Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

After thinking for a long time, Bagman was about to start instructing the warriors.

Fudge jumped out at this time and talked to several warriors with a big belly.

"The first project will be held on November 24th. The specific project of the competition cannot be revealed to you now.

It tests your courage to face the unknown. Your only weapon is the wand.

After the first project is over, you will get clues for the second project.

Because the competition is very intense and lasts for a long time, the warriors will not take the annual exam."

Fudge ignored Bagman's dissatisfied face and finished speaking in one breath, turning to several principals.

"I said very specific, do you have anything to add?"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Cornelly, thank you, you couldn't say it better."

Then he prepared to treat everyone to the latest dessert as a midnight snack, but everyone was not very interested, so they dispersed.

The hall was empty, and the candle flames were already very weak, which made the grinning smile of the pumpkin lantern look weird and strange.

In the dim corridor, Shaw walked in front, and Harry and Draco followed behind.

The two wanted to talk but stopped, wanting to ask the chief who wanted to harm them.

Before, they had naturally fantasized about becoming warriors on behalf of Hogwarts, but that was just a joke, a fantasy, a daydream.

They had never really considered becoming warriors seriously. After all, the dangers of the championship, according to their own information, were extremely dangerous.

The two were not as naive as in the original book, and they had no understanding of the cruelty of reality.

Draco couldn't bear it after all, took a few quick steps, and turned on the 100,000 whys mode.

"Chief, who wants us to participate in the competition? And make sure we can be selected.

Is this to help us? Or do you want us to make a fool of ourselves? Or even to harm us?"

Harry also spoke urgently.

"Chief, is it really that Voldemort wants to harm us? Professor Moody's guess may be right?"

The two brothers had no objection to the need to average the scores obtained during the competition, so they did not mention it.

Shaw turned his head and hid the thought in his eyes.

"Your energy now is not to pursue who is calculating you, but to focus more on hard training.

After all, there is less than a month before you will face a cruel competition."

The two of them rubbed their hair in sync, looked at each other in distress, and then looked at Shaw expectantly.

"Chief, you will help us, right."

Shaw shook his head.

"It is impossible for me to let you go on the field. As for the powerful spells I want to teach you, they cannot be learned in a short time.

What's more, your own magic reserves are not enough now, and my unique magic storage poker and spell poker cannot be brought to the field."

Harry's face was pale, and Draco's hair drooped.

Shaw smiled and patted them on the shoulders.

"Don't worry too much. Compared with the spell level of previous students and students from other schools, you are already at the level of sixth grade. Compared with other warriors, the difference is not much."

As he said, he flipped through the ring and found a few notebooks that he usually recorded when studying basic magic.

"Take it. Within a month, do the contents above exactly. There will be no problem passing the first round of the competition."

The two of them were overjoyed. They took the notebooks and flipped through them randomly, and discussed the matters of training together every day in the future.

Shaw did not immediately tell the two about the specific items of the first competition.

Although cheating is a tradition of the championship.

Shaw did not intend to let Harry and Draco use too many tricks. After all, this was a rare training.

"Okay, let's go back and rest.

By the way, Harry, don't care about other people's strange looks, and keep a calm mind.

Sometimes, the more people laugh at you, the more they want to be you."

Harry didn't understand what Shaw meant for a while, but when he returned to Gryffindor alone, he deeply understood what it meant to be afraid of what people said.

Questioning, complaining, curious, inquiring...

Harry had no way to get away. When he wanted to sneak to the stairs leading to the dormitory, the crowd surrounded him.

No one was willing to understand that he was tired, and no one was willing to listen to his explanation that he didn't put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

After drinking a bellyful of butter beer, Harry felt even more uncomfortable when he returned to the dormitory.

The eyes of several roommates...

After Draco and Shaw returned to Slytherin together, there was no such trouble.

There was only lively celebration and pride.

Even if some little snakes were extremely jealous, they knew when to advance and retreat and dared not show it.

Shaw did not participate in the snakeAfter returning to the dormitory, he sent a message to Old Fly.

Directly asked if the other party had sent someone to do something in the Goblet of Fire.

The other party quickly sent back a message, swearing on the honor of Old Fly that he had never done this.

Xiao Er thought about it and ruled out Fly's suspicion, because it was unnecessary.

Then he lay on the bed and thought quietly, trying to sort out the clues he found in the accident tonight.

But before he thought for long, the communication poker dedicated to Vita also sent a message.

Xiao Er read the message and moved his heart. It was a good opportunity to discuss with Vita, the thoughtful surrogate mother.

Immediately summoned Ziying, and disappeared in the dormitory with the surge of purple light.

Outside the town of Hogsmeade.

In the inner hall of the throne palace dedicated to Xiao Er, Xiao Er interacted with Ziying for a while after appearing, and then walked out of the inner hall and came to a side hall.

Vita, wearing a lavender tight windbreaker, also happened to walk in from outside.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and when they looked at each other, their eyes were full of tenderness.

Vita put away her vigorous temperament and took the initiative to give Xiaoer a warm hug.

"Child, how are you doing recently?"

Xiaoer was a little awkward, but not uncomfortable, and nodded.

"Mother, everything is fine."

After the two separated, they sat down on the dragon leather sofa nearby. Vita was not a nagging person, and went straight to the point.

"I have received news about what happened tonight. Do you have any guesses?"

Xiaoer pondered for a moment, quickly prepared a draft in his mind, and said the information that he had not said when the parties were arguing before.

"The people who threw Harry and Draco's names into the Goblet of Fire should not be from the same group.

There was indeed a powerful wizard who used powerful confusion to deceive the Goblet of Fire, making it think that Harry was the only applicant in the sixth magic school.

This way, Harry would be 100% selected as the champion.

This matter is inseparable from Voldemort. As for the suspect, I have already guessed it.

I didn't say it at the time to paralyze the other party.

As for Draco being selected as the champion, it was indeed as I said, the Goblet of Fire was tampered with before it was officially handed over to the UK.

To be precise, the Goblet of Fire would choose me, but I did not participate in the champion selection, so a young wizard who was closest to me was selected.

Well, Draco should have been implicated by me."