Reborn Harry Potter

October [-].

Friday afternoon.

Harry and Hermione walked out of Potions, but could no longer advance as they passed the entrance hall, as a large group of students crowded around a large notice erected at the foot of the marble stairs.

Someone read the announcement aloud:

【Triwizard Tournament】

"Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at six o'clock in the evening on Friday, October 10th. Afternoon classes will end half an hour earlier—"

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

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

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

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

Hermione said: "You forgot, it's you who... 噫, I feel like throwing up, physically."

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

Hermione was also puzzled: "Maybe they just want to do the opposite, win the championship, and wash away their shame. Hehe, if he really becomes a warrior by then, you will be embarrassed."

Harry said, "Leave me alone, no matter what you say, I'm too lazy to play kid's games."

……

The announcement in the hall had a noticeable effect on the people at Hogwarts.

For the next week, wherever Harry went, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation among the students: the Triwizard Tournament.

All kinds of words made Harry's ears callous.

Some hot topics, such as highly contagious bacteria, are considered to have fallen off the hot list if they are not discussed by everyone more than a dozen times a day: who will compete to be the Hogwarts warrior, what items will be in the Tournament, Booth How are Barton's and Durmstrang's students different from them and so on.

Harry also noticed that the castle seemed to be undergoing a thorough cleaning, with all the dirty-looking portraits being scrubbed clean, and those who were scrubbed were not very happy about it.

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

It has been upgraded from old bacon to small fresh meat.

Every armored knight suddenly became shiny, and they stopped creaking when they walked. They were probably lubricated, but there seemed to be something wrong with the lubricated places. Harry saw several armored men walking around. Sometimes, the posture is a bit wrong.

Recently, Helena is very busy with work, so she doesn't care about taking care of Harry. She floats around the school every day to supervise her classmates.In order to prevent the sanitation of the school from being damaged, and even the walls from being destroyed by magic, she made many rules, at least until the students from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang arrived.

How about the appearance can be eaten.

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

At this time, Helena wrote the school rules on a blackboard, but the boys accepted it with a smile on their faces.

Oh, bah, scumbag.

Besides the students, the professors were also extremely nervous.

"Longbottom, for your grandma's sake, don't show your secrets in front of Durmstrang's people, let them see that you don't even have a simple conversion spell!" Professor McGonagall roared sharply.

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

"Ron, the transfer spell has been taught for three weeks, why can't you even swing a wrestling, I'm teaching you for the last time! If someone from Beauxbatons sees it, I'm afraid I will resign as a professor. "Professor Flitwick jumped up and grabbed Ron's ear and shouted: "Come on, no, no, this way, follow me, slow motion with left and right hands..."

……

October [-]th.

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

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

The red background with a golden lion is Gryffindor.

On the blue background with a bronze eagle is Ravenclaw.

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

The green background with a silver python is Slytherin.

Behind the teacher's desk hung the largest banner with the Hogwarts coat of arms: a lion, eagle, badger, and snake joined together, surrounded by a large letter h.

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

Fred, George came over quietly.

They wore flattering smiles.

George said obsequiously: "Hermione, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming today, but we haven't cleared up some questions, can I ask you?"

Fred continued: "We just asked Principal McGonagall how the warriors were selected, and she yelled at us, telling us to concentrate on the sixth grade lessons and not think about unrealistic things, alas..."

Hermione frowned.

Fred and George felt cold, and it seemed that Hermione didn't know either.But that's right, these are activities that have disappeared for hundreds of years, who would understand.

Hermione said angrily, "Am I the only one who finished reading "Hogwarts, A School History"? Everything is clearly written there."

George stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth wide, stretched his arms, gestured the longest distance, and said, "You mean that book that's so thick and so 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.

Repeat chicken appeared.

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 and put them into the Goblet of Fire, three warriors will be selected in the end."

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: "Then what are the events in the competition?"

Hermione said: "I don't know, because the competition items are not fixed, and each competition is different. For example, in the 1792 Tournament, one of the events was that the warriors had to subdue a chicken-body snake-tail monster. Under control, even the three principals were injured."

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

But it is too unwilling to let them give up. This is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Such a fun thing, with their personalities, giving up is really harder than not letting them dismantle the school toilet seat.

"Then who are the referees?" George asked.

Hermione said: "According to the usual practice, there will be a panel of referees. The deans of the three colleges must be members of it, and the Ministry of Magic may also join in. For each project, the referees will score the warriors according to the quality of their completion."

After asking, George and Fred left contentedly. They must be 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 America.

In class, except for Hermione, no one was paying attention anymore, and everyone thought that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's people would be coming tonight.

Harry?He's never been paying attention.

Even Potions lessons were less unbearable than usual for Ravenclaw students.

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

Zhang Qiu has already arrived here.

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

The wizarding world also has drag halls.

The third-grade children below couldn't sit still, as if someone cast a mischievous spell "stool spikes" and moved around.

Seeing how anxiously they are scratching their heads, where there is a little lion, it is clearly a little monkey. (flowering)

Only Luna seemed extraordinarily quiet.

When a person came out from the aisle bending over, the others couldn't bear it any longer, and ran out one after another, while Professor Binns was old-eyed and dizzy, and he was still reading in the same tone.

Astoria mixed in and threw herself into Zhang Qiu's arms.

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

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

……

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