Truth be told, Clark had never seen Dumbledore act as hesitant as he did tonight.

The old Headmaster of Hogwarts, the most powerful white wizard in the entire wizarding world of Britain, has always been known for his intelligence and wisdom, and in his cunning gaze, he always seems to be able to see through everything and see all the secrets.

However, now, there is no confidence and ease in his words. It seemed that for a moment, he really became a hundred-year-old man, old and unresponsive.

But Clark knew it was all just a lie.

His psychic perception clearly told him that he was not looking at some frail old fellow, but a dazzling cloud of white light that filled the room and could even envelop the entire Hogwarts castle.

That kind of warm and extensive love, just a little contact, can make people let go of all their worries and sorrows, forget all unpleasantness, and become a kind person.

"Hey, as time goes by, even if it's as strong as Dumbledore, it's almost impossible to suppress its own magic?"

Clark felt carefully, muttering to himself in his mind.

You must know that for the truly strong, controlling one's own power should be as simple as controlling one's siblings.

Dumbledore's situation, however, was even worse than what he felt at the beginning of his first year.

That's right, his power has become stronger, and the magic in his body has become more powerful, and he can even resonate with the entire Hogwarts castle.

However, its control of Chaos Magic has dropped a lot, and it can't even control the spread of its own magic power.

This is also the reason why the old headmaster is becoming more and more secluded and rarely appears in front of their students.

Faced with Dumbledore's situation, even Clarke had nothing to do.

After all, unlike Ginny and other young wizards, chaos magic has long been an inseparable part of Dumbledore's life.

If you really want to carry out the transfer ceremony, I am afraid that the moment the magic power collapses, it will be the time when Dumbledore dies.

"Professor, the environment is like this, it's not that we want to get this far, but the environment forces us to do this."

Clark could only whisper comfort.

"It's not the same time now, this time the UK ...... The situation facing the entire European wizarding community is different from the situation caused by Grindelwald at the beginning.

That time was just the ambition of a certain conspirator, but this time, it was a battle of national fortunes driven by the general trend.

Is the situation we are facing today not the same situation that the African Ministry of Magic and the Indian Ministry of Magic faced at the time?

Do you hope that in the future, we, and even our children, will be like them? ”

Dumbledore let out a long sigh, "Hey, this man is old after all, and he always likes to ignore random thoughts. ”

A smile regained on his wrinkled face, and his sapphire eyes regained their former sparkle.

"Although the general trend of history is like a great river, rolling forward is unstoppable. But we sorcerers are not afraid of even gods, so why are we afraid of destiny and the general trend? ”

Dumbledore's dry palm was held directly on the wooden cup without the slightest hesitation. The contrast between the old and the verdant, the twilight and the vitality, forms a stark contrast.

"Hey, just let me, an old bone, come and make a trip for you kids."

With Dumbledore's words, in Clark's spiritual perspective, the pure white light that enveloped the entire Hogwarts Castle and originated from Dumbledore began to converge towards the headmaster's office at the top of the castle like flowing mercury.

And the wooden cup that Dumbledore was holding in his hand was like a whale sucking water, not afraid of the white light that gathered from it.

Not only that, when these white lights flowed, those literary fortunes and talents that were originally floating in the sky above Hogwarts, brilliant as auspicious clouds, were also dragged and wrapped and thrown into the cup together.

And under Dumbledore's actions, in the rough wooden cup, those inexplicable powers gathered began to be compressed and compressed, and finally condensed into a drop of pure white, but blooming colorful light, which fell into the bottom of the cup.

So one, two, three......

No one knew how long Dumbledore had held out, but the droplets of water in the wooden cup were accumulating more and more.

Eventually, when the white light in the sky was gone, and the cultural movement above Hogwarts Castle was thin as mist, the liquid level in the old wooden cup had already risen to the rim of the cup.

"Whew, all right." Dumbledore let go of his palm, and the whole person seemed to be much older, and his eye sockets were sunken, and there were heavy shadows.

"Professor, are you alright?" Clark asked with concern.

Dumbledore waved his hand to signal that he was okay, then reached out and pointed to the cup, "Next, it's up to you." ”

Clark nodded, stepped forward, stretched out his left index finger, pointed his wand towards his fingertips, and then hovered above the liquid surface.

"Tick!"

A drop of blood with a hint of dark gold in the crimson color, mixed with the [God of Knowledge] divine power that Clark poured into it, dripped into the cup.

The blood entered the water, but miraculously it did not disperse, but sank straight to the bottom of the cup like a solidified ruby.

Clark muttered in a low voice, as if he were singing some kind of ancient ballad, as if he were calling for some mysterious place.

Along with his singing, the liquid surface in the water cup also "gurgling" bubbles, and a trace of golden-red filaments spread in the water.

Then, two verdant leaves poked their heads out of the water.

"Father of Nature...... Mother of Wisdom...... Loving father and mother, gather your eyes ......"

Clarke's chanting continued, and the two young leaves also grew wildly in the wind, and soon turned into a small tree, rising half a meter high, covering the entire cup.

The small tree was leafy and covered with oval-shaped, dark golden leaves, which looked like they were covered with scales from a distance.

