"As you know, at the end of last semester, Dumbledore took me to Beauxbatons, and he took time out to go back to England with the current Lady Maxim of Beauxbatons to discuss the matter. "It was at that time that I learned that Hogwarts was about to host the Triwizard Tournament, which is a traditional project of three of Europe's leading schools ......of witchcraft and wizardry."www.biquge.info

"Wait, I remembered!" Hermione said suddenly, "I've read in the book The European Assessment of Magical Education that the Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago and is a kind of friendship competition between the three largest magical schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selects a champion, and then three warriors compete in three magical projects. Held every five years, the Triwizard Tournament is hosted by the three schools in turn, and everyone agrees that it is a great way for young wizards from different countries to build friendships. ”

"Every five years?!" Ron said in surprise, "but I never knew that Bill, Charlie, and Percy certainly hadn't been to such a tournament or to the other two schools of witchcraft and wizardry. ”

"Because the Triwizard Tournament has been on hiatus for centuries, I can't believe they're going to be back ......," Hermione said.

Next, everyone began to discuss the various details of the Triwizard Tournament.

The sudden excitement and joy diluted Malfoy's unhappiness, and even Ron's mood improved.

Needless to say, both Harry and Ron want to be Hogwarts warriors.

Hermione was alone, thinking it might be dangerous.

The train kept moving north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The sky was dark, and the windows were covered with moisture, so lanterns were lit in broad daylight.

Gala gala, a small cart serving rice was pushed down the aisle, and Evan and Harry bought lots of cakes and snacks.

In the afternoon, people began to pour into the chamber non-stop.

Most of them came to see Evan, and everyone knew what Evan was doing at the Quidditch World Cup.

For a moment, the cubicle was crowded with people inside and out, and it was black.

There were those whom Evan knew, and those he didn't, and almost all the little wizards came here.

As they talked endlessly with Evan about the magic he had cast and the World Cup attacks, Hermione seemed bored and began to read Standard Spells, Level 4, and try to learn a flying charm.

By the time Evan finally sent Colin away, the train was almost Hogwarts.

No sooner had they changed their school uniforms than the doors opened, and thunder rumbled in the air.

The little wizards got off the train one after another, their heads bowed and their eyes squinted in the pouring rain.

The rain fell so hard that it was like buckets of ice-cold water pouring over each of them.

"Hagrid!" Harry shouted at the sight of a large figure on the other side of the platform.

Behind Harry, Aven, Ron, and Hermione hurried over to say hello.

"Hello!" replied Hagrid, in a gruff voice, "if we don't drown, we'll see you at the banquet!"

As is customary, first-year students are ferried from the lake by Hagrid to Hogwarts Castle.

Evan watched as Hagrid gathered some of the most small children around him and led them towards the dark lake.

Because in the first year, he flew in a car with Harry and Ron, none of whom had ever experienced the tradition.

"Oh, I can't imagine ferrying across the lake in such weather. Hermione said excitedly, trembling all over.

Little by little, they moved their feet with the flow of people, and walked past the dark platform.

Outside the station, a hundred horse-drawn carriages were waiting for everyone.

Aven, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were relieved to climb into one of them.

The door slammed shut, and a moment later, with a violent jolt, the long motorcade set off along the path to Hogwarts Castle, crackling and splashing along the way.

The carriage passed through a gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides and followed a wide driveway.

The carriage shook violently due to the strong winds.

Ten minutes later, the huge outline of Hogwarts Castle appeared in the darkness of the night, and many of the brightly lit windows shimmered dimly behind the thick rain curtains.

Their carriage came to a halt under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates, and just then, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

The men in the carriage ahead had hurried up the stone steps and into the castle.

Aven, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville jumped out of the carriage and ran up the stone steps in three steps and two steps.

It wasn't until they entered the deep cavernous foyer that they lifted their heads.

The torches in the foyer and the marble staircase are extraordinary, and everything is so familiar and welcoming.

"Oh my God!" said Ron, shaking his head vigorously and spilling water all over the place, "if we keep going on like this, the lake will be flooded." I've become a chicken in the soup...... Oops!!"

A large red balloon filled with water falls from the ceiling and explodes above Ron's head.

Ron was drenched, mumbled in his mouth, stumbled and fell onto Harry next to him.

"Be careful!" Evan said hurriedly, pulling Hermione.

Hermione's feet slipped, and the whole person was lying on top of Aven.

At the same time, a second water bomb fell, nearly hitting Hermione, exploding at the feet of both men.

The people around them screamed and pushed each other, all trying to get out of this place as soon as possible.

Evan looked up and saw a prankster Peeves floating twenty feet above their heads.

He was short, wore a hat with a bell, an orange bow tie, and a water balloon in his hand.

He grimaced at Aven, aiming at him as a target, the muscles of his mischievous broad, wide face tense.

Before he could toss the balloon in his hand, Evan pulled out his wand as fast as he could.

The balloon filled with water did not fall, but instead floated beside Peeves.

With a bang, the balloon exploded, and the icy lake water splashed all over the butt, not a single piece of it fell.

They were followed by the water balloons beside Peeves, which exploded one after another.

The Peeves were soaked in the water, and he was the only ghost in Hogwarts who could touch an entity.

"Damn little Evan Imp!" Peeves screeched as he vanished into the depths of the hallway.

Behind them, the little wizards whispered and applauded Aven.

Evan had previously been very famous at Hogwarts, but since the events of the Quidditch World Cup, that reputation has clearly risen to another level.

Everyone seems to have special expectations and admiration for all his performances, and this trend, Evan seems to have become the most powerful little wizard at Hogwarts, recognized as the first person. (To be continued.) )