Eren was woken up, muted without the help of a spell, and the boiling and noisy sound coming from outside kept him from falling asleep. He got up, but Ravenclaw was nowhere to be found in the treehouse, and on the large desk Ravenclaw had left him a bag of coins for him to use as a pocket for the carnival - just like Luna had received that salary, and Alan didn't feel any strange about accepting the money, and Alan checked it and found that it should have a lot of money in it.

Through the windows of the treehouse, you can see the bustling, noisy, and joyful crowd below. After a brief wash, Alan took out the full outfit that Ravenclaw had prepared for him earlier, only to find that things were not as simple as he had imagined......

"Wouldn't it be two or three hundred years before this kind of clothing became popular in the Muggle world...... It seems that unlike modern times, it was more fashionable in ancient times that wizards were not Muggles......" Alan looked at the trouser leg with some embarrassment, a black and a blue leggings, and a silver leggings on top - it was also missing a triangle from the lower abdomen to the crotch, which was not covered by cloth, and it was more convenient to use the tool for urinating......

After struggling for a while, Alan put on the leggings and put his foot into the pointed-toe high-top leather boots with no soles or heels. I looked in the mirror with my back to the mirror and found that my groin was a little choked...... This made Alan hurriedly put the tight leather jacket dyed dark blue and the hem length was almost knee-length, and he was relieved after tying the leather belt.

Then, Allen, who put on soft deerskin gloves and looked in the mirror, noticed his light blonde hair in the mirror and frowned, "How can you look like you will be covered by a wild man with a burnt gold belt on your face......"

Finally, with the long-tailed hat that looked a bit like an Indian turban on the top of his head, and put on a cloak that was dark blue inside and black outside, Allen nodded at the mirror with a somewhat Malfoy-like fart, "It's a pity that there is no half-handed sword in this era, and I don't know how to swordsmanship, otherwise I can cos Fiore Di Liberi ......"

After leaving the treehouse, Alan looked at the scene before him, and it was hard to imagine that such a diametrical change would happen, and they and the large oak tree where Helga's tavern was located pulled a number of pennant ropes, cross-connecting and decorating the giant tree, and the lawn near the treehouse swept away the quiet atmosphere of the past, and replaced it with a scene of carnival and boiling. Groups of wizards sprung up from all directions, leaping out of each colorful tent and jumping off every oddly shaped broomstick.

On the wooden stage, clowns in bloomoon-sleeved trousers toss candy cubes and bouquets stuffed with Hufflepuff taverns at children, strangely dressed wizard merchants shout loudly and sell all sorts of bizarre magical goods, some of the food stalls that look rudimentary in Allen catch the feet of passers-by, but the smell wafts from all over Alan makes Allen feel more appetizing, men and women in robes and hoods, and revelers in fancy costumes, all of them are noisy and noisy. Dancing hands and feet, flowers fly to the ground, forming a colorful world.

Alan glanced at the Hufflepuff Tavern, and although they had put a lot of tables and chairs outside, there were still too many people, which made him discourage him from going over and looking at it now, and he walked through the stalls in the crowd, only to find that nothing had piqued his interest.

"It's a pity, I didn't bring enough coins and goods, just now that male egg just appeared, it was bought by that monkey face at a high price, I don't know when I will meet it next time!"

"You don't recognize who he is, and you can't compete with him even if you have enough money...... Be careful with your words, although private fights are strictly forbidden at the carnival, he will trouble you afterwards when he hears his words. ”

Alan walked through the crowd and heard someone talking, and when he turned his head to ask, he found that he couldn't tell who was talking about it from the chaotic crowd......

The more noon it went, the louder the noise, not a single mouth was silent in front of every vendor, in every tent, in front of every wooden shelf, not a single arm was still, and in the midst of this grand event, Alan looked left and right and finally began to get bored, and bought some butterfly crackers and roast rabbit meat, and he was going to visit the Ravenclaw divination house, and by the way brought some food to the other party.

"Twelve sons and daughters who were strong because of the army gathered in the arena,

With a crucible on his belt and quietly waiting to fly,

Hearing a trumpet, they quickly jumped into the sky,

......

However, the athletes of the ten heroes were destined to die. ”

The singing of the enchanted man echoed throughout the area, and a group of wizards screamed excitedly at the song and ran past Alan.

Alan followed their route curiously, and the further he went, the more he felt the noise and jubilation, and when he came to the arena with the crucible overhead, the scene was a man-made frenzy, the sound of joy was like thunder, confetti, bouquets, streamers, oranges, and flowers flying, mixed with the crash of stones and cauldrons, like a torrential rain with a great hail.

But soon when the first warrior was killed by a large enchanted boulder hanging a hundred feet above the ground, the cheers of the audience turned into exclamations - in Allen's view, it was an extremely violent, extremely dangerous game, and every time the horn sounded, as many as a hundred enchanted large and small stones that had been hanging a hundred feet above the ground would start to fall to the ground, and the contestants— It seems that mainly some Scots will ride the broomstick up and down, and use the crucible above their heads to catch the falling stones, and the one who catches the most stones wins.

But judging from the reactions of the surrounding spectators, it is clear that they have long been accustomed to the fact that this kind of competition will kill people, and they discuss it more regretfully, as if in their eyes, this sport is the greatest test of manhood and courage, so everyone will not be deterred by death.

Alan shook his head at the sight of another wizard being opened, remembering that Kennyworth Whitpool, a Quidditch expert and author of The Quidditch Origins, thought that the sport might have been the inspiration for Bludger in Quidditch.

The game on the field continues, and the real warriors are the ones who still dare to challenge in the face of death - with this belief, the wizards on the field are still flying in the air, they are unimaginably agile, and their courage makes Alan feel breathtaking, and the boulders continue to fall on the crucibles, splinters are scattered, and one after another the contestants who have been hit fall from the air with their heads broken and bleeding.

Fortunately, Hufflepuff was a good healer and a good person, and she had a group of apprentices waiting for rescue early on, so that the injured contestants were quickly treated properly - which also caused some discontent in the crowd around Allen, who complained that there were too few deaths......

On the field, a sturdy man in his thirties with red hair as thick as a mane and a red beard stood out, using a broom without a cushion charm to speed through the air - although the speed of these brooms seemed to Alan to be surprisingly slow and rough compared to the products of his time, this did not prevent the red-haired man from being significantly faster than the others, and he managed to catch many rocks.

Even with the blood on his cheeks, he laughed and continued to move on, and this combination of strength and courage made him successfully provoke all the audience to cheer excitedly.

Two more less fortunate warriors were killed by boulders before they could be rescued, and in the end, a huge bell was rung three times in a row, and the red-haired man won the final victory.

Blood poured all over the winner's face, which made him look hideous, but he told the Hufflepuff apprentices that he would not be treated until later - he went straight on stage and gestured to the audience.

The audience, who had been overcome by his performance and felt extremely excited and reverent, burst into enthusiastic cheers.