Chinese students at Hogwarts

"Water magic potion? What is that?"

"Compared with the mermaid potion?"

"What is the mermaid potion?" Malfoy's signature disdainful smile appeared on his face, pointing to the blue water potion and introducing:

"Do you still remember the gill grass? Water magic medicine also uses this, but the gill grass has side effects. Don't eat too much in a short period of time, otherwise it will be irreversible."

The little wizards nodded vigorously. Hermione and Neville had introduced these side effects.

"But the water-based potion brewed by Professor Snape removes the side effects of gillweed and extends the use time!"

"Oh————!" The little wizards all exclaimed, and Ron said in confusion: "This was made by Snape? He actually has such skill?

I always thought that he had no skills and could just brew some ordinary potions. "

ah? Snape? No skills?

Zhang Xiao almost stopped. To be honest, Snape just kept hiding himself, so he was not well-known in the wizarding world.

Being able to propose a large number of revisions to textbooks in the sixth grade, with better results, this kind of potion talent is the Nick Flamel of the potion world.

Zhang Xiao even suspected that Slytherin, the original head of Slytherin, was different from Snape.

"Ron, you should really pay attention to potions. Professor Snape's level is actually very high. Didn't you find that the methods Professor Snape proposed when we were in potions class were a little different from the textbooks? ?”

The little witch could tolerate Ron's problems in other areas, but she couldn't tolerate his 'disdain for knowledge'. Hermione retorted seriously:

"Being able to propose revisions to textbooks and constantly coming up with new potions is enough to prove Professor Snape's level."

At the end, she shrugged and added:

"Although I don't like Professor Snape either, I don't think we should doubt his level."

The little wizards were silent for a while, and for the sake of the water-based potion, they nodded vigorously in agreement.

Wagadu, moon boat

Principal Yoweri sat cross-legged on the thatched mat, looked at the few school warriors sitting in front of him, and said slowly:

"So...you haven't cracked the secret of the golden egg yet?"

Captain Francois lowered his head in shame. They tried all the methods they could think of, but could not crack the mystery of the golden egg.

Seeing that the time was getting closer, he had no choice but to find the principal.

Judging from the projects in the first round, the second round will not be much easier if there is not enough preparation time.

Yoweri closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then sighed. Wagadu's reputation is not small. Wandless spellcasting and human body transformation give them a good reputation in the wizarding world.

If Goblet of Fire doesn't perform well this time

In the first round, we only got sixth place, and there were already a lot of doubts coming from Africa.

"Prepare the ceremony——"

Francois raised his head suddenly, with a hint of ecstasy on his face:

"Yes! Principal!"

Soon they moved a wooden table into the largest room of the moon boat. On the table were various divination supplies, such as bones, turtle shells, feathers, stones and herbs.

Yoweri walked to the table, lit a stick of vanilla and whispered a prayer.

There was no one in the huge room, only his strange low whisper. After reading for a while, Yoweri lit a fire and sprinkled a handful of crystal powder.

A fragrant aroma mixed with a pungent smell rose up, and the firelight turned a strange rose-red color.

Yoweri took out a carved wooden mask and put it on his face. He danced a strange dance around the fire with his bare feet. The smell became stronger and stronger, and he seemed to have all kinds of strange hallucinations.

Francois and several other members of the Warriors team waited outside the door, waiting uneasily.

After a long time, the door to the room was opened, and Yoweri said tiredly: "It is difficult to break through the protective magic on the golden egg. Dumbledore still held back, deliberately leaving some gaps.

The way to open a golden egg is to hatch it, so go ahead."

Madame Maxime's big palm-like hands rested on the gilt armrest, and her luxurious opal ring shone brightly in the light.

A crystal wine glass the size of a small bucket was swaying gently in the other hand.

"Fu Rong, the secret of the golden egg has not been solved yet?"

Fleur shook her long, shining silver hair, her delicate eyebrows knitted together, and said in annoyance:

"Not yet. I have never encountered such a difficult problem."

Her attitude was casual and not too respectful because of Mrs. Maxim's identity. Because they were both women and had non-human blood, the relationship between the two was very close.

Madame Maxime didn't care. She pondered for a while, raised her head and drank the entire bottle of wine (it was just a small sip for her).

"I'm going to ask Master Nicoléme. Beauxbatons can no longer remain as silent as in the first round."

There was a hint of majesty on her delicate face that was not commensurate with her body shape:

"A lot of flying broomsticks were used in the first round of projects. You are not good at this, and there are people like Viktor Krum and Harry Potter who are extremely talented in this area and have poor results. I can understand that.

But in the second round, Beauxbatons must have his own voice on the court! "

Fleur didn't speak, but nodded silently.

Maxim picked up the alchemy tool that only the principal had, which was specially equipped by Nick Flamel for Beauxbatons. He was full of affection for his alma mater.

If necessary, the successive principals of Beauxbatons would pick up this phone and call Nick Flamel for help.

It’s no wonder that the wizarding world generally believes that Beauxbatons is a deformed prosperity, all based on Nick Flamel’s personal development.

Nick quickly answered the call, and the elixir made him lose the wonderful thing of sleep early.

"Maxim?"

"Yes, respected Master Flamel, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Maxim respectfully explained the difficulties Beauxbatons had encountered, but he didn't expect Nick's interest to be so great:

"Oh? The puzzle set by Albus? I made these golden eggs, but I don't know about the magic that Albus set up later. How can it stump you for so long?"

The more Nick talked, the happier he became. In his life, curiosity has become a luxury. There are not many things that can make him feel interesting.

So he immediately agreed, as to whether doing so would undermine the fairness of the game.

In a long time, Nick has seen too many things. He is sure that several other schools are doing similar things, and the only one that is not doing it may be Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was not that kind of person, but there was someone at Hogwarts.

