Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was already late October.
On this day, when Sherlock and others came to the foyer, they found that they could no longer move forward because a large group of students were crowded around a large notice erected at the foot of the marble staircase.
The surrounding students noticed Sherlock's appearance and consciously made way for a passage.
Sherlock strolled in, followed by Lupo, Femia and others.
Triwizard Tournament Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6pm on Friday 30th October and the afternoon session will end half an hour early "So, the progress of the Triwizard Hegemony has been put on the agenda.
Since both schools are about to arrive, it is estimated that the process of selecting the warriors will begin soon."
There was surprise in Femia's eyes.
After all, the Three Wizards are about to arrive.
Hegemony, an event that has been suspended for a hundred years, is about to be held again, which is still somewhat attractive.
"There's only one week left," Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff College squeezed out from the crowd, his eyes sparkling, and said, "I don't know if Cedric knows, I'll tell him."
Sherlock looked at the Hufflepuff student who ran over.
Since the selection threshold for the warriors this time was too high and students over the age of seventeen were required to participate, so the entire school only had seventh grade students placed among most students.
Pay attention.
As for Sherlock, everyone has ignored him.
Even if Dumbledore's age line is really cracked and he is really selected to become a warrior, it can't hinder everyone's enthusiasm to participate.
The other seventh-grade students no longer care much about whether they will be selected, and their mentality has begun to transform into a Buddhist.
Think about it, after the seventh-grade students get married and have children in the future, they will tell their children in a high-profile manner, "I used to I once competed with Prince Charming for the title of Hogwarts Warrior in school."
This is an extraordinary thing.
Although the moisture is relatively high.
"It is said that in the Muggle world, a fan group will be set up to support idols or favorite players.
Should we unite together?
After all, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry should send Krum, the excellent Quidditch "It's a strange player, and the opponent also caught the Snitch in the World Cup."
Lupo seemed a little worried that it would be bad if Krum gathered some Hogwarts students as supporters after coming to Hogwarts.
"You underestimate Mr.
Sherlock's supporters too much.
Regardless of the age advantage, if you really want to vote for a warrior, I am afraid that at least three-quarters of the students in the entire school will support Sherlock.
The one you should worry about is Demster Lang and Beauxbatons."
Femia glanced at Lupo with disdain on her face.
"That idiot Diggory also wants to be a Hogwarts warrior."
Ron's high voice caught everyone's attention in the crowd.
Everyone in Hufflepuff looked at him angrily, and Ron's pale face turned completely red.
"Don't be embarrassed, let's go."
Hermione pulled Ron, Harry smiled awkwardly at the Hufflepuff classmates, and the three of them fled the scene in embarrassment.
Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Axinsha was not here at this time.
He really didn't want his sister to risk being foolish by following this group of people.
"Haha."
Lupo laughed heartily.
"I have to say, I'm beginning to like this Weasley who tells the truth.
You see, he speaks out everyone's thoughts."
Sherlock touched his chin helplessly.
This kind of behavior that undermines unity seems not worth advocating.
Well, it's not worth it.
It's definitely not worth it.
The notice in the foyer had a clear impact on those who lived in the castle.
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For the next week, no matter where they went, people seemed to be talking about only one topic: the Triwizard Tournament.
Rumors spread quickly among the students like highly contagious germs: who will compete to be the Champion of Hogwarts, what events will be included in the Tournament, what will the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students have to do with them different.
The castle appears to be undergoing a thorough cleaning.
Several dirty portraits were scrubbed clean, and the scrubbed figures were unhappy about it.
They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering unhappily, and grimacing in pain every time they touched the newly exposed pink flesh on their faces.
That caused the armor to suddenly become shiny, and it no longer creaked when moving.
October 30th was the same as every other day, an ordinary day.
However, a signal of restlessness had begun to be transmitted among the students at Hogwarts.
The girls were comparing their decorations with each other, and the faculty and staff were He has the strictest eyes on every student's clothing.
"Longbottom, please be kind and don't reveal your secrets in front of the people in Durmstrang and let them see that you don't even master a simple transformation spell."
When the fourth grade class was about to end, Professor McGonagall said shouted sharply.
That lesson went particularly poorly when Neville accidentally grafted his ear onto a cactus.
When we went to the auditorium for lunch, it was decorated overnight.
Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a house of Hogwarts: Gryffindor on a red background with a golden lion, Ravenclaw on a blue background with a bronze eagle, and Ravenclaw on a yellow background.
The one with a black badger is Hufflepuff, and the green one with a silver boa constrictor is Slytherin.
Behind the teacher's desk hung the largest banner, with the Hogwarts crest on it: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake joined together, surrounding a large letter h.
Lupo observed the dynamics among the Gryffindor students with great interest.
Ron actually wore a fancy robe with lace trim, and Harry wore a dark green robe.
Compared with the two of them, , other students wore much more normal clothes.
"Weasley, you seem to have made something wrong.
Today is just a welcome ceremony between schools.
There is no dance for you to wear such a "decent" robe.
In addition, this robe was indeed very popular in the last century.
Look.
It's very nostalgic to come to your family."
Draco's high-pitched voice echoed through the auditorium, and most of the students' eyes turned to Ron.
Some girls who were closer to Ron glanced at the white lace on the outside of Ron's collar with disgust, as if they were infected by bacteria, and hurried away from the source of the infection.
Ron's face was slightly red, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Without saying a word, he still stood under the spotlight of everyone.
Femia glanced at Ron rather strangely, "Weasley is quite calm today, which seems very inconsistent with his style."
