Cave ruins.

Owen observed that Old Deng looked at those magic puppets strangely.

As everyone knows.

Hogwarts also has magical golems - stone piers are dispatched.

But compared to the puppets of the castle and the puppets of the cave, it is simply the difference between an eagle and a chicken.

Although Old Deng Tou is very easy to deal with this kind of puppet.

But it was Dumbledore, one of the most powerful white wizards in the wizarding world.

Not even one of them.

If it's an ordinary wizard dealing with this kind of puppet.

Think about it - a magic golem that is more than a dozen feet tall (more than three meters tall), like a small mountain, not slow, and can use 'sword skills' to dash.

Its metal surface blocks most of the magic.

What's even more terrifying is that this golem can also cast spells!!

May I ask how many wizards in this world can deal with such a magic puppet?

"They don't need to be defeated!" Victor said blandly, "The first level is a test of how a wizard can achieve his goals without getting hurt when he encounters an invincible enemy. ”

"Alright! Anyway, I have to watch from the scene? ”

"That's right. Otherwise, these puppets won't be able to move for long. Victor continued, handing Owen a stack of parchment on the table, "Here's the manual. ”

"Huh? Is there an operating manual? ”

"Of course, during the game, I will limit some of the puppet's abilities."

"Oh! That's good. Owen took the parchment, and it was densely packed with all sorts of ancient runi scripts. I said, how can a little wizard deal with such a puppet? ”

"By the way, during the game, you and a few professors will patrol the field and help them in time if something happens, Dumbledore said." Victor suddenly stopped, he didn't seem to remember what Old Deng Tou had said to him.

Also, in general, it is difficult for scientists to take things that are not related to scientific research to heart.

"Well, you're the special assistant for this contest, because only you can easily control those golems."

"Oh!" Owen held the parchment, his eyes gradually sparkling from boring to shining.

Hey, hey, hey~

Let me take control?

The corners of Owen's mouth were raised high, and the smile could not be concealed.

It's going to be interesting!

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It was a cold November morning.

It snowed overnight yesterday.

It only stopped this morning.

All classes were cancelled today.

After a long period of enchantment practice, Hermione's spirit reached a certain point, and she confidently walked out of the Gryffindor Tower.

Everyone in Gryffindor who passed by her was saying hello and blessings to her.

Of course, there were cynics, but they didn't dare say it in front of Hermione.

At this moment, a witch in a dark green robe with hurried steps approached.

"Miss Granger, now that the Warriors are going to the field below, you have to be ready to complete the first project." Professor McGonagall said impatiently.

"How have you learned your spells during this time?" She looked flustered, almost as anxious as Ginny.

It was big news, and Professor McGonagall had never shown such a look before.

As we all know, Miss Granger has always had a poor relationship with her woman, and Gryffindor is one of the few who can be called friends with her.

Ginny is one.

As matchday approached, Ginny's reaction was even more intense than she was.

Every day I worry about what Hermione will do if she gets injured in the game.

She didn't think Miss Granger couldn't beat it, but Dumbledore hinted a few times that the game would be difficult, which made her feel unsure.

This morning, Ginny was still getting her clothes ready for Miss Granger.

Combat-appropriate clothing, from high boots to bracers, elbows and knee pads, and even a set of cuirasses.

In the end, Hermione just accepted the shoes.

The others - too strange, she's not a knight.

"Pretty good, Professor!" Hermione replied briskly.

Those brown eyes were full of confidence.

She wears a blouse made of dark cloth with intricate embroidery at the neckline and a dark tie. The sleeves are long and loose, making her look even more mysterious.

Underneath, she wears a long, seemingly ancient skirt of the same color as the blouse, and the hem of the skirt is designed to unfold outward, as if like a flower.

Black cotton socks that wrap around your legs are embedded in boots that are also dark at the same time.

Her shawl is black, with the Hogwarts crest embroidered on the back, silver accents at the neckline, and the Gryffindor lion at the heart.

The material of the shawl looks very soft, which makes her look elegant and beautiful.

Watching Hermione's reaction, Professor McGonagall sighed, she was cramped, hesitated, and finally just said something like this, "You have to be mentally prepared for what you are going to face, oh! Merlin's beard, I've been categorically against Dumbledore doing that, but he's bent on it. ”

"Miss Granger." "We've got some wizards around the schedule, and if things don't go well, they'll come forward and control the situation, and if there's something out of their control, they're not ashamed to give up," she said. I think the most important thing is not to complete the project, but to give full play to your own abilities and save your life, and no one will think that you are inferior to others. ”

“.”

Professor McGonagall was so nervous that Hermione was a little nervous.

Aren't they going to deal with a fire dragon?

And what is more dangerous?

"Professor, you don't look good." Hermione said.

