When most people think that they have made a profit on something, then the result or something will easily come out.

While the previously drafted Warriors weren't very welcoming to the new rules, it was clear that this wasn't the time to speak freely — all they could do was set up the table with the people who came behind them, and then put on mahjong, uh, no, no, no, the only thing they could do was to be obedient and let Mr. Bagman finish the pre-game coaching.

Of course, it didn't help—even though everyone knew they were the ones who came up with the title, Mr. Bagman still had a look on his face that I had only guessed and underlined.

"The first project is to test your mettle," he said to the crowd of warriors, "so we're not going to tell you what it is, because daring to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard, well, yes, very important, I think you'll soon know what it is-"

"The first project will be completed on November 24 in front of the rest of the students and the judging panel. ”

He glanced at everyone, and his tone was extremely serious, fully showing his status as a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic-

"Warriors are not allowed to ask for or accept any assistance from their teachers in completing their events. When the warrior faces the first round of challenges, the only weapon in his hand is his wand. They won't know about the second project until the first project is over. Due to the high demands of the game and the long duration of the competition, the Warriors did not take the school year exams. ”

Well, this is also the reason why the first batch of warriors were unhappy when the second warrior was selected earlier - although according to the rules, they can't ask the professor for help directly, but if there is only one warrior in a school, then for the honor of the school, others will naturally become his best helpers and give advice for his next challenge, but if the second warrior also comes out, then the internal friction is only the smallest trouble.

"That's all, Barty, Dumbledore?" Bagman smiled as he looked at the two men in his mouth.

That's none of Alan's business - Dumbledore and the others have already departed, leaving a group of freshly selected warriors in place.

After all, the warrior is also a rare thing, and it feels worthless to choose so many at once...

Of course, this is just Allen's slander - the real feeling of the principals is to let the warriors of their own school go back together, so that it is convenient to communicate, so that the estrangement is less, and the province has not been compared to the situation of their own people fighting.

However, it is clear that the principals have a bit of a lot of ideas, because except for Allen, most of the rest of them looked at each other awkwardly and then found an excuse to walk separately, and on the Windsor side, she didn't even say hello to the later Krum, and left after saying goodbye to Allen.

——

"Didn't they have a good relationship?" said Harry, who was a little stunned - he was still a little tender at the age of fifteen.

"yes, it was a good relationship, but after becoming a Warrior, it's a different story—" Alan slipped the last of the flavored beans into his mouth, clapped his hands, and left the empty classroom with a fresh shot.

The auditorium was now empty, and the candles were already low, which made the jack-o-lantern's grinning grin seem eerie and eerie—plus it was Halloween, a good day to play tricks and scare people.

It's just a pity that, as far as Alan knows, Mr. Peeves, the existence of a master-level troublemaker, is still happily talking to the bloody Barrot in a classroom at the moment, and it is estimated that he will not be able to carry out this year's routine - what a pity.

Alan sighed, but it scared Harry: "Alan, believe me, I really didn't put the name in it!"

Why is this unlucky kid still struggling with this- Alan stared at him angrily, and looked at Harry hairy.

"It took a lot of money for the principal to help you get it done, why are you still struggling with that - the game is coming up on the 24th, you should think about how not to lose face in the first game!"

"Match?" Harry finally heard the words that followed, and then froze - he remembered this time, no one cared about him or something, but the game was still there!

Even worse is the fact that Sirius is now a professor in the castle, and due to the rules, he must not help him.

When he found out that Harry's classmates were starting to really care about the game itself, Alan had no conscience and chose to turn around and leave-well, he would never tell Harry that he could actually ask for help, so let the unlucky kid worry about it first.

——

Sending off the unlucky child who didn't make people feel at ease, Alan turned a corner and began to go straight into a stealth state.

While it was natural to be a warrior or something to have a celebration in the break room, it was clear that Ellen's priority wasn't that.

After all - there are rats in the house.

He rummaged through his pocket, and with a soft swear that I would not do anything good, the map of Hogwarts was revealed to Alan.

He began to look in the professors' offices and even the break room one after another—the bastards who can do this must not be at the student level, and most of the problem lies with the professors.

One by one, countless ink dots were identified and identified by Allen—he had even spotted a few small dots in the empty classrooms that were relatively close together, but none of them were the ones he hoped to find.

As he re-examined the map, he had already settled on the conclusion that the rat was hiding a notch deeper than he had imagined.

Putting away the map and putting away his wand, Alan gave up on looking for it again.

It was so unreliable that he decided to spend more time waiting for the other party to leak a little bit and catch the damn guy.

Now that there is no hope of catching someone, Alan stretches and walks towards his own lounge - it's okay, take your time!

——

"Quack ——!"

With a slight pain in his ear, Alan woke up from his slumber and looked at Hua Luo who was standing in his ear at the moment with sleepy eyes.

Normally, this guy wouldn't call him at random, unless something important would wake him up from his slumber - you know, their gang of Hufflepuffs had a whole night of hilarity.

"What's wrong, Warlock?" Alan got up and stared at the Lord who had woken him up in the middle of the night.

Hua Luo whispered, and then pointed to his feet with his beak—a small owl was crushed under it with its talons, and a look of doubt on his face.

"Alright, alright, let go of this poor child. Alan looked at Hua Luo angrily, and reached out to the unlucky guy who was caught.

