Hogwarts Homecoming

"What, I-I want to attend with--you guys?"

When Harry excitedly told Ron that the three of them would appear together in the Triwizard Tournament, Ron's eyes were immediately wide-eyed in shock, and his mouth was so long that he could fit an egg into it.

That was the Triwizard Tournament!

That was the Triwizard Tournament, which was broadcast live across the European wizarding world. Countless wizards were paying close attention to the game.

Being able to show your face in the game is not only a supreme honor, but if you can win the game, you can also receive a huge Galleons reward.

Ron would never forget that at the beginning of this school year, when Hermione was selected as the Champion of the Tournament, he even fell out with Hermione and Harry out of jealousy.

But he didn't expect that one day, he would be able to stand on the playing field legitimately!

Not only Ron, but also Lavender, Seamus and Dean who heard the conversation looked stunned.

"Have you really decided?"

Ron, who had just been exposed by Harry and Hermione about his intimate relationship with Lavender, his bright red face not only did not deepen further, but instead turned pale. He looked at Hermione and stammered,

"Consider me. Let me be your teammate?"

"Unless you don't want to?"

Hermione raised a brow.

"Oh, no, of course I am—"

Ron bit his lip,

"But your teammate in physical education class, Neville, may be the best choice. His sword may have a greater effect than mine."

Lavender immediately became anxious, but before she could say anything, she was stopped by Harry's stern eyes.

"Neville has been picked out by Cedric, Ron -"

Harry said.

"That Ginny"

Ron's breathing was slightly rapid, and his tone didn't sound like he was trying to convince Harry and Hermione, but more like he was trying to convince himself.

"She is also your teammate in physical education class, right? Hermione, I know that Ginny is actually very powerful."

"Yeah, that's right—"

Hermione said calmly,

"But I picked you. I have already reported your name to Professor Brain. There is no chance to change it. If you don't want to, Harry and I will go on the field."

For a moment, Ron's face turned red again,

"Of course I am willing, Hermione, but...well, I may hold you back. After all, I am not as professional as you."

"Don't be stupid, Ron—"

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled,

"We know you have worked hard, and I believe you will work well with me and Harry."

Ron finally laughed too.

Several people returned to the sofa by the fireplace, and the atmosphere became relaxed.

"So, did Professor Brain tell you what you are going to try in the third game?"

The excited Seamus asked impatiently.

"Oh, I don't know-"

Hermione said with some distress,

"His sense of confidentiality is much better than that of the Ministry of Magic. So far, we only know that the competition venue is in the Forbidden Forest."

"Forbidden Forest."

Dean said with a slightly awed tone,

"The possibilities are many. There is everything there. You know, there are many dangerous magical creatures."

"But since you have already faced the fire dragon in the first game-"

Harry objected.

"There are no creatures that are as dangerous as fire dragons, or even more dangerous, Harry -"

Hermione's face turned pale as she began to think about this issue seriously.

"The "New York Ghost" once reported that Professor Brain dealt with a poisonous leopard in New York. That creature was as fast as lightning and its breath was highly poisonous. It is said that it took a hundred wizards to deal with a poisonous leopard. , if we meet——"

Hermione's expression became visibly anxious and uneasy.

"Should we go to the library now to find out if there is any way to restrain the Poisonous Leopard?"

"These are all uncertainties, Hermione."

Harry said rationally,

"I suggest asking Hagrid. No one knows more about the dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest than he does."

Hermione's brown eyes flashed with interest, but then she hesitated again.

"No, Harry, this is cheating."

Harry rolled his eyes secretly in his mind, knowing that Hermione was getting pedantic again.

"Ask, Hermione -"

Although he decided to participate, Ron's lips still turned white nervously,

"Isn't asking for information one of the tests of the Triwizard Tournament?"

This is the truth. Hermione frowned and fell into thinking, while the people around her were chattering and persuading,

"Oh, stop making noise!"

Hermione, who was annoyed, shouted angrily,

"I need to think carefully about whether this is appropriate!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other with helpless faces, but at the same time, they also reached a consensus in the interaction of their eyes. Regardless of whether Hermione was willing to go to Hagrid to "make a small stove", they were going to ask anyway. .

By lunch time, the news spread like wildfire that each warrior could be equipped with two assistants.

The little wizards in the auditorium were discussing two topics. One was the reason why Professor Brain set up this witty device, and the other was the final exam of the physical education class.

"Professor Brain won't let you talk?"

Harry looked confusedly at Fred and George, who had evil smiles on their faces.

"But...what's so secret about this?"

Hermione also gave Ginny a questioning look.

"Sorry, Hermione—"

Ginny also responded to Hermione with an apologetic smile, but there was a hint of playfulness and expectation in her smile.

"Professor Brain made us sign a confidentiality agreement and a security agreement."

Confidentiality Agreement and Security Agreement.

Harry blinked his green eyes and remembered the thick pile of parchment that Professor Brain brought to the class. At the same time, he also rang the ingenious Defense Against the Dark Arts class 'Practical Lesson' in his second year.

"Could it be that?!"

Harry stared at Fred and George in shock.

"Professor Brain wants you to deal with many Inferi at once?"

"Ahem, don't ask!"

George had a smile on his face, but his serious tone made Harry and the three of them roll their eyes in ridicule.

"Ask but you can't tell!"

While the little wizards were anxiously discussing these two issues while eating, Amosta was also making an announcement to the other two warriors in the student safety office.

"That's the rule--"

Amosta said to Wickeddom and Fleur and Madame Maxime. He held up two fingers to them and smiled.

"You can each choose two helpers for yourself, and the scope is limited to the young wizards you brought from this school."

After a short silence, Madame Maxime expressed her opinion somewhat unhappily.

"It's not fair, Amosta, we bring limited students, and the two warriors of Hogwarts have a wider selection. So."

Madame Maxime glanced at Fleur who was thinking, and also stretched out three fingers with emerald and opal rings.

"The warriors of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons should have three helpers."

"I'm sorry, ma'am--"

Amosta smiled and shook his head.

“While I agree with your statement, the two champions of Hogwarts have a wider range to choose from.

However, the students brought by Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are all used to compete for the title of Warriors of the Tournament. They are all the elites of your respective schools. Even if all the students from the two schools are brought over, the assistants will only be there. produced among these people. "

Madame Maxime wanted to argue, but Amosta continued,

"The assistants chosen by the two warriors of Hogwarts are all minors. The youngest of them, Luna Lovegood, is only thirteen years old in the third year. Madam, therefore, I cannot agree to your request. ”

Madame Maxime had nothing to say.

"Wickdom--"

Amosta turned his head and looked at the big boy opposite the sofa.

"Regarding the situation of the third game, I have notified your Principal Dregern in advance. He will arrive at Hogwarts this weekend evening to give you encouragement and guidance."

Wickdom nodded silently, his face no longer looking sinister.

"That's the way it is--"

Amosta stood up and said gently,

"If there are no other questions, I think we can go down together..."

"etc--"

Furong suddenly raised her hand,

"If you don't mind...can I have a chat with you alone?"