Miraculously, as soon as he finished speaking, a large pile of food appeared on the long table between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

A wide variety of cuisines from Europe and North America fill the long table.

"Eat!" He smiled, directing Hannah and Justin beside him.

If you don't eat, what are you doing in a daze.

But in the eyes of others, his expression was like that of a demon crawling out of the forecourt of hell.

Then, perhaps the smell of the food dispelled the tense atmosphere in the auditorium.

The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw wizards began to sit back in their seats one by one, and then stiffened to eat and drink.

As for Gryffindor and Slytherin, as well as the hapless Ilvermorny and Durmstrand, they could only stand there and stare dryly

Because their long table was scrapped in the battle just now.

"Whew—" in front of the auditorium.

Miss Granger took a deep breath.

forcibly suppressed those dissatisfaction in his heart.

The house points she had earned in the past half semester had disappeared overnight, and she had even lost a few points.

It's a terrible feeling, like you've worked so hard to clean your dorm room, mop the floor bright, and before you can celebrate, your roommate walks in in muddy shoes.

At that moment, you wanted to kill someone.

To make matters worse, she can't blame Owen yet, because Gryffindor deserves it.

She could only hold back her anger.

Holding a wand in his hand.

Then keep taking deep breaths, calming your mood, telling yourself - you have to be patient, you have to be strong - they are all their own partners, it's not a big deal, isn't it that you can't win the House Cup for four years in a row!

It doesn't matter.

As long as Harry wasn't hurt—!

Miss Granger found that no matter how many excuses she gave herself, the anger in her heart never diminished even a bit.

There is even a tendency to intensify.

Sooner or later, this group of rebels will her off to death.

— All of the above — Owen guessed by observing Hermione's expression.

In fact, Hermione had a cold face all the time, and her black leather shoes stepped on the muddy ground without hesitation.

Then, she shot.

Raise the vine wand alof.

An intricate restoration spell enveloped the entire auditorium in an instant.

The magic seems to be endless.

The broken wood chips returned to their original places like building blocks.

Marble crumbled into stone blocks repolymerizes from the dust.

Hermione walked slowly from the door of the Great Hall, behind her—the shattered world, returning to order like a reverse entropy.

Dirt, dust, bricks, and sawdust rolled up behind Hermione like tidal waves, rushing and obscuring the ceiling.

Then the sea calmed down and came to her feet.

Just like her stoic look, reserved before the storm.

Magic is an embodiment of emotional power.

Cruelty gave birth to black magic like the Death Curse.

The belief in guardianship gave rise to white magic such as the Patronus Charm.

And the scene, the scene of the waves turbulent and finally calming down, is a portrayal of Hermione's heart at this moment.

Angry, complex, inhibited, calm.

As she approached the bottom of the podium, behind her, the long tables and benches belonging to Gryffindor and Slytherin had been restored.

"Sit down." She turned and said flatly.

He sat down on the bench closest to him.

The wand tapped against the table.

In the next second, a sumptuous meal also appeared on the table of the new students.

This is something that no one dares to move.

is different from the kind of smile that Owen shows, but it is actually a demonic temperament.

Many Gryffindor wizards saw Professor McGonagall's shadow in Hermione.

Something called majesty.

The scene froze for a moment.

Then the Slytherins, who were the first to break the mud, sat down in silence.

The resistance to Hermione, the Snake Courtyard is always stronger.

After that, the Gryffindors took their seats one by one.

Both parties lowered their heads and silently began to eat.

Although I have already begun to greet each other's parents in my heart.

Those Gryffindors (Slytherins) are really uneducated, look! We are disgraced again.

But there was no verbal or physical conflict.

The auditorium fell silent again.

The little wizards from the other schools all looked at Owen and Granger in amazement.

Few wizards have such prestige in school, and even powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald were not convincing to everyone when they were students.

People who hate you, just hate you, and there's no reason for that.

And it is extremely rare to beat all the little wizards like Owen. After all, they are wizards, not Muggles, and as the so-called wand in hand, my life is up to me, not Merlin, like the one who challenges you will always exist.

As for Hermione.

She is more like Dumbledore himself, and her majestic momentum can suppress most wizards, although there are still a small number of young wizards who are not convinced, but they don't dare to make a mistake.

Of course - the young wizards of the other three schools understood that Miss Granger was so capable, after all, the heir of Gryffindor, the famous excellent wizard of Hogwarts, had been interviewed by the Daily Prophet for several weeks.

Her name travels from Ireland to Wales, from the highlands of Scotland to the cities of England.

Miss Hermione Granger now has a kind of sign that she has no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you.

What shocked the other school wizards was Owen.

Why does this 'infamous' young wizard have more prestige at Hogwarts than the Gryffindor heir?

