Everybody was looking forward to the third and final task. Nobody was sure what exactly what the third task would be about, but Hagrid was growing tall hedges on the quidditch pitch. It didn't take everybody long to realise that it was a maze. The champions generally weren't walking around the castle with their friends anymore; they were sat in the library or in an empty classroom, preparing them for themselves maze. They had to assume that it was not just an empty maze, but that there might actually be something in it. But the third task was now only 3 days away, and the only time anybody actually saw the champions was at mealtimes. They were usually up early and went to bed late, so they didn't have any time to moan about how 'zis 'Ogwarts food is far too heavy. At Beauxbatons ze food was much lighter' or 'It iiz far too cold 'ere'. Not that anybody cared.