This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After leaving Russell's office, Vincent and Hermione returned to the sofa in the atrium and sat down.

You must do what you promised, and you must do what you promised to the little cuties.

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While waiting for Madago Cat to get off work, Hermione took out one thick book after another from her makeup box.

Vincent picked up a book "Ancient History of Magic" with curiosity on his face, "What did you put in it?"

Hermione smiled and put away the makeup box, "Some commonly used things."

"These books too?"

"Now they will come in handy."

Vincent was speechless.

She was more prepared than me, so it seems that she needs to prepare a larger storage space for her.

The two of them looked through it quickly, and soon found the game Russell mentioned.

The Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition jointly founded by the three major magic schools in Europe in the 13th century AD, more than 700 years ago.

Each school selects a warrior, and the three warriors compete in three magic projects at different times of each school year.

The competition will test the warriors from different aspects, testing their magical talents, advantages, courage, theory, reasoning ability and ability to overcome danger.

The warriors will be scored according to the quality of each project, and the warrior with the highest comprehensive score in the three projects will win.

Finally, the Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, hosted by the three schools in turn.

No wonder Dumbledore wanted to plot against Vincent, it turned out that this session was hosted by Hogwarts.

And after so many sessions, Hogwarts has won the most times, a total of 63 times.

Beauxbatons followed closely behind, winning 62 times.

As for Durmstrang...

Vincent and Hermione searched through all the relevant records and could not find even one record of their victory.

(62 63) X 5 (years/session) = 625 (years)

Subtract 625 years from the year 1792 when the tournament was suspended, and we get 1167 years.

The Triwizard Tournament was founded in the 13th century, so the difference of several decades should be a tie for the championship.

Drmstrang has never won a single tournament?

That is the most lenient school in Europe towards dark magic, and it trained the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald!

Even if they expelled Grindelwald, they wouldn't have fallen so badly.

Vincent and Hermione closed the book in tacit understanding.

"Are you still not interested in the tournament now?"

"Hogwarts is leading, and Beauxbatons will still be a tie if they win. Whether I participate or not won't have much impact."

Hermione thought about it and found that this was indeed the truth.

The best students of the three major magic schools were injured in almost every session, and the tournament was even suspended for two centuries, which was enough to show the danger of the Triwizard Tournament.

If you get hurt accidentally, even if it's just a scratch...

Hermione suddenly grabbed Vincent's hand with a worried look, "Professor Dumbledore will definitely try every means to let you participate. We have to think of a response plan in advance."

Vincent patted her little hand, "Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore is not a god, he can't control everything."

Whether it is dangerous or not is secondary, the key is not to let old Dumbledore succeed.

The Triwizard Tournament uses a particularly powerful magical creation, the Goblet of Fire, to select the champions.

It has a feature that it will only be lit during the tournament, and will automatically go out after three champions are selected until it is lit again in the next tournament.

Since it is an object, it is possible to be tampered with.

Dumbledore can move it, but others can't?

The two discussed the plan until the French Ministry of Magic had lunch after work at noon.

The enthusiastic Madago cats surrounded Vincent, and a few brave ones even jumped on his legs.

"Be good, come down first."

They were very obedient. The staff in charge of feeding them saw this scene from a distance, and their mood became heavy, and they began to doubt their lives.

"One, two, three, four, five..." Vincent counted, a total of 23.

He picked up the double snake staff disguised as a cane and cast a powerful Muggle interference spell.

The Madago cats looked unchanged, but they were just ordinary cats in the eyes of Muggles.

"Wait for me a moment." Vincent said to the little cuties and went to Russell's office again.

After getting consent, he took Hermione and them away from the French Ministry of Magic.

If you promise to play with them well, you must do your best seriously.

Two hours is not too much, every minute and every second must be cherished.

So a very rare and magical scene appeared on the streets of Paris.

A young couple held hands, followed by a large group of cats of different breeds.

They didn't walk too far, and found a small restaurant near Place des Forsenberg.

The owner of the store was stunned by the scene.

Then he heard the blond, blue-eyed young British guy say, "Hello, can I book your restaurant?"

The owner recovered and took the credit card with a smile on his face, nodding in broken English, "Of course!"

He was generous and brought a bunch of cats with him, so he seemed to be a very caring young man.

Borrowing the kitchen? Of course, that's no problem!

The shop owner simply handed over the restaurant to the young couple and ran to the cold drink shop next to him to buy a cup of coffee and sit at the door.

Originally, he thought it would be the beautiful girl cooking, but he didn't expect that the handsome boy actually took the initiative to put on an apron, and the cats even followed him into the kitchen.

Curious people came to watch and asked him if he was worried that the kitchen would be stained and messed up.

"There's nothing to worry about. Those cats are very good and obedient."

In fact, the main reason is that the money paid for the restaurant is enough, and even if the kitchen is renovated, there will still be a lot left over.

The shop owner's answer not only failed to satisfy the curiosity of the onlookers, but actually made them more interested.

This is not just one or two cats, but a total of 23 cats.

Without waiting for too long, the handsome boy and the beautiful girl came out of the kitchen carrying cooked food and plates respectively.

An even more magical scene appeared. The cats jumped onto the dining table in an orderly manner, and the small restaurant was suddenly filled with "guests."

The people watching outside couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh là là, how did he do it?"

"Maybe he can speak cat talk?"

"Oh my god, these cats are so cute when they move around and eat."

People didn't leave until the cats were full.

in the restaurant,

Vincent and Hermione put away the dishes, and the Madago cats immediately gathered around them.

Maybe they were familiar with each other, some of them even took the initiative to rub against Hermione's feet.

She smiled and knelt down, touching their little heads respectively.

Vincent, who was covered in cats, took out a small rubber ball from his pocket and said, "Why don't we play a ball tossing game?"

The Madago cat’s big blue eyes shine brighter.

When they jumped back to the ground one after another, the little ball was thrown high.

A nimble little cutie saw the opportunity and jumped up, hitting the ball back with one paw.

Vincent's reaction was not slow either. He stretched out his hand to gently catch the ball, then used a little force to let it bounce.

After going back and forth a few times, the little cuties whose bellies were being tickled by Hermione obviously wanted to go over and play.

She stopped what she was doing and said, "Let's go there together."

The little cuties quickly turned over and stood up, shook the dust off their bodies a little, and followed her impatiently.

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