Kirk said with a smile, "Obviously, he is just trying to get everyone used to it.
After seeing each other for the first time and seeing each other for the second time, there will be no sense of disobedience.
The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain.
It is better to be forced to the real level."
It’s better to show off your limits in advance.”
It was afternoon.
I came out of the Slytherin common room and walked up the stairs to the foyer.
Deans of colleges are ordering their students to line up.
"Weasley, put your clothes on properly."
Professor McGonagall walked up to Ron and straightened the lace on Ron's clothes with a serious face.
"Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing off your hair."
Parvati frowned unhappily and took off a large butterfly headdress from the end of her braid.
They filed down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle.
It was a cold, fresh evening, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.
Sherlock looked at this serious scene and thought about whether the students there would be reprimanded by the school professors in the same way when they visited Beauxbatons and Durmstrang during the summer vacation, asking them to adopt the correct welcome standards. .
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Thinking about Shylock, it seems that face is indispensable to every country and culture.
Femia played with a bunch of flames in her hand boredly.
She bought a small copper stove with a handle from the curiosity shop in Hogsmeade, which could make small flames.
In fact, Femia especially wanted a small flame.
Homitz, but it’s good to have this small stove.
The red flame exudes a warm atmosphere, and the surrounding coldness is dispelled.
There is just a faint light of fire.
Hexi’s temperature has almost enveloped the entire Slytherin House.
Team.
"How do you think they would come to ride a broomstick?
It seems a bit too cold in this weather, and there doesn't seem to be a connecting track to take the train."
Dandney's gray-blue eyes glanced at the cold bright moon, above the silent night sky , only a lone moon hangs in the sky.
"I think you have forgotten how we went to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
What school can't have something unique?"
Kirk said.
"It's just the same old thing.
There's nothing worth pondering.
There are only these types of transportation in the wizarding world."
Lu Bo waved his hand without interest and yawned slightly.
The students excitedly scanned the darkening venue, but saw no movement.
Everything was silent and peaceful, just like normal.
Sherlock's green pupils focused on the distant sky.
Paros, who was traveling through the clouds, had already spotted the outsider in the distance.
At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with other teachers, shouted "Ah, if I'm not mistaken, the Beauxbatons representative has already arrived."
A huge thing, much bigger than a broomstick or a hundred broomsticks, was flying rapidly across the dark blue sky towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.
As a dark behemoth passed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the light from the castle window, they saw a huge pink-blue carriage flying towards them.
It was as big as a house, and it was pulled through the air by twelve winged horses, all of them silver-maned horses, each as big as an elephant.
In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed on the ground, vibrating on the huge wheels.
At the same time, the golden horses shook their huge heads and their big fiery red eyes turned.
A shiny black high-heeled shoe stretched out from the carriage, followed by a woman.
When she walked into the light from the foyer, everyone found that she had a very handsome olive face and a pair of Black, big, watery eyes, and a very pointed nose.
Her hair was slicked back and pulled into a shiny bun at the base of her neck.
She was wrapped in a black wrought garment from head to toe, and many gorgeous opals shone around her neck and on her thick fingers.
"Is the Headmaster of Beauxbatons related to Hagrid?
He is so huge.
Fortunately, the senior students she brought here are relatively normal."
Draco glanced shamelessly at the students who came out of the carriage.
The Beauxbatons student had a look of surprise on his face.
Draco did not attend the summer camp, so he did not go to Beauxbatons, and he did not know the headmistress of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Kirk reminded Draco in a low voice, "How can you be the headmaster of Beauxbatons without some strength?
Be careful if she hears you calling him that, she might be able to teach you a lesson."
Draco coughed twice, and under the night, a trace of embarrassing fear appeared on his face.
After welcoming Beauxbatons' group, the students of Hogwarts continued to wait for the arrival of another school.
There was silence all around, except for the snorting and stamping of Madame Maxime's giant horse.
Just then a loud, strange sound floated toward them from the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, like a giant vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed.
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Gradually, a large ship rose out of the water, shining in the moonlight.
It had an eerie, skeletal appearance, as if it were the remains of a newly recovered shipwreck, and the portholes shone with a dim, foggy light that looked like ghostly eyes.
Finally, with a faint splashing sound, the big boat emerged completely, bumped on the undulating water, and began to sail towards the lake shore.
A moment later, they heard a splash as an anchor was thrown into the shallow water, and then another snap as a plank was set on the shore of the lake.
Kirk thought for a while and said, "I really should have thought of it earlier.
After all, there is a row of pirate ships parked outside the cliff coast of Durmstrang Magic School.
Sure enough, they still suit this style."
"Tsk tsk, it seems that going all the way down the water and sailing directly under the water is much cooler than traveling in the sky.
After all, the underwater journey has better scenery to a certain extent.
Femia looks like an old pirate ship.
Durmstrang emerged from the water with amusement on his face.
The people on the boat were disembarking, and Harry and the others could see the silhouettes of people passing by the light in the portholes.
Harry noticed that they were about the same height as Crabbe and Goyle.
However, as they came closer and walked along the lawn into the light cast by the entrance hall, Harry realized that the reason why they looked so big was because of their size.
It's because they all wear a kind of fur cloak, with the fur on it matted and tangled.
But the man who led them towards the castle was wearing a different kind of fur: silver-white, soft and smooth, much like his hair.
Harry did not attend summer camp during the summer vacation.
According to the character of his uncle's family, he would never be allowed to hold wizarding gatherings during the summer vacation
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