Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Aiwen turned over and climbed onto Buckbeak, lying on it directly, without any strength at all.

He felt that he followed Buckbeak back above the ground, and the light became bright again.

The breeze blew by, giving Ai Wen a feeling of returning to the world.

A burst of black light flashed, and Kalexis appeared behind Ivan and landed on Buckbeak.

Ai Wen looked at him enviously, if he knew spells like apparition, he wouldn't have to work so hard just now.

"What are you doing down there?" Keresis asked.

"I didn't do anything!" Ivan replied, supporting his body and sitting up.

The evil gods, the Philosopher's Stone, the powerful magic left by the ancient warlocks, and the "Book of Abraham" can't tell this vampire, but judging from his appearance, it seems that he doesn't intend to get the answer from Ivan.

Alvin poked his head out and looked down.

Because it was too far away, the manticore had turned into a small black dot.

Kerexis tapped lightly with his wand, releasing the magic control on it.

The unshackled manticore roared to the sky a few times, then turned around and rushed back to its lair.

Not long after it went down, there was a huge terrifying echo from below.

boom! ! !

It can be clearly seen that the entire ground is deeply sunken, and this ancient ruin is completely finished.

Buckbeak flew a few times in the sky, and then flew towards the castle again.

After more than half an hour, they returned to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"If this kind of thing happens in the future, don't look for me!" Keresis said coldly.

Regardless of Ivan's condition, he turned over and jumped off Buckbeak's back, took out a curved wine bottle and took two sips at it.

In the blink of an eye, Keresis' body became Moody's again.

He put the magic eye in the eye socket, and the light blue eyeball twirled wildly inside.

He turned his head and glanced at Ai Wen, then hurriedly left the Forbidden Forest.

Chapter 542 The Coming Visitor

Aiwen was not as calm as Keresis, and the rapid running just now exhausted most of his energy.

He slid slowly off Buckbeak's back, feeling his knees tremble.

His muscles are aching all over his body now, and even his breathing hurts like fire.

Buckbeak turned his head, his big amber eyes looked at Ivan who was supporting his body incomprehensibly.

Ivan gave a wry smile and told Buckbeak to leave.

He walked slowly towards Hagrid's hut. Although he was extremely tired, the rewards of this expedition were beyond imagination.

After seeing that powerful magic, Ivan decided to change his research direction.

Focus on the ancient runes and the magic recorded in the "Book of Abraham", and figure out the magic theory involved in it as soon as possible.

Ivan sat with Hagrid for more than an hour, drinking tea while discussing the issue of raising fried-tailed snails.

He didn't know how the snails, fire crabs, and manticores in the ruins would end up, but in such a large-scale collapse, they must also die.

If Hagrid knew about this, he would definitely cry again.

When the time was nearly five o'clock and the sun was slowly setting, Ivan dragged his tired body back to the castle.

No sooner had he entered the castle foyer than he saw a large crowd of students crowded around a large poster erected at the foot of the marble staircase.

"What happened?" Ivan asked, beside him was Ernie McMillan of Hufflepuff College.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd, his eyes sparkling.

"It's only been a week!" Ernie said excitedly.

"What's only a week away?"

"Triwizard Tournament!" Ernie replied quickly, trembling slightly because of the excitement, "The notice just posted by the school, representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be held on Friday, October 10 at 30 p.m. Arrived at [-]:[-], the afternoon class will end half an hour earlier, then please send your schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, welcome our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet."

"Oh, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang are coming?!" Aiwen suddenly realized that the time is almost the nearest.

He received a letter from Gabriel not long ago, and she told Aiwen that Beauxbaton's students were ready to go.

Not surprisingly, her older sister Fleur performed very well in the school's internal primary election, and was very favored by Madam Maxime. Gabriel also became the only Beauxbaton junior student who had the opportunity to visit Hogwarts .

"Ewen, you are here, I haven't seen you all day, what are you doing?!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed out of the crowd happily, and they had just read the notice.

"I went to ask Professor Moody about some things about the course." Ivan said simply.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" Ernie said, "I don't know if Cedric knows about this, I'm going to tell him..."

"Cedric?" Ron said dazedly after Ernie hurried away.

"It's Diggory!" said Harry. "He's definitely up for the Tournament."

"I remembered, that idiot, he also wants to be a Hogwarts warrior?" Ron frowned.

They pushed past the chattering crowd and headed for the auditorium.

"He's not an idiot, you don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch," said Hermione. "I hear he's an excellent student, and a prefect."

Listening to her tone, it seems that the prefect speaks for itself.

"Oh, really?!" Ron frowned, as if trying to refute Hermione.

But in the end they didn't say anything. Since the last incident, the two of them have been cautious in getting along recently.

In the following week, while Ivan was concentrating on studying magic, obvious changes took place in the castle.

No matter where you go these days, people seem to only talk about one thing: the Triwizard Tournament.

Rumors swirl among the students like highly contagious germs: who will be vying to be Hogwarts champions, what events the Tournament will have, what the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have to do with them Different and so on.

Alvin is naturally a popular candidate for Hogwarts warriors, although he does not meet the 17-year-old standard stipulated by Dumbledore.

But there are still a lot of people who think he will find a way to compete and become a warrior.

