While Dumbledore himself knew who the heirs of ancient magic were, outsiders didn't.

So how do you determine that a child is an heir?

The old headmaster, who was active in his mind, slowly got up, walked to his desk, his eyes glancing over the crystal wand on the table.

For ordinary people, of course, the stronger a child's magical talent, the more likely he is to be the heir to ancient magic.

Although the elves who broke into Hufflepuff's resting place already knew that Granger was not the heir, they shouldn't have had time to get the word out because they arrived in time.

So in Tom's opinion, who is the most likely heir among the young wizards?

The answer is self-evident.

He sat down slowly, his eyes lit up.

So now, how is Voldemort going to take both children out of the castle at the same time?

Immediately afterwards, the old headmaster noticed a stack of parchment in his hand, which he had discussed with the other headmasters about the third game.

About diving into the Black Lagoon to rescue a companion.

"I see—"

Layer upon layer, some people had planned all this before they decided to hold the Final Four Tournament.

What a strategy!

"Professor." The three little ones surrounded her, and Hermione looked at Dumbledore in confusion, "What is this, have you thought of anything?" ”

"No—Miss Granger." The headmaster looked at her with a smile, "There are some things I have to think about again. ”

"That's right." He suddenly turned his head to look at Ron.

The kid was staring at the crystal wand on his desk.

"I heard your wand is broken, Mr. Weasley."

"Ahh Ron came back to his senses and nodded dumbly, "Oh! Right. As he spoke, he pulled out his wand.

It was a fourteen-inch, willow-wood, unicorn-haired, decently shaped wand, with a somewhat pitted surface.

At this moment, there was a crack about five or six inches in the wand, through which you could even see the unicorn hair inside.

"Well, it looks like it can't be used anymore." Dumbledore took one look and said.

Not only was his wand cracked, but the center of the wand was badly damaged, and the unicorn fur was a little dull, as if it had been blinded by something.

This is exactly what black magic has left behind.

The unicorn-haired wand belongs only to the purest of wizards, and it cannot tolerate even the slightest hint of dark power.

Ron's wand was almost useless.

And with the experience of destroying the unicorn hair, his next wand will never be a unicorn wand again, and he will have to choose a new wand from the dragon nerve and the phoenix tail feathers.

"You try this."

Dumbledore said, gesturing to the crystal wand on the table.

"Huh?" Ron was a little confused.

But under the encouraging eyes of the old headmaster, he reached out and took the wand.

This is the wand of the heir.

Both Dumbledore and Hermione knew that their wands were completely unusable by others.

In the past, when Owen's wand had not yet grown crystals, he often complained that his wand was the most loyal wand in the world, because no one but him could use it, which made him proud.

Now, they finally know why.

Ron picked up the wand with a somewhat complicated expression, and when he knew the weight behind the wand, he had mixed feelings about it.

On the one hand, he was very envious of this wand, of the exploits of its owner, and of what a great title he was called—the wizard hero.

But on the other hand, he feared the calamity of the wand, thinking of his grandmother

"Whew-"

"Fluorescent flicker!" Ron waved his wand.

The next moment, a bright light rose from the tip of the wand.

"This" his eyes widened, a little incredulous about the wand in his hand, of course he knew the properties of another crystal wand, Owen's.

From the very beginning, he felt that he could light this wand.

"It seems that your ancestors have left you more than honor." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, he probably guessed that the Weasleys must have inherited some ancient magic.

After all, they have generations of heirs in their veins.

"Professor!" Ron put the wand back down.

Although he can use this wand, it doesn't mean that he can.

Compared to other people's wands, he still likes his own things.

Also—Ron doesn't want to take on the heavy responsibility behind this wand.

"I'm still," he didn't finish, just lowered his head in a gesture of rejection.

"It's okay." The professor responded. "Okay, it's okay, you guys go back first!"

Dumbledore didn't criticize Ron for his choice.

They're just kids.

You can't ask too much of them yourself.

Hearing Dumbledore say that.

The trio looked at each other for a moment, then turned and walked out of the principal's office side by side.

The moment she pushed open the oak door, Miss Granger suddenly turned around, and she glanced back at the Professor, who responded to her with a firm look and a slight bow.

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The day after the attack.

The Daily Prophet reported on the incident.

As if coerced, they eagerly published the news.

Then, as expected, there was an uproar in the wizarding world.

Especially now is the time of the joint when the tournament is held.

All of a sudden, everyone's worries shifted from themselves to those children.

All sorts of pressures followed.

And as the center of the storm, Hogwarts stood still. Dumbledore also appeared calmer than ever, as if nothing had happened.

