As the headmaster of the host college, Dumbledore of course knew what the competitions were all about. After a little thought, he decided which game would be the best time to capture Harry.

Immediately, Dumbledore didn't care about the leaks of any competition events, and told the link of the third game.

However, even if they guessed when and where Harry would face the crisis, Dumbledore and Sirius had nothing to do about it.

Harry couldn't be stopped from going to the competition, and Harry couldn't be allowed to retire in the middle of the competition. Therefore, the eyes of the two could only look at Cowen at the same time.

Kewen found out what the final trap was in the memory data. It was the final trophy of the competition, and it was made into a 'door key'.

When Harry touched the trophy, he was instantly teleported to Voldemort.

As for the previous series of games, Harry will not be in any danger. Even if there is danger, the fake Professor Moody will find a way to help Harry solve it.

After all, Voldemort wanted a living Harry, not a corpse.

Thinking of this, Kewen faced the expectant expressions of Dumbledore and Sirius, nodded and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me, I will take good care of Mr. Potter."

"Thank you Kewen!" Sirius was very grateful, stretched out his hands to grab Kewen's right hand, raised Kewen's hand like a pilgrimage, and put it on his forehead.

"I wish I could go on the field to protect Harry myself, but I can't do it!" Sirius said emotionally: "In short, please!"

Feeling the strength of the other's handshake, Kewen knew that these words were all from Sirius's sincerity.

When the other party let go of his hand, Kewen reassured: "Don't worry, I won't let Harry have an accident."

Next, the three discussed in the principal's office for a while, and then Sirius took the lead and left the academy through the fireplace.

Kewan chatted with Dumbledore for a while before returning to the dormitory.

Nowadays, there are too many 'admirers' outside. Apart from the bedroom, Kewen has very little free space to move around, so he can only get a moment of peace in the bedroom.

Now he needs a quiet environment to continue thinking about some plans.

What Penello said reminded him that since he was about to leave this world, why not leave some valuable memories for himself?

The Triwizard Tournament is like this, and there are still some things that Kewen should do.

But that requires perfect planning.

He had thought about it when he was in the principal's office before, but Dumbledore interrupted his thinking. Now that he is back in the dormitory, Kewen naturally wants to continue planning.

...

Time has passed, and it has been nearly two months since the school started. On November 24, the first game of the Triwizard Tournament will begin.

The playing field is built not far from the castle, on a cliff in the middle of the mountains. It is worth mentioning that it is right in the middle of the 'Wonder House' and 'Hogwarts'.

If you stand at the top of the arena, you can see the tower of the Academy Castle on one side, and the riverside clearing where the "Wonder House" is located on the other side.

After breakfast time, teachers and students from the entire academy arrived at the competition venue one after another, which was a huge building like a gladiatorial arena.

In the middle is an unorganized, rocky venue, surrounded by layers of stands. Not only the teachers and students in the academy, but also the parents of some students who are free came to watch the game.

In the rest tent of the players, Kewen sat on a chair with a calm expression, playing with his wand with his fingers in boredom.

The other three players were not so calm, and they kept pacing the room with a lot of thought.

At this moment, Harry paused, leaned against the curtain on the edge of the tent, and whispered to the outside through the curtain.

With his sensitive hearing, Cowen heard Hermione's voice outside the curtain, and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Harry.

Before he could turn his head, the curtain was suddenly lifted, and Hermione entered the tent emotionally, hugging Harry tightly.

Almost at the same time, someone raised a curtain at the main entrance of the tent, and a coquettishly dressed female reporter walked in with her photographer partner.

Seeing Harry and Hermione hugging, the photographer raised the camera almost subconsciously, and took a picture of Harry and the others with a 'bang'.

The flash of magnesium powder exploded a large plume of white smoke, and some pungent smells spread in the lounge.

Kewen frowned slightly, and he grabbed the wand that was spinning with his fingertips and swayed it gently to dispel all the scents around him.

"Wow~Wow~Wow..." The female reporter named Rita Skeeter exclaimed exaggeratedly: "The beginning of love is really... memorable and touching."

"Quiet!"

Cowen suddenly made a sound, glanced up at Rita Skeeter in a cold tone, and then said, "Please stay quiet on the side."

Rita Skeeter's expression froze for a moment, but after seeing that it was Kewen, she immediately showed a pleasing smile, and then walked away obediently.

This is because Cowen threatened her.

The day after the Warriors were selected, Rita Skeeter came to the academy for an interview.

