Evan wasn't as calm as Keresis, and the dash he had just run had exhausted most of his physical strength. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He slowly slid off Buckbeak's back, feeling his knees tremble.

His muscles were aching all over his body now, and his breath was burning as pain.

Buckbeak turned his head, and his big amber eyes looked at Aven who was holding his body in confusion.

Evan smiled wryly and told Buckbeak to leave.

He walked slowly to Hagrid's hut, tired but more rewarding than he could have imagined.

After seeing the powerful magic, Evan decided to change his direction.

Focusing on ancient magic texts and the magic recorded in the Book of Abraham, figure out the magic theory involved as soon as possible.

Evan sat at Hagrid's for more than an hour, drinking tea and discussing issues about raising fried snails.

He didn't know what the final outcome of the snails, fire crabs, and finally the human-headed sphinage scorpion-tailed inside the ruins would be, but in the collapse and collapse of such a large scale, they should also be finished.

If Hagrid had known about this, he would have cried again.

It was nearly five o'clock when the sun was setting slowly that Aven dragged his tired body back to the castle.

No sooner had he entered the foyer than he saw a large crowd of students huddled around a large notice erected at the foot of the marble staircase.

"What's going on?" asked Aven, next to him Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff House.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd with all his might, his eyes sparkling,

"It's only been a week!" said Ernie excitedly.

"What's only a week?"

"Triwizard Tournament!" replied Ernie quickly, trembling slightly from the excitement, "the school has just posted a notice that representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at six p.m. on Friday, October 30th, and that afternoon class will end half an hour early, and students are invited to return their bags and textbooks to their dormitories, to meet in front of the castle, to greet our guests, and then to the welcome banquet. ”

"Oh, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming?!" said Aven, calculating that the time was almost the closest.

He had recently received a letter from Gabrielle, who told Evan that the Beauxbatons students were ready to go.

Not surprisingly, her sister Fleur did well in the school's internal primaries and was very favored by Madame Maxime, and Gabrielle became the only Beauxbatons junior to have the opportunity to visit Hogwarts.

"Aven, you're here, I haven't seen you all day, what are you doing?!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed out of the crowd in delight, and they had just finished reading the notice.

"I went to Professor Moody's and asked him a few things about the course. Evan said simply.

"Alright, mine is gone!" said Ernie, "I don't know if Cedric knows about this, I'm going to tell him ......"

"Cedric?" said Ron a little dazed as Ernie hurried away.

"It's Diggory!" said Harry, "and he's definitely going to compete in the tournament." ”

"I remember, that idiot, he also wants to be a Hogwarts Warrior?" Ron frowned.

They pushed through the chattering crowd and walked towards the auditorium.

"He's not an idiot, you don't like him because he beat Gryffindor in a Quidditch match. Hermione said, "I've heard he's a great student, and he's a prefect." ”

Listening to her tone, it was as if the prefect himself said it all.

"Oh, is it?!" Ron frowned, as if he wanted to contradict Hermione.

But in the end, nothing was said, and since the last incident, the two have been getting along cautiously lately.

Over the course of the next week, while Evan was concentrating on magic, noticeable changes took place inside the castle.

Now, everywhere people go, people seem to talk about only one topic: Triwizard Tournament.

Rumors spread quickly among the students, like highly contagious germs: who would be the Champions of Hogwarts, what the Championship would be, how the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were different from them, and so on.

Evan was naturally the favourite for Hogwarts Warriors, though he did not meet Dumbledore's seventeen-year-old standard.

But there are still a lot of people who think he'll find a way to compete and become a warrior.

This rumor came to an abrupt end after being hotly discussed for a while.

The news that Evan was not going to be a Warrior to participate in the tournament spread from the Gryffindor circle.

While feeling sorry and glad for Aven, the little wizards also chose the strongest students in their hearts.

Most senior wizards who have reached the age of seventeen seem to think that they have the potential to become warriors.

While everyone was talking, the castle was thoroughly cleaned.

Many of the dirty portraits were scrubbed clean, although those who were scrubbed were unhappy with it.

They sat hunched in the frame, muttering sullenly.

Every time I touched the newly exposed pink flesh on my face, I grinned in pain.

The armor on both sides of the corridor suddenly became shiny, and it no longer creaked when it moved.

The janitor, Argus Filch, stood guard at the door of the auditorium every day at mealtime, and when he saw a student forgetting to clean his shoes, he flew into a rage, causing two first-year girls to become hysterical.

The rest of the faculty and staff were also nervous, trying to make everything look the best it could be.

On the morning of October 30, when everyone went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been renovated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing one of Hogwarts houses: Gryffindor with a golden lion on a red background, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on a blue background, Hufflepuff with a black badger on a yellow background, and Slytherin with a silver python on a green background.

Behind the teacher's desk, the largest banner hangs.

Above it is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake are linked together and surrounded by a large letter h.

Aven, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Colin, and Ginny looked around and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Next to them, Fred and George were discussing something in a low voice, uncharacteristically avoiding the crowd.

Ludo Bagman was avoiding them, and all the letters the twins had written to him some time ago had been sent back in their original form.

"It's not very pleasant, I admit. "But if he doesn't speak to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter, or put it in his hand, and he won't be able to hide from us forever." ”

"Who's avoiding you?" said Ron, curious, as he walked over and sat down next to them.

"No one, I want you to hide from us. Fred said, seemingly unhappy to be disturbed.

"What's not pleasant?" Ron asked George.

"Because of a silly brother like you who meddles with things. George replied. (To be continued.) )