October 1994.

Friday afternoon.

Harry and Hermione walked out of Potions class, and as they passed the foyer, they couldn't move any further, as a large group of students huddled around a large notice erected at the foot of the marble staircase.

Someone read the announcement aloud:

【Triwizard Tournament】

"Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools will arrive at 6 p.m. on Friday, Oct. 30. The afternoon session will end half an hour early—"

"At that time, please send your school bags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, meet our guests, and then participate in the welcome banquet. ”

Neville said happily, "Friday's last class is Potions! Merlin, I'm so happy!"

Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff House squeezed out of the crowd, his eyes sparkling, and said, "It's only been a week, and I don't know if Cedric knows." I'm going to tell him......"

"Cedric? Harry said.

Hermione said, "You forgot, it's the one you ...... Oops, I want to throw up, physiologically. ”

Harry said, "Please, speak clearly...... But how could he be embarrassed to participate in this triwizard tournament. ”

Hermione was equally puzzled: "Maybe people just want to do the opposite, win the championship, wash away the shame, hum, if they really become warriors, you will be embarrassed." ”

Harry said, "Don't get into me, anyway, no matter what you say, I'm too lazy to play children's games." ”

......

The announcement in the foyer had a noticeable effect on the people of Hogwarts.

For the next week, wherever Harry went, there seemed to be only one topic of discussion among the students: the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry's ears were calloused when he heard the words.

Some hot topics like highly contagious bacteria, if they are not discussed by everyone a dozen times a day, they can be considered to fall off the hot list: who will compete to be the champion of Hogwarts, what will be the project in the tournament, what are the differences between the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang and so on.

Harry also noticed that the castle seemed to be being thoroughly cleaned, and that all the dirty portraits had been scrubbed clean, and that the scrubbed figures were still unhappy.

They sat hunched in the frame, muttering sullenly, grinning in pain every time they touched the tender pink flesh of their faces.

It has been upgraded from old bacon to small fresh meat.

Each of the armoured knights suddenly became shiny, and they no longer crunched when they walked, and they were probably lubricated, but there seemed to be something wrong with the lubrication, and Harry saw several armor walking around, and his posture was a little wrong.

Helena has been so busy with work lately that she can't care about serving Harry, and she floats around the school every day to supervise her classmates. In order to prevent the school's hygiene from being destroyed, or even the walls from being destroyed by magic, she made a number of rules, at least until the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students.

If you don't say that your appearance can be eaten.

In the past, Filch added a rule that he could be scolded by the students behind his back.

At this time, Helena wrote a blackboard school rules, but the boys accepted them with a smile on their faces.

Oh, phew, shit.

In addition to the students, the professors also appeared to be extremely nervous.

"For Grandma's sake, for your grandmother's sake, don't show your mouth to Durmstrang and show them that you haven't even mastered a simple transformation charm!" Professor McGonagall yelled as the class was about to end.

Because in front of her, Neville inadvertently grafted his ear onto a cactus.

"Ron, I've been teaching the Transfer Charm for three weeks, you can't even wield it, I'm teaching you one last time! Professor Flitwick jumped up and grabbed Ron's ear and shouted, "Come on, no, no, follow me, with your left hand and right hand in slow motion......"

......

October 30th.

Early in the morning, Harry dragged the lively Astoria downstairs for breakfast when he found that the auditorium had been renovated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing one of Hogwarts houses:

The one with a golden lion on a red background is a Gryffindor.

The one with a bronze eagle on a blue background is a Ravenclaw.

The one with a black badger on a yellow background is a Hufflepuff.

The one with a silver python on a green background is a Slytherin.

Behind the teacher's desk, hung the largest banner with the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake linked together with a large letter H around it.

Harry, Astoria, and Hermione take a seat at the Gryffindor table.

Fred, George came quietly.

They had a flattering smile.

George said flatteringly: "Hermione, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming today, but we still haven't clarified some questions, can I ask you?"

Fred continued, "We just asked Principal McGonagall how the Warriors were selected, and she yelled at us, saying to concentrate on the sixth grade class and not think about unrealistic things, alas......"

Hermione frowned.

Fred and George's hearts were cold, and it seemed that Hermione didn't know either. But yes, these are all activities that have disappeared for hundreds of years, and who will know.

Hermione said angrily, "Am I the only one who has read Hogwarts, a school history? ”

George's eyes widened, his mouth wide open, his arms outstretched, and he gestured the longest distance, and said, "You mean that book is so thick and so thick, who will read it!"

Fred said, "Do you know that?"

Hermione said, "Isn't it the Goblet of Fire?"

"Goblet of Fire?" said George, Fred in unison.

Repeater chickens appeared.

Hermione said, "The selection process is made by a Goblet of Fire, and if you put your name on a slip of paper and put it into the Goblet of Fire, three Champions will be selected. ”

George and Fred looked at each other: "This seems to be easier to cheat, I thought it would be manually selected by the Minister of Sports." ”

Fred couldn't wait to ask, "What are the events in the tournament?"

Hermione said, "I don't know, because the events are not fixed, and each competition is different, such as the 1792 Championship, where the warriors had to subdue a chicken-bodied, snake-tailed monster, and the monster got out of control, and even the three headmasters were injured. ”

George, Fred felt a chill in his heart, it was really so dangerous.

But it's too unwilling for them to give up, this is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Such a fun thing, with the personalities of both of them, it is really harder to give up than not to let them dismantle the toilet seat at school.

"And who are the referees?" asked George.

Hermione said, "As is customary, there will be a panel of judges, and the deans of the three houses will definitely be members of it, and the Ministry of Magic will probably be added as well." For each event, the judges will score the Warriors based on the quality of their completion. ”

After asking, George and Fred left satisfied, surely wondering how to throw the name into the Goblet of Fire first.

......

All day today, there was a sweet smell in the air, sweeter than the air in the United States.

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

Harry, he's never been focused, right?

Even Potions class wasn't as unbearable as usual for Ravenclaw students.

When the bell rang early, Harry and Hermione hurried to the History of Magic classroom to pick up Astoria.

Zhang Qiu has already come here.

Professor Binns inside had no bell ringing in his ears, and he sat down on the podium, continuing to read the history of magic dryly.

There are also tows in the wizarding world.

The third-graders below couldn't sit still, as if someone had cast a prank spell "stool nails" and moved around.

Looking at their anxious scratching their ears and cheeks, where is the little lion, it is clearly a little monkey. (Flowering)

Only Luna was unusually quiet.

When one man bent down the aisle, the others couldn't hold back any longer and ran out in unison, while Professor Binns was dizzy and still reading in the same tone.

Astoria mixed in and threw herself into Zhang Qiu's arms.

Obviously, Zhang Qiu is only two years older than her, but she clearly gives people the feeling of a gentle wife and a lovely daughter.

The above is Harry's idea, and has nothing to do with the author.

......

Q group: 211561269.

Come on people.