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"Fred, George, do you two have a way to do the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked, "Do you still want to sneak in?"

"Of course, I asked Professor McGonagall about how the Warriors were chosen, but she wouldn't tell me. George said resentfully, "She just told me to shut up and concentrate on my raccoon shapeshift." ”

"I wonder what the tournament is all about?" Ron said thoughtfully, "I bet we can do the same, we've done so many dangerous things before......"

Ron followed Harry in his first year to defeat Voldemort, and in his second year he fought the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.

In the first half of last year, he was also involved in saving Sirius, and defeated Peter Pettigrew in the final moments.

In the second half of the semester, he and the others went on an expedition to the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest to find the Philosopher's Stone left behind by Gryffindor.

None of these things are more dangerous than the Triwizard Tournament, and several people are really experienced in this area.

"yes, it's amazing, but you didn't do that in front of the judges, did you?" Fred said, "Professor McGonagall said that the judges will rate the Warriors based on the quality of their completion. ”

"Who's the referee?" Harry asked.

"I don't know ......"

"Officials from the Ministry of Magic will be referees. Evan said, serving himself porridge.

Hearing Aven's words, the others turned their heads to look at him in surprise.

"It's obvious, isn't it?!" Evan explained, "It's rare for the Ministry of Magic to plan such a big event, it's impossible not to show up." I think one of the judges will be Mr. Crouch, or Minister for Magic Fudge himself. ”

Percy knew for sure, but he wouldn't tell us anything. ”

"yes, I wonder who else is going to be the referee?"

"The principals of the participating schools, the three of them are also definitely members of the jury. Hermione followed.

This time, everyone turned their heads to look at her in surprise.

"Haven't you read the book?!" Hermione explained, "and it says that in the 1792 Tournament, the Warriors were about to catch a chicken-bodied, snake-tailed monster that went on a rampage, and all three headmasters were wounded. ”

Hermione took out a heavy copy of Hogwarts, a school history from her bag and flipped to the middle page.

"It's all written in this, I remember this paragraph......"

"Do you usually memorize this book in class?" asked Harry, surprised.

The book "Hogwarts, a School History" in Hermione's hand does not look light.

"Because I was looking up a little bit of information recently, I re-read it, and there are a lot of important historical facts in it. Hermione said, "Of course, this book isn't entirely reliable. I think it might be more appropriate to call it "A Revised History of Hogwarts", or "A Prejudiced and Selective History of Hogwarts, where the dark side of the school is obscured". ”

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, puzzled.

The others were equally confused, but everyone soon knew what she was going to say next, it was a house-elf again.

"House-elves!" said Hermione, her eyes sparkling, "and in the thousand-plus-page book Hogwarts, a School History, there is not a single mention that we are oppressing a hundred slaves together!"

Several people remained silent in tacit understanding, and they all stared down at their plates.

Fred and George seemed to have suddenly taken a keen interest in their bacon meats, and they were the only ones in the crowd who refused to pay for the S.P.E.W. badge, and they were indifferent to what Hermione said.

At the end of breakfast, Hermione still took the trouble to tell Evan about the current progress of the House-Elf Advocate Society.

All in all, that day, there was a sense of anticipation and joy in the air.

In class, no one was paying attention, and everyone thought that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.

Even the Potions and Divination classes weren't as unbearable as usual, because they had to end half an hour early.

When the bell rang early, Aven, Colin, and Ginny hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, where they found Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other young wizards already back, and everyone changed into cloaks and rushed down the stairs in two steps to the foyer.

At this time, the deans of each college are ordering their students to line up.

"Weasley, put your hat straight, and Creevey, tuck your shirt into your pants!" Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "and you, Miss Pettier, take that ridiculous thing off your hair." ”

Parvati frowned unhappily and removed a large butterfly headdress from her braid.

"Alright, please come with me. Professor McGonagall said, "First-year students are in the front, don't crowd ......"

They walked down the steps and stood in front of the castle in a line.

It was a cold, airy evening, and night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

The moonlight is exceptionally bright, and it is intertwined with the castle, creating a beautiful and fantastical picture.

All the teachers and students of the school stood outside the gate, and the ghosts slowly floated above everyone.

Aven, Colin, and Ginny followed the other third-year students in the third row, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione behind them.

He saw Colin's younger brother Dennis and the other first-year freshmen standing at the front, trembling with excitement.

"It's almost six o'clock!" Ron said in a low voice, looking into the driveway leading to the front door, "how will they come, by train?"

"I don't think so. Hermione said, "The Hogwarts train is from London, and there's no way they're going to meet there. ”

"How's that coming, broomstick?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.

Hearing his words, Colin also looked up in anticipation.

"They won't do that, ...... from so far away"

"A portkey?!" Ron continued, guessing, "or apparitions, or maybe in their place, people under the age of seventeen are allowed to apparitions!"

"Ron, how many times have I said that no apparitions are allowed in Hogwarts grounds!" Hermione said impatiently.

The young wizards excitedly glanced over the darkening field, but there was no movement.

Everything was silent and peaceful, no different from the usual.

The irrepressible chatter gradually rang out from the crowd, and everyone was cold and hungry.

Just when everyone was about to take it anymore, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, suddenly shouted.

"Ah, if I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representatives have arrived!"

"Where is it?" asked the students eagerly, looking in different directions.

"There!" a sixth-grader shouted, pointing over the Forbidden Forest.

A behemoth, much larger than a broomstick, or a hundred broomsticks.

In the silver moonlight, you could see that it was speeding across the deep blue sky towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger. (To be continued.) )