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“Okay… Okay.”

Harry said blankly.

He stood up, feeling a little dazed, and went outside the tent with Bagman.

Bagman led him a little further away, into the woods, turned to look at him, with a kind smile on his face.

"How are you feeling now, Harry? Is there anything I can help you with? If there's anything you don't understand, I can help you."

"Wh-what?"

Harry was stunned, then said to him: "No, no, thank you, Mr. Bagman, I don't need anything right now, I mean… I'm fine."

"Do you know how to deal with the opponent you're facing?"

Bagman lowered his voice conspiratorially and said to him, "Harry, if you're willing, I can give you a few ideas, I mean…"

He lowered his voice even further, looked around, and continued, "You're at a disadvantage here, in this Triwizard Tournament, Harry, I can help…"

"No, Mr. Bagman."

Harry refused directly, knowing that he seemed a little rude, but still said, "Thank you, but I… I know what to do, thank you."

"No one will know what we're doing. It's normal for me to help you within my authority, Harry."

Bagman said, winking at Harry.

"No need, I don't feel like I need it."

Harry declined again.

He didn't understand why the other party kept telling him this.

Now Harry felt worse than ever before, as if he was the weakest of the champions.

"Harry, I've already come up with a plan, I…"

Bagman was saying when suddenly a whistle sounded somewhere.

"Good heavens, I have to run!"

Bagman turned around in a panic, made an apologetic gesture to Harry, and then quickly ran away.

Harry glanced at the other party, took a deep breath, and walked towards the tent.

He happened to see Krum come out of it, his face even more gloomy than before.

The two brushed past each other, and Harry wanted to wish him good luck, but in the end, he only let out an inaudible murmur.

He returned to the tent and stood beside Raven and Loki.

A few seconds later, they heard a clamor from the crowd.

This meant that Mark had entered the arena, facing an enemy identical to his model.

At the same time, a magical screen in the tent showed the situation on the field, and everyone turned their attention to watch.

On the Hogwarts training grounds, a huge screen was also set up in front of the audience.

The magical screen projected a clear picture, showing the contestants' situation throughout.

Peter sat in the stands, with Little Horus on his left and Diana on his right.

Boom Boom and Vi sat next to Mera, their little hands holding flags, cheering for Mark.

Azu and Clark looked up at the sea of people on the stage and couldn't help but exchange glances.

"Honestly, I think Dad is deliberately messing with them."

Azu whispered to Clark, "Dad has brought everyone he knows, this doesn't look like a small matter."

Clark glanced at Mark, who had entered the portal and been transported to what seemed to be a ruined city, and nodded.

Mark, watched by many spectators, entered the portal wearing his Gryffindor school uniform and holding his wand.

Everything suddenly went dark, and then his vision returned to normal. Mark found himself in a dilapidated city building.

The dim city building exuded a deathly silence.

A little nervous, Mark held his wand and walked forward slowly, exploring the road while vigilantly watching his surroundings.

Because he needed to avoid being caught by the enemy within a limited time, the best way was to hide and not engage in conflict with them.

"Crunch!"

Stepping on a broken branch under his feet, Mark suddenly heard a whistling sound in the distance.

It seemed that something was approaching rapidly.

Feeling the aura of great threat emanating from the other party, Mark immediately used the Disillusionment Charm and hid behind the ruins of a building.

"Thump!"

Kryptonian Lieutenant Faora, wearing a black, form-fitting uniform, landed heavily on the ground.

Faora's stern expression stunned the crowd watching the match at Hogwarts as soon as she appeared.

Turning around, Faora's sharp eyes swept around the ruined buildings.

Mark, who had concealed his figure, held his breath nervously.

Seeing that Faora didn't seem to have found him and had flown away, Mark released the Disillusionment Charm and took a deep breath.

But unexpectedly, just as he stood up, he heard a voice behind him.

"You're very good at hiding, Mark."

Mark's body stiffened, and then he turned around in shock.

Faora took a step closer to Mark, a faint smile on her lips.

"But now, you can't escape from my grasp."

"Sectumsempra!"

Knowing how powerful the other party was, Mark immediately waved his wand and released a spell to attack.

But unexpectedly, Faora was prepared and darted out like a bolt of lightning.

