Chapter 333: 3 strong competition!

The carriage passed through the gates with winged wild boar sculptures on both sides, and drove along the spacious driveway. The carriage was shaken violently due to the strong wind.
Harry leaned against the window and raked the window coverings. He saw Hogwarts getting closer and closer. Many brightly lit windows flashed vaguely behind the thick rain curtain.
Their carriage stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates at Hogwarts. At this moment, a lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating all the carriages and the magic castle with a mysterious and strange atmosphere.
Arriving at the castle, Harry and they came down from the carriage, took a few steps up the stone steps, and walked through a cave-like hallway. The sky above him suddenly lit, the torches were lit in the hall, and the marble staircase was extraordinary.
A Hufflepuff senior girl wiped her wet hair, looked at the high steps, and said, "If the Pipi ghost is still there, then we must deliberately get the water polo on our heads. It has dried. This has happened many times."
Seeing her unhappy expression, she must have been teased many times.
Her friend said, "That bad rascal has disappeared for a long time, it is perfect."
On the stepped platform, with a serious face and a pair of square glasses, Mileva McGonagall, who is now the principal of Hogwarts, is welcoming the students.
The last freshman came.
Professor McGonagall adjusted the peaked hat on his head and looked down through the square glasses. The freshmen were stunned. They felt that the witch was so majestic, and they seemed to be staring at them.
"Advanced Auditorium." Principal McGonagall said.
Other students have bypassed the two sides of the ladder, leaving more than a hundred cute young people standing below to listen to Professor McGonagall teach them.
This is an old tradition.
Behind Harry, there was a voice from Principal McGonagall: "I am the acting principal of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mireva McGonagall, first..."
Harry, Zhang Qiu, Astoria and Hermione were from the water-stained entrance hall, through the two doors on the right, Astoria almost fell because the ground was slippery, she was tight Hold one of Harry's arms tightly.
Harry tapped the ground with a foot, a wind blew, and the ground became dry.
The hall is as splendid as ever, and it is specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester.
Thousands of candles floated above the table, illuminating the gold plates and stemware.
The students who hadn’t seen for a while were talking with their classmates about the summer vacation fun, and there were many people sitting at the four long college tables.
At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, which is a classroom seat. Hogwarts professors sit side by side on the table facing their students.
The temperature inside the auditorium is significantly warmer than outside. Harry, Zhang Qiu, Astoria and Hermione walked in front of the students of the three colleges of Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and there were a lot of eyes secretly watching Harry everywhere they went.
When walking to Ravenclaw College, Zhang Qiu stayed and sat between the girls in her class.
Harry, Hermione, and Astoria sat at Gryffindor's long table. Next to them was the ghost of Gryffindor Academy, Nick almost headless.
Nick was translucent and pearly white. Tonight he wore a long tight top and a particularly large rounded collar.
He wears this collar for two purposes, one is to appear funny and the other is to ensure that his head hanging from the neck will not shake too much.
Nick frantically ripped off his head, which had only a little skin on his neck, and greeted Astoria with a smile.
The break in the neck is the same as the new one, still bleeding.
Astoria had never seen such a scary scene, his eyes closed tightly, and half of his body pressed hard closer to Harry.
Harry glared at Nick and decided that if he were to see him take off his head again to scare Astoria, he would send him to be with Pippi.
And at the end of their long table, beside a stone pillar, Helena stood there, quietly watching Harry. Seeing Harry look at her, she immediately turned her eyes.
Hermione glanced at the faculty desk and said doubtfully: "How come there seems to be one less place? There are now two empty seats. One is Hagrid. He is still packing up the ferry he just used, and the other is Professor McGonagall. She is talking to the freshman, but there are no new-faced professors. Hasn’t the school yet recruited professors of the dark magic defense class?"
On the desk of the faculty, the little professor Flivi, who taught them the curse lesson, sat on a pile of cushions, or he would not even show his head out of the table.
Next to it is Professor Sprout, a herbal medicine teacher. Her hat is worn diagonally on her long gray hair. She is talking to Professor Sinista of the Astronomy Department.
On the other side of Professor Sinista, he sat with Professor Snape, a grayish-yellow-faced, eagle-nose, greasy-haired potion teacher and vice president of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It seems that even if he became the vice-principal, his consciousness of thought did not keep up, and he still looked so sloppy.
In addition, he looked at the college students below and didn't know what he thought of, and he seemed very satisfied.
The ceiling was enchanted to see the sky directly outside. The weather is bad today, with strong winds and rain, and dark black clouds rolling on it. With a thunderous sound, a fork-like lightning flashed across the ceiling, almost To fall on top of students.
Then the door of the auditorium opened and everyone immediately fell silent. Professor McGonagall led a large group of first-year freshmen to the top of the auditorium.
They stood in rows along the faculty desk, stopped, and faced the schoolmates. They shivered because they were cold and nervous.
