There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 162 Fair!

Except for Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, no other magic academy sent anyone.

Ilvermorny of the Lighthouse Country did not dare to send anyone after hearing Mark's words.

Just kidding, the legendary wizard of Maoxiong Kingdom is wandering there. It is said that the head of a tiger is fierce and violent.

The relationship between Lighthouse and Mao Xiong is too tense, and they are afraid of sending people to be killed on the way.

As for the magic corner of Sakura Kingdom... the father didn't send anyone, so how dare the son send someone?

What if dad gets angry?
Castro Buche is located in the South American jungle, where the wilderness is inaccessible, the wizards study herbs and magical animals, isolated from the world, they are closed... school, thinking that everything in the world has nothing to do with them.

As for the Waggadu School of Magic in Africa, they want to come.

But Hogwarts would not communicate with them.

Wouldn't someone really want to communicate with Nico?

No, no, no, no, no?
Humans and orangutans belong to different species. It is good to keep orangutans in the zoo for a fresh look, but let them chat as intelligent creatures.

"So, in the end there are still only three schools."

In the principal's office, the four principals are all there.

Mark sighed, claiming to contact the wizarding world around the world, but only three wizarding schools came. In the final analysis, Hogwarts is not famous enough.

"No way." Professor McGonagall shrugged: "The reason why it was called the Triwizard Tournament more than 100 years ago is because only our three magic schools that are close to each other are willing to participate."

What happened more than 100 years ago has nothing to do with Mark.

Mark just thinks that the Triwizard Tournament is three magic schools, and the Holy Grail War is also three magic schools, so that outsiders will think that my Holy Grail War just changed its name.

How embarrassing.

"Forget it, who made me kind." Mark said.

The main reason is that the Holy Grail War will be held soon, and it would not be worthwhile to gather all the troops and run all the way to exert pressure on the eve of the eve.

When the Holy Grail War is over, Mark will let those magic schools who didn't come know why the flowers are so popular!

We don't understand the principle that the strength is weak when we divide, and the strength is strong when we unite.

Those magic schools with long traditions will be wiped out by the dark wizards led by Voldemort and Grindelwald!

Thinking of the possible tragedies in the future, Mark didn't want to think about it.

Why are you angry with the dead?

"Then let's talk, who do you elect for this Holy Grail War?" Mark asked.

"what?"

Professor Sprout didn't react.

Didn't it be agreed that everyone would write their names on parchment and put them in the Goblet of Fire, and the Goblet of Fire would choose seven students to hold the Holy Grail War?

"Are you kidding me?" Professor Flitwick laughed exaggeratedly: "If it is really chosen by the Goblet of Fire...I mean the Holy Grail, those seven will all be senior Hogwarts students, and the others will have no chance at all."

"Mr. Principal said a long time ago that Ron and Hermione must participate in this Holy Grail War, and Harry must be one of the judges."

"Without some tricks, how could the Holy Grail choose them?"

Professor Sprout lives in Bengbu.

Seems like Flitwick was right.

It turned out that this Holy Grail War was fair and open in name, but in fact everything was in the hands of Hogwarts.

"What does it mean to be in the hands of Hogwarts?" Mark helped her correct the meaning of the word: "We are the organizer. Isn't it normal for the organizer to have an advantage?"

"Besides, absolute fairness is even worse. When seven senior Hogwarts students are selected, what do Beauxbatons and Durmstrang think?"

Professor Sprout could not refute.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be more suspicious of the shady scene when they come from afar to make soy sauce.

"For the sake of international influence, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang must have a warrior to participate in the Holy Grail War." Mark said: "I heard that Beauxbaton's Fleur and Durmstrang's Krum are very powerful, if nothing unexpected Just pick them."

"There are five remaining warriors, Hermione and Ron occupy two seats, and the remaining three choose who to elect together."

Mark said with a hearty smile: "Everyone, you are welcome, each has his own opinion, and you don't avoid relatives when you are worthy."

Mag: "..."

There are a total of seven places, and you have set more than half of them, and let us choose?
Why don't you just choose them all?

The atmosphere in the principal's office was very embarrassing, and everyone was embarrassed to nominate them.

Nomination is easy, but the question is who knows whether the principal has a candidate in mind?In case people have already set up seven people, just wait for the process, what are they planning?
Mark didn't think so, the air was about to freeze, and the four deans still didn't say a word, so he had to roll their names.

"McGonagall, you go first."