There was no explanation of the other party in Kewen's memory data, so at first he thought it was just a normal interview.

As a result, in the interview, he found that this woman named Rita Skeeter actually had no lower limit.

The questions raised not only have little to do with the 'Triwizard Tournament', but also like to ask some embarrassing questions.

Not only that, Rita Skeeter also likes to make up her own mind, making up nonsense out of thin air, and will not record it according to Kewen's answer.

After discovering these situations, Kewen was a little annoyed, so he read his mind with 'Intake Divine Mind'.

Unexpectedly, Cowen discovered that the other party was an illegal 'Animagos' just like him. After the other party mastered the 'Animal Transfiguration', he did not go to the Ministry of Magic to register.

Having seized the pain point of Rita Skeeter, Cowen immediately stated the situation and successfully held the other party.

Since then, Rita Skeeter has been a little bit intimidated by Cowen, and her coverage of Cowen is completely factual, not as nonsense as the coverage of other Warriors.

Now that more than a month has passed, seeing Kewen again, Rita Skeeter still does not dare to be presumptuous in front of Kewen...

The conversation and performance between Cowen and Rita Skeeter surprised everyone in the lounge, but they were not familiar with each other, so no one would ask anything.

They were just observing Rita Skeeter's embarrassed expression, and occasionally glanced at Cowen secretly.

At this time, the door curtain was lifted again, with Dumbledore as the head, the other two principals and Director Crouch walked in one after another.

"Hello warriors."

Dumbledore looked at the four warriors in the room with a smile, but was slightly taken aback when he saw Hermione, and said in surprise, "Miss Granger, why are you here?"

"Ah I... I'm sorry." Hermione shyly avoided everyone's attention and said quickly, "I'm just here to cheer Harry up and disturb you! I'll leave now!"

After saying that, Hermione immediately buried her head and left the lounge.

Dumbledore didn't care, he continued to smile and said to the contestants such as Kewen: "Okay, the time you have been waiting for has finally come. I'm here to wish you all good results."

"Now, let's start the draw." Dumbledore said hello to the side: "Barty, please."

Director Crouch immediately stepped forward and greeted Kewen and the four to surround him. He lifted a black cloth bag and opened the mouth of the bag.

"Okay warriors, next, please extract the difficulties you will face from this pocket." Chief Crouch said, handing the pocket to Fleur: "Then, Miss Delacour, you first come."

Furong looked a little nervous, staring at the blue smoke coming out of the mouth of the bag, listening to the 'hissing' sound inside the bag, taking a deep breath, raising her hand and slowly reaching into her pocket.

"Oh! It bit me!"

With a soft whistle, Furong retracted her hand from her pocket. In her hand, a green dragon the size of a gecko was constantly observing the surroundings.

Seeing this, Director Crouch announced: "Welsh Green Dragon!"

Then, he handed the pocket to Victor Krum: "It's your turn, Mr. Krum."

Krum pulled out the 'Chinese Fireball Dragon' from his pocket.

Then there was Kewen, and when he retracted his hand from his pocket, the dragon model struggling in his fist caused a low voice all around him at the same time.

Seeing this, Director Crouch said with some pity in his eyes: "Okay, Mr. Quinn, you have selected the 'Ukrainian Iron Belly Dragon', which is the largest in the world."

Ke Wen was stunned for a moment. If he remembered correctly, shouldn't it be 'Swedish Short-nosed Dragon' in the original plot?

However, after Harry finished smoking the 'Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon', Kewen found that there was still a voice in the pocket in Chief Crouch's hand.

He suddenly understood, obviously, there should be other kinds of dragons in it, not just four dragon models.

At this time, Director Crouch put away the pocket, then took out another pocket, and let the contestants draw the order of play.

This time, there was a different change from the original plot. Kewen actually won the fourth place finale.

After the draw is complete, the next step is to check the wand.

At Dumbledore's greeting, Ollivander lifted the curtain with a smile and walked into the lounge.

He looked at Kewen with pride in his eyes, and then greeted the contestants, "Come here, children, let me check the wand for you."

The four of Kewen stepped forward, and Ollivander checked the wands one by one. After experimenting with the little magic spell, they called out the materials and production characteristics of everyone's wands.

Finally, it was Kewen's turn. After experiencing the little magic spell, Ollivander handed back the wand, and then asked kindly, "How is it, child? Is the wand still working?"

"As always." Kewen responded with a smile...