways at Ron, and found him grinning.
"It's not my fault for wanting to see Warriors battle Magical Creatures."
Harry figured out that his good buddy was just here for the fun, thinking the competition was too boring and wanting to witness some excitement.
"Your dream might indeed come true; after all, based on Fleur's Magic Spell level, she might not be able to handle the Magical Creatures." Harry said, spreading his hands.
He wasn't looking down on Fleur, just felt her Magic Spell skill was really ordinary.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been unable to deal with Grindelwald.
That kind of small Magical Creature... timid and not very big, just a single spell would scare them all away; what's there to be unable to handle?
Following Harry's words, Ron got even more excited.
Such a beautiful girl, and battling with Magical Creatures...
"I can hardly wait, Harry." Ron said excitedly.
"Same." Seamus chimed in.
"When did you get back?" Ron turned around and asked.
"Just when you mentioned Professor Scamander providing Magical Creatures to enter the maze." Seamus said cheerfully, "But I think dealing with Magical Creatures just requires one Thunder Explosion, don't you think?"
"That's you." Ron rolled his eyes, "You're a natural user of Explosive Spell, aren't you?"
"True enough." Seamus shrugged and said.
The next morning, while having breakfast, Harry suddenly noticed Ron shuffled a few steps to the side.
Then, a familiar fragrance wafted over.
It was Cassandra.
"Potter." Cassandra raised her head as she sat down, "I heard the third task has been confirmed?"
"How do you know?" Harry asked curiously.
"That Bulgarian fatso—" Cassandra's eyes flashed with disdain, "He talked about it in the Slytherin common room. So, what do you think Professor Scamander will put in there as Magical Creatures?"
"Shouldn't be anything too extreme, right?" Harry thought for a moment, "I remember Professor Scamander has a Zouwu, but in a maze... it's unlikely they'd put Zouwu in there, right? At most, there should be creatures below Three-Star or Four-Star."
Cassandra lowered her gaze and thought for a while, then said, "Maybe, but being cautious is never wrong..."
"So you're concerned about me?" Harry suddenly moved closer and asked mischievously.
To his surprise, Cassandra merely lifted her eyes, glancing at him like a proud swan.
"And what if I am? As the hostess, isn't it my duty to care for my little follower?"
Harry rolled up his sleeves.
"Who are you calling the host? I'll give you another chance."
"Hmph, boring."
Cassandra suddenly stood up, leaned down close to Harry's ear.
Golden strands of hair fell, flowing over Harry's body, face, and neck.