In addition, when Gryffindor and the Slytherin little wizard duel, the terrifying strength they showed also made them tremble.

The school felt strange to them, as if they had arrived in another world.

Why?

Why are you so good?

And just when the little wizards of the three major schools were thinking about life.

The side door next to the rostrum was suddenly pushed open.

It was Professor McGonagall.

When she approached, she was stunned at first.

The silence in her ears made her a little stunned.

Then he saw the little boy in the crowd who ate rudely, even grabbed and took it, and had no education at all.

Immediately, I naturally had the answer in my heart.

"Hermione Granger!" She stood in front of the small door and shouted towards the auditorium, "Miss Granger! Please come up here! ”

Hearing Professor McGonagall call to herself, Hermione brushed the hair from her ear and got to her feet in a daze.

She then walked down the passage between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's table and podium, a thousand pairs of eyes fixed on her behind her.

"All right—go to that door." Professor McGonagall said mildly.

But the more gentle Professor McGonagall became, the more guilty Hermione felt, and she felt that it would be a shame for her to not win the House Cup once in her seven years of school.

Professor McGonagall's gaze was more like a lash at her.

"Professor—" Hermione opened her mouth and told Professor McGonagall everything that had just happened.

Smell.

The director of the Lion House, who was known for his seriousness, still had a smile on his face.

But from the slightly twitching corners of her mouth and the increasingly cold eyes in her eyes, it was clear that Professor McGonagall was on the verge of exploding.

"Alright, Miss Granger. Let's go inside. The professors will take care of the rest. She reluctantly opened her mouth and moved out of the way behind her.

After looking back and forgetting the sweating Gryffindor wizards, he resolutely turned around and followed Hermione.

Walking out of the auditorium, Miss Granger found herself in a small room with portraits of wizards hanging on the walls on either side. In the fireplace across from her, the fire was blazing.

When she entered, all the faces in the portrait turned to look at her.

Hermione frowned, restrained by the strange gazes around her. Their eyes were so fiery that it was as if she were some rare treasure.

She saw a crumpled witch escape from her frame and into a nearby frame, where a male witch with a walrus beard was on it. The crumpled witch began to quietly bite his ear.

Victor Klum, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, and Kojatl Stewart were all gathered around the fire.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the impression of those four figures was particularly strong. Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over something there, slightly distancing himself from the other two.

Cedric stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the fire.

Koyatl Stewart stood alone in front of the wall, looking at the portraits, far from everyone else.

And when Hermione walked in, only Fleur turned her head first, and she rushed over, her long silver hair fluttering behind her.

"It's a pleasure to see you here. Hermione, we're going to have to be rivals again. ”

“？？？” Hermione was confused, she didn't understand what Fleur meant.

Behind them, professors and principals were talking.

Until Professor McGonagall walked over.

"Oh! Stopped outside? Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's still that kid who is ruthless, alas—it's getting older, and it's getting more and more ruthless." ”

He said.

"And about the punishment, Miss Granger just told me about that kid's punishment for all the students—"

"I think it makes sense." Headmaster Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall calmly, "Even staying up all night may have a bad effect on the health of the young wizards, and most people can't stick to it if they don't sleep all night." ”

"It's not as good as that." Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Just let them copy the school rules!" Copying twenty times in one night should be fine, they are still young, energetic, and very fast. ”

Old Deng was like an old naughty boy, and his blue eyes were full of treacherous little excitement.

Professor McGonagall's cheeks twitched at the sound of this, and she was powerless to complain about his boring pranks. She's used to it for decades.

It's just that since that boy appeared at Hogwarts, Albus's 'naughtiness' seems to have gotten worse and worse.

"Mr. Sanchez himself—"

"Of course, I followed the little wizard to copy the school rules in the auditorium." Dumbledore said solemnly, "He's the president of the student council, so lead by example." ”

What a sin!

Professor McGonagall couldn't control the expression on her face.

On the other side –

When Owen mentioned the benefits of copying the school rules twenty times, Hermione finally learned from Fleur that she had become a Hogwarts Warrior.

To be honest, she was a little surprised, but not much.

Since attending Hogwarts, I've walked into the castle twice a year, and each time there's a new crisis. Every year is not the same, she is used to it.

Needless to say, what a conspiracy this time was again - and most likely against her.

But taking it for granted doesn't mean that Hermione has to obey such an arrangement, so what kind of competition, she doesn't want to participate in it at all, and there is not much time to read.