Professor McGonagall had a serious face, and she shook her head: "I only know about Gryffindor students, but Gryffindor already has two warriors, Hermione and Ron, so I don't think it's appropriate to recommend other people." gone."

Hogwarts produced a total of five warriors, and there were two of them in Gryffindor, which took advantage of it. If even one person was produced, other colleges would have objections and gossip behind their backs.

"Snape, what do you think?"

Snape's complexion improved a lot. As long as he refined Voldemort into a resurrection stone in seventy-seven and 49 days, the lover of his dream could be truly resurrected, and he was in a happy mood.

As for the prerequisites for Hermione to win over Ron?
Just kidding, Snape showed a smile, winning the championship is a bit difficult, and winning Ron is enough?

In terms of magical attainments, knowledge, and adult wizards behind her, Hermione is far better than Ron in all aspects.

Snape didn't know how to lose.

Hearing Mark's roll call, Snape said: "As a stakeholder, it's not convenient for me to recommend candidates."

"This Holy Grail War, I will do my best to help Hermione win." Snape thought of the bright future, and forced a smile: "I recommend someone, in case some people who can't afford to lose gossip behind their backs, I will control everything." It's not fair to kill two out of seven warriors, it's ridiculous, but it's a nuisance."

Mark nodded, Snape had a point.

Mark is not afraid of trouble, but he doesn't want to be contaminated by such unnecessary trouble.

"I recommend Kevin, Ravenclaw's best student," Flitwick said. "His intelligence is second only to mine."

"Then I recommend Cedric, the best Hufflepuff student." Sprout said, the outstanding Hufflepuff students are headed by Daniel and Cedric, but Daniel is more proficient in healing spells and participates in the highly competitive Holy Grail War Or Cedric is more reliable.

"That's right." Mark felt relieved.

Arrange the candidates early, don't we end the meeting early?
"As for the last warrior, leave it to God's will!"

Mark felt that there was too much to do, and he was afraid of the impermanence of the sky.

It's good to only set six of the seven warriors, and there must be one reserved for the strongest student at Hogwarts.

Shady operations can't be too much.

This is a lesson left by countless predecessors, and there is a high probability of accidents if you do not abide by it.

Everyone has no opinion... and dare not have an opinion.

Who knows if they will be wearing small shoes.

Professor Sprout frowned: "God? The strongest student at Hogwarts is Cassandra of Slytherin. If there is only one place, the Holy Grail will only choose him. Principal, this has nothing to do with God."

Mark didn't hear it.

Anyway, I didn't operate in the dark.

The Holy Grail chooses whoever is chosen, and it has nothing to do with me.

The Holy Grail has powerful magic power, and the rules it makes are very strict, and it is very complicated to confuse.

However, it was nothing to Mark.

Barty Crouch Jr. can cast the Confusion Curse at this level, making Harry Potter the only student of the fourth school to become a warrior. Mark changed the rules and divided the selected six warriors into the only students of six different schools. Make sure they are safe.

Then, considering the list of all the students of the three schools as the same school, who is the real strongest, the Holy Grail will spit out his name.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

As night fell, everyone gathered in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

The auditorium was occupied by a black crowd, their eyes were piercing, looking at the Holy Grail above.

The flames in the Holy Grail were blazing, and Mark stood by, facing everyone with a smile.

With a bang, the Goblet of Fire spewed out a name.

"Cassandra!" Mark roared, "I knew you, the best student at Hogwarts!"

The whole Slytherin cheered.

Slytherin pays attention to tradition and pursues glory.

Cassandra appeared as the first chosen warrior of the Holy Grail War and was praised by all Slytherins.

Colby held out his thumb: "As expected of Sister Ka, my goddess!"

Fischer folded his arms and said, "If Sister Ka can't be a warrior, then there is no young wizard in the entire magic world who is qualified to be a warrior!"

These words were so arrogant that countless people glared at each other.

Fortunately, the Goblet of Fire spit out another name.

"Fleur!" Mark laughed, "Congratulations to Beauxbaton."

Beauxbaton's headmaster, Mrs. Maxim, was grinning from ear to ear. Her huge figure was extremely conspicuous. Against her background, Fleur, who was beside her with silver-white hair, was even more eye-catching.

Furong's skin is as fair as ivory, and there is not a single pore visible all over her body.

Westerners grow up fast, and there are many young men with bright blood and bright eyes.

"Fleur? The most beautiful girl in Beauxbatons!"

"One thing to say, there are many beauties in Beauxbaton, but Furong is definitely the most beautiful, she is the real goddess!"

