As for whether the Triwizard Tournament was a union caused by the original Mongolian expedition to the west, or because of the friendship between several universities, Harry and the others were not very concerned.

After all, that's all in the past.

All they really care about now is the Triwizard Tournament itself, which will take place this year.

"Every five years?" Ron was surprised, "But I've never heard of it, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy certainly haven't been to any of 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.

"Interrupt! Why? Harry asked.

"Because there are so many deaths," Clark replied, "centuries ago, wizards weren't as squeamish as they are now, so the Triwizard Tournament was not only dangerous, but also unsafe." ”

"Yes, often at the end of a game, the little wizards lost arms and legs, and some even lost their lives," Hermione said, "and this dangerous and bloody game was stopped. ”

"Of course, I'm actually more inclined to think that at that time, because of the deterioration of relations between European countries and the frequent wars, which led to the sorcerers of various countries also having a gap with each other, so that the Triwizard Tournament was suspended." Clark added.

"Then why are they restarting this year?" Harry asked.

George waved his hand indifferently, "Oh, Harry, why do you care why it restarts, isn't it good to have this kind of game?" ”

Clark replied.

"In fact, since the end of World War II, the Ministry of Magic and the school have tried several times to resume the Triwizard Tournament, but for various reasons, it has always failed.

This time, however, due to some problems in the international environment, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports of the Ministry of Magic decided that the time was ripe for another attempt.

This summer, the ministry and the school have done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior's life is not in danger. ”

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

Needless to say, Harry, Ron, George, and Fred all wanted to be the champions of Hogwarts, and only Hermione thought it was impossible.

"In the previous Triwizard Tournaments, each school would only select a few warriors, and at most there were no more than three warriors.

And everyone who can become a warrior must be the strongest and most intellectually powerful student in that school.

Do you think you have a chance of competing against the 7th graders? ”

However, Harry and the others were not shocked by Hermione's words, and still discussed it enthusiastically.

The train continued to travel north, and the rain outside the train became heavier and heavier.

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

After learning what they wanted to know from Clarke, the young wizards discussed it for a short time, and finally fell silent.

After all, they really don't know much about the Triwizard Tournament.

After George and Fred returned to their cubicle, Hermione opened the Standard Spell Level 4 to read.

Harry and Ron played magic cards, while Clark and Neville watched from the sidelines.

"It's my turn to draw cards," Ron shouted happily as he glanced at the cards he had just drawn, "Great! ”

"I'll summon a fire dragon into battle!"

He slapped the card he had just drawn on the magic map in front of him, and an abstract red fire dragon was summoned, looking up to the sky and spewing a breath of fire.

"My turn is over."

"It's my turn, gacha!" Harry said, then picked up a card as well, "Damn, it's another leprechaun." Why can't I draw the Golden Dragon? That's all I need for my Golden Dragon Bond! ”

Reluctantly, he stamped the monster card, and Ron drew another card before launching an attack on his monster.

"Unleash the Fire Dragon Bond Special Effect - [Fever]! All monsters have 50% increased Attack Speed, 50% Movement Speed, and Charge! ”

Although Harry also successfully drew the [Golden Dragon] card later, and he could get extra gold coins per turn, as well as various magical item cards, he still failed miserably because of his late development.

When the two card games were over, the cart serving the rice also rattled down the aisle.

Clark treats and buys a large stack of cakes and snacks to share with everyone.

After lunch, it was afternoon, and Clark and the other friends began to pour into the cubicle.

There's Seamus Finigan, Dean Thomas, and Colin Creevey, a boy who adores Harry and is Clark's full-time photographer for the Hogwarts Magazine.

Seamus still wears his Irish coat of arms, though some of its magic seems to be fading over time.

Although it is still screaming "Troy! Marlett! Moran! But his voice was weak, as if he was exhausted.

As everyone excitedly recalls the World Cup, Collin Creevey listens with a blank eye.

"My parents don't want to go," he said pitifully, "they're Muggles, they don't know anything about the Quidditch World Cup, and they won't buy tickets." Ah, that sounds exciting. ”

"That's right," Ron said, "look at this, Colin ......"

He rummaged through the suitcase on the luggage rack for a moment, pulling out the little statue of Victor Klum.

"Wow, that's amazing." When Ron placed the small statue of Krum on the palm of his hand, Colin said enviously.

"We saw him up there, very close," Ron said, "and we sat in the box on the top floor—"

Time flies, and by the time Clark finally drops Colin away, the train is almost at Hogwarts.

Several of them changed into their school uniforms, the car door opened, and the rain outside was heavier, and there was a rumbling thunder in the air.

The little wizard got off the train one after another, his head bowed and his 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.

Fortunately, Hermione waved her wand in time, and a whirlwind floated above their heads, covering them like an umbrella, diverting all the rain around them.

"Hagrid!" Harry saw a huge figure on the other side of the platform and shouted.

"Hello, Harry!"

Hagrid, who was greeting the first-year students, replied in a gruff voice and waved his hand, "If we don't drown, we'll see you at the banquet!" ”

As is customary, the Year 1 children will follow him across the lake and into Hogwarts Castle.