"I'll set off now!"

"Okay, then I and the Beauxbatons students will be waiting for your arrival."

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Principal da Silva placed the golden egg in a flowerpot. Gradually, tiny roots like dodder came out of the soil and covered the surface of the golden egg, densely packed, layer after layer.

He waited quietly, and in just a short moment, the entire golden egg turned into a green egg covered with tiny roots.

Da Silva took out another simple-looking stone box, opened it, pinched a handful of crystal powder, and sprinkled it into a beautiful glass pot.

The powder melted when it entered the water, and a cloud of green smoke exploded in the water. In just a moment, the water in the glass pot had turned into a liquid that exuded the breath of life.

Da Silva poured water on the egg, and the green roots wrapped around the golden egg greedily absorbed the liquid. Not even a drop of water spilled into the basin.

After the green liquid was poured, the roots suddenly squirmed and formed a 'human face', and a slightly ethereal voice sounded:

"Ah. The smell of the fountain of life. Tell me your questions."

Faced with the helpless Golden Egg, the warriors of Kodosdorez, Ilvermorny, and Durmstrang unanimously chose to ask for help.

A similar scene happened at various schools.

In any case, they finally knew what the second round was about.

Time flies, and the weather finally gets a little warmer, but the cold wind is still biting on people's faces.

Malfoy and the others felt that they had only practiced for a short period of time, but the date of the competition was already approaching.

"I can't believe it. Where is the time? Where did the time go?"

As the competition approached, Hermione seemed to be suffering from hysteria. She always felt that nothing was ready. She walked back and forth in the abandoned classroom.

Several other people were also made more nervous by Hermione's behavior, and they could only silently check their preparations over and over again.

Think about whether you will encounter any problems and whether there are any unexpected places.

Fortunately, after the first round of competition, at least he no longer seemed like a dull wooden person like last time.

Zhang Xiao did everything he could to help. After all, he still had to fight the game by himself.

"come on!"

That was all that could be said. The little wizards stopped what they were doing, looked at Zhang Xiao, and nodded heavily.

"come on!"

Time is slipping away again, as if someone has cast magic on the clocks to make them move faster.

On the morning of the competition, just after breakfast, Professor McGonagall gathered all the warriors together.

And those little wizards who didn't leave cheered for the warriors of Hogwarts.

They watched as the auditorium was transformed under Professor Flitwick's wand, and all the tables that were originally upright were now turned horizontally.

A huge curtain was raised by magic, blocking the front of the podium.

From Zhang Xiao's perspective, it's a bit like a movie theater. After the game starts, the little wizards will sit here and watch the real-time broadcast.

"Alright, fellow warriors!"

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands vigorously, attracting everyone's attention.

She looked around through the square lenses and said majestically:

"Later, you have half an hour to pack your things, and then go to the open space in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle to gather. I will take you to the venue for the second round.

do you understand? "

"Understood!"

The dry voices of the warriors sounded below. Zhang Xiao looked around and saw that everyone seemed nervous. Some warriors' faces were pale and their fists were clenched tightly.

Some of them had their heads lowered and their mouths kept opening and closing, wondering what they were saying.

"I hope I can see you all somewhere by then, instead of having to find me alone. Okay, let's disband!"

The warriors ran away in a hurry, and Malfoy followed Zhang Xiao back to the common room. In fact, the things that needed to be prepared were already in their bags.

Because of Malfoy's small shoulder bag with the Invisible Stretch Charm, he has become a mobile warehouse for the entire team.

"Zhang" Malfoy muttered, his voice low.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiao took out the things from the Qiankun bag and counted them, and asked curiously.

Malfoy hesitated for a moment and shook his head:

"nothing."

He originally wanted to tell how nervous he was, but Xiao Ma felt that it was really inappropriate to be so coquettish. He had already said it in the first round, and now that he said it again, he looked like a waste.

Half an hour has never passed so quickly. It seemed like I was just in a daze, and the time passed by.

They came to the open space in front of the castle, and when they saw a huge sailing ship parked on the Black Lake, the ship looked extremely majestic, even bigger than Durmstrang's weird-looking ship.

Mag just took a look and found that there were quite a few people here. She nodded with satisfaction and greeted the warriors:

"Get aboard!"

The little wizards lined up to board the ship through the gangplank. Before they had time to enjoy the scenery on the ship, they were rushed into the cabin by Professor McGonagall.

Zhang Xiao originally thought that the traceless stretching spell would be used in the cabin, but he didn't expect that the cabin was not big.

It's just that the decoration is different from a normal cabin, it's more like a bar.

Several principals were sitting at the bar, drinking and chatting leisurely, and there were also some officials from the Ministry of Magic inside.

Zhang Xiao looked around and was surprised to find that the waiters and bartenders here were all elves in uniforms.

Astonishingly, he is an employee of his own elf housekeeping company again!

what's the situation? When did you develop such a business?

Am I really the boss?

Dumbledore raised his glass and said with a smile:

"Everyone sit here for a while and you can order some drinks. Of course, I think we might be here before the drinks are finished."

Hearing what he said, the little wizards became more and more nervous.

They sat down one after another in silence, exchanging glances with each other, wondering what they were thinking.

At this moment, the big ship suddenly moved, followed by violent tremors.

The warriors held on to the round table fixed on the ship's board in confusion. What happened?

The turbulence became more and more severe, and the whole ship seemed to jump up. Everyone screamed, but the principals were still chatting happily, as if nothing happened around them.

Suddenly, all movements stopped.

Dumbledore stood up slowly and opened his hands:

"I think we've arrived-"

He blinked at the little wizards and said in a narrow tone:

"Welcome to.

Atlantic! "

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