Vol 2 Chapter 598: The crucible above the head (modified, sincere thanks to the leader Tang Mitang and 8...

On the day of the carnival, Alan was awakened, and there was no magic spell to help mute it. The boiling and noisy sound from outside prevented him from going to sleep. He got up, but Ravenclaw was no longer found in the tree house. On the large desk, Ravenclaw left him a bag of coins for him to take part in the carnival—just like At the time Luna received the salary, Allen didn't feel any strange emotions about accepting the money. Allen looked at it and found that there should be a lot of it inside.
Through the window of the tree house, you can see the bustling, noisy and joyous crowd below. After a brief wash, Allen took out the complete outfit that Ravenclaw had prepared for him before, only to realize that things were not as simple as he thought...
"It will take two or three hundred years for this kind of clothing to become popular in the Muggle world... It seems different from modern times. In ancient times, wizards were more fashionable than Muggles..." Allen looked at it embarrassingly That trouser leg is black and blue, and the top is covered with silver tights. It lacks a triangle from the lower abdomen to the crotch and is not covered by fabric. I think it is more convenient to use tools for peeing...
After tangling for a while, Allen put his heart on the tights and put his feet into the pair of pointed high-top leather boots without soles and heels. After looking in the mirror with his back turned, he found that his crotch was a little bit strangled... This made Allen hurriedly put the tight leather jacket dyed in dark blue with the hem length a little bit shorter than the knee on his body and fastened it. He breathed a sigh of relief after wearing the leather belt.
Then, Alan, who put on his soft deerskin gloves and looked in the mirror, noticed that his light blonde hair frowned in the mirror, "How could he be covered by a savage's gold belt... …"
Finally, I watched the dazzling long-tailed hat that looked like an Indian turban over my head, and put on a dark blue inside and black cloak. Alan nodded in front of the mirror with a Malfoy expression, "It's a pity this era I don’t have a half-sword in my hand, and I don’t know how to use swordsmanship, otherwise I can play Fiore Di Liberi under COS..."
After leaving the tree house, Allen looked at the scene in front of him. It is hard to imagine such a diametrically opposite change. They and the big oak tree where Helga’s Tavern was located pulled many triangle flag ropes and crossed them. Connecting to decorate this giant tree, the lawn near the tree house sweeps away the tranquil atmosphere of the past and replaces it with a scene of carnival boiling. A group of wizards emerged from all directions, jumped out of every colorful tent, and jumped off every weird broomstick.
On the stage made up of wooden shelves, clowns in chaotic colors and blouses were throwing at the children stuffed with sugar cubes and bouquets made in Hufflepuff Tavern; weirdly dressed wizard merchants were shouting loudly, Selling all kinds of weird magical goods; some food stalls that look crude in Ellen have the feet of passers-by, and the fragrance that flows around still makes him feel more appetite if he has not eaten breakfast; wearing a robe and a hood The beautiful men and women, and the revellers in strange costumes, all of them are clamoring and dancing, flowers soaring, forming a colorful world.
Allen looked at the Hufflepuff Tavern. Although they had put a lot of tables and chairs outdoors, there were still too many people, which made him dispel the idea of ​​looking at the past. He walked in this crowd. Those stalls found that nothing aroused his interest.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring enough coins and goods. The male egg just showed up and was bought by the monkey face at a high price. I don't know when I will meet it next time!"
"You didn't recognize who he is? Even if you bring enough money, you can't compete with him... Be careful with your words, although private fights are strictly prohibited at the carnival, but if he hears it, he will trouble you afterwards, this person Is said to have a bad temper..."
Alan walked in this crowd and heard someone talking. When he turned his head to ask, he found that he couldn't tell from the chaotic crowd who was just talking about it...
The more the noon, the louder the noise. In front of every vendor, in every tent, and in front of every wooden shelf, no mouth was silent, no arm stood still. In this event, Allen looked left. , Look at the right and finally started to feel bored. He bought some butterfly salty shortbread and roasted rabbit meat. He was going to see Ravenclaw’s fortune-telling house and gave him some food by the way.
"Twelve handsome and strong children gathered on the field,
The crucible is tied to the belt, waiting quietly to fly,
When they heard a trumpet, they quickly jumped into the sky,
...
However, the ten heroes are destined to die. "
The singing of the man who had applied magic spread throughout the area, and a group of wizards screamed excitedly and ran past Allen when they heard the song.
Allen followed their route curiously. The further he went forward, the more he felt the clamor and joy. When he arrived at the crucible arena above his head, the scene was simply a man-made hurricane, cheers like thunder, confetti, Bouquets, ribbons, oranges and flowers are flying, mixed with the sound of thumping stones and crucibles, it is like a heavy rain with big hail.
But soon when the first warrior was hit and killed by a cursed boulder suspended a hundred feet above the ground, the cheers of the audience turned into exclaims-in Allen's eyes , This is an extremely violent and extremely dangerous game. Every time the horn is sounded, as many as a hundred large and small stones that have been suspended a hundred feet above the ground will start to hit the ground. Down, the contestants-it seems that they are mainly Scots, they will ride the flying broom up and down, use the crucible above their heads to catch the falling stones, and the person who catches the most stones is the winner.
But judging from the reactions of the surrounding audience, it is clear that they have long been accustomed to this kind of game will be deadly, they are more regretful discussions, it seems that in their eyes, this sport is the greatest test of manhood and courage. , So everyone will not shrink from death.
Seeing another wizard being kicked, Allen shook his head. He remembered that in the eyes of Quidditch expert Kennyworth Whisper, the author of "Quidditch", this sport might It is the source of inspiration for walking in Quidditch.
The game on the field is still going on. It is the real warrior who is still brave enough to challenge death. With this belief ~EbookFREE.me~ The wizards on the field are still flying in the air, they are so agile. Imagine that the courage made Allen feel astonished. The boulder kept hitting the cauldron, the fragments were splashing, and one after another contestants who were hit fell out of the air with blood.
Fortunately, Hufflepuff is an excellent therapist and has a good heart. She arranged a group of apprentices here to wait for rescue, so the injured contestants will soon be able to get proper treatment-which also made Alan Some voices of dissatisfaction appeared in the crowd around, and some of them complained that too few people died...
On the court, a robust man in his thirties with red hair as thick as a mane and a red beard was particularly eye-catching. He used a flying broom without a cushion curse to fly in the air like a whirlwind—though in Allen It seems that the speed of these brooms is surprisingly slow compared to the products of his time, and the workmanship is too rough, but this does not prevent this redhead from being significantly faster than others. He has successfully caught a lot of stones. .
Even if the blood flowed to his cheeks, he still laughed and moved on. With this strength and courage, he successfully stimulated all the audience to cheer with excitement.
Two more not so lucky warriors were killed by the boulder before they waited for the rescue. In the end, a huge bell was rang three times in succession, and the red-haired man won the final victory.
The blood flowed over the face of the champion, which made him look very vicious, but he told Hufflepuff's apprentices that he would receive treatment later-he went directly on stage and reached out to the audience.
Conquered by his performance, the audience who felt extremely excited and admired burst into enthusiastic cheers.