The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still cloudy.

Unsurprisingly, everyone was talking about the Super Goblet of Fire, guessing who the fair referee would be and how the Warriors would be selected.

A huge notice was posted early on the bulletin board detailing how to participate.

"Squads can be formed freely, with a minimum of five substitutes/support members to be vacant, and each member can participate in a maximum of two teams, that is, only two squads can be involved.

Eligible squads should have: squad name, list of members (full name).

”

The little wizard crowded at the front read aloud the contents of the announcement, and the bustling crowd did not dare to breathe and listened carefully.

Malfoy put down his tiptoes, his eyes shining:

"Looks like there's a good chance, we need to build a squad!"

Zhang Xiao was silent for a while:

"That Draco"

"How about calling it the Qingluan team? Or the greatest Slytherin? ”

"It's not."

"Or pure-blood pride?"

"Huh? And so on."

"Okay, okay, I know, you must have said to unite, then- Hogwarts is the best in the world!"

Looking at the interested Malfoy, Zhang Xiao sighed, forget it, let Malfoy be happy first, anyway, according to his own estimate, there will be many, many people to invite him next.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong!

Zhang Xiao sat at the long Slytherin table, frowning and wondering what had gone wrong.

This is a question worth pondering.

I! The Little Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, the Protector of Hogwarts, the Redeemer of the Ghosts, the Changemaker of the Kitchen, the best student of Slytherin, the warrior who slays the Basilisk, and the Dragon Knight!

No one asked me to team up???

At this moment, the auditorium was full of lively shouts, and the little wizards were discussing the formation of a team.

From time to time, they can be heard shouting:

"Seamus! Join my team! ”

"McMini, my team needs you!"

"Anthony! You are my most important championship puzzle! ”

Why, you also have 32 concerts?

If you don't understand it, you just don't want to, and you can't represent Hogwarts anyway.

Zhang Xiao vigorously stabbed a piece of beef, and simply began to study the class schedule with Malfoy.

The magical ceiling above them was tumbling with large clouds of blue-gray.

At the same table, a few young wizards in the second and third years were separated from them by a few seats, discussing what magical spells to use to make themselves older, and then fool around and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

They trembled with excitement and said that they wanted to use their wits to participate in the game, and then proved their strength to everyone that their 'adults are bastards' team is the real warrior team of Hogwarts.

Uh, there shouldn't be a 'good life is a dog' team, right?

Zhang Xiao listened to the strange team names, and couldn't help but think of the magical team names that he had heard in his previous life.

For example, there are talented people in the country, Krypton and Africans, I am the team, you are not the team, I am the team.

There are also cerebellar atrophys, "There is no object, there is no team, there is no object, there is no team", "I am a good object, and the object is a good team to me"

"Okay, there aren't many classes today, herbs, divination - by the way, didn't Professor Strawney say that we are not welcome to go to class?"

Malfoy's fingers ran over the class schedule, and compared to the group of classmates, he felt that he had the chance to win, and with Zhang, who else could there be a warrior?

"Professor Dumbledore must have communicated with her, and she agreed that we should continue the class."

Zhang Xiao dealt with beef with a heavy heart, as for Dumbledore's thoughts, he didn't have to guess, who else but himself could have that kind of sensitivity to record.

It's a pity. Dumbledore didn't know that Professor Trelawney's Great Prophecy CD was measured in years.

After eating, they just took a short rest and stepped through the wet lawn on a rainy day to the No. 3 greenhouse.

Today's herbal class was particularly heavy, and Professor Sprout introduced the class to a brand new plant.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout cheerfully told everyone, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, you have to collect its pus-"

Everyone looked at the plants in Professor Sprout's hands with a very disgusted expression, in fact, they were not plants, but more like black, slimy slugs.

And they all squirmed slightly, and there were many shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be full of liquid - this should be the so-called pus.

"What?" Seamus? Finigan asked in a disgusted tone.

"Pus, finigan, pus," said Professor Sprout, "is of great value, and should not be wasted."

Listen, collect the pus into these bottles.

Wearing your dragon skin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus can cause unusual damage to the skin. ”

Zhang Xiao had just put on her gloves, and before she could squeeze it, she heard a strange sound coming from beside her.

"Uh-huh~~~~~~ hiss~~~~~~~ oh~~~~~~~"

？？？

Turning his head stiffly, he saw Malfoy's face with a strange expression, a grinning disgust mixed with a kind of satisfaction.

Not only him, but most of them behaved like Malfoy, making strange noises that soon filled the entire greenhouse.