It's just that after this change, the liquid that originally accumulated in that cup is not left.

But that wasn't the end of it, the little tree in the wooden cup began to flourish and decline when it was at its most luxuriant.

The leaves, which were originally verdant and green, gradually lost their luster and became yellow and fragile.

And when all the leaves on the little tree withered, wisps of dancing blue-white flames rose from the roots of the tree, engulfing the whole small tree.

The transformation of fire and water, growth and withering, although this magical ritual is complicated, it is a reincarnation completed in front of them in an instant.

When I looked again, there was still only the rough-carved wooden cup on Dumbledore's table, and the only difference was perhaps the blue-white flame burning in the cup.

The Holy Grail was lit and turned into a Goblet of Fire, and Clarke's mission to be here tonight was complete.

He glanced up at Dumbledore, who had curled his thin body in a chair, and knew that he probably didn't have the strength to talk to him at the moment.

So he bowed slightly, bowed slightly, decisively said goodbye and left, and closed the door with him.

The next day, on the morning of October 30, when Clark and his family went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been renovated overnight.

On the wall are large silk banners, 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, there is also a large banner with the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake linked together, surrounded by a large letter "h".

Clark and the others sat down at the Gryffindor table, next to Fred and George.

When they saw Clark, they were both very happy.

"He agreed, Clark!" George shouted excitedly at Clark.

"You're right, Franchise, he'll talk to us when he comes tonight." Fred waved his hand and made an "ok" gesture.

Clark nodded, "When the time comes, you two talk to him, and I'm sure you two won't mess up." ”

"Of course, we're not as stupid as Ron!" The two laughed in unison.

“what？” Ron screamed in confusion.

As they ate breakfast, the conversation quickly shifted to the Triwizard Tournament.

"By the way, do you two have a way to do the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry saw that the twin brothers were eating happily, so he asked curiously, "Do you still want to mingle in?" ”

"I went to ask Professor McGonagall 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 don't know what the tournament is?" Ron said thoughtfully, "You know, I bet we can do it too, Harry. We've done such dangerous things before......"

"Didn't Clark say before that the dragon farm would be used for the game," Harry picked up a slice of bacon and stuffed it into his mouth, "maybe face the dragon, I can't do that." ”

"You weren't in front of the jury either, were you?" Fred said, "McGonagall said the judges will rate the Warriors based on the quality of their completion. ”

"Who's the referee?" Harry asked.

"Oh, the headmasters of the participating schools must be members of the jury," said Hermione, who all turned to look at her in surprise, "because in the 1792 tournament the warriors had to catch a chicken-bodied, snake-tailed monster that went on a rampage, and all three headmasters were wounded. ”

Noticing that everyone was staring at her, she said, "It's all in Hogwarts, a school history." ”

Well, that's something that only Hermione will see.

Harry shook his head and lowered his head to serve himself some scrambled eggs.

By the way, and Clark, he also reads those books.

For the rest of the day, the air was filled with a joyful mood called "anticipation."

In class, almost no one paid attention, and even Clark had to admit that he was a little absent-minded.

Everyone thought that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were going to arrive tonight.

At the thought of this, Snape's Potions class was not as unbearable as usual, because class had to end half an hour early-

When the bell rang early, Clarke, Hermione, and Neville hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, laid down their bags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and sprinted down the stairs to the foyer in two steps.

The deans of the college are ordering their students to line up.

"Weasley, put your hat on," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing off your hair. ”

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

"Please come with me," said Professor McGonagall, "and the first-year students are in front...... Don't crowd ......"

The little wizards descended the steps and stood in front of the castle in a line.

It was a cold, airy evening, and night was falling silently.

A white, translucent moon had hung over the Forbidden Forest, shedding a cold, veil-like glow.

Heaven and earth are naturally intertwined with the man-made castle at this moment, creating a beautiful fantasy picture.

Clark and the others stood in this fantasy background board, and their small figures were not so conspicuous.

"It's almost six o'clock," Ron said, looking at his watch, stamping his feet coldly, looking at the front door, "You say, how are they coming?" Is it by train? ”

"I don't think so." Hermione said, "It's the first time I've come to the door, so I'll have to show off my cards at least." ”

"How? Broomsticks? Harry guessed as he looked up at the starry sky.

"Isn't the broomstick a good card...... And it's still flying from so far away......"

"Where's the portkey?" Ron guessed, "Or they can apparition—maybe in their place, people under the age of seventeen are allowed to apparition as well?" ”

"How many more times do I have to tell you that apparitions are not allowed in Hogwarts grounds?" Hermione said impatiently.

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

Everything was so silent and quiet, just like usual.

Some of the people had already begun to get agitated, and the chatter could no longer be suppressed, and gradually resounded in the crowd, and everyone was cold and hungry.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, shouted-

"Ahh If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representatives have arrived! ”

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

"There!" A sixth-grader shouted as he pointed above the Forbidden Forest.

When they looked up, they saw a behemoth, much larger than a hundred broomsticks.

Emerging from the bright moon, it swept swiftly across the deep blue sky towards Hogwarts Castle, growing larger and larger.

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