The castle did not add a single guard, nor did it stop the game.

However, the third match, originally scheduled for the end of March, was inevitably affected and had to be postponed due to strong complaints from several other principals.

And this postponement will make it a little too late to hold the fourth game.

The school, the professor, the principal, the Ministry of Magic, and other forces have been fighting each other for a month.

Eventually, it was decided in early March that the fourth tournament was cancelled.

The third session was rescheduled for early May.

The content of the match remained the same, which Dumbledore had requested.

In three games, the highest scorer wins the final victory.

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Then, time passed slowly.

It's like sand that you can't hold in your hand, and a little bit of it will always escape through all kinds of crevices.

The warm and moist air currents of the Atlantic Ocean have finally broken through the cold vortex in the Scottish Highlands.

The temperature is rapidly warming up at a rate that changes every day.

Hogwarts seemed to be green in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Miss Granger was still busy.

She had a lot to do, in addition to attending classes, practicing spells, revising alchemical writings, brewing potions, and settling disputes between Gryffindor and Ilvermorny.

In a trance, it was as if she had become that person.

Although he is absent from the castle, it seems that he can be found everywhere.

For a while, everyone suddenly became a little unaccustomed.

There seems to be a ghost in the castle, you say he's there, he's not there.

No, he seems to be there all the time.

It's quite a quantum superposition.

In addition to this, the castle also calmed down suddenly. It's as if the sound has dropped from 120 decibels to 70.

It's not lonely, but it's much quieter than ever.

This kind of ordinary life makes everyone very uncomfortable.

A complex emotion brewed in the hearts of the young wizards.

It's like you've lost something.

Very important stuff.

In April, patients were transferred back from St. Mungo's Hospital for the Disabled.

Eventually, as Dumbledore had guessed, there was nothing the healers could do about it, they could only detect that the two seemed to be in some kind of deep coma.

They couldn't even confirm whether the two of them were still self-conscious in that coma.

They could have already shown a death certificate.

Because the situation of the two of them is even worse than that of Neville's parents, the wizards who were cast by Lockhart's Oblivion Curse.

They're just unconscious, missing, maybe. There may be a way to fix it.

But the two people who were hit by the death curse were directly unconscious.

It's no different from death anymore.

It's just that the flesh is still panting.

Of course, only Dumbledore knew about these situations in the whole of Hogwarts.

In the outside world, even Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout learned that the therapists had found a cure, they were just too weak to be fine.

Everything will be fine.

Dumbledore stood in front of the door of the school's infirmary, looked at the figure of the caretaker by the window, and muttered, "Everything will be fine." ”

In the days to come.

From time to time, a little wizard would run to the school infirmary and look inside.

For some reason, they always wished that a mocking voice would suddenly come to their ears, and then accompanied by laughter and a long tone of protracted notes, laughing at them one by one, bored, and peeking at him to sleep.

Maybe when he gets up, he will catch a few unlucky guys and teach him a hard lesson.

Then the castle will come back to life with the screams of those hapless people, instead of the twilight as it is now.

It's a pity that this somewhat perverted vision didn't come true for months on end.

Whenever the little wizards passed by the school infirmary, they could only see the girl with fluffy hair, dry hair, and no luster.

And the boy in front of her never had the slightest trace of coming to his senses.

Yes - every time they can see.

Now, Miss Granger has one more thing to do.

Daze - At first, she would just come to Owen's hospital bed for a moment every day.

But as the calendar for April flipped through one by one, she spent more and more time in a daze.

Sometimes she would even stay by his side for six or seven or eight hours in the afternoon when there was no class.

On weekends, I stayed by his side all day in a daze.

It wasn't until Harry or Ron called her to dinner that she woke up violently.

This made everyone more and more worried about her.

In the final two months of the race, they had to have someone follow her, because she would get lost.

Then I don't know when and in what way I appeared in the school infirmary.

In this way, under everyone's protection and guarding, time came to the end of the month.

The temperature near the castle is still a little cold.

Especially in the morning and evening, the wind coming out of the valley is a little cold.

However, around noon, when the sun is shining, the temperature is still very comfortable.

The Black Lake near the castle has long since thawed.

These days, Krum is often seen swimming in the water, which attracts a large group of girls.

They surrounded the Quidditch star like moths to a fire, and the warblers and swallows were about to become a beautiful sight in the castle.

Unfortunately, Krum was not interested in these girls at all, and his attention was on the girl who had been in the gloom all day.

He hadn't seen her smile since February.

This made Krum very tormented, on the one hand, he wanted the boy to wake up quickly, and on the other hand, he didn't want the other person to wake up.

