Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Regarding whether the Triwizard Tournament was due to the alliance caused by the Mongolian Western Expedition, or because of the friendship between several universities, Harry and the others were actually not very concerned.

After all, that is a thing of the past.

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

"It's held every five years?" Ron said in surprise. "But I've never heard of it. Bill, Charlie, and Percy certainly didn't participate in such a competition, nor did they go to the other two magic schools." Pass."

"Since the Triwizard Tournament has been discontinued for centuries, I can't believe they're going to resume..." said Hermione.

"Interruption! Why?" Harry asked.

"Because there are too many deaths," Clark replied, "a few centuries ago, wizards were not as delicate as they are now, so the Triwizard Tournament at that time was not only dangerous, but also had no safety measures."

"Yes, often after a game, the little wizards lost their arms and legs, and some of them even lost their lives," said Hermione, "so this dangerous and bloody game was called off. gone."

"Of course, I'm actually more inclined to stop the Triwizard Tournament because the relationship between European countries deteriorated and wars broke out frequently, which led to a gap between wizards from various countries, so that the Triwizard Tournament was suspended." Clark added.

"So why are they restarting again this year?" Harry asked.

George waved his hand indifferently, "Oh, Harry, you don't care why it restarted, isn't it good 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 resume the Triwizard Tournament, but due to various reasons, it always failed.

But this time, due to some problems in the international environment, the 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 will not encounter life-threatening danger. "

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

Needless to say, Harry, Ron, George and Fred all wanted to be Hogwarts champions, only Hermione didn't think that was possible.

"In the previous triwizard competitions, 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 intelligent student in that school.

Do you think it is possible for you to compete with the seniors in the seventh grade? "

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

The train continued to travel north, and the rain outside the train was getting heavier and harder.

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

After learning what they wanted to know from Clark, the few young wizards discussed for a while, and finally calmed down.

After all, they really don't know much about the Triwizard Tournament.

After George and Fred returned to their cubicle, Hermione opened the "Standard Spells Level Four"

Harry and Ron played magic cards, while Clark and Neville watched from the sidelines.

"It's time for me to draw a card," Ron glanced at the card he had just drawn, and shouted happily when he left, "It's 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, and he spewed a mouthful of flames towards the sky.

"My turn is over."

"It's my turn, draw a card!" Harry said, and then picked up a card, "Damn it, it's another goblin. Why can't I get a golden dragon? My golden dragon bond is only short of this card!"

He had no choice but to cover the monster card, Ron drew another card, and then launched an attack on his monster.

"Activate the special effect of the fire dragon fetter - [Frenzy]! All monsters have a 50% increase in attack speed,

50% movement speed, charge! "

Although Harry also successfully drew the [Golden Dragon] card afterwards, which allowed him to get extra gold coins every round, as well as various magical prop cards, he still failed miserably because of too late development.

When the two card games were over, the small trolley that served food rattled and pushed along the aisle.

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

After lunch, in the afternoon, friends from Clark and others began to pour into this compartment non-stop.

There was Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Colin Creevey, a boy who adored Harry and who was Clark's full-time photographer for their Hogwarts Journal.

Seamus still wears his Irish coat of arms, though some of its magic seems to be wearing off with time.

It was still screaming "Troyon! Malait! Moran!", but the voice was limp, as if exhausted.

Colin Creevey listened eagerly while 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."

"Yeah," said Ron, "look at this, Colin..."

He rummaged through the boxes on the luggage rack for a while, and pulled out the little Viktor Krum figurine.

"Wow, that's great," Colin said enviously as Ron placed the Krum figurine in the palm of his hand.

"We saw him up there, pretty close," said Ron, "we were sitting in the top box—"

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

The few of them changed into their school uniforms, the car door opened, the rain outside became heavier, and there was rumbling thunder in the air.

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

It rained hard and fast, as if buckets of cold water were being poured on each of them.

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

"Hagrid!" Harry yelled, seeing a huge figure on the other side of the platform.

"Hello, Harry!"

Hagrid, who was welcoming the freshmen, replied gruffly, waving his hands, "If we don't get drowned, see you at the banquet!"

According to the custom, these first-grade children will follow him to ferry across the lake and enter the Hogwarts castle.

