Chapter 391: The third competition event!

"Hello, warriors." A pleasant voice sounded.
Bagman walked over from the side of the court.
The other four warriors also appeared, walking across the low walls to the center of the court.
"What do you think of the construction?" Bagman said triumphantly: "This is not in the final stage. Hagrid will grow these walls to six meters high in one month."
Bagman stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand, and made a high gesture.
The boys present, besides Harry, Cedric, Krum, and two soy sauce men, all glared at Bagman.
What is the concept of occupying and modifying the terrain of the Quidditch stadium? It is equivalent to the Muggle World Basketball Court being occupied by the square dancer.
This is an insult to their faith.
Seeing the unhappy expressions on the faces of several people, Bagman quickly said: "Don't worry, the Quidditch stadium will return to its original shape once the Triwizard Tournament is over."
He said: "You see these walls, have you guessed what is going to be the game?"
Vincent Piccoque rolled his eyes: "How do I know this? I know this place is really...black."
Furong said, "A maze?"
"That's right!" Bagman said happily: "This is a maze. The third project is very simple and clear. It is to let you find the Triwizard Cup in the maze. Whoever hits the trophy first, even if the game is over."
Fleur smiled and looked at Harry: Look, although I didn't guess the underground passage correctly, the game format was still right.
Poliaco Brown said: "It's that simple? We just need to go through the maze?"
"Of course not." Bagman said, "There are many obstacles in the maze. These are the tests that professors have found from all over the world. There are more than one hundred kinds. For example, Professor Hagrid put a few dangerous monsters. Professor Levy has set up some curses that must be lifted... Also, you have to know that the warriors with high scores in the front will enter the maze first. You all know the scores, so I won't talk about it."
"Well, if there are no other questions, then we can go back to the castle."
So everyone nodded and crossed the slowly growing wall again.
...
The history of magic is as boring as ever.
The flow of time seems to be slow, and even feels that every minute is one more second.
Harry leaned on the table, and the hands under the table moved manually, sighing in his heart: The girl's hand is very comfortable, white and tender, and the grip is soft and cold... And Hermione, Zhang Qiu, The touch of Astoria's little hands is completely different.
Hermione looked at the blackboard blankly, and even she thought Professor Bins's class was really boring. Had it not been for Harry's dishonest hands to give Hermione some fun, she might have been lying on the table just like Harry, and her eyes met.
Suddenly, Harry sat up straight, his eyes lighted: "Hermione, I have a bold idea."
Hermione said in a panic: "Harry, don't go too far! Even if Professor Bins doesn't notice, I won't agree. This is a class! It is the limit to let you rub my hand."
Harry: "???"
"What the are you talking about? I mean that Hogwarts can introduce a Muggle school student evaluation system for professors. Since its inception, Hogwarts only has professors who strictly demand students, but there is no way to supervise professors. This is too unfair and is not conducive to the healthy development of the school."
Hermione flushed, and then said, "Yes. For example, Professor Snape always deducts Gryffindor's score for no reason, but there is nothing to do with him. For some poorly taught professors, students The evaluation of teaching can also urge them to improve their teaching style."
Afterwards, Harry and Hermione discussed the specific aspects of teaching evaluation for half an hour.
...
This is naturally Dumbledore's best come forward.
After Harry wrote, it didn't take long for Dumbledore to reply, and he supported the idea.
A few days later.
Professor McGonagall announced this.
From the beginning of this semester, at the end of each academic year at Hogwarts, an assessment of the professor's teaching level will be made.
Those who perform particularly well will not only be awarded the Hogwarts Distinguished Professor Medal, but they will also receive a substantial bonus.
The average performance is not rewarded or punished.
In addition to being warned and deducted part of his salary, professors who are evaluated very poorly by students will also be expelled from Hogwarts.
After Snape heard about this, he immediately rushed to Professor McGonagall's office to oppose the evaluation.
How could he brazenly bully the students of Gryffindor?
Professor McGonagall pushed the reading glasses and said, "Severus, rest assured. This teaching evaluation is absolutely fair and just, because there are magical restrictions, students can only truthfully write their own ideas, it is impossible to deliberately say a professor Bad thing."
Snape's mood didn't improve at all. He knew his own virtues best.
After Snape left.
Professor McGonagall snorted. She had long known that Snape had been unfair to Gryffindor students, so she didn't know how many college cups she had missed.
With the teaching evaluation, Snape would definitely have to converge in the future.
Some students told Professor Bins about this, but he was indifferent.
I don't know if I don't care at all or I am confident in my teaching level.
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June 17, 1994.
The exam week has begun.
Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Astoria all started to get busy for the exam.
Only Harry, because the Warriors didn't have to take the final exams, seemed very relaxed.
After the first test, Hermione, who was obviously a schoolmaster but had to worry about being a scumbag, returned with a pale face.
She said jealously: "Harry, I should also sign up for the Warriors, so I don't have to worry about taking the exam."
"I think your game is very simple, the first level uses the flying curse, the second level uses the bubble head curse, and the third level is not known...I can do it if I play.
"Of course, as long as Hermione goes out and wins the trophy easily." Harry said with a smile.
June 24th.
in the morning.
The dazzling golden sunlight cast a wide band of light through the high windows of the corridor, and the blue sky outside the window was as bright as a layer of glaze.
The atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again.
Today is the last day of the exam and the day when the third event competition begins.
After today, they will stay in school for another week and will be on holiday.
Gryffindor’s breakfast table is very lively, and Gryffindor is always the most active of the four colleges.
A screech owl sent Hermione the morning's Daily Prophet as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice on the newspaper.
"Harry, take a good look at what this woman Rita Skeeter reports about you."
As soon as Harry opened the newspaper, he saw his own photo, and the headline on it read:
Harry Potter-the best warrior of all time.
The content promoted Harry as the only highlight of the Triwizard Tournament. Without Harry, the Triwizard Tournament seemed dim.
The article praised a person’s vocabulary as much as possible~EbookFREE.me~ Harry suspects that the Ministry of Magic’s propaganda department is brain-dead, how can the official newspaper publish such a bottomless article-although he thinks Rita Skeeter was right, but it would be bragging to say it directly.
What do you make the friends of Durmstrand and Boothbatten think?
Harry closed the newspaper and said, "Rita Skeeter is really the worst fan I have ever brought."
Principal McGonagall walked towards them along Gryffindor's table.
"Potter, the Warriors gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.
Hermione said, "Professor, didn't the game start at night? What's the matter now?"
Principal McGonagall said: "The relatives of the Warriors have come to watch your finals. You can meet each other."
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