After this rumor had been hotly discussed for a while, it came to an abrupt end.

The news that Aiwen did not intend to become a warrior to participate in the Tournament spread from the Gryffindor circle.

While feeling sorry for and grateful for Aiwen, the little wizards also selected the strongest students in their minds.

Most senior wizards over the age of 17 seem to think that they have the possibility of becoming a warrior.

While everyone was talking, the castle was also thoroughly cleaned.

Many of the grimy portraits were scrubbed clean, although those who were scrubbed were very unhappy about it.

They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering sullenly.

Every time I touched the newly exposed pink tender flesh on my face, I grinned in pain.

The armor on both sides of the corridor also suddenly became shiny, and they no longer creaked when they moved.

The janitor, Argus Filch, stood guard at the door of the auditorium every day during meals, and when he saw a student who forgot to wipe his shoes clean, he threw a vicious tantrum, frightening two first-year girls into hysterics.

The other faculty and staff were also extremely nervous, trying to make everything look perfect.

On the morning of October 10th, when everyone went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing a Hogwarts house: Gryffindor with a golden lion on a red background, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on a blue background, and a yellow background Hufflepuff with a black badger and Slytherin with a silver python on a green background.

Behind the teacher's desk hangs the biggest banner.

On it is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, eagle, badger, and snake joined together, surrounded by a large letter H.

Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Colin, and Ginny looked around and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Next to them, Fred and George were discussing something in low voices, avoiding the crowd unusually.

Ludo Bagman was avoiding them, and all the letters the twins wrote to him some time ago were sent back intact.

"It's not pleasant, I admit," said George to Fred despondently, "but if he won't talk to us face to face, we'll have to mail him the letter, or put it straight into his hand, He can't hide from us forever."

"Who is avoiding you?" Ron said curiously, walked over and sat down beside them.

"Nobody, I wish you'd avoid us," said Fred, seeming annoyed to be interrupted.

"What's not pleasant?" Ron asked George.

"Because of such a nosy, silly brother like you," George replied.

Chapter 543 Welcome Ceremony

Obviously, Fred and George didn't intend to tell everyone about it.

"Fred, George, do you two have a plan for the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked, "Do you still want to get involved?"

"Of course I do. I asked Professor McGonagall about how the warriors were selected, but she refused to tell me." George said resentfully, "She just told me to shut up and concentrate on transforming my raccoon."

"I don't know what events are in the Tournament?" Ron said thoughtfully, "I bet we can do it too, we've done so many dangerous things before..."

Ron followed Harry to defeat Voldemort in the first grade, and fought the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets in the second grade.

In the first half of last year, he also participated in saving Sirius and defeated Peter Pettigrew at the last moment.

In the second half of the semester, he and everyone went on an expedition to the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest to find the Sorcerer's Stone left by Gryffindor.

None of these things are more dangerous than the Triwizard Tournament, and several people are indeed exceptionally experienced in this regard.

"Yeah, it's really good, but you guys don't do it in front of the judges, do you?" Fred said, "Professor McGonagall said that the judges will grade the Warriors based on the quality of the projects they complete. "

"Who's the referee?" Harry pressed.

"do not know……"

"Officials from the Ministry of Magic will become referees." Ivan said, serving himself porridge.

Hearing Aiwen's words, several other people turned their heads to look at him in surprise.

"This is an obvious thing, isn't it?!" Ivan explained, "It is rare for the Ministry of Magic to plan such a large-scale event, and it is impossible not to appear. I think one of the referees will be Mr. Crouch, or Minister of Magic Fudge myself."

"Percy sure knows, but he won't tell us anything."

"Yeah, I really want to know, who else will be the referee?"

"The principals of the participating schools, the three of them must also be members of the jury." Hermione continued.

This time, everyone turned their heads to look at her in surprise.

"Haven't you read the book?!" Hermione explained, "It says that in the 1792 competition, a monster with a chicken body and a snake tail that the warriors wanted to catch was out of control and went on a rampage. The three principals were all punished. hurt."

Hermione took out a heavy copy of "Hogwarts, A School History" from her schoolbag, and turned to the middle page.

"These are all written in it, I remember this paragraph..."

"Do you usually carry this book in class?" Harry asked in surprise.

The book "Hogwarts, A School History" in Hermione's hand looked quite heavy.

"Because I had to do some research recently, I re-read it. There are many important historical facts in it." A Revised History of Hogwarts" is more appropriate, or "A Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, Where the Dark Side of the School Is Covered."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked puzzled.

The others were equally puzzled, but it soon became clear what she was going to say next, which was a house-elf again.

"House-elves!" said Hermione, her eyes blazing, "in the 1000-plus pages of Hogwarts, a History, there is no mention of our collective oppression of a hundred a slave!"

Several people kept silent in a tacit understanding, staring down at their dinner plates.

Fred and George seemed to have a sudden interest in their bacon, and they were the only ones who refused to pay for SPEW badges, regardless of what Hermione said.

At the end of breakfast, Hermione still took the trouble to tell Ivan about the current progress of the House Elf Rights Promotion Association.

All in all, there was a sense of anticipation in the air that day.

In the classroom, no one was paying attention to the lectures. Everyone thought that the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.

Even Potions and Divination classes were not as unbearable as usual, as classes ended half an hour earlier.