This is a tradition of the school, in honour of the four founders of Hogwarts who discovered the castle that year.

"Oh, I can't imagine crossing the lake in such weather." Hermione shivered in the cold wind.

At this time, they moved little by little with the flow of people, and walked past the dark platform.

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

Clarke, Hermione, and Neville scrambled to climb into one of them, and they were relieved. As for Harry and Ron, they sat in the same car with Ginny.

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

The carriage passed through the gates lined with winged boar sculptures and drove along the wide stone-paved track, shaking violently due to the strong winds and torrential rain.

Clark glanced out the window and saw Hogwarts Castle getting closer.

In the dark and gloomy castle, many of the brightly lit windows shimmered dimly behind the thick curtain of rain.

Their carriage came to a halt at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates, and just then a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the people in the carriage in front of them had hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle.

Clark and the others jumped out of the carriage and ran up the stone steps in three steps and two steps, and only then did they raise their heads into the deep foyer.

The spacious, bright foyer is lit with torches that burn with magical flames, the marble staircase is magnificent, and the four huge hourglasses in the doorway are even more enchanting with the jewels inside.

Everything is so familiar, so warm.

"Oh my God," Ron shook his head vigorously, spilling water all over the place, "if we keep going like this, the lake will be flooded." I'm a chicken in the soup -- oops! ”

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

Ron frantically put his hand on his head, but no water fell on him.

When he looked up, he realized that it was Hermione who had waved her wand, using the whirlwind to bind the water together.

However, the second water bomb fell, and Ron saw that twenty feet above their heads floated the prankster Peeves.

He was short and wore a hat with a bell and an orange bow tie. He held the water balloon again, aiming at the panicked children below, the muscles of his mischievous big face tense.

However, this time he kicked the iron plate, Hermione did not get used to him, and directly waved his arms, and the bound water balls rose into the sky, enveloping the Peeves suspended in the sky.

The next moment, as if he had been swept into a washing machine, the trickster rolled up and down in the water balloon, spun rapidly.

"Oh, Hermione!" A voice rang out, "What are you doing?" Stop, don't use magic in the foyer! ”

Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor, rushed out of the Great Hall, the floor was so wet that she slipped under her feet, and grabbed Ron by the neck to keep him from falling.

"Ugh-I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley-"

"It's okay, Professor!" Ron gasped as he rubbed his throat.

Hermione heard Professor McGonagall's words, and didn't continue, her hand shook, and the ball of water wrapped around Peeves flew out of the hall like a cannonball, with Peeves' screams, and she didn't know where it landed.

"Alright, let's go!"

Professor McGonagall straightened her peaked hat and glanced at Hermione through her square-rimmed glasses, but did not criticize her.

After all, as a good student, there is always a bit of privilege in front of the teacher.

"Enter the auditorium, hurry!" Professor McGonagall said sternly to the crowd drenched in soup.

Clark, Neville, and Hermione slid through the hallway, through the two opposite doors on the right.

The auditorium is still as splendid and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the golden plates and goblets below.

The four long college tables were already full of twittering students.

At the top of the auditorium, there is a fifth table, and the faculty members sit one by one on the high-backed chairs on one side of the table, facing their students.

Compared to the storm outside, it was noticeably warmer.

Clark and his party walked past the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat at the table at the end of the auditorium with the rest of the Gryffindor students.

Next to them was the ghost of Gryffindor House, Nick, who was almost headless.

This unfortunate fellow did not have a complete cut off of his neck because the executor who cut off his head did not sharpen the axe, and there was still a bit of flesh and skin left in it.

Tonight he wore his usual tight tunics, but with a particularly large wheel-shaped ruffled collar, which served two purposes.

One is to look more festive, and the other is to ensure that his head does not shake too much on the half-cut neck.

"Good evening." He smiled and said to them, "How's the summer vacation going?!" ”

"Not bad!" Clark smiled and nodded.

They were just about to chat when Colin happened to be dragging his wet robe and sat down between them.

"Clark, you're coming in first, it's raining so hard!"

Colin took off his travel shoes and poured out the water inside, "I stood in the foyer for a while, originally to see my brother crossing the lake, but I couldn't see anything in the dark. ”

His brother's name was Dennis Creevey, and he was on the train just now, and Clark they had already met.

The little guy had a grayish-brown head and looked a lot like Colin, only more energetic.

Apparently, Colin had told him a lot about Hogwarts before, and had also praised Clark in front of him.

So much so that as soon as the little guy saw Clark, he was so excited that he almost lost his breath, and told a lot of deeds related to him in a row.

It was a replica of the time Colin saw Harry.

"I wish they were sorting soon, I can't wait!" Colin said, "I wish he had been sorted out in Gryffindor!" Clarke, can you pray for him with me?! Harry, you're coming, okay? ”

They then shifted the conversation to whether the siblings were in the same house.

Ron thinks this is the case, as all seven of their children are divided into Gryffindor House.

However, Hermione gave the example of Parvati Petyer, whose twin sister was in Ravenclaw, and they both looked almost identical.

Time passed through their arguments until the sorting ceremony was over and Colin's brother was assigned to Gryffindor House.

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