Professor Sprout didn't seem surprised, smiling as she walked around the greenhouse, instructing the young wizard on how to squeeze the pus cleaner.

In the amazed eyes of the little wizards, Professor Sprout cleanly squeezed through a huge pustule with a single move, which was surprisingly large.

Parvati didn't even dare to do it, she was afraid that the pustule would splash out and burn her skin—it hadn't happened before.

Just now, Dean Thomas accidentally burst a huge pustule, and he screamed in pain.

In order to relieve his pain, Seamus pulled out his wand, and the little wizards around him dodged in horror with a 'whoosh'.

Dean didn't even care about the pain on his face, he jumped up and hugged Seamus's arm, with tears in his eyes:

"No, I really don't need to, my face doesn't hurt anymore! Seamus, I thank you! ”

When Zhang Xiao started to do it herself, she immediately knew why everyone was like this.

The process of squeezing the tubers is disgusting, but it also creates a strange sense of satisfaction.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, it spews out a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid and emits a pungent gasoline smell.

It's like watching the larvae of horseflies in short videos in my previous life, clipping blackheads, squeezing cysts, repairing cow's hooves, and picking out ears.

Disgusting, but satisfying.

Eventually, they collected the liquid in bottles, as instructed by Professor Sprout, and by the time the class was about to end, they had already collected several bottles.

"Now Madam Pomfrey should be happy." Professor Sprout plugged the last bottle with a stopper and said, "The pus from the tubers of Babo is the best medicine for recalcitrant acne." This will discourage students from using drastic measures to get rid of their pimples. ”

"Like poor Eloise Midgan?" Lavender Brown lowered her voice and said, "She wanted to get rid of the pimples with a spell, but her nose fell off"

Yes? The female version of the noseless monster? Zhang Xiao was fascinated, and wondered if Voldemort would feel kind when he saw it.

"Silly girl," Professor Sprout shook her head, "but Madam Pomfrey finally put her nose on again." ”

A low, deep bell came from the castle, over the damp grounds, it was the bell for the end of class.

The little wizards jumped out of the greenhouse and ran towards the campus at a speed of 100 meters.

They all have to rush to form their own squads, and the more time is delayed, those they have long taken a fancy to will be co-opted by other squads.

After dinner, Zhang Xiao finally received the first invitation.

"Hmm, join your strongest team of Gryffindor warriors?"

Zhang Xiao scratched her head, looked at Harry and Ron who were in high spirits, and felt that she still ignored the team name that was not creative and aesthetically pleasing at all.

As far as I know, there are at least five teams that are ready to be called by this name.

"No way!"

Before Zhang Xiao could answer, Malfoy over there had already jumped up first.

"Zhang is going to join my 'Slytherin Supreme Glory'!"

"3 to 1! There are three of us on our side! ”

Ron puffed out his chest, not to be outdone, retorted.

"Excuse me!" Hermione lifted her head, "Ron, you can't say 3 to 1 to count me in!" ”

"Of course, Hermione! Aren't you on the same team as us? ”

Ron was shocked, in his and Harry's plan, Zhang Xiao's strength combined with Hermione's mind, this is the situation where Iron wins!

"Of course—no!" Hermione rolled her eyes covertly and sighed, "Parvati invited me to join the 'Princess Team', saying that they wanted to prove that girls are better than boys.

If I didn't go, they decided to expel me as a woman. ”

Everyone looked at Hermione in amazement, and Malfoy shouted angrily:

"How can they do that? Isn't this a kidnapping in some sense? ”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and wrinkled her little nose, "If it doesn't work, I'll have to join you as a replacement!" ”

There was silence in the cabin, and Harry suddenly turned to Cedric and Neville, who had not spoken:

"By the way, Cedric, Neville, have you also received a lot of invitations?"

The two nodded together: "Yes, very much."

Cedric spread out his hands and said with a wry smile: "It bothers me a little too much, and I don't know what to do." ”

Neville agreed, his performance was obvious in the dungeon, and he almost got promoted to Hogwarts second.

Yes? Then why didn't anyone come to me?

Zhang Xiao became more and more puzzled, and even wondered if something had happened that he didn't know.

When he spoke up this question, he found that everyone was not surprised, but felt normal.

"Man—" Malfoy said slowly, with an unfathomable expression, "In Chinese terms, this is a mystery of the authorities." ”

Hermione said seriously:

"Zhang, in fact, the truth is very simple, it's not that they don't want to invite you, but they don't dare!

Because you're too strong. ”

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