The first program of the school league begins in November.

Hogwarts students were initially shocked by the fact that they were from a foreign school.

In the library, all kinds of faces gather to frantically scroll through the knowledge from Hogwarts.

Especially the mysterious Oriental power, one by one, they have read a lot of books without changing their faces.

It's as if it's just their daily work.

"What are they doing?"

A Gryffindor student opens his mouth wide, and his name is Dennis Creevey.

The older brother is Colin Creevey.

That's right, it's Harry's fan brother, the royal photographer in the later siege of the saints.

Colin is now a contract photographer for the Daily Prophet.

Dennis was confused by the students at the other school.

"The first item in the school league is the knowledge of magic," said a wise Ravenclaw girl, "and this knowledge is most likely accessible to the students of this school, so they are starving the school library during this time."

"I see." Dennis was an eye-opener.

There are three categories of school leagues.

Magical knowledge reserves, magic skills use, Quidditch magic starry sky cup.

There is almost no upper limit to the knowledge of magic, and knowledge of all subjects involved in Hogwarts can be tested.

Whether it's conservation magical animals or herbalism, anything that may appear in a knowledge contest is greedily ingested.

In the courtyard, a wizard can be seen drawing his wand to cast spells.

The magic flew in fear of the students who passed by.

In particular, the students of Vagado, who are not very dependent on wands, sometimes get so anxious that they just throw away their wands and start casting spells without a wand.

Hogwarts is at its most busy when it comes to eating.

In the large auditorium, there are all kinds of things.

I heard that each school brought their school's cooks or house-elves.

The food at the Tarot Magical Vocational and Technical School is even more exclaiming, 'The Witch King is on top, before seeing that thing called Mao Xuewang, Dennis always thought that the whole world would not eat blood except for vampires.

But after taking a bite, the hot taste made his lips red after a while.

Then came the unstoppable madness.

The only problem is that I don't know why the way the food is eaten at the Tarot Magical Vocational and Technical School is so weird.

Every time Dennis saw the kind cafeteria aunt pick up the spoon, the frequency of his heart shaking was equal to the speed of the other party's spoon.

Principal Bailey of Castrobusche was most interested in giving Amway barbecue and yerba mate to the people of the other schools, and every time he ate, he would take a huge fork of roast and knife in one hand and cut off a large piece of meat in front of each empty plate.

Slughorn frowned every time he drank the foamy yerba mate, "It tastes so weird."

Another centenarian principal nodded approvingly and poured himself a glass of vodka.

Dennis meets a new friend, a seventh-grade student at Tarot Magical Vocational and Technical School.

"My name is Dennis Creevey."

Dennis shook hands with the other man, who was not sure if the other party understood English.

He underestimated the power of the mysterious East, and the boy was a standard model of English from the Northeast of a certain country as soon as he spoke.

"Hello." Chen, who had a lot of meat in his mouth, hurriedly shook hands and hurriedly stuffed a piece of garlic into his mouth.

Dennis can be sure that this man is definitely not a vampire.

"If you eat meat and don't eat garlic, the fragrance will be half less."

Swallowing the meat, classmate Chen dragged the ancient text in one hand.

"My surname is Chen, and my name comes from an ancient oriental poem, the white emperor of the court."

Dennis barely understood, and he asked, "So your name is Chen Caiyun?"

"No," Chen shook his head and said in a deep voice,

"My name is Chen Chaoci."

Dennis: "......"

Well, the oriental names are quirky and elusive to Dennis.

However, the other party must have something special about coming here, like the group of students in Banade, who can't wait to live in the library.

Ms. Pince couldn't get rid of the group.

"Old Dan, I heard that this is the alma mater of the Witch King, are you in the same academy as him?"

Dennis digested this Northeast English for a while, and he shook his head and said, "He's from Slytherin, and that's it."

Dennis thoughtfully pointed to Slytherin's table, pointed to the place where no one was sitting, and said, "That's where the Witch King is, and Slytherin never sits there."