Then, a small piece of parchment was handed to the little creature from his feet, and the note said only one sentence in vague terms.

"Meet and talk. ”

If this was the only thing, Ai Ethics would ignore it, but there was a sign in the back that he was very familiar with - the one of the second-hand bookstore owner.

Well, Allen's first non-exchange gold galleon came from the hands of this boss, and there have been several pleasant collaborations since then.

So, Alan got dressed and walked towards the hall of the lounge - from the hall of the lounge it was possible to teleport to the outside world, but it would be extremely difficult to get in, at most deliver a message or something.

Floo powder, flames, after a shake, Alan directly saw the owner of the second-hand bookstore with the expression of Gallon in action.

At this moment, the uncle's puff-sleeved pink pajamas almost blinded his eyes.

"Hey, I said uncle-although we've been friends for many years, but what's the matter with you calling me up in the middle of the night, do you know it's past two o'clock in the middle of the night!" Alan grumbled angrily - he decided that if he didn't have a satisfactory answer today, he would pull out a few of the boss's remaining hairs and go back.

"Merlin is on top!" the uncle's eyes were full of regret for how you came to be this depraved appearance, as if Alan had thrown away a bag of Galleons as garbage.

"You've become a Hogwarts Warrior, haven't you?" A golden glittering thing appeared in the uncle's eyes, which looked like Garon in color and texture.

"Well, yes—what's wrong?" Alan hadn't woken up yet, not quite understanding what the shopkeeper meant.

"Garon, Gallon!" he looked at Alan angrily, "Of course it's Galleon—do you know what kind of gamble those Gringotts vampires made in this tournament that only starts once in hundreds of years!"

Markets?

Alan paused, and then remembered why Bagman kept missing questions for Harry - the competition that had been reopened after hundreds of years, and said that no one had any idea about it, and Alan didn't believe it in his heart.

"We're so acquainted with each other - tell me what your chances of winning this contest are!" the uncle's face was full of excitement, and then he suddenly realized something: "Oh - no, you showed it too obviously at school, those bastards will definitely know... ”

"Let's discuss something - how about you deliberately lose the game and let them win?" As soon as he finished speaking, the uncle shook his head: "It's not proper, it's not proper, it's not reliable, if you don't win, we can't tell the others at all." ”

。。。

Thinking too much - Alan glanced at the shopkeeper.

Not to mention that the gamble went terribly wrong, causing some conflicts between the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts (the reason for Alan's misremembering), it is impossible to just let Alan lose the game - what an international joke, he makes money to make money, how can he lose all the glory of the school.

"No way, I'm not in the habit of playing match-fixing, it's a must for Hogwarts to be the winner, or save it. ”

"It's no problem that the winner is Hogwarts - it's good if Harry Potter wins!"

Harry?

Alan paused, but his expression made the shopkeeper mistakenly think that there was something to be done: "That's right, Harry's odds are the highest in the overnight market, if he wins, then we will be rich!"

Alan was a little moved—but he quickly pushed the thought out of his mind.

It's too difficult, and it's too dangerous for Harry - now that the game has changed, and there's still people on the sidelines, if he doesn't help Harry win the championship, the whole game will be full of holes, which is too dangerous.

Making money is good – but putting his friend's life at risk is not what Alan is happy about.

"Not interested, too much trouble - and it's too dangerous for Harry. ”

"It's just a game, didn't Hogwarts announce that it had been perfectly guaranteed, don't worry, I can help you advance a thousand Galleons if your principal is not enough, you just have to promise to do your best to help Harry win the championship-"

Alan glanced at him - he didn't even bother to explain, and just turned around and left.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone had cooperated for so long, Allen would have planned to turn his face, and turning his head and leaving would have made his attitude clearly here.

After finding a corner, Alan went straight back to the castle - quietly disposed of the soiled quilt with his shoes with a fresh cleaning, and then he put his shoes under the bed.

Taking a deep breath, Alan threw away the unpleasantness just now and closed his eyes.

——

Unbeknownst to him, just as he had left the shopkeeper's shop, a hoarse voice came out that was not at all normal: "It seems that the little plan you added has failed, Barty." ”

"Master, that's just an addition to the plan—but I can't think of any reason why you wouldn't allow me to do anything to him, he's just a student at school, and it's not a big deal to keep him. The shopkeeper's voice rang out, but it was completely devoid of the demagogic tone of the previous conversation with Alan, but filled with an inexplicable madness.

"Are you questioning me?" the odd voice raised a few points.

"No, no, great master, your plan is seamless, there is not even a shadow of Gareon, and those wizards have become our assistants without even needing the Imperius Charm, but their help to our plans is unparalleled. The innkeeper's voice was at once full of humility and flattery, but anyone could hear a frenzy sinking inside.

"This is just the beginning – you know what I want, and I don't want any surprises until the end goal is achieved. ”

"Of course, great master, your will will be executed most perfectly—they will help the boy to win, and no one will doubt it until he is brought to us, only for the sake of the Galleons who cannot be seen. ”

"Well, these wizarding traitors have never had the slightest respect for bloodline, they only have Garon in their eyes like those goblins - take me down, Barty, this body is too fragile for me right now, and I must save every ounce of energy. ”

"Rest assured, master, it won't be long before you reclaim your glory!"

With a frenzied response, all fell silent.

The dark tide is surging.