The Triwizard Tournament is a competition based on friendship, and the three prestigious schools promote their feelings with each other through friendly competition and competition.

While the above is pure nonsense, the Daily Prophet reported that this is how the Triwizard Tournament was contested by the fourth participating school, and the newspapers used the comments of several of the biggest names in the wizarding world to praise the event from different angles, and none of them commented negatively.

Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Castrobusche – no matter what the newspapers say, they're coming.

It can be seen that Vice Chancellor McGonagall attaches great importance to this, because the other party is scheduled to come at dusk, but Professor McGonagall is a little nervous at breakfast - this is not to blame her, Dumbledore is completely in charge of this kind of thing, to be precise, even to ensure that Dumbledore does not leak anything, Professor McGonagall has to worry about it...

At noon, the dining table.

Alan and his roommates, who had been released from the herb shed by the professor in the morning, were eating dessert and pulling calves, ready to rest during this rare half-day vacation, but just as he was eating, a junior Gryffindor came over.

It was a curious kid with freckles on his face, about third grade, his eyes searching the Hufflepuff table, and when he saw Alan, his eyes lit up and he ran over.

Without waiting to stand still, the little imp said in a very fast voice, "Senior Allen, Professor McGonagall said she was waiting for you in her office to let you get over quickly. ”

Allen, who was enjoying a cream pudding, almost choked - he had just taken a half-day off!

Swallowing hard, Alan stared at the impatient little guy, "Professor McGonagall called me?

"I don't know, but several other Hufflepuff prefects have also been called, I guess there is going to be a meeting?"

Well, hard work—Alan smiled self-deprecatingly, he knew that the professor wouldn't be able to rest for so long on his vacation in the morning.

Getting up to greet the others, Alan and the others walked towards Professor McGonagall's office, and as they passed through a hallway, they bumped into the Ravenclaw prefect, and they both asked each other to know that they were all called by the professor.

In fact, when they opened the door to the professor's office, they found that the Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects were all waiting there, and they almost couldn't turn around in the office.

"You're all here, aren't you?" Professor McGonagall stood up from her chair.

"Everyone should know what you're calling here for—yes, the other three schools will be here tonight, and although I've already done that, I hope you'll have a little more snacks to try to make sure nothing goes wrong tonight. Professor McGonagall looked serious, then picked up a thick stack of parchment from the table.

"In order not to make mistakes today, I hope that the people on the list will be watched today to prevent them from having some accidents. ”

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Hey, Professor, don't you look at the rhythm of the fun at the beginning, but now you are pulling the list?

Alan took a cursory look and found that the list was full of guys who were prone to accidents in class or other places in the past, and even the names of Harry and Malfoy were prominently listed, with a note in parentheses that the two were strictly forbidden to approach...

"Alright, everyone follow the list and prepare, the prefects will go back and assign their own people from their own houses, by the way—" The professor glanced at Alan and added, "Alan, you don't have to be responsible for keeping an eye on people, you take care of Peeves today, don't let it come out and make trouble—when the team is sorted out in the evening, I'll ask Barrow the Bloody to keep an eye on it." “

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Don't even let the ghosts go, Professor?

Alan couldn't help but glance at the list - but to his surprise, the names of the two people he expected were not on it.

However, now was clearly not the time to ask, and after greeting Professor McGonagall, the group left the professor's office and headed towards their respective break rooms, ready to assign their tasks for the day.

Just as Alan and the rest of the group marveled at Professor McGonagall's strictness today, the twins came to their face.

"Haha, Alan, so you're here! We're telling you, we've made new progress, and if Professor McGonagall hadn't interviewed us, we'd have had a preliminary try!" George blinked at a small vial with a smug look on his face.

Allen's originally prepared words of greeting were suddenly held back, and the prefects who were with him also had a smile on their faces, but in the end they pressed it down, and seeing that Alan wanted to say something, a group of people smiled evilly and hurriedly said goodbye and left while pushing Allen.

Waiting for everyone to go away, the average person couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed out loud - no wonder there were no two of them on the list, probably because Professor McGonagall felt that others couldn't keep an eye on them at all, so he went directly to tea.

After a burst of laughter, the rest of the group headed straight back to the common room, while Eren began to ask about the painting on the wall - his task today was to keep an eye on Peeves, and the elf's location was so uncertain that it would be most convenient to ask about the portrait or ghost.

Soon, he asked for the exact news from an oil painting of a knight that a ghost had seen Peeves appear in an empty classroom on the west side of the castle in the morning, and had not seen him since.

After thanking the knight, Alan strode towards the place he had been pointed out, which was the classroom for elective classes, usually once or twice a month, and belonged to the sacred place of dating couples in the school - don't ask Alan how he knows, occasionally he would look through the map in the middle of the night and see two completely different dots staying there at a very close distance...

But that's a different story - if Peeves is there now, at least he won't have to be scolded from behind by the two students.

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It was an old door, simply locked with magic.

Of course, this magic is no longer the lock on the professor, but Alan didn't care about this in the first place, and with a tap of his finger, with a slight sound, the magic lock was unlocked.

A very good smell of jam came out of the open door, which made Allen, who didn't care much about it, suddenly come to his senses - as the door opened, a boiling crucible appeared in front of his eyes, and Peeves laughed while boiling the jam in a very strange posture, and his mouth kept laughing.

"Oh, Peeves, hello—what are you doing?"