The professor led her around the edge of the Forbidden Forest towards the newly built playing field.

The location is in the open space where second-year Owen burned out.

It became all the Quidditch driving pitch for Hufflepuff House.

Now it has been transformed into a tournament venue.

From afar, Hermione could see the towering stands and four school flags fluttering in midair.

The cheers of the little wizards in my ears came and went.

A lively scene!

Listening to Hermione's question, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at her in trepidation, "The content of the competition is more difficult than you think. I must advise you one last time that Mr. Sánchez will be in charge of patrolling the grounds, and that if there is any problem, even if it is just a symptom, you can immediately abstain and let him deal with everything. As the head of Gryffindor, I don't blame you. ”

She looked at Hermione deeply, then led her to the entrance of the tent.

On her deathbed—Professor McGonagall finally walked over.

She whispered something in Hermione's ear.

"You can use it, I know you've been using it lately."

"I'll bring that thing into the stands, and then- summoning spells, Miss Granger, you know the spell."

After sending the last blessings.

Professor McGonagall turned and left the stands in a hurry.

It looked like Hermione had been sent to battle, and she had died there never to be seen again.

Hermione, who was originally very relaxed, was now worried about Professor McGonagall's continuous PUA.

But—touching the robes on his body.

What Owen had prepared was much more normal than Ginny's.

The outfit Miss Granger is wearing now is what he has prepared.

Touching.

The gentle touch spread throughout her body, and a strange emotion spread through her heart.

Like a warm current, it slowly flowed into her heart, burning her heart slightly.

Her cheeks were flushed with crimson.

"Whew~"

At this moment, a cold morning breeze shone on her face, and Miss Granger, who had come back to her senses, hurriedly restrained her cranky little head.

Turning around, he walked briskly into the tent, completely oblivious to the tension he had just had.

It was a minimalist wooden room.

Upon entering, there was nothing but a few chairs and a sofa leaning against the corner.

In the very center of the room, there is a fire, from which the warmth of the cold emanates from it.

Cedric sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, and his eyes fell on Hermione the moment she walked in.

“.”

A different light flashed in front of his eyes, and at this moment, she combed her hair into a simple ponytail, and she was wearing that dress, she was I don't know how many times more beautiful.

The most important thing is her temperament, bold, mysterious, and confident like a fire, and no boy can refuse such a temperament.

"The clothes fit you perfectly." He smiled and greeted Hermione.

"Thank you." Miss Granger responded.

Krum looked at Hermione with surprise as well.

But more straightforward than Cedric. This made him forget about the constant shaking of his legs in his chair for a moment - and stopped.

As for Fleur, she looked calm, although her face was not very good-looking.

"Sit here!" She said.

Then Hermione walked over and sat down with her.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "Did something happen?" ”

"Change?" Fleur sighed. "We didn't guess right from the beginning, how can it be called a change?"

"Isn't it a fire dragon?"

"It's not!" Fleur laughed miserably, then stopped talking.

It's useless to say anything now.

Do you expect them to find a way to deal with it in the first few minutes?

There was silence in the tent.

Everyone was worried, except for the one: Koatel Stewart.

She was the most relaxed of the people present.

There was no nervousness, panic and other emotions on her face, and the eyes of the rest of the people were mostly disdainful, and a soft snort came from her mouth from time to time.

This kind of change makes you panic.

It's really weak enough.

Just in the house of the warriors, when they fell into a deeper silence.

On the other side, the door on the other side of the venue was suddenly pushed by someone.

Bagman walked in.

"Ah, it's great that you're all here!" Bagman said happily, then beckoned for the five to gather, "I'm sure Dumbledore must have used his brain lately, otherwise he would have come up with such a dangerous challenge." ”

"But—the arrow had to be fired."

He put on his old Hornets jersey and stood among them, like a hunky cartoon figure.

Obviously, his expression wanted to make everyone feel relaxed, but what he said was so cruel.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, it's time to brief you on the situation!" Bagman took out a bag and said, "When the audience is gathered, I will take turns to hand this bag to each of you!" ”

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it vigorously at the four of them.

"Inside are five silver medals, and the numbers on them will determine the order in which you play."

"I'm in charge of security on the perimeter, and there are at least five or more Aurors in the stands who will be watching you the whole time, and if you can't hold on during the game, you will light up the red fluorescent light or just shout. The Aurors will be responsible for getting you out. He smiled and said, "Of course you have to scream faster, or we will only save part of you." ”

The warriors nodded, acknowledging Bagman's words.

None of them spoke, and everyone's faces were too beautiful because of Bagman's banter.

"As for the specifics of the game, a young lad will give you a detailed explanation."

With that, a group of people walked in from the other side of the door.

It's a couple of professors.

