Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God - Vol 7 Chapter 33

As for whether the Triwizard Tournament was due to the alliance caused by the Mongolian expedition, or because of the friendship between several universities, Harry and others were not really concerned.

After all, that’s all in the past.

All they really care about now is the fact that the Triwizard Tournament will be held this year.

“Every five years?” said Ron, surprised, “but I’ve never heard of it, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy must have never been to a contest like this, or to the other two wizarding schools. Pass.”

“Because the Triwizard Tournament has been on hiatus for centuries, I can’t believe they’ll be back…” Hermione said.

“Break! Why?” Harry asked.

“Because there were so many deaths,” Clark replied. “Centuries ago, wizards were not as squeamish as they are now, so the Triwizard Tournament was not only dangerous, but also had little security.”

“Yes, often after a game, the little wizards are short of arms and legs, and some even lose their lives,” Hermione said, “So this dangerous and **** game was called off. already.”

“Of course, I actually prefer that the relationship between European countries deteriorated and wars occurred frequently, which led to the gap between the wizards of various countries, so that the Triwizard Tournament was suspended.” Clark added another sentence.

“Then why are they restarting this year?” Harry asked.

George waved his hand indifferently, “Oh, Harry, you don’t care why it restarts, isn’t it bad to have this kind of game?”

Clark replied.

“Actually, since the end of World War II, the Ministry of Magic and the school have tried several times to restore the Triwizard Tournament, but for various reasons, it has never been resolved.

But this time, because of some problems in the international environment, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports of the Ministry of Magic believe that the time is ripe for another attempt.

This summer, the ministry and the school have also done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior does not endanger his life. ”

Next, everyone began to discuss various details of the Triwizard Tournament.

Needless to say, Harry, Ron, George and Fred all wanted to be warriors at Hogwarts, and only Hermione thought that was impossible.

“In the previous Triwizard Tournaments, each school would only select a few warriors, and at most there were no more than three.

And everyone who can become a warrior must be the most powerful and intellectual student in that school.

Do you think it’s possible for you to compete with the seventh grade seniors? ”

However, Harry and the others were not shocked by Hermione’s words, and they were still discussing enthusiastically.

The train continued to drive north, and the rain outside the car became heavier and heavier.

The sky was dark and the windows were covered with moisture, so the lanterns were lit in broad daylight.

After learning what he wanted to know from Clark’s mouth, the little wizards discussed it for a while, and finally quieted down.

After all, they really didn’t know much about the Triwizard Tournament.

After George and Fred returned to their cubicles, Hermione opened “Standard Spell Level 4”

Harry and Ron played magic cards while Clark and Neville watched.

“It’s time for me to draw,” Ron glanced at the card he had just drawn, and shouted happily as he left, “Great!”

“I summon a fire dragon to play!”

He slapped the card he had just drawn on the magic map in front of him, and an abstract red fire dragon was summoned, spitting flames from the sky.

“My turn is over.”

“It’s my turn, draw a card!” Harry said, and then picked up a card, “Damn it, another goblin. Why can’t I draw a golden dragon? My golden dragon bond is just short of this one!”

He reluctantly covered the monster card, and Ron drew another card and attacked his monster.

“Activate the special effect of the fire dragon bond – [Fever]! All monsters increase their attack speed by 50%, their movement speed by 50%, and charge!”

Although Harry also successfully drew the [Golden Dragon] card after that, he could get extra gold coins and various magical item cards in each round, but he still failed miserably because he developed too late.

When the two card games were over, the trolley that served the meal also clucked along the aisle.

Clark treated the guests and bought a big stack of cakes and treats to share with everyone.

After lunch, the time came to afternoon, and friends of Clark and others began to pour into the cubicle.

There were Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Colin Creevey—a young boy who admired Harry very much and who was also the full-time photographer for Clark and their Hogwarts School Magazine.

Seamus still wears his Irish coat of arms, though some of its magic seems to be slowly fading over time.

Although it was still screaming “Troyin! Marat! Moran!”, the voice was weak and exhausted.

Colin Creevey listened eagerly as everyone looked back excitedly at the World Cup.

“My parents don’t want to go,” he said pitifully. “They’re Muggles, they don’t know anything about the Quidditch World Cup, and they won’t buy tickets. Ah, that sounds exciting.”

“That’s right,” said Ron. “Look at this, Colin…”

He rummaged through the trunks on the luggage rack for a while, and pulled out the figurine of Victor Krum.

“Wow, that’s great,” Colin said enviously as Ron placed Krum’s figurine in his palm.

“We saw him up there, very close,” said Ron. “We were in the top box—”

Time passed quickly, and by the time Clark finally sent Colin away, the train was almost at Hogwarts.

A few of them put on their school uniforms, the car door opened, it was raining more outside, and there was a rumbling sound of thunder in the air.

The little wizards got off the train one after another, bowing their heads and squinting in the pouring rain.

The rain was fast and hard, as if buckets of cold water were pouring on each of their heads.

Fortunately, Hermione waved her wand in time, and a whirlwind floated above their heads, covering them like an umbrella, diverting the rainwater around them.

“Hagrid!” Harry shouted, seeing a huge figure across the platform.

“Hello, Harry!”

Hagrid, who was welcoming the first-year students, replied in a gruff voice and waved his hand, “If we don’t drown, let’s meet at the banquet!”

As is customary, these first-year children will follow him on the ferry across the lake and into Hogwarts Castle.