But as time went by, he still really hoped that the other party would wake up earlier.

Because Miss Granger was already emaciated in his eyes.

Her face turned from sallow to a pale one, her cheeks were sunken, and the collarbone of her neck was clearly visible.

With the arrival of summer, the clothes on the little wizards have also changed from sweaters and cotton clothes to thin kaftans.

This exposed her thin body even more.

Sometimes, he even thinks that maybe a cold wind can take away the almost withered roses.

He wasn't even sure if his opponent would have the stamina to finish the match.

And Kurum's worries finally came to an explosion in early May.

"Hermione, how are you preparing for the game?" In the auditorium, the bustling little wizards were eating lunch noisily.

Today is May 3rd.

In the auditorium, professors decorate the room with daffodils and daisies.

Snowflakes and fireworks are hung on the crystal lanterns, which can only be seen at Christmas, and they fall brightly.

Celebrating the last game.

The winner will hold the Goblet of Fire in the Great Hall tonight.

"No problem." Hermione said leisurely.

There is a loneliness in the eyes that cannot be dissolved.

"I heard Sirius." Harry handed her a piece of pie and watched as she took a bite and placed it on his plate.

"The third race is the easiest, you only need to find one thing in the next hour to complete it."

"And you have the map."

"That's good news." He tried to comfort Hermione, but it didn't work out well, or even had the opposite effect, and she looked even more unhappy.

"Ahem-" Ron tugged Harry to the side, then glared and asked what he was talking about!

The first level is so difficult because it was all done by Owen, especially the second level, so let's put it this way - it's impossible for professors to clean the sewers now.

Sirius had been wandering around the pipes for more than nine hours and had barely returned, and there were more and more monsters inside, and recently some people had even seen lobsters the size of cars walking through the corridors of the castle

And the third competition, the professors were in charge of the content.

Without Owen's bad taste, it's naturally much simpler.

"Uh-Hermione, I didn't mean that." Harry reacted as well, and he spoke quickly, his mood becoming heavy.

"I know." Miss Granger's voice was still so worried.

Her potions didn't work out in the end.

Not sure why.

She had clearly followed the steps on the parchment, and there was no mistake at all.

But it didn't turn out right every time.

In the end, she had no choice but to go to the Weasley Twins.

Hopefully, they'll come up with something like a Muggle oxygen mask, so she can just put it on and get through it for an hour.

For Hermione's request, George and Fred naturally agreed.

In less than three days, they had results.

"Okay, don't be upset, he'll wake up." At this time, Fred and George walked over, "Professor McGonagall is looking for you Harry." ”

"Looking for me?" Harry looked up, surprised, "What? ”

"I don't know, but she's weirdly serious." Fred said.

"We're going to take you to her office." George said.

Hearing this, Harry's heart sank, he thought that his recent night trip in the castle was known to the professor.

"But—" he was a little indignant, "it's going to be a game at two o'clock in the afternoon, and if the professor locks me up."

"Then you deserve to be out of luck." George reached out and lifted Harry.

Don't give him time to think at all.

"We're waiting for you on the podium, Harry!" Ron shouted, and then immediately rushed out of the auditorium with Simonaway.

Evening Night Tour Night Tour Their portion.

They didn't want to end up like Harry.

When Ron walked away, Fred came to Hermione.

He pulled out a small delicate leather bag from the inside of his clothes.

It's kind of like the kind of fanny pack that Muggles use.

"It's got what you want. We've improved it many times. Ten hours underwater is no problem. ”

"In addition, there are some potions in it, all of which replenish physical strength." George spoke.

"Don't worry about violations." Fred said.

He reached for a tab on the left side of his purse. With a slight pull, the bag suddenly became transparent as if it had been cast by a transfiguration spell, and then disappeared into Fred's hand.

"Me"

"Don't say no!" Seeing that Hermione wanted to speak, Fred interrupted her directly.

"Look at what you look like now."

"You don't have the strength to dive in the Black Lagoon, it's not me asking you, Professor McGonagall ordered you to carry this bag!" He said forcefully, "Don't throw your life in the Black Lake!" ”

"Also, there's a book in my purse." He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "That's a portkey." You know how to use it. ”

"The anchor is at the Hogwarts Gate. If you can't hold on—"

"I can." Hermione stubbornly said that she was reluctant to accept the leather bag that Fred handed over.

"Take it." He thrust it into her arms. "You don't have to, but you have to bring it, that's what Professor McGonagall said."

Fred looked at Hermione earnestly, and then after watching the other party accept it, he turned around, and instead of saying a word, he and George set up Harry alone, and left the auditorium in three or two steps.

(End of chapter)