Cassandra frowned slightly.

Is Furong a real goddess?

What am I?
Fake and shoddy products?

Just trying to fight for looks, Cassandra has self-knowledge, she really can't fight...

Since the front is not the opponent, we have to operate in a roundabout way.

Cassandra coughed lightly, and the two big dogs under her command immediately understood the spirit of the goddess.

Colby said loudly: "You may not know that Fleur has a quarter Veela blood, she is not human."

Furong: "..."

You are not human!
Furong wanted to curse, but the reservedness of the beauty made her smile and ignore gossip.

Fischer responded in surprise: "Oh? Veela blood? Then isn't she a magical animal?"

Fu Rong's fist hardened.

Colby smiled and said, "More than that, do you still remember that you came to Hogwarts a few days ago and claimed to be an exchange student, but is she actually the white lotus of the foreign student? She is Furong's younger sister."

Fischer was stunned: "I remember, White Lotus worked for Voldemort and almost stole the Sorcerer's Stone, that is to say..."

The younger sister works for Voldemort, is it a good thing to be an older sister?
This accusation is too serious, silent but surprisingly lethal.

It's nothing to have Veela blood, and all white wizards can't bear to be involved with Voldemort!

Madam Maxim took a deep breath. Just as she was about to reassure Mark about Fleur's camp, Mark had cast a spell to seal the mouths of Fischer and Colby, preventing them from uttering a word.

It doesn't matter if it's framed, Mark doesn't object.

But Nuo was just as big as Beauxbaton, and only a single Hibiscus could barely support the scene.

If Furonghei is withdrawn, no one can use Beauxbatons, which will affect the effect of the Holy Grail War too much, and Mark will not allow it.

"I am making a statement on behalf of Hogwarts." Mark solemnly swore: "I absolutely trust the Delacour family, and the purity of Fleur Delacour is unquestionable!"

Endorsing Furong with the school's reputation, those who whispered strange things immediately calmed down.

Tears welled up in Fu Rong's eyes, is this the headmaster of Hogwarts?Love love love.

What a good principal, you can see my kindness at a glance.

Madam Maxim nodded with a smile, yes, there are all kinds of students below, they are young, and it is normal to say anything, as long as the direction of the leadership above is correct, there will be no problem with the alliance between Beauxbatons and Hogwarts.

"We can always trust Principal Mark." Mrs. Maxim said softly to Fleur.

Furong nodded heavily.

Madame Maxime is right!
She felt the same way!

The selection of Holy Grail War warriors is still going on.

The third name spewed from the Goblet of Fire was Krum of Durmstrang.

The students of Durmstrang cheered, and Krum lazily raised his wand to the students.

Durmstrang principal Karkaroff laughed loudly: "Kroom has an unmatched Quidditch talent. During the Holy Grail War, if there are Quidditch fans, you can chat with Krum."

Quidditch is the most popular sport in the wizarding world, bar none.

Karkaroff hopes to use Quidditch to influence the relationship with Hogwarts.

In ancient times, there was Ping-Pong diplomacy, where the small ball turned the big ball.

Today there is Quidditch diplomacy, which contains Karkaroff's good expectations.

No one cares about Karkaroff.

The Beauxbatons students were mostly girls, and most of them didn't like Quidditch.

Most of the participants in this highly confrontational sport are men, and there are very few women.

As for Hogwarts students...

Since Mark came to power, open your mouth to power, shut up and kill, what is Quidditch?How many rounds of Avada can it reach?
The poor flying professor and Quidditch referee Mrs. Hooch was passively in poor health every now and then, and was taken away by professors of many more important courses such as spells, transformations, potions, and protection of magical creatures.

Karkaroff: "..."

What's the matter, isn't Quidditch the number one sport in the wizarding world?How come no one jumped out to lick Krum?
When I was in school, Quidditch was a good game, not only liked by girls, but also admired by boys.

Hey, things have changed, stars have changed, times have changed, and we can't keep up with the times. I don't understand what young people like now.

The Holy Grail selection continues.

Mark's huge voice resounded over the auditorium.

"Cedric!"

"Kevin!"

"Ron!"

"Hermione!"

Every name was uttered with deafening cheers, as if to overturn the auditorium.

All seven places for warriors appeared, and it was discovered that Hogwarts actually occupied five.

Madam Maxim and Karkaroff looked a little unhappy.

It is normal for the host to have an advantage, we can accept two, two, three.

You made it [-], isn't that too much?
(End of this chapter)