A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 386 Power
"On average?" Bagman asked uneasily.

"That's right, average. There are two groups of warriors in Hogwarts. The first group of warriors come from three different houses, while the second group of warriors all come from Gryffindor. The relationship between them. So, just tie them together..."

"For example, five schools, plus two judges, for the time being, calculate based on the full score of 0 points for a single item. If Hogwarts has 35 points for one group and [-] points for one group, the last two groups will get [-] points."

"However, when it comes to the sequence of projects, it's best to calculate them separately," he added.

Everyone's eyes lit up and they nodded involuntarily.

Madam Maxim frowned, "If I understand correctly, if Hogwarts wants to win the competition, it must be number one and No.2. This is a huge disadvantage..."

Bagman wiped his round face with a handkerchief, looking very anxious, "Finally someone has said something fair, and I think so too, if one of the groups performed too poorly, it wouldn't be a drag on the other team that had hoped to win the championship." A group?"

Karkaroff laughed, "I think this method is fair."

Bagman said angrily, "What if there's a group of dead people! Well, sorry, I mean...if there's a group of warriors who are incapable of participating, like suffering from incurable injuries, then their scores must be very low. !"

"This is Hogwarts' punishment for cheating, isn't it?" Karkaroff said tactfully.

"Nobody with any brains will think that Hogwarts did it. I think everyone present should be thoroughly investigated. Besides," Moody said impatiently, "you haven't cleared your suspicions yet. , Karkaroff!"

Moody rolled his magic eye and looked at Karkaroff with contempt.

Dumbledore spoke, and he said in his usual calm tone: "If everyone has no objection, the competition will be conducted in this way. The students of the four houses of Hogwarts are originally one. Compared with the honor of the Tournament, I am Pay more attention to what they have gained in this competition."

Harry felt extremely guilty. He opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione held him aside and shook his head resolutely.

After a long silence, no one disagreed, and everyone agreed that there would be two groups of warriors at Hogwarts and their unique scoring method, which, frankly, exceeded their initial expectations.

By this time, most people actually believed that the abnormality of the Goblet of Fire was not caused by Hogwarts, but this kind of speculation inevitably cast a shadow over their hearts.

Everyone is worried.

"Okay," Dumbledore looked at the others with a smile—Harry couldn't believe how he was able to—"Next, Mr. Crouch will give the Warriors instructions. Barty?"

Mr. Crouch seemed suddenly to come out of deep thought.

"Okay," he said, "Director, yes...the first project..." In the bright light, he looked emaciated, with thick bags under his eyes and deep wrinkles like It looks like it was cut out with a knife.

"This competition is different from the past, completely different... Except for the unprecedented six teams from five schools, and the fact that the competition is conducted in groups, we have to increase the difficulty while ensuring that the warriors are safe enough. Please Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has arranged professional staff to protect everyone. In addition, Dumbledore also promised that he will choose a powerful wizard to lead the overall situation... Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore nodded and said happily, "I already have a suitable candidate."

"Very well, let's get back to the topic." Mr. Crouch said: "The first project is very difficult and the time is very tight. It will be on the 24th of this month...so we have prepared three key words for the warriors It provides a direction for preparation, but it does not tell you clearly what to face... you need to use your brains..."

"The first key word, courage, considers your courage and whether you dare to face the unknown - if you are too stupid to guess. However, the Ministry believes that after knowing what you are going to face, you still have the courage to face it , this quality is even more commendable;”

"The second key word is cooperation. I don't need to say anything more. Every participating team - three people must unite, and one person can never complete the project;"

"The third key word, flame," when Crouch said the word, Graves of Ilvermorny glanced at Hermione quickly, his face was a little pale, but no one noticed, Crouch continued He continued: "I won't expand on this point, it's a secret, and it's also a test of your wisdom..."

He paused, leaving the room chewing on the three words, courage, cooperation, and fire, only the third being the most important.Many people realize that the warriors may be facing dangerous magical fires, whether it is the environment, traps, or some kind of magical animals that manipulate the flames.

