Homecoming from Hogwarts

If you don’t try, the situation will remain unclear.

This is indeed the truth. Everyone knows that Neville is probably ready to sacrifice himself. He is using his sacrifice in exchange for their hope of passing this level.

Cedric moved his lips, wanting to say something to persuade Neville not to be impulsive, but in the end, he said nothing.

Because some sacrifices are bound to be necessary.

"I will go with you."

After a brief silence, Harry suddenly spoke.

"That's not necessary, Harry—"

Neville was surprised.

"I'm the only one who can help. Let's see what happens first, and then you can figure out how to deal with it."

"We can't take advantage of you, can we?"

Harry said in a brisk voice,
"We can't let you be the only one to be sacrificed, Neville. Moreover, if we go together, we can help each other if we encounter any danger, which will greatly increase our chances of survival."

Hermione bit her lip. Deep down, she didn't want Harry to take such a risk, but Harry was right. It seemed a little unfair to let only Cedric's assistant make trial and error.

"if it is like this"

Ron said slowly,
"It would be more appropriate for me to go."

Harry and Hermione both understood what Ron meant. He thought that the two of them were better, and that he, as someone who tried and failed, was obviously more cost-effective.

"I've made up my mind, Ron."

Harry said calmly,

"Neville and I will go together. You see, there are two glass panels here. Perhaps Professor Brain means to let two people go together."

How should I put it? This statement does make some sense.

So, Neville and Harry stood on the edge of the platform, while the others stood behind them, looking at the two pioneers with respect.

"If you are attacked as soon as you step on the glass plate, don't move—"

Hermione drew her wand and looked at Harry and Neville solemnly.
"We will help you block the attack, and then you will crawl back immediately."

“We’ll help, too.”

Fleur and Viktor reached a consensus through their eyes, and Fleur stood up and spoke.

There was an atmosphere of oppression and tension in the air. Everyone on the platform took out their wands, alert to possible attacks from all directions, while Harry and Neville slowly sat down with their legs dangling out.

Even though he had experienced many big scenes, Harry couldn't help but feel nervous. When his nerves were tense, he seemed to hear the surging darkness under his feet roaring ferociously.

Neville's expression was not as relaxed as before. He pursed his lips and his face was covered with sweat.

"Are you ready, Neville?"

Harry swallowed.

Neville nodded and squinted his eyes to survey the calm and empty space. The light from two shooting stars made his face pale.

"Then, I'll count to three and we'll jump together."

Harry said.

Neville nodded, and the people on the platform were on guard in all directions as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Three two. One!"

Snapped!
The moment their bodies lost weight, fear roared wildly in Harry and Neville's hearts, but when their feet touched the glass, the fear disappeared.

The glass panel is very stable and there is no shaking when you step on it.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and looked around
The boundless space was as calm as usual. No one appeared from the lonely space and launched a violent attack on them without any warning.

It seems that he has no intention of taking action immediately.

It occurred to Harry that this was normal; after all, he and Neville were still within the protection of their companions on the platform.

If we launch an attack now, we will be unable to do anything to them.

Harry straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at Neville.

Neville's reaction was similar to his, he was also wiping the sweat from his temples with his sleeves. When he saw Harry looking at him, he responded to Harry's gaze with a knowing smile.

Click!

At this moment, a sudden cracking sound made the expressions of everyone who had been relieved a little suddenly freeze!
The moment the strange sound reached his ears, Harry felt his scalp tingling and the roots of his hair stood up. He looked down at his feet in horror, but fortunately, it was not the sound of glass breaking under his feet.

"Come up, Neville!" But then, Hermione's scream at the top of her lungs made Harry's heart rise to his throat. He quickly turned his eyes away, only to catch a glimpse of Neville's helpless smile from the corner of his eye, and then -
Wow!

Amid the chaotic shouting of many people, the glass panel under Neville's feet shattered into pieces.

Before Harry could rescue him, Neville fell into the abyss, was swallowed by the surging dark waves, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Harry watched Neville disappear from his sight, his mind went blank. Before he could react, a hand suddenly grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him off the glass panel and back onto the platform.

Harry looked back and saw that it was Cedric who had pulled him up.

"Thanks--"

Harry said with a dull expression, while Cedric just shook his head weakly and looked heavily at the place where Neville disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Fleur's scream drew everyone's attention, and they saw her waving her wand desperately.

"When the boy fell just now, I tried to catch him with a rope, but my wand didn't work!"

The magic wand doesn't work?!

This is really a bolt from the blue!
Everyone, including Harry, was waving their wrists to try to cast a spell. Soon, they found that what Fleur said was absolutely right. No matter how hard they tried, their wands could only produce one or two weak sparks.

"Even magic can't be used,"

Ron sat on the ground with a pale face.
"We are done for now."

The magic wand was the warriors' last resort. Suddenly, when the magic was lost, everyone fell into uncontrollable panic.

"What the hell is Amosta doing!"

Furong angrily put her wand into her pocket, walked to the edge of the platform and looked down angrily. At one glance, her eyebrows moved.
"Harry, your piece of glass is not broken!"

Furong's reminder did not touch most people.

They all knew that the glass under Harry's feet was not broken, otherwise, Harry would have been eliminated along with Neville.

But Hermione immediately understood Fleur's reminder. She stopped caring about Harry, took two steps to Fleur's side, frowned and looked at the glass panel Harry had just stepped on and the two intact glass panels in front of him.

"Neville, he."

It took Harry several seconds to come back to his senses. His eyes twitched and he grabbed Ron's hand.

"You're sure you won't die?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Harry?"

Ron looked at Harry strangely.

"If we're going to die if we fall, why would Professor Brains go to all that trouble to bother us? He could just use one spell to send us all to see God, but Neville will definitely be eliminated. Oh, you're so lucky, Harry, your piece of glass didn't break!"

call.
Harry nodded slowly. He didn't explain to Ron. The moment he saw Neville fall off the glass walkway, he recalled the desperate scene in the cemetery where Voldemort was resurrected, when he watched Ron and Hermione being hit by the Killing Curse.

"It seems"

Harry's breath just eased, and Fleur slowly withdrew her gaze, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Amosta has prepared a game for us. Um, Jumanji?"

"What do you mean, Fleur?"

Victor asked quickly,

"Do you see anything?"

Fleur did not answer the question, but looked at Hermione who was deep in thought.
"What is your opinion?"

"Just like you."

When everyone's eyes were focused on Hermione, she bit her lip.

"Professor Brian seems to be planning this."

Hermione pointed at the glass plank road and said in an uncertain tone,

"There is no doubt that this glass walkway leads to the glowing object we need to get. Each step has two pieces of glass, one of which is solid, just like the one Harry chose just now.

If you stand on the other piece, it will break, and the person standing on it will fall down, just like Neville."

Everyone once again looked at the glowing object whose distance could not be accurately judged, and they were all speechless.

"How do we play this?!"

After a long silence, Ron wailed miserably.

(End of this chapter)