"What can the great Peeves do? Peeves is boiling a pot of jam and going to the kitchen to make a fuss about it later, mixing the jam in, and then you'll have a perfect dance party today!" It didn't even look back, and its voice was a little excited: "The great Peeves remember that the stupid headmaster of Castrobusche claimed that their academy's Kebora was a greater mischievous than Peeves—and today I'm going to tell him what a real prank is!"

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If the information Alan read was correct, Voldemort was still studying when the other party's headmaster visited the exchange last time - after so many years, this careful-eyed elf still remembers!

Thinking about what he had done over the years, Alan took advantage of Peeves' lack of reaction: "What about that Ellen, don't you take the opportunity to take revenge?"

"Of course - the great Peeves has figured out his bath time, and I'll let Myrtle peek at it next week—" Even though Peeves didn't turn around, Eren could still feel his pride. However, as if it had finally realized something, it began to turn its head.

"Ah——!!!h

Alan looked at it, a smile on his lips, but Peeves became more and more agitated, his eyes panicked, and he didn't dare to move.

"Very good - don't touch Peeves, or I'll just regret that you won't be thinking about moving this school year. Allen's tone was unusually kind. "We seemed to have a very interesting topic and I thought we could go on and on very kindly. ”

But apparently Peeves had no intention of continuing to die - looking at Peeves who didn't say a word and could do whatever you liked, Eren suddenly didn't know what to do with this guy.

It's a natural elf in the castle, and since the last time Eren trapped it for a summer, the control of this guy has not worked very well, and if this guy runs away halfway with a control magic, Alan and Professor McGonagall don't have a good deal to explain - if it makes something more trouble, it will be even more troublesome.

But it's too boring to keep staring at this guy, and Alan has not had enough sleep during this time, so if he falls asleep while staring, he will have a lot of fun.

Soon, though, an idea came to mind.

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Towards evening, Alan rubbed his eyes and noticed a silver-white ghost floating near him - fortunately he was not afraid of ghosts, otherwise the fun would have been great.

In Hogwarts, the most important thing is not anything else, but getting used to haunting ghosts, anyway, a Muggle-born wizard said that when he went home to watch a horror movie a year later, he thought it was hypnotic...

It was Barrow the Bloodman, who was staring at Peeves at the moment, and spoke hoarsely to Alan, "Okay, it's time." ”

Brief and meaningless, but Alan knew his life was over—"Warlock, let's go!"

Hua Luo on the side swallowed the last grain of dog food, and then Peeves stiffened his body, but he attracted the attention of the bloody Baro, and he didn't dare to move again...

Alan wanted to laugh, but after thinking that he had done it himself, he put away this schadenfreude, began to roll up the sleeping bag on the ground, and then put away the food and water prepared for Hua Luo on the side, and then closed the door of the classroom in a chic manner.

Well, this night's sleep, sleep well and satisfied!

At this moment, the whole campus is busy - because of the early end of class, the students of all grades are rushing towards their own lounge as instructed, the cloaks that were pressed at the bottom of the box in the past have been taken out, everyone is dressed in formal clothes, and they are lined up according to their grades, and the prefects are nervously sorting out the team, and Alan hurriedly said hello to them and ran towards his own lounge.

At this moment, the castle is even cleaner than when the school started, not to mention spider webs or something, even the footprints on the floor that were stepped on will be cleaned by the elves in the short period of no one after the students retreat, leaving no trace.

The armor and paintings were spotless, and even well maintained—Mr. Filch and the elves had put in so much effort that Peeves had so much time to make the big news.

With a neat team, Alan and his party walked out of the common room, passing through the last step of the task before greeting them - to be reviewed by Professor McGonagall.

To be precise, this process can actually be called disliked by Professor McGonagall - the professor has put the requirements of the past in class now, no one is allowed to bring any decorations, and almost requires the boys' hair to be cut flat...

"Please come with me," said Professor McGonagall, "first-year students in front, don't crowd!"

The team came out in a stream—it was already dark at the moment, but the weather was unbelievably good, and the moon was so bright that it made people want to bite it—well, yes, that's the feeling, because Alan woke up and found himself hungry, and at this moment looking at the moon, the names of several snacks had drifted through his mind.

Why don't you sneak out of the bag and get some snacks out of the bag while Professor McGonagall isn't looking?

The idea was tempting, but after discovering how neatly Professor McGonagall glanced at the line from time to time, Alan gave up on the idea of being easily killed by the professor in public, after all, the professor was the vice-chancellor, and he didn't want to break his record of not being locked up so far this year.

Wait a minute?

Alan suddenly noticed that a few people were making small gestures - it was several prefects, everyone yawned from time to time, and then gagged their mouths with their hands to hide their embarrassment.

It stands to reason that this is a normal thing, but the frequency of these guys is too fast.

Just when he was stunned, a few small boxes were handed over, and then the next door whispered: "Today is the fifteenth day of the East, and the legend is that there are moon cakes over there, and this is the day of this kind of snack, you can taste it a little." ”

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Well, the moon thief round.

It's true that today is the fifteenth, but if Alan remembers correctly, today is the fifteenth day of September according to the lunar calendar!

Needless to say, the food crossing was seized by the idle crowd of the Ministry of Magic.

Forget it, it's good to have something to eat, it doesn't matter what day he is, it just so happens that Alan is also hungry.

So, there was one more yawning prefect.

After a moment, Alan frowned and swallowed the mooncake forcibly.

He wants to spray stars at the moment—Wuren's!

Quietly putting away the remaining mooncakes, Alan blocked the others and stared at the moon.

It's white and flawless, but there's a shadow - wait, don't tell me there's a rabbit up there!

Alan paused, and then reacted - the guest is coming.