Just startled by Professor McGonagall, it was his turn to be stared by seven hundred pairs of straight hooked eyes. These eleven-year-old children's nervous eyes didn't know where to go.
Professor McGonagall put a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshman, and put a shabby, dirty, patched wizard hat on the stool.
The first-year freshmen stared at it stunned. Others looked at it too. For a time, there was silence in the auditorium. Then a crack near the brim opened like a mouth and began to sing a song.
"That was more than a thousand years ago."
"I was just woven into shape,"
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"Now wear me on my head,"
"You can decide where you belong."
Harry moved his knife and fork, and his mouth was full. When the plates in front of the others were empty, food appeared on Harry's plate.
He paid no attention to what was happening.
Hermione asked curiously: "I suddenly have a question. The branch hat sings different songs every year. Then it stays in the principal's office for a whole year, is it done writing songs?"
"It's very possible that one day a year, this work is still very easy." Harry said.
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Afterwards, it was the branch process for freshmen.
When the last girl was assigned to Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall lost the branch cap and stool.
Professor McGonagall returned to her position and looked around at all the students below, with a rare smile, but it was fleeting.
She waved her wand.
All the dishes were filled with food.
While everyone was eating, Professor McGonagall said: "Please note, I want to announce a few notices-no need to stop the fork in your hands."
She continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that except for students who have been punished for mistakes, the rest of the prohibited forest is not allowed to enter, and Hogsmeade Village should not patronize students under the third grade. , Freshmen pay special attention."
"I also regret to tell you that the College Cup Quidditch Race will not be held this year..." Professor McGonagall said this and stopped, she knew what would happen.
Sure enough, there was a clicking sound, and the forks, spoons, and knives in the hands of the students fell on the plate, and looked up at Professor McGonagall in amazement.
Buzz...
Talk about the auditorium.
Professor McGonagall said with a smile: "This is because a large event will start in October and will last for the entire academic year. It will occupy a lot of time and energy of professors and students, but I believe that you are willing to do so. I am very happy To announce to everyone, this year in Hogwarts, we will host a very exciting event-the top three competition, that is the most powerful by Hogwarts, Booth Button and Demstrand A friendly match organized by the Magic Academy of China."
Most of the students in the auditorium whispered excitedly, looking forward to Professor McGonagall, hoping to hear the details of the Triwizard Tournament.
Although there are some students who know, they are telling others that this competition has caused deaths.
But no wizard seemed to care.
Professor McGonagall said: "In order for this competition to proceed smoothly, the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that none of the participating warriors will endanger their lives."
"In October, the principals of Booth Button and Demstrand will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the ceremony of selecting warriors will be held on Halloween. A "most impartial referee" will decide which students are the most qualified Participating in the competition for the top three, the winner will win honors for his school, and individuals will also receive 10,000 gallons of bonuses."
"Gosh! Ten thousand gallons!"
"I only saved more than one hundred gallons since I was young!"
"I must sign up!"
"If I were the champion, I would be the idol of all girls at Hogwarts!"
"You? Forget it, your face value is too low."
Professor McGonagall immediately poured a pot of cold water: "After discussion, the three magic schools and the Ministry of Magic unanimously decided to set an age limit for this year's applicants-only students who are 17 years old or older will be allowed to register. Is one of the ways to protect the lives of participants."
Some students heard angry protests from Professor McGonagall. The Weasley twin brothers were the most obvious, and the two of them almost stood on the table.
"This is grade discrimination! Shivering! Can our lower grades still be good!" George shouted angrily~EbookFREE.me~Professor McGonagall said: "This measure is very It’s necessary because the hegemony project is still very difficult and dangerous, and young wizards simply can’t face these difficulties.

But her words did not disappoint the students' disappointment, sadness, and anger.
Professor McGonagall replied and said, "But it is not an exception..."
Students under the age of seventeen in the auditorium looked pitifully at Professor McGonagall.
"There are some wizards with insufficient grades, but their strength is absolutely qualified to participate in the competition, so there is a threshold. If you can pass this threshold, you can sign up." Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry.
There was a cheer of wizards in the auditorium who thought they could meet their standards.
Harry was holding a plate with raisin pudding and chocolate cake on his mouth, and when he saw Professor McGonagall's gaze, he muttered: "Look what I am doing, and I will not participate."
"Cough... The delegations of Booth Button and Demstrand will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us."
Professor McGonagall pointedly said: "I know that during our stay with our foreign guests, you will all be warm and friendly. I only hope that you will not be overzealous by then..."
The students looked at each other in doubt: "How do you feel that Professor McGonagall has something to say?"
"Okay, go to bed! Tomorrow morning, we must enter the class with a clear mind and welcome your new semester, hurry up!"
There was a lot of noise in the auditorium, and ping-pong and ping-pong rang so loudly that the students stood up one after another, rushed to the two separate doors, and began to return to the dormitory building.
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