Barty Crouch retracted himself into the shadows, and Ludo Bagman said happily: "Barty has given everyone a hint, as long as you prepare carefully, I believe you can handle those—"

"Fire Dragon!" said a voice suddenly.

"What, what?" Bagman almost bit his tongue, he turned his head sharply, staring at the inconspicuous student who made the sound.

Ron said tremblingly, "I guess, fire-breathing, all I can think of is dragons, when I was in first grade-"

Harry stomped on him, "Um, I mean," Ron tried his best not to expose Hagrid, "someone in my family works on a dragon farm, I went to see it when I was in first grade, and I was very impressed." deep……"

Bagman's tense face relaxed, "Really, ah, so that's the case... But you heard me wrong, what Batty said was flames, not fire breathing..." He repeated nervously, " Not breathing fire." His body swayed uncomfortably, and his movements were all seen by those who cared.

Felix turned his head away, quite speechless, do you dare to make it more obvious?

"So it's not a fire dragon?" asked one of the warriors in Waggadu.

Everyone was staring at him like they were looking at a troll, or something like that.Bagman pretended not to hear what he said, and turned to look at Dumbledore, "Our mission is almost done, I want to stay at Hogwarts tonight, is that okay?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said, "Barty, why don't you stay too, you look too tired."

"No, I must go back to the Ministry, it's a very busy, very difficult time... I put young Wetherby in charge..." he babbled, and was the first to leave.

After that, people left one after another, and waited until the rest of the house had dispersed—"Alastor." Dumbledore left Moody behind.

The door slammed shut behind them.

Felix stood not far away, waiting quietly, motionless like a statue.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again and Moody stepped out, limping away on crutches.

After a while, Dumbledore came out, looked at Felix in the corner, and shook his head slightly.

Moody turned out to be real?Judging from the information currently available, he is the most suspected. If it wasn't him, who would it be?
Felix's heart sank, and Dumbledore left, leaving him alone to think quietly. In the thinking cabin, a figure appeared in turn, some clearly, some vaguely.

Even Karkaroff's goatee kept swaying in his mind.

"Oh, it's getting more and more interesting," Felix said to himself, "maybe it's time to get out the Marauder's Map..."

On the way back to the office, he turned a corner, and a group of people rushed out.

"Professor, we are willing to give up the game..."

"Yes, Professor Hemp."

"Can you speak to Headmaster Dumbledore again—"

Felix raised his hand to stop the chattering Harry, Ron, and Hermione. A few steps behind them stood another group of warriors.

"Do you want to be Squibs?"

"What?" Harry asked in astonishment, he didn't know how to bring up this topic, of course he knew about Squibs, Filch was a Squib, he knew it since second grade.

Hermione's eyes widened with terror, and Harry looked into her face blankly like he'd never seen it before.

"That's the price of giving up the game, so I ask you, do you want to be a Squib?"

"What are you kidding!" Harry yelled, his body trembling, whether it was fear or anger he couldn't tell.He didn't dare to imagine the consequences of becoming a Squib. Hogwarts was the first place and home he recognized in his heart... How could he allow himself to leave?

Even Cedric and the others were stunned. Although Principal Dumbledore repeatedly emphasized that the contract cannot be violated, they never thought that abandoning the game would be such a punishment.

Squibs, lose their magic power... In fact, there is a thin magic power in Squibs, which allows them to see things that ordinary people can't see, use magic potions, and enjoy part of the convenience of magic, but most of them, in the end It is impossible to fully cast a spell in a lifetime.

"Then there is no need to say such things."

Felix said quickly: "Next is the second topic, why should the two groups of Hogwarts warriors be tied together? This is what you care about, right?"

Six people - Harry, Ron, Hermione, Cedric, Roger Davies, Collins Frizzi nodded.

Felix explained: "On the one hand, this is a necessary compromise. You don't want the four internationally renowned wizarding schools to be hostile to Hogwarts in the next few decades, right?"

Shaking their heads in unison.

"On the other hand, this is also my own hope." Felix finally smiled as he looked at the six stunned faces, "Yes, the situation in front of me is exactly what I want to achieve."

"W-why?" Harry stammered.