This is a tradition of the school, in memory of the four founders of Hogwarts who discovered the castle that year.

“Oh, I can’t imagine crossing the lake in such weather.” Hermione shivered from the cold wind.

At this time, they moved little by little with the flow of people, walking across the dark platform.

Outside the station, a hundred horse-drawn carriages awaited them.

Clark, Hermione, and Neville hurried into one of them, relieved. As for Harry and Ron, they were in a car with Ginny.

The door slammed shut, and a moment later, with a violent jolt, the long wagon train reeled off along the path to Hogwarts Castle, crackling and splashing along the way.

The carriage passed through gates with statues of winged boars on both sides, and drove down the wide flagstone driveway. The carriage shook violently due to the strong wind and torrential rain.

Clark glanced slightly out of the car window and saw Hogwarts Castle getting closer.

In the dark castle, the many lighted windows gleamed like lakes and lakes behind thick rain curtains.

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Their carriage came to a stop under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates, and just then a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, and the people in the carriage had hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle.

Clark and the others jumped out of the carriage and ran up the stone steps in three steps, until they entered the deep cavernous hall before they raised their heads.

The spacious and bright entrance hall is lit with torches burning magical flames, the marble staircase is extraordinary, and the four huge hourglasses at the door, the gems inside are even more glittering.

Everything is so familiar, so warm.

“God,” Ron shook his head vigorously, splashing the water all over the place, “if this continues, the lake will be flooded. I’m a **** – oops!”

A large red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and exploded above Ron’s head.

Ron put his hand over his head in a panic, but the water didn’t hit him.

When he looked up, he realized that it was Hermione waving her wand and using the whirlwind to bind the water into a ball.

But then the second water bomb fell again, and Ron saw that twenty feet above their heads was floating the prankster Peeves.

He was short, wearing a hat with a bell and an orange bow tie. He held up the water balloon again, aiming at the flustered children below, the muscles on the wide, mischievous face tensed.

But this time he kicked the iron plate, Hermione didn’t get used to him, and waved his arm directly, and those bound water **** shot up into the sky, wrapping Peeves suspended in the sky.

The next moment, the troublemaker seemed to be caught in the washing machine, rolling up and down in the water polo, spinning rapidly.

“Oh, Hermione!” a voice called out. “What are you doing? Just stop and don’t use magic in the hallway!”

Professor McGonagall, Vice-Chancellor of Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor House, rushed out of the Great Hall. The ground was so wet that she slipped and grabbed Ron’s neck to avoid falling.

“Oh–I’m sorry, Mr. Wesley–”

“It’s okay, Professor!” Ron gasped, rubbing his throat.

When Hermione heard Professor McGonagall’s words, she didn’t continue. With a flick of her hand, the ball of water polo wrapped in Peeves was like a cannonball. what place.

“Okay, let’s go!”

Professor McGonagall adjusted her top hat and glanced at Hermione through the square glasses, but did not criticize her.

After all, as a good student, there is always some privilege in front of the teacher.

“Enter the auditorium, hurry up!” Professor McGonagall said sternly to the drenched crowd.

Clark, Neville, and Hermione slid across the hallway, through the two facing doors on the right.

The auditorium was still as splendid as it was, and it was specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles hovered above the table, illuminating the gold saucers and goblets below.

The four long college tables were already full of chattering students.

At the top of the auditorium, there is a fifth table, and faculty members sit one by one in high-backed chairs at one side of the table, facing their students.

Compared with the violent storm outside, it is obviously much warmer here.

Clark and his party walked past the students of Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and then sat at the table at the end of the auditorium with other Gryffindor students.

Next to them was the ghost of Gryffindor, Nick, who was almost headless.

This unfortunate guy was not completely cut off because the executioner who beheaded the head didn’t sharpen the axe, so that his neck was not completely cut off, and there was still a little flesh and blood connected.

Tonight he wore his usual tight top, but with an extra large ruffled collar for two purposes.

One was to look more festive, and the other was to make sure his head wouldn’t shake too much on his half-severed neck. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

“Good evening.” He smiled at them and said, “How was your summer vacation?!”

“Not bad!” Clark nodded with a smile.

They were just about to chat when Colin happened to be dragging his wet robes and sat between them.

“Clark, you come first, it’s really raining!”

Colin took off his sneakers and poured out the water inside. “I stood there for a while in the hallway. I originally wanted to see my brother crossing the lake, but it was so dark that I couldn’t see anything.”

His younger brother, Dennis Creevey, was on the train just now, and they had already met Clark.

The little guy had a taupe head and looked exactly like Colin, only more energetic.

Obviously, Colin had told him a lot about Hogwarts before, and had praised Clark greatly in front of him.

So much so that when the little guy saw Clark, he was so excited that he almost couldn’t breathe, and said a lot of deeds related to him.

That look is simply a replica of Colin seeing Harry when he first saw him.

“I wish they were sorted soon, I can’t wait!” Colin said. “I wish he was sorted in Gryffindor! Clark, can you pray for him with me?! Harry, you Come too, okay?”

They then shifted the topic to whether the siblings were all in the same college.

Ron thought that was the case, since all seven of their children were placed in Gryffindor House.

Hermione, however, cites the example of Parvati Patil, whose twin sister is in Ravenclaw, and they both look exactly alike.

Time passed by their arguments, until the sorting ceremony was over, and Colin’s younger brother was sorted into Gryffindor House.