This is a school tradition in honor of the four founders of Hogwarts who discovered the castle.

"Oh, I can't imagine ferrying across the lake in this weather." Hermione was shivering from the cold wind.

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

Outside the station, a hundred horseless carriages were waiting for them.

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

The car door was slammed shut, and a moment later, accompanied by a violent jolt, the long carriage rumbled off along the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, splashing water splashing along the way.

The carriage passed through the gate with winged wild boar sculptures on both sides, and drove along the wide flagstone driveway. Due to the strong wind and torrential rain, the carriage shook violently.

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

On the dark and gloomy castle, many lighted windows shone dimly behind the thick rain curtain.

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Their carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates. At this moment, a flash of lightning cut through the sky, and the people in the front 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 at a time. They didn't raise their heads until they entered the cave-like deep entrance hall.

In the spacious and bright foyer, torches burning magic flames are lit, and the marble staircase is magnificent. There are four huge hourglasses at the door, and the gemstones inside are shining with charming light.

Everything is so familiar, so warm.

"My God," Ron shook his head vigorously, splashing water droplets everywhere, "if this continues, the lake will flood. I'm a drowned chicken - oops!"

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and exploded over Ron's head.

Ron covered his head with his hands in a panic, but no water fell on him.

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

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

He was short and wore a hat with bells and an orange bow tie. He held up the water balloon again, aiming at the flustered children below, the muscles of his mischievous broad face tensed.

But this time he kicked the iron board, Hermione didn't let him go, she just waved her arms, and the bound water polo shot up into the sky, enveloping Peeves floating in the sky.

In the next moment, the troublemaker rolled up and down in the water polo as if being sucked into a washing machine, spinning rapidly.

"Oh, Hermione!" said a voice. "What are you doing? Stop using magic in the hall!"

The vice-principal of Hogwarts and head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, rushed out of the auditorium. The floor was so wet that she slipped and grabbed Ron's neck to keep from falling.

"Ouch—I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley—"

"It's all right, Professor!" gasped Ron, rubbing his throat.

Hermione didn't continue when she heard Professor McGonagall's words. Her hands shook, and the ball of water wrapped in Peeves flew out of the hall like a cannonball with Peeves screaming. where.

"Okay, let's go!"

Professor McGonagall adjusted the peaked hat on her head and glanced at Hermione through the square-rimmed glasses, but she did not criticize her.

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

"Get into the hall, hurry up!" said Professor McGonagall sternly to the drenched crowd.

Clark, Neville and Hermione slid across the hall and through the double doors on the right.

The auditorium is still so splendid, and it has been decorated for the new semester banquet.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the gold saucers and goblets beneath.

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

At the top of the auditorium, there was a fifth table, and the staff sat one by one in high-backed chairs on one side of the table, facing their students.

Compared with the violent wind and rain outside, it is obviously much warmer here.

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

Next to them is the ghost of Gryffindor House - Nearly Headless Nick.

This unlucky guy's neck was not completely cut off because the executioner who beheaded him didn't sharpen his axe, and there was still a little flesh connecting it.

Tonight he was wearing his usual doublet, but with a particularly large ruff, which served two purposes.

One was to look more festive, and the other was to keep his head from dangling too much on the half-severed neck.

"Good evening," he said to them with a smile, "How was your summer vacation?!"

"Not bad!" Clark nodded with a smile.

They were just about to chat when Colin happened to sit between them, dragging his wet robes.

"Clark, you come in first, the rain is really heavy!"

Colin took off his sneakers and poured out the water, "I stood in the hall for a while, originally wanting to see how my brother crossed the lake, but it was so dark that I couldn't see anything."

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

The little guy, with his taupe hair, looked a lot like Colin, only more alive.

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

As soon as the little guy saw Clark, he was so excited that he almost couldn't breathe, and told a lot of deeds related to him.

That look was simply a replica of what Colin saw Harry when he first met him.

"I wish they 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 conversation to whether siblings were all in the same college.

Ron thought that was true, since all seven of their children were sorted into Gryffindor houses.

However, Hermione gave the example of Parvati Patil, whose twin sister was in Ravenclaw, and they looked exactly the same.

Time passed amidst their arguments, until the sorting ceremony ended, and Colin's brother was sorted into Gryffindor College.