Hogwarts Homecoming

Passed the first round of assessment?

After the fierce battle so far, the remaining members of the Warriors team looked at each other, wondering what Malfoy wanted to express.

Hooray!

Hermione patted the Thestral's head when he sat down, and suddenly landed at the same position as Harry. She asked eagerly,

"In other words, there will be a second round. Or a third round? The remaining students will be responsible for the remaining level tests?"

Draco glanced at Hermione expressionlessly, as if he didn't bother to return to her question, but in the end he nodded.

"second round"

Ron on the Thestral's back immediately showed a 'sad' expression, and he wailed,

"If each college is responsible for one level, there shouldn't be four rounds!"

"etc!"

Fleur suddenly shouted, and she stared at Malfoy in surprise.

"You said we passed the first assessment but Beauxbatons has lost its school badge, right?"

Malfoy said coldly,

"The real test is to defeat us. As long as you achieve this, you will have completed this round of tests. The school badge is not a necessary factor for victory, but a necessary factor for failure."

It seemed that the Slytherins were really not ready to resist. They put away their wands one after another. Astoria gritted her teeth and dragged her injured arm to the trap made by Neville and the others, waving her wand. Daphne, who fainted from the pain, was brought out from the bottom of the cave.

"A necessary factor for failure?"

Hermione and the other three controlled the Thestral to the ground. Harry quickly turned over and dismounted. After patting the snoring Thestral on the head, he frowned and looked at Malfoy.

"what does that mean?"

"Before defeating us, if all four school badges are taken away by us, then everyone will be disqualified from the competition, and your final score will be judged by your performance during the battle with us."

Draco said calmly, he raised his wand and fired red sparks into the sky to signify his exit from the game.

Anyone who is still awake can continue the challenge, but no one cheers for this. They are all thinking about what Malfoy just said.

Hermione squinted, her brown pupils flashing with strange light.

The school badge is not important, defeating Slytherin is the criterion for victory?

Judging from this rule, Professor Braine had obviously misled everyone before, but Hermione had no time to be angry about this. This was not the first time Professor Braine had done this.

But if the assessment standard is to defeat Slytherin, this is not something that any warrior team can do alone. It must be achieved by several parties joining forces.

In fact, this is also the case. Slytherin's defeat had different contributions from all four teams.

If Fleur hadn't destroyed Malfoy's broomstick, if Cedric's team hadn't exhausted Malfoy and the others to the limit, if Viktor hadn't brought his own people to the rescue in time, if it hadn't been for the Thestrals. Hermione and the three came to make the final decision.

No one has discovered this hidden, but obviously more reasonable victory condition, but due to various coincidences, the four teams finally worked together to complete this challenge.

Wow!

The leaves shook rapidly, and several security officers riding broomsticks appeared in the open space.

When he got off the broomstick, Snape had a lazy expression, which always meant that he was in a pretty good mood.

Under many silent gazes, Snape waved his wand, and then, a stretcher suddenly appeared under Daphne and lifted Daphne up gently.

"Let me see your injuries, Greengrass—"

Snape took Astoria's left arm and looked at it carefully. His expression turned slightly sinister. He shook his wand and cast a few spells. Then, Astoria's painful expression began to ease. Quite a few.

"Will it leave a scar, Professor Snape?"

After hesitating for a moment, Astoria asked softly.

"I don't think so, Greengrass, but you'd better go see Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible."

Professor Snape looked at Neville with cold eyes.

"You must thank Mr. Longbottom for showing mercy."

After being glanced at by Snape's stern gaze, Neville felt that his scalp was in trouble. He knew that he was destined to not have a happy time in the Potions class for the next period of time.

"I have to take her, honey—"

On the other side, Mrs. Hooch put Triana on the stretcher and said to Fleur in a gentle tone.

"But she'll wake up later, ma'am!"

Furong said unconvinced,

"She hasn't lost her ability to play."

"But losing consciousness at the end of the first round of stage competition means failure."

Professor Victor, who was putting Poliarco and Rankardel on the stretcher, turned back to Fleur and said humorously,

"Otherwise, for those injured players, can we also treat their injuries before sending them to the competition? This will be endless, right?"

Fleur had nothing to say and could only watch Madam Huo Qi take away his teammates, while Viktor could only sigh unwillingly.

"Now, is there anyone else who wants to voluntarily withdraw from the competition?"

Mrs. Hoqi looked at everyone on the field with concern, her eyes finally fixed on Neville.

Of all the people, Neville was injured the most. After a close fight with Draco, he had scars all over his body, and there was even a hideous blood scab on his forehead!

"You look badly hurt, Neville."

After hesitating for a moment, Cedric walked up to Neville and looked at him sincerely.

"I think you should go down for treatment."

When the fierce battle was over, the pain from the wound became clear immediately. Neville brushed his forehead with his fingertips and immediately grimaced in pain. The pain from the scars on his body was also tormenting his nerves.

"Hiss"

Neville took a breath,

"I don't want to show off. It really hurts, but I have a way to solve it. So, I want to stay, Madam Hooch."

"Oh, I was going to rest--"

Luna shrugged her shoulders and said happily,

"But if you want to stay, Neville, I will stay with you."

"If you have decided"

Madam Hooch looked at Neville and Luna with appreciation,

"Then I wish you good luck. Let's go, Severus, Setima, let's send these poor children to treatment, and the little warriors of Slytherin, you leave with us."

Madam Hooch waved her wand and summoned several flying brooms.

"Here you go--"

After getting on the broom, Malfoy took out the school badge of Beauxbatons from his pocket and threw it to Fleur.

"The school badge is the door to the next level."

After saying this, Draco slightly kicked his feet, glanced at Harry, followed the three professors and slowly floated into the air. Soon, he disappeared from the sight of the four warriors.

"The door to the next level"

Fleur held the lost and recovered school badge and looked back and forth, with a puzzled look on her face.

And Ron, Cedric and Viktor also took out the school badges of their respective teams.

Swoosh!

With four consecutive screams, the four school badges flew out of their palms, quickly grew larger in the air, and after landing, they became the same door as the one the warriors passed through when they entered the Forbidden Forest.

"Again?"

Ron rolled his eyes weakly.

Let alone Ron, everyone's eyebrows were filled with fatigue to varying degrees. This high-intensity competition was too exhausting for them.

"Wait a moment."

Neville suddenly said, then turned and ran into the woods. He bent down in their sight, picked up the plants, vines, and shrubs in the woods, and finally ran back with some plant leaves.

"Here--"

Neville distributed them to everyone in turn,

"The juice of these leaves after crushing can help wound recovery and relieve pain."

"Oh, you are so noble!"

Fleur said with emotion.

After hesitating for a while, Harry looked at Hermione and Ron.

"You want to carry forward your style, right?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders, took off his backpack from his back, and distributed the remaining food to the remaining players on the field.

Half an hour later, the four teams, whose physical strength had been replenished, stood in front of the portal again.