A new piece of news came out of George's mouth.

"The professor is going to hold a house competition."

"What?"

Follow the twin Melda all the way full of confusion, what a tournament.

Is there such a thing in Harry Potter?

Is it Triwizard Tournament?

Could it be that I've been fucking crossing again these days? Three years later?

"It's a house tournament."

Twins, you and I said one sentence at a time, and finally Melda understood it.

It turned out that our king, with the consent of Headmaster Dumbledore, was going to hold a competition that spanned the four major houses.

To put it simply, it's the way Artoria has been training them, upgrading and enhancing them.

Six grades in each house, six competitions.

The tournament will take place every afternoon during the final week.

The details are as follows:

The school will set up four high platforms in the open space, representing the four colleges. Artoria will then unleash a large number of monsters to attack these high platforms.

The winner is the one who lasts the longest. and add one point to the points of the college.

Six grades, six races, and the house with the highest number of points wins.

This contest also has a simple name.

Monster Siege!

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Melda listened with horror, what is this?

What is this?

What the fuck is this?

What kind of competition are you running? The main line of Harry Potter is still missing.

Sister, don't you play with the fragile storyline, okay?

...

At this time, Percy in the Gryffindor duke's common room was announcing the 'battle plan'.

This time, the Weasley twins were very tacit and did not make trouble for their brother. There's a reason for that, just look at the house scores.

There were four houses at Hogwarts, but they were now divided into two groups.

Ravenclaw is on the same team as Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor is on the same team as Slytherin.

For a month, the scores of both sides have been bitten to death.

Especially Gryffindor and Slytherin, the difference is so many points.

98:112

...

Seriously, Melda was too embarrassed to say anything about it.

What is the difference between being first to last and being second to last?

But Gryffindor's little lions don't think so, it doesn't matter how few are from the bottom, but they just can't be lower than the snakes in the Slytherin gutter.

This was evident after Hallie was discharged from the hospital.

Poor Harry struggled to his feet after less than three days in his hospital bed, and then struggled to win a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw.

After less than a week's rest, he won against Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

In the end, Gryffindor won this year's Quidditch Cup with an overall score of three wins and one loss.

That's why Gryffindor still has a 98 house score.

...

After the First World War in the Forbidden Forest, Melda and Hermione were each deducted fifty points by Professor McGonagall.

Naturally, Draco was deducted a hundred points.

Of course, the goods didn't care at all, and ran diligently to the school hospital every day.

As a result, the house scores of the two colleges have reached the lowest in the world.

A 98, a 112.

That's why the Gryffindors are so united at this time. With only a dozen points of difference, this time we have to beat Slytherin completely.

"To be fair, we didn't have any advantage in the sixth and seventh grades." Percy's mouth is to raise the morale of others and destroy his own prestige.

But the strange thing is that everyone present did not refute it.

Six or seven years old Slytherin is well known.

Magic is like that, at first, everyone seemed to be about the same, but the more you go, the more you go, the difference between pure-blood wizards and civilian wizards becomes apparent.

Pure-blood wizards who occupy a lot of resources are naturally more likely to go far on the path of magic in the later stages.

Those expensive experimental equipment, rare magic plants, precious magic items.

None of this is something that a civilian wizard can afford.

There may be one or two talented civilian wizards, such as Hermione, who have a place in the high-end combat power, but on the whole it is the Slytherins who are more powerful.

"However, we are not without advantages, at least in the first and second years, we Gryffindor have an advantage." Speaking of which, Percy focused on Melda and a few of them.

Among the little wizards of this year, there are more Melda, Harry, and Hermione, and they are indeed winning.

But without them, Gryffindor also has an advantage in the lower grades, because most of the students in the lower grades can't release a few spells.

And put aside the spell. The recklessness of the little lions is the key to their victory.

No house can defeat Gryffindor in a duel that doesn't use magic.

"So the question now is, how do we get one point, or even two points in the third, fourth and fifth grades."

"We're definitely going to win in third grade!" Fred yelled loudly. He had just rushed in with George and Melda.

At this time, the two of them were constantly waving their arms around, as if they had won.

Percy rarely didn't rebuke his brothers, for he knew that both of them were tinkering with their weird little inventions.

Maybe they can do something amazing in the game!

"Fourth grade...", Wood on the side didn't say any guarantees.

If it was a Quidditch tournament, he deserved it, and they won the Quidditch Cup this year. But if it was a fight, he really didn't have much confidence.

He spent so much of his time on Quidditch that he didn't have time to practice those spells.

And it's not him, the overall strength of Gryffindor's fourth year is at the bottom of the four major colleges. This made him really have little confidence.

"We tried our best in the fifth grade." It was Ferdinand Lyell, who was a substitute for the Gryffindor team and did not feature this season.

"Anyway, let's do our best, we Gryffindor still have an advantage." Originally, Percy wanted to say if he could train urgently in the third or fourth or fifth year recently, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

The competition is imminent, so it's better to keep a good mindset and try to reach your full potential.

This hurried 'battle plan' ended in a hurry within half an hour, because tomorrow is the first day of the exam week.

...

There is no dream all night, and everyone is recuperating.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the exams for the Transfiguration class began.

Professor McGonagall gave everyone a test paper and a mouse.

The start of this game is divided into two parts, and the written part is some theoretical stuff on the basic transformation guide, which is nothing short of for Melda, who has a memorable skill.

The practical part is also very simple, just turn the mouse into a snuff box box, and the more beautiful the box, the higher the score. This one is just as simple.

Not just Melda, but also for Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Ron, in particular, was stunned after getting the exam questions. Immediately took out his wand and recited the incantation, and unsurprisingly turned the mouse into a snuff box, which was made of agate, with a jewel-like brilliance on its surface, and a statue of a wizard chess knight carved on the front, and even the guy angrily engraved his name on the bottom of the snuff box.

"Cut!" Melda pursed her lips and looked at him with disdain.

Isn't it just engraved with a name, what's the big deal? Look at Hallie, she's carved the outline of Hedwig into the emerald snuffbox. What is a name?

After finishing the written test questions in a fluid manner, Melda stared intently at the matches on the table.

To put it mildly, as long as he wants, he can even deform the Qingming Riverside Picture in the form of a miniature sculpture on a snuff box.

Of course, that degree of magic change. Is the final product a snuff box or not? Then it's up to you.

Just as Melda drew her wand and prepared to recite the incantation.

Suddenly, he subconsciously glanced at Hermione.

His snuff box was clean, except for a tight clump of mistletoe dotted with small pale yellow flowers.

Forehead... What are you fighting with them?

Melda looked at herself suddenly. Could it be that when he crosses over and becomes a child, he really becomes a child?

Call!

After calming down, Melda waved her hand and turned the mouse into a Qing Qianlong imperial enamel and Western figure snuff bottle.

Then he got up directly and left the examination room in a chic manner.