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"Triwizard Tournament

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang representatives will arrive at 6 p.m. on Friday, October 30th, and the afternoon class will end half an hour early, when students are invited to return their bags and textbooks to their dormitories, meet in front of the castle, meet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Ron stepped over the crowd of onlookers in front of him and read the notice aloud from the bulletin board.

As the Triwizard Tournament approached, Hogwarts began to prepare for the tournament to begin, and announcements about the arrival times of the other two participating schools were prominently displayed in the school castle.

"Great!"

Harry said happily,

"Friday's last class is Potions class!

"I don't think it's a good thing to take up students' study time and class time for a meaningless competition. ”

Looking at the contents of the cloth bar, Qiming shook his head and said.

"Qiming, how can you say that?"

Ron looked at Qiming in horror, as if he had said something rebellious.

"Qiming is right!"

Hermione said with a look of approval,

"If you want me to say, this tournament should not have been resumed in the first place, I really don't know what the Ministry of Magic thinks, the reason why the Triwizard Tournament itself was held was because the three major European magic schools did not admit defeat to each other, and they had to compete for the result, which has been canceled for more than a century, and now it is going to be held again, why would Professor Dumbledore agree to Hogwarts to participate in this kind of competitive competition like a child!"

Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at the same time, looking like they couldn't stand her.

More and more students are gathering around the fence, and it seems that many of them have been told by their friends, but they want to come and see for themselves.

After reading the notice, the four of them opened the way from Qiming, and the four of them easily squeezed out of the crowd.

"It's only three days!"

At that moment, a voice rang in their ears, and Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff House had just squeezed out of the crowd, his eyes sparkling, and he said to himself excitedly,

"I don't know if Cedric knows, I'll go tell him......"

"Cedric?"

Ernie hurriedly passed by the four, and Ron said with a blank expression.

"It's Diggory, Cedric Diggory. ”

Harry said,

"It looks like he's going to compete in the tournament as well. ”

"So it's him, just because he also wants to be a Hogwarts warrior?"

Ron said angrily,

"Do you remember? his dad said bad things about Harry during the summer, 'Our Cedric beat Harry Potter', that idiot, they are a bunch of idiots!"

"He's not an idiot,"

Hermione retorted,

"You didn't like him because he beat Gryffindor in Quidditch, it was his dad who spoke ill of Harry, not him, and I remember retorting his dad. And I've heard that he's a great student -- and a prefect. ”

It seemed that for Hermione, the prefect status had meant everything.

"Stop, Hermione!"

Ron said dismissively,

"You like him because he's handsome. ”

"I won't like him because he's handsome!"

I don't know what, Ron's words made Hermione's face turn red all of a sudden, and the girl looked a little excited, exclaiming,

"I don't like a guy just because he's handsome!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Qiming felt that when the girl said this, the afterglow of her eyes seemed to be looking at him, Qiming unconsciously touched his chin, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with him, right?

This notice in the foyer of the castle had a noticeable effect on all the students living in the castle.

For the next week, the students at the castle talked about one topic:

Triwizard Tournament.

All the students were debating how the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were different from them, what the tournament would do, and most importantly, who would be the Hogwarts Champion.

In anticipation of the competition, Hogwarts was thoroughly cleaned, and even the portraits in the castle were scrubbed.

All the faculty and staff were on the verge of becoming extremely nervous, and as October 30 approached, the tension continued to increase until the day came.

On the morning of October 30th, Qiming came to the auditorium for breakfast as usual, he was used to this peaceful life, and the bloody storm in the main god space seemed to be as long as he had experienced in his previous life.

Soon, Kaiming noticed some changes in the Great Hall, with large silk banners hanging from the ceiling, each representing one of Hogwarts' houses.

Soon, Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat down next to him in their own seats in the auditorium. Not far from the four of them, Fred and George were sitting there, talking in low voices.

Qiming hadn't seen the two twins for a while, and the two seemed to be deliberately avoiding everyone during this time, not knowing what they were discussing.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other, and then Hermione dragged Qiming to the side and usurped a few seats next to the twins.

Seeing the four of them coming, the twins immediately stopped.

"What are you discussing?"

Ron asked.

"Nosy, my dear brother. ”

Fred said dismissively.

"Do you two have a way to deal with the Triwizard Match?"

Harry diverted the subject,

"Do you still want to get in and participate?"

George said resentfully,

"I went to ask Professor McGonagall how the Warriors were chosen, but she wouldn't tell me - she just told me to shut up and concentrate on my raccoon transformation. ”

"You really should listen to Professor McGonagall and study in peace!"

Hermione interjected and said,

"You heard Dumbledore at the opening party, no matter what the method of restriction is, do you think you can surpass Dumbledore?"

Fred looked over and said,

"You have to give it a try, don't you, Hermione, I remember a Muggle saying that opportunities are only for those who are prepared, and George and I don't want our chance to come to us and be mistaken by us. ”

"This is not an opportunity!"

Hermione frowned,

"I've read in books that the Triwizard Tournament has always been very dangerous, and it makes sense for the Ministry of Magic to limit age, remember that in the 1792 Tournament, the warriors had to catch a chicken-bodied basilisk, and even the principals of the three schools who were referees were injured in that game!"