Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Principal Dumbledore's introduction continued.

“At the same time, in October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors... There will be a grand welcome party.

"An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the top three. Oh, I think it should be called the top four. Our new students and professors are also very interested in this competition..."

For some reason, the idea of ​​"there are five of the top four brave men" suddenly popped into Robert's mind.

"The final winner will win honor for his school, and he will also receive a personal bonus of 1,000 Galleons."

"That's great!" Fred jumped up with an expression of surprise on his face, "I must participate in this!"

"I think this may not work...Mr. Weasley." Principal Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, "Considering that there have been deaths in previous games..."

The little wizards were in an uproar, and for a moment, all thoughts were extinguished.

If they died, what else would they do in this kind of competition? !

The twins also hesitated, but still wanted to struggle, so they puffed up their chests and proudly said, "We are not afraid of death!"

Principal Dumbledore had a headache, probably because Professor McGonagall was not here tonight, and the little wizards looked particularly naughty.

He half-wanted to drag Professor Snape out of his laboratory and make a fuss.

Otherwise, pull people out now!

Professor Snape, who was hiding in the room and brewing the potion, felt a chill. When his hand shook, the original lavender potion instantly turned into a thick, gray liquid.

His face suddenly fell, and with a wave of Professor Snape's wand, the cauldron was empty.

"In short, neither the competition organizers nor the Ministry of Magic will allow underage wizards to participate in this competition..." Principal Dumbledore glanced at the twins thoughtfully.

"I myself will ensure that no student under the age can deceive our impartial referee and become a warrior of Hogwarts." He emphasized again, "Here, I ask those students under the age of seventeen not to waste time. submit application."

The little wizards instantly became dejected. They were very frustrated that they had no way to participate in this matter.

Especially the twins, Robert felt like they were going crazy.

"Ahhh! Why can't we turn seventeen before Halloween?!" the twins wailed.

Speaking of which, both he and the twins will not turn seventeen until next year, but Cedric unexpectedly met the competition requirements because his birthday was in October.

"Now, please welcome our new friends..."

As his words fell, some students wearing pink and gold wizard robes, led by their teacher, walked into the auditorium.

They stood under the teacher's desk, then bowed deeply and said in unison, "Please give me more advice."

The little wizards looked confused. Some of them subconsciously stood up and wanted to bow in return. After they really stood up, they sat down with red faces, but their eyes kept stealing glances at those wearing light pink dresses. …

Witch.

Yes, for some unknown purpose, the three rows in front are all witches, while the wizards stand in the last row. The height of the neon people is well known to the world. The little witches put on high heels. After that, the little wizards didn't have much sense of existence left.

So...as far as the eye can see, there are girls with high heels wearing long robes and white stockings.

The blush slowly crept up the cheeks of the little wizards, and their eyes were straight, staring blankly at these gentle-tempered neon girls.

When I bent down just now.

They seem...

"Everyone in the Magic Institute, you can join each college according to your preferences." Principal Dumbledore said, "But please remember, once you choose, you will not regret it."

The opening dinner ended quickly, and the little badgers watched curiously as several little witches wearing light pink wizard robes joined the team returning to the dormitory.

"Are you all from Neon Country?" A young wizard asked curiously.

"Yes." A witch replied softly, with a soft voice that seemed easy to bully. The little wizard suddenly had some thoughts that he shouldn't have, and then suppressed them in a panic.

Robert counted and found that there were more neon wizards entering Hufflepuff, but basically they were all witches. The wizards all went to Slytherin. The remaining people were divided into two halves, one half went to Gryffindor, and the other Half went to Ravenclaw.

The little badgers were a little shy at first, after all, these ladies are so beautiful! Moreover, the witch robes of the Neon Country are completely different from those of the Rotten Country. They highlight the witch's curvy figure and make the little wizards who have entered puberty feel a little ready to move.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that so many foreign wizards suddenly came.

"Okay, guys." The new prefect who took office this year shouted, "I know you have all kinds of curiosity and want to ask a lot of things, but don't forget, starting tomorrow morning, we will all conduct wizard level evaluations. Now? Shouldn’t we listen to their opinions and ask about the specific testing process?”

The little badgers all showed surprised expressions. Obviously, some people didn't know about it, or they just regarded it as a rumor and joke.

"Is this true?" someone asked loudly.

"Of course it's true! Do you think we have been arguing all afternoon just to find a reason for you to laugh at us?" the prefect shouted angrily, "Don't we all need to coax our girlfriends?"

The little badgers roared with laughter.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, stay back," the prefect shouted, "Come on, come on, freshmen, stand in front, let us old guys tell you how to enter Hufflepuff."

The senior little badgers gathered together and laughed as they watched the new prefect hurriedly comforting the crying little badgers.

Because a few little badgers hit the wrong syllables and were doused with vinegar, the smell almost turned him into a pickle.

"I just said it's too much trouble to take care of these little brats!" A certain drunkard burped and laughed, "Fortunately the prefect is not me!"

Summers kicked this guy aside angrily. His whole body exuded a stench that was even worse than dragon dung. The little badgers were well-informed, and stirring dragon dung was commonplace, but for this The terrible smell is still unbearable.

After laughing and pushing the person to the ground, he drank a lot of sobering soup. Lawrence opened his eyes drowsily. He yawned, and the smell of alcohol hit his face.

Smelling that smell, the little badgers turned red, staggered, and their steps were a little unsteady, as if they would fall down at any time.