Chapter 339: Come October!

October 1994.
Friday afternoon.
Harry and Hermione walked out of the potion class, but when they passed the hall, they could no longer move forward, because a large group of students were crowded around a huge announcement erected at the foot of the marble stairs.
Someone read out the announcement aloud:
【Top Three Competition】
"Representatives of Booth Barton and Demstrong Schools will arrive at 6pm on Friday, October 30. The afternoon session will end half an hour early--"
"At that time, students will be asked to return their school bags and textbooks to the dormitory, meet in front of the castle, meet our guests, and then participate in the welcome banquet."
Neville said happily: "The last class on Friday is a potion class! Merlin, I am so happy!"
Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff College squeezed out of the crowd, her eyes gleaming and said, "It's only been a week, and I don't know if Cedric knows it. Let me tell him..."
"Cedric? Why does it sound so familiar," Harry said.
Hermione said, "You forgot, it was the one you... hey, I want to vomit, physiologically."
Harry said: "Please speak clearly, okay... but how can he be so kind to participate in this top three competition."
Hermione was equally puzzled: "Maybe people just want to go the other way, win the championship, wash the shame, hum, and then they will be embarrassed if they really become warriors."
Harry said: "Don't me up, anyway, no matter what you say, I'm too lazy to play kid games."
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This notice in the hallway had a noticeable effect on the people in Hogwarts.
In the next week, no matter where Harry went, the students seemed to talk about only one topic: the top three.
All the words heard Harry's ears cocooning.
Some hot topics like the highly contagious bacteria, not being discussed by everyone more than a dozen times a day is a drop in the popularity list: who will compete for the Warriors of Hogwarts, what will be the competition hegemony, Booth How are the students of Button and Demstrand different from them and so on.
Harry also noticed that the castle seemed to be being thoroughly cleaned, and all the dirty portraits were scrubbed, and the characters who were scrubbed were very dissatisfied.
They crouched down and sat in the picture frame, muttering sullenly, and each time they touched the fresh pink tender meat on their faces, they grinned in pain.
Upgraded from old bacon to small fresh meat.
Every armor knight suddenly became shining brightly, and no longer creaked when walking, it was estimated that the oil was still applied, but the place where the oil was applied seemed to be wrong, and Harry saw several armor walking around At times, the posture is a bit wrong.
Helena has been busy with her work recently, and she has no choice but to wait for Grandpa Harry. She floats around the school every day to supervise her classmates. In order not to damage the school sanitation, or even the walls to be destroyed by magic, she made many regulations, at least to observe the arrival of the students of Booth Button and Demstrand.
Or else can you look like a meal.
In the past, Filch added a rule that can be scolded by students behind his back.
At this time, Helena wrote the school rules for the blackboard, but the boys accepted them with open faces.
Oh, bah, cheap.
In addition to the students, the professors also appeared extremely nervous.
"Longbottom, for your grandmother's sake, don't show stuffing in front of Demstrang's people, let them see that you don't even have a simple conversion spell!" Shouted loudly.
Because in front of her, Neville accidentally grafted his ear to a cactus.
"Ron, the transfer spell has been taught for three weeks. You can't even wield a battle. I'm teaching you one last time! If anyone at Booth Barton sees it, I'm afraid I will quit the profession of professor. Professor Flitwick jumped and grabbed Ron's ear and shouted, "Come on, right or wrong, so follow me, left hand and right hand in slow motion..."
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October 30.
Early in the morning, when Harry pulled the lively Astoria downstairs for breakfast, he found that the auditorium was renovated overnight.
Huge silk banners hung on the wall, each representing a college in Hogwarts:
Gryffindor is the red lion with a golden lion.
With a bronze eagle on the blue background is Ravenclaw.
The black background with a black badger (huan) is Hufflepuff.
It is Slytherin with a silver python on the green background.
Behind the teacher’s desk, the largest banner hung with the coat of arms of Hogwarts: lions, eagles, badgers, and snakes joined together, surrounded by a large letter H.
Harry, Astoria and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Fred, George came quietly.
They smirked.
George said flatteringly: "Hermione, Booth Button and Destrom are coming today, but we haven't got some questions yet, can I ask you?"
Fred went on: "We asked Principal McGonagall how the Warriors were selected. She yelled at us and said that she should concentrate on the sixth grade course and don't think about unrealistic things, alas..."
Hermione frowned.
Fred and George were cold, and Hermione seemed unclear. But yes, this is an event that has disappeared for hundreds of years, who will understand.
Hermione said angrily: "Is it the only one who has finished "Hogwarts, a piece of school history"? It's all clearly written in it."
George's eyes widened, his mouth wide open, his arms stretched out, marking the longest distance, and said, "You mean that thick and thick book? Who will read it!"
Fred said: "Then you know chant? Tell us about it?"
Hermione said, "Isn't that the Goblet of Fire?"
"Goblet of Fire?" George, Fred said in unison.
Repeat chicken appeared.
Hermione said: "The process of selecting the warriors is done by a goblet. As long as the contestants write their names on the note and put them in the goblet, they will eventually select three warriors."
George and Fred looked at each other: "It seems easier to cheat, I thought it would be selected manually by the Minister of Sports."
Fred can't wait to ask: "What are the items in the hegemony?"
Hermione said: "This is not known, because the competition is not fixed, every competition is different, for example, in the 1792 hegemony, one of the projects is that the warriors have to subdue a chicken tail snake monster, but the monster is not Under control, even the three principals were injured."
George, Fred felt cold in his heart, so dangerous.
It's too unconvincing for them to give up. This is really a chance only once in a lifetime. Such a fun thing, in terms of their character, to give up is really harder than not letting them take down the toilet seat of the school.
"Who is the referee?" George asked.
Hermione said: "According to the usual practice, there will be a referee, and the deans of the three colleges will definitely be members of it. I am afraid the Ministry of Magic will also be added. Every project ~EbookFREE.me~The referee will be done according to the warriors. They are rated for quality."
After asking, George and Fred left contentedly, they must be thinking how to throw the name into the goblet of fire first.
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All day today, the air is filled with a sweet smell, even sweeter than the air in the United States.
In the class, no one except Hermione was paying attention to the class anymore. Everyone thought that the people of Booth Barton and Demstrand were coming tonight.
Harry? He never focused on it, okay.
For Ravenclaw students, even the potion class is not as unbearable as usual.
When the bell rang early, Harry and Hermione hurried to the Magic History Classroom and they came to pick Astoria.
Zhang Qiu has come here.
There was no ringing in the ears of Professor Binns. He sat on the podium and continued to read the history books of magic with a dry life.
The magic world also has a drag hall.
The following third grade children couldn't sit still, as if someone had cast a prank "stool spike" and moved around.
Look at their anxious scratching their ears and scratching their heads, where is the little lion, clearly a little monkey. (flowering)
Only Luna seemed exceptionally quiet.
When one bent over and walked out of the aisle, the others couldn't help it anymore, and they all ran out of it, and Professor Binns was dizzy and still read the book with the same tone of voice.
Astoria mingled in it and rushed into Zhang Qiu's arms.
Obviously Zhang Qiu is only two years older than her, but it clearly gives a feeling of gentle wife and lovely daughter.
The above is Harry's thought, and has nothing to do with the author.
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