With a "thump," Mark's "Sectumsempra" spell was dodged by the other party.

Then Mark was heavily knocked away, smashing into the ground, sending up countless dust.

Seeing Mark being knocked away, the audience let out a cry of surprise.

Mark staggered to his feet, but Faora launched a super-speed attack again, grabbed Mark's collar, and threw him to the ground.

"Bang!"

Mark rolled out, crashing through a wall with a "boom."

"Oh!!"

Seeing Mark being smashed and rolling on the ground, the audience let out an even louder exclamation.

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Everyone was extremely shocked by the power and speed shown by Faora.

Was this still a human?

Hermione sat in the stands, and although she was shocked by Faora, who had shown a power that she couldn't understand from the very beginning, she still clenched her fists and cheered for Mark.

"You know what? You're far behind your father, Mark. If you can't stand up, I don't mind collecting a little interest, about the Metropolis battle we haven't finished yet."

As she spoke, Faora walked towards him.

Mark, lying in the ruins, immediately realized that the other party might really kill him when he heard this.

"Stupefy!"

Gritting his teeth and standing up, Mark immediately released a spell at the other party and dodged backward at the same time.

"Boom!"

The ground was shattered by Mark's feet, and then Mark suddenly activated his flying ability, flying into the sky with a "boom."

Harry in the tent was dumbfounded as he watched this scene.

Was that flying magic Mark was using?

Without using a broomstick, how could he have such speed?!

Flying rapidly in the air, Mark continued to accelerate.

After shaking off Faora, he landed on the ground.

The soles of his boots sank into the charred concrete rubble, and the decaying smell of rainwater mixed with the smell of dust drilled into his nostrils.

Breathing slightly, Mark clenched the knuckles of his hawthorn wand until they turned white.

The place he was in was a military camp or something.

Just after landing, Mark heard a sharp screech of tearing metal a few hundred meters behind him.

Faora was tearing open the wreckage of the armored vehicle blocking her path.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The tip of the wand burst out with blue light, directly hitting Faora, who was attacking him.

Grayish-white patches instantly covered the surface of the iron shell, like a giant beetle that had been drained of its life.

After Mark delayed the other party's attack, he somersaulted and jumped into the subway tunnel opening, and the rotten sleepers made a cracking sound under him.

The sound of dripping water came from the depths of the tunnel, and the fluorescent light of the wand illuminated the dried marks on the walls.

While running quickly, Mark suddenly squatted down and tapped the rusty rail lightly with his wand: "Transfiguration!"

As Mark chanted the spell, the rails twisted into dozens of metal rattlesnakes, hissing and swimming towards different tunnels.

When Faora's war boots shattered the first metal transformed snake, the entire underground network echoed with angry screeches.

While running, Mark paid attention to Faora's pursuit behind him.

He had to try to conceal his superpowers as much as possible and fight Faora in the form of magic.

Because he knew that his every move would be seen by all the teachers and students.

After running for several minutes, Mark was about to escape from the tunnel.

"Found you, little mouse."

A cold light came from behind, accompanied by a heat vision attack.

Hearing Faora's voice, Mark immediately rolled to the side.

Faora's crimson heat vision melted a bubbling groove in the concrete wall.

The next second, Mark's back slammed into the wall of the dilapidated underground tunnel.

With a "thump," Mark immediately felt a burst of piercing pain spreading throughout his body.

Before he could get up, Faora's second strike was already coming at his face.

Holding his wand, Mark jumped up at the critical moment, and the spell was released by him in an instant, "Protego!"

In the sparks of gold and iron clashing, the shining wall reflected Mark's figure.

In the process of being knocked back by Faora, Mark endured the pain and gritted his teeth to continue waving his wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

The red light hit Faora's wrist, but it exploded into light dust on her wrist.

Before the female officer's sneering corner of her mouth could rise, Mark's second spell was already cast: "Legilimens!"

In the instant of the memory torrent backlash, Mark mixed his childhood fragments into it—the sunset of Smallville, the oil stains when his father repaired the harvester, the laughter of Boom Boom and the others flying kites on the barn roof.

Faora's movements froze for a moment.

Seizing this brief opportunity, Mark raised his wand and shouted loudly at the other party: "Stupefy!"