"When the second group of warriors appeared at Hogwarts, I immediately realized the danger—no, it wasn't someone who tampered with the rules of the Goblet of Fire, that was an afterthought," Felix saw that Harry wanted to interject, and he Added a sentence.

"Hogwarts has two groups of warriors. This is not only an honor, but also a sign of the division of the four houses. Although my attempt at the Rune Club slightly broke the strong barriers between the four houses, I suddenly realized that if If I don't do something, this contest could undo all my hard work."

"Of course I will not allow this to happen." Felix said, "So after consulting Dumbledore, I proposed a new scoring rule."

Harry and the others stared at him blankly.

"But, Professor Haip," Ron said suddenly, "doing so will only make the school lose the trophy of the Tournament, Hogwarts will lose, and it will bring great disaster."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked politely.

"Because, because..." Ron held up one of his hands, which was shaking uncontrollably, "because I... it's been that way since I knew the first item was a dragon. I didn't even Not for the Warriors, if I were involved, not only would it not be helpful, but it would actually be a hindrance.”

"Just hearing the name makes me terrified. If I really face a fire dragon, I will definitely die, and Harry and Hermione will be implicated. When I think of this scene, I think," he said with a pale face. Said: "It's better to kick me out and choose another one to go up, Squib, actually..."

"Ron..." said Hermione sadly.

"I know I'm not as good as all of you, and even among the selected students, I'm one of the bottom—"

"Not a batch," interjected Felix.

"What?" Ron looked at him in astonishment.

"Not a batch, I mean, you're one of the worst," Felix said. "Among the selected students, Miss Greengrass is not counted, you are the worst one."

"But Neville..." Ron said indignantly, glaring at him.

"The number of spells that Neville masters is not as good as yours, but he puts far more effort into the Iron Armor Curse and Stunning Curse than you do. The most important thing is that he has initially formed a duel system that suits him. As time goes on, The gap between you will become more and more obvious."

Ron froze there, his mind went blank, and he seemed to be stupid.

"Professor Hemp—" Harry looked eagerly at Ron, then at Felix, not understanding why he said that.

"...However, I am very optimistic about your potential."

Ron rolled his eyes, his pale face became a little more angry, and he repeated blankly: "Potential?"

"Yes, potential. In fact, your talent is not bad. Even if you play it, you can still be ranked in the middle level. If you only talk about practical ability, you can be ranked at the top of the grade..."

Ron looked at him. "But I'm not as good as—"

"You lack sufficient motivation." Felix scratched his head, "An interesting phenomenon is that no matter in dueling class, ancient rune class, or rune club, your performance is mediocre, that is Below average, you will never find your type at first glance."

Ron's face scrunched up.

"But these are actually three different levels of difficulty," Felix said.

"Because of this, I think you lack enough motivation," Felix said: "Originally this was your personal choice, and I would not interfere too much, but the situation is different now. No matter what the reason, you have become Huo One of Gwartz's champions."

"In a sense, you are still the most important one, you should know what I mean."

Harry had never seen Ron shake so evenly, from head to toe, even the muscles in his face were trembling.

"I decide whether Hogwarts will get the trophy?" said Ron slowly.

"You can understand it like this. If you compare the Tournament to a Quidditch game, you are the only goalkeeper." Felix said: "In the past, you didn't have a reason to become stronger, but now you have—"

"On a small scale, you are one of the warriors who have the opportunity to strive for honor for the school; on a large scale, every effort you make now is to protect your two good friends - Potter and Gran Jay's life."

"I look forward to your performance on the first project."

He took a few steps, turned his head to look at Harry, Ron and Hermione, "The next few days may be difficult for you, after all, there will be an extra group of warriors, especially when the scoring rules are announced."

"Only when the first project is over, you may be better off..."

"Professor Haip!" Cedric said, "I will stand up and explain to others. I have heard it all. Harry and the others are also victims."

"I'll also make it clear to the Ravenclaw students that I'm a prefect," said Roger Davies.

"I will too, Professor Hemp," said Collins, and she gave Ron a look. "I must get the trophy, and I will keep an eye on you."

Felix hooked the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)