Harry Potter Reborn

October 1994.

Friday afternoon.

Harry and Hermione walked out of the Potions class. When they passed the foyer, they could no longer move forward because a large group of students were crowded around a huge notice erected at the foot of the marble stairs.

Someone read the notice aloud:

【Triwizard Tournament】

"Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools will arrive at six o'clock in the evening on Friday, October 30th. The afternoon classes will end half an hour early——"

"At that time, please bring your schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, greet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet."

Neville said happily: "The last class on Friday is Potions class! Merlin, I am so happy!"

Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff College squeezed out from the crowd, his eyes sparkling, and said: "It's only a week, I don't know if Cedric knows about it. I'll go and tell him..."

"Cedric? Why does it sound so familiar?" Harry said.

Hermione said: "You forgot, it was the one you... ugh, I feel like vomiting, physically."

Harry said: "Please speak clearly...but why does he have the nerve to participate in this Triwizard Tournament?"

Hermione was also confused: "Maybe they just want to do the opposite, win the championship and wash away the shame. Hum, if they really become a warrior then, you will be embarrassed."

Harry said: "Don't get involved with me, okay? No matter what you say, I'm too lazy to play child's games."

…

This announcement in the foyer had a clear impact on the people in Hogwarts.

In the next week, no matter where Harry went, the students seemed to be talking about only one topic: the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry's ears were getting calluses hearing all these words.

Some hot topics, such as highly contagious bacteria, are considered off the trending list if they are not discussed by everyone more than ten times a day: Who will compete to be the champion of Hogwarts, what events will there be in the competition, Booth

How are the students of Barton and Durmstrang different from them?

Harry also noticed that the castle seemed to be undergoing a thorough cleaning. All the dirty portraits had been scrubbed clean, and the characters who were scrubbed were very dissatisfied.

They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering unhappily, grinning in pain every time they touched the newly exposed pink flesh on their faces.

Upgraded from old bacon to fresh meat.

Every knight in armor suddenly became shiny, and no longer creaked when walking. They were probably lubricated, but there seemed to be something wrong with the place where the lubricant was applied. Harry saw several armored knights moving around.

Sometimes, there is something wrong with my posture.

Helena has been very busy with work recently and has no time to take care of Harry. She floats around the school every day to supervise her classmates. In order to prevent the school's hygiene from being damaged or even the walls from being destroyed by magic, she has set many rules.

At least to be observed until the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students.

Otherwise, looks can be used as food.

In the past, if Filch added a rule, he would be scolded by students behind his back.

At this time, Helena wrote a list of school rules on the blackboard, but the boys all accepted it happily.

Oh, bah, despicable.

In addition to students, professors also seemed extremely nervous.

"Longbottom, for your grandma's sake, please don't reveal your secret to the people in Durmstrang and let them see that you don't even know a simple transformation spell!" Professor McGonagall said when class was about to end.

shouted sternly.

Because in front of her, Neville accidentally grafted his ear onto a cactus.

"Ron, I've been teaching the transfer spell for three weeks. Why can't you even swing a sword? I'm teaching you one last time! If people from Beauxbatons see it, I'm afraid I'll have to quit my job as a professor.

"Professor Flitwick jumped up and grabbed Ron's ears and shouted: "Come on, no, no, no, this, follow me, left hand and right hand in slow motion..."

…

October 30th.

Early in the morning, when Harry took the lively Astoria downstairs to have breakfast, he found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a Hogwarts house:

The one with a red background and a golden lion is Gryffindor.

The blue background with a bronze eagle is Ravenclaw.

The one with a yellow background and a black badger (huan) is Hufflepuff.

The green one with a silver python is Slytherin.

Behind the teacher's desk hangs the largest banner, which is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: lion, eagle, badger, and snake joined together, surrounding a large letter H.

Harry, Astoria and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Fred and George walked over quietly.

They wear flattering smiles.

George said flatteringly: "Hermione, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming today, but we are still not clear about some issues. Can I ask you for advice?"

Fred continued: "We just asked Principal McGonagall how the warriors were selected, and she yelled at us, saying to focus on the sixth-grade courses and don't think about unrealistic things, alas..."

Hermione frowned.

Fred and George were heartbroken, and it seemed that Hermione didn't know either. But that's right, this is an activity that has disappeared for hundreds of years, who would understand.

Hermione said angrily: "Am I the only one who has read Hogwarts: A History? Everything written in it is very clear."

George's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, his arms stretched out, and he gestured to the longest distance, and said: "You mean that book that is so thick and thick? Who would read it?"

Fred said: "Then you know? Tell us about it?"

Hermione said: "Isn't it the Goblet of Fire?"

"Goblet of Fire?" George and Fred said in unison.

The repeating chicken appears.

Hermione said: "The process of selecting the warriors is done by a Goblet of Fire. As long as the contestants write their names on the slips of paper and then put them into the Goblet of Fire, three warriors will eventually be selected."

George and Fred looked at each other: "This seems to be easier to cheat. I thought it would be manually selected by the Minister of Sports."

Fred couldn't wait to ask: "What are the events in the competition?"

Hermione said: "I don't know, because the competition events are not fixed, and each competition is different. For example, in the 1792 Hegemony Competition, one of the events was that the warriors had to subdue a chicken body and snake tail monster, but the monster did not

Under control, even the three principals were injured."

George, Fred felt a chill in his heart. Is it really so dangerous?

But they were too unwilling to give up. This was really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was such a fun thing, and with their personalities, giving up was really harder than letting them dismantle the school toilet seat.

"Who are the referees?" George asked.

Hermione said: "As usual, there will be a judging panel, of which the deans of the three colleges must be members, and the Ministry of Magic will probably also join. For each event, the judges will score the warriors based on the quality of their completion."

After asking, George and Fred left with satisfaction. They must have been thinking about how to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire first.

…

All day today, there is a sweet smell in the air, sweeter than the air in the United States.

In the class, no one except Hermione was paying attention to the class. Everyone was thinking that people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.

Harry? He never paid attention.

For Ravenclaw students, even Potions lessons were less unbearable than usual.

When the bell rang early, Harry and Hermione rushed to the History of Magic classroom to pick up Astoria.

Zhang Qiu has already arrived here.

There was no ringing in Professor Binns' ears at all. He sat on the podium and continued to read the History of Magic book dryly and lifelessly.

There are also drag houses in the wizarding world.

The third-grade children below couldn't sit still. They were moving around as if someone had cast a prank spell called "Stool Spike".

Look at the way they are scratching their heads and ears anxiously. Where is the little lion, it is clearly a little monkey. (Blooming)

Only Luna seemed particularly quiet.

When one person bent over and walked out of the aisle, the others couldn't bear it anymore and ran out one after another. Professor Binns, his eyes dim, still read in the same tone.

Astoria was mixed in and jumped into Zhang Qiu's arms.

Obviously Zhang Qiu is only two years older than her, but she clearly gives people the impression of a gentle wife and lovely daughter.

The above are Harry's thoughts and have nothing to do with the author.

…

Q group: 211561269.

Someone come quickly.