When Chen Chaoci heard this, his eyes lit up, "Oh mom, the throne of the great god, you must rub it!"

Pulling Dennis up, he pounced on the Slytherin table.

After a while, Chen Chaoci and Dennis squatted in the foyer and said melancholy, "Old Dan, you don't want to be righteous, and you don't tell me that those guys will beat people."

He bared his teeth, rubbed his bruised eyes, and said sadly: "I have practiced the golden bell jar in the Shaolin Temple, and I was surrounded and beaten by more than a dozen people."

"Are you sure they're wizards?"

Dennis said with palpitations, "They believe in the supremacy of strength, and they are the strongest in the whole school in duels and heads-up fights."

Chen Chaoci's eyes are blank, and you don't say it early.

Major Dennis didn't expect anyone to dare to pounce directly on Slytherin, knowing that even Slughorn accidentally touched it again, which almost killed everyone with their eyes.

"Chen, which project are you?" Dennis became more and more curious about which event Chen Chaoci was.

"I'm a project, I just don't want to be pulled to deliver a courier to apply to join the team."

Chen Chaoci complained: "You don't know how many holes this broken school has, and you have to go for an internship for a year, just for an internship certificate."

"I knew that I would have gone to Dragon Tiger Mountain in the first place, at least to learn a golden light spell."

Even though he didn't know what the internship and the Golden Light Spell were, Dennis patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "It's not easy for you either."

Just as the two crouched in the doorway, wondering if Slytherin would chase them out and beat them.

A stout figure walked into the foyer.

The visitor paused, and his gaze swept over the two people at the door with the head of the chicken coop.

Neville was puzzled, why the painting style of these two students was so strange.

Forget it, there are all kinds of students.

Neville walked into the auditorium.

The two people who were chatting didn't react and missed anything, and they were still chatting.

Dennis said that he had met the Stars Society, and it happened that a student of Ban Ade happened to come out.

"The Society of the Stars is a Hogwarts legend," Dennis mused, "it's the Witch King's treasure left at Hogwarts, and it haunts everywhere."

"The Witch King's Treasure?" Chen Chaoci was full of interest.

Not only him, but this sentence was quickly brought back by the student of Ban Ade.

And next door to Ban Ard, Durmstrang heard.

Followed by Ilvermorny, Beauxbatons.

In the unlikely event that everyone knew for a day, there was a secret room left by the Witch King at Hogwarts.

The treasure hunt begins on this night.

Filch's confinement cell was almost full of people, including Chen Chaoci and Dennis.

They don't understand why so many people show up where they have made an appointment.

...

November has already started to get cold.

The city of wizards is not in a direction, and wizards begin to prepare to spend their first winter here.

The magic tower is particularly cold because of its structure.

Basil flew in from outside, slashed across Tom's head, and perched on his shelf.

A letter slowly fell on John, who was sitting cross-legged on the cold, biting ground.

John's eyelids moved, and his lowered eyelids slowly opened.

He'd just gone somewhere else in the Hall of Mind.

Hogsmeade Village had not moved to the City of Wizards, and he saw Hagrid and Lady Maxime carrying their students on their backs.

However, Lady Maxim was a little angry that her rune horse had been plucked by Glopp with a few feathers.

Hagrid didn't think it was a big deal, and in his magical beast expert's opinion, the loss of a few rune horses' feathers did not affect flight.

The difference in the minds of men and women made it difficult for Hagrid to figure out why Ms. Maxim was angry.

John couldn't help but sigh when he saw this, "Hagrid still doesn't understand Lady Maxime's thoughts."

"You'll have to pluck at least a few Glopp's hairs, that's what would be called an equivalent exchange."

John felt that he was right, and looked at the letter that had been sent, well, it was Slughorn's.

Most likely, he came to invite himself to Hogwarts.

The first project is less than a week away.

...