Professors Moody, Flitwick, Snape, and Victor.

Of course, Owen came in with him.

"Yo! Hello! Owen waved his hand and greeted everyone happily, but of course no one paid attention to him. All right! I'll make a long story short.

A few professors and I are in charge of patrolling the field, and if there is an accident, or what we think is an accident, and the little wizard is not equipped to face it, we will interrupt the game and save you.

As for your mission, it's simple – hehe. He smiled excitedly, and then continued: "The site is divided into two areas, the inner and outer areas, with the inner ring wall as the dividing line. Monsters in the outer ring will not attack warriors in the inner ring.

The competition is divided into three parts.

First: I call it Death Canyon, and it will pop up on the outskirts of the game. An indefinite number of magic golems between 15 and 20 feet in height. This golem is immune to most spell damage and can unleash unlimited attacks at you with a 20-foot sword.

This means that if you don't destroy them completely, the puppets won't stop. ”

"Second, the caretaker of the treasure." As he spoke, Owen suddenly waved his arms as if he had relapsed into the second illness, pretending to be Professor Trelawney's face when he was ill - ah-no- when he prophesied, and said in a long voice: "From the void, I break the shackles of the great will, break the conspiracy of Herder, and invite the Ninth Apostle to sit in the level.

You have to pass through the silver dragon that burns with fire.

No matter what method is used, climb the inner pyramid it guards.

Third, Dragon Quest! Under the dragon's golden flame attack, capture the golden egg placed at the top of the pyramid, which contains the news of the second level of the tournament.

It is also the key for you to open the second level, if you can't get the golden egg, that is, you won't be able to participate in the second game normally! ”

Owen smiled, but the others looked inexplicably colder.

"What does it mean to not be able to play the second game normally?" Fleur frowned and asked first.

"From the moment you got the golden egg, the second game was blown." Owen said happily as he walked over to Hermione, "The second test, which is primarily a test of your intelligence and will, is embedded in a mystery in Hogwarts Castle itself, and you must first solve the mystery before you can see the questions.

Of course, to ensure a fair period, the two young wizards of Hogwarts will only get half of the hints for their golden eggs. ”

"Alright, let's draw lots!"

With that, he stepped aside, and Mr. Bagman walked back on.

The five warriors gathered around and put their hands into the pockets of Mr. Bagman's hands in turn.

Koyatl was the first to reach out, holding a silver badge with the Hogwarts coat of arms carved on it, turned over with 2 written on the back.

This was followed by Krum, who drew a 3.

Then there is Hibiscus, 4.

Cedric, 1.

Hermione 5.

Miss Granger looked up at Owen, pretending to be innocent.

She was completely sure that in the lottery ceremony, he made a move.

Because as soon as she put her hand into the cloth bag, a silver medallion got into her hand.

Before he could react, he subconsciously took it out.

"Shh Owen held out his finger to his lips and looked at Hermione with joy in his eyes.

Miss Granger - I've got you covered!

Oh - and, he quietly approached Hermione, "This one is so pretty, but I have a question, the black stockings that your cosplay costume went with it!" How did it become a cotton sock? ”

“.” Hermione blushed for a second and lowered her head. Of course she couldn't have dressed - wearing something like that, although her legs were hot when she tried it on because of magic, he must have engraved ancient runes on it, but- transparent material, this- it was too shameful.

She won't wear it either!

"Alright. It seems that our order has been confirmed. Mr. Bagman smiled at a boy who was approaching the warrior, "Now, everyone get out of the room. ”

"Cedric, you'll be the first to come out when you hear the bell ring, you know?"

"Yes sir." His voice was choppy, his face was pale, and he nodded slightly.

The others in turn pay attention to the bells.

"So now!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pushed open the door.

In an instant, the noise outside poured in.

"Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts!!"

"Ilvermorny!"

"Ilvermorny!!"

"Durmstrang!"

Beauxbatons !!

“.”

Everywhere there was the shouting of the little wizards.

They greeted the warriors who represented their own academy as if they were heroes.

At this moment, the eyes were looking farther, and on the viewing platform in a circle, Mr. Crouch, Madame Maxim, Professor Juraly, Grindelwald, Sirius and other members of the jury were sitting on the largest and highest viewing platform, and on the stands that stretched out from both sides were the other young wizards of the four major houses.

Everyone was screaming with enthusiasm.

The sound of the World Cup is like a re-enactment.

And just then, a heavy bell rang.

The race is on.

And the noise of the scene was louder.

They waved all sorts of flags and cheered on the warriors.

The cheers and applause are like the churning waves, wave after wave, showing their enthusiasm and expectation. The entire stadium was surrounded by blazing passion, as if even the air was on fire.

In the midst of the roar of the sound, Cedric walked out of the room.

(End of chapter)