"Hermione, you have to attend." Fleur blinked a pair of beautiful green eyes, "The Goblet of Fire spit out your name, and it is a magic contract with you. Terrible things can happen if this contract is not honored. ”

"However, I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire, and I wasn't even in the castle all day today." Hermione frowned, "And I'm not even seventeen yet. ”

"The age limit was only added this year." Fleur explains, "In the beginning, the Goblet of Fire didn't have this limit, which is why there were so many casualties in previous matches. Someone must have thrown your name into the Goblet of Fire, and he cast a powerful confusion spell that made the Goblet of Fire think that there were five schools participating in the tournament and that you were the only contestant from the fifth school, so it would definitely spit out your name. ”

"It's a conspiracy." Hermione said in a deep voice. "Someone wants me to play?"

"But why?"

She's just an ordinary little wizard. Why would anyone want to do anything to her?

"I'm just an ordinary little wizard."

"Ordinary?" Mr. Ludo Bagman of the Physical Education Division rubbed his smooth chin and walked over with a smile on his face, looking down at Hermione.

"Miss Granger, I have to be honest with you. In the rest of the world, you're almost as famous as Dumbledore, and everyone says you're his successor. is his favorite student, the second rising wizarding star in the world. ”

“.”

For some reason, the moment Mr. Ludo Bagman said that she was Dumbledore's favorite student, a strange look passed over her.

Then, an instinct carved into her DNA forced her to open her mouth immediately, "I'm not, I don't, Owen is Professor Dumbledore's favorite student." ”

"Poof!"

Hermione's words fell.

In the corner of the small room, there was a short, shrill laugh.

"Oh! I'm sorry. ”

Koyatl, who was visiting the portrait, turned around, one of her hands hanging down naturally, and the other covering her mouth.

"I think I heard a joke."

"What do you mean!" Fleur was the first to stand up, staring at the woman in disgust, the woman with almost silver hair was so annoying.

Especially the slightly sarcastic expression on her face, the people who watched just wanted to beat her.

"There's no doubt about Hermione's strength."

"Fleur." Granger stopped her, "Ignore her. ”

Then he turned to Mr. Ludo Bagman, "Isn't there a way for the Ministry of Magic to break the Goblet of Fire?" Hasn't it always been kept in the Ministry of Magic? ”

"Just save." Ludo Bagman slowly explained, "No one knows exactly who made it, but there is a theory that it may have been the creation of Merlin, who made the Goblet of Fire based on the legendary Holy Grail. ”

"The Holy Grail?" Hermione's eyebrows were flirtatious, and she was sure that the Holy Grail of the Wizarding World was by no means the Holy Grail of religious concepts.

"A powerful source of magic that allows wizards to make contracts with some powerful magical creatures, and I heard that there have been wars of grabbing known as the Holy Grail Wars. But all of this has been relegated to history. Ludo Bagman continued, "I mean, this kind of magical contract has been passed down for a long time, and at present, there is no way to break it in the wizarding world, maybe destroying the Goblet of Fire is okay, but it is absolutely not allowed. ”

"Mr. Ludo Bagman is right." At this time, the group of professors and principals finally reluctantly reached a consensus.

"Anyway, Miss Granger, you have to compete." Dumbledore walked over and whispered.

"But—"

"Or are you not confident that you can win the trophy for Hogwarts?" Old Deng Tou smiled slightly.

"Of course there is confidence, Professor."

"That's enough." The old headmaster looked at Mr. Ludo Bagman, "Let's ask the Minister of Magic, Mr. Crouch, to guide our warriors!" ”

"Okay." Barty Crouch stepped out of the shadows behind Dumbledore.

His face was extremely ugly, and the same expressions of displeasure were Lady Maxim and Professor Julari.

Crouch waved his hand and motioned for the other young wizards to lean over.

Then he said it in a serious, unheaving tone.

"The first project will be completed on November 24 in front of other students and the judging panel.

Warriors are not allowed to ask for or accept any assistance from their teachers in completing the tournament program. When the Warrior faced the first round of challenges, the only weapon in his hand was his wand. You won't know about the second project until the first project is over. Due to the high demands of the game and the long duration of the competition, the Warriors did not take the school year exams. ”

With that, he turned to look at Dumbledore and said in a stiff tone, "I think that's all there is to it, Albus?" ”

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "thank you, Mr. Crouch was very detailed. ”

"Humph!" He was answered with a soft grunt from Krach.

Then, when the dust had settled, he turned and left the small room with Mr. Ludo Bagman.

Judging by the way he looked, he should have gone back to the ministry.

With Barty Krach gone, the atmosphere in the room became more solemn.

Dumbledore looked at him, the waves swelling behind his half-moon glasses, and in his memory, Barty Krach was a child who was unsmiling and strict with himself.

Despite his Slytherin background, he wasn't as keen on pureblood as the Death Eaters. Although he is also passionate about rights, he is a just person after all.

But now, time has passed, and he, like Fudge, has become a slave to power.

Cold-blooded is scary.

(End of chapter)