Hogwarts Archmage

Peter Pettigrew's injury has been healed, but Voldemort has not yet summoned him to "visit him," and even though he said he had a good plan, he ignored him. The guy seemed to be doing something big, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

The progress over there can't be rushed for the time being, and Ma En's work is coming here.

He was lying on the ground at the moment, wagging his tail out of boredom... Opposite there was a group of little wizards like ants discussing his problem.

Ok…

This is the fourth project. Marn plays a cameo as a lion asking questions. There are passages in front and back. He becomes very big and blocks the middle. In one of his front paws, he holds a list from Professor McGonagall. They are all questions that he can choose at will.

Four people in each team will have four opportunities to find out the questions. Each time they have to answer three questions in a row. The fewer opportunities it takes to answer the questions, the faster they will pass. Of course, you don’t have to designate a certain person, as long as the team can answer the questions. That's it.

However, given that most of Professor McGonagall's questions came from textbooks, he didn't choose many. It's a game-like competition, so there's no need to be so serious.

"Name." He lowered his head and looked at the little wizard below. Several sparks exploded from the mane made of substantial flames, startling the little wizard who came forward.

"Zhang Qiu." She replied after calming down a little. Harry behind him stretched his neck and looked at his girlfriend with worry.

Ma En stretched out a paw: "How many paws are these?"

"One."

"What color are the paws?"

"Golden."

The little wizards at the back began to whisper. Compared to the previous teams, this question seemed too easy. They wondered if good-looking girls were getting preferential treatment.

Ma En nodded: "Very good, one last question, how many hairs are there on this claw?"

Everyone present fell silent, staring blankly at the claw that was countless times larger than their own bodies.

Esther, who was sitting on the wall of the passage, was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Marn's bad taste is really..."

"How many hairs is that..." Hermione took a closer look and asked with some doubts. Halfway through, she suddenly thought of something and asked, "This is not a math problem."

Esther smiled and said nothing, but pointed downwards.

Zhang Qiuren was dumbfounded. He tried his best to look at the giant claw. After thinking for a long time, he asked tentatively: "...the hair of one claw?"

Marne shook his head.

Another team member stepped forward and asked tentatively: "That's one hundred thousand roots? Otherwise, what evidence do you have?"

"Don't be clever, let me give you a hint. This is an observation question. If you can see it, you will know that I don't need evidence."

Ma En stood up and moved his stiff lion body slightly. The fur all over his body shone in the sunlight, and the hair on his legs looked a bit dazzling and unreal.

When several young wizards were about to give up, Zhang Qiu had a sudden idea and gave up observing with his eyes, but instead felt the flow of magic around him. After a long time...

Ma En looked up at the huge clock on the wall and reminded: "You still have one last minute to think."

"I know," Zhang Qiu opened his eyes and said categorically, "Not a single hair! I saw that your entire body is made of magic, or some more mysterious power. There is no hair at all. There is such a thing as real fur!”

"Very good." The huge lion's head shook. "As expected of Ravenclaw. You answered wrong three times, so you only have two points. Plus the two questions just now, a total of four points."

Harry, who was hiding in the crowd, turned to Ron and said, "This lion must be related to Marne."

"You said this is the change of Ma En?"

"I don't know, but even if it isn't, it must have something to do with him. Who else can get such a creature except him."

Ron suddenly realized: "These messy questions really seem like something he can ask."

The two of them were whispering again, and their words revealed their contempt for these despicable questions of Ma En.

"Don't they know that Marne can hear everyone talking when she's like this?" Hermione frowned and asked Esther.

Esther shrugged: "Whether they know it or not, I think they are going to be unlucky..."

"How to say?"

"Ma En glanced there just now, but they didn't notice it, and they were chatting more enthusiastically."

"..."

Teams walked past one after another. Very few people could answer three questions at once, and there were also many little wizards who got stuck on the second question. However, Ma En would give them some hints, but even so, there were still some problems. More than half of the teams ended up with only one or two points for the first two questions.

Soon, it was Harry's turn.

Ma En lowered his head, his lion face expressionless: "Name."

"Harry Potter."

He stretched out a paw and drew a circle in the air, and a big white cow fell down.

"Here are some cows."

"One."

“What is the color of a cow?”

"White."

"Great, how hairy is it?"

Harry felt happy. It seemed that this was the same question as Zhang just now, and the answer came out of his mouth: "No hair."

Marne looked at the cow, then at Harry, then at the cow, then at Harry...

"Mr. Lion, can we go there please?"

"No, this is your answer. Is there no follow-up?"

Harry froze.

Ron next to him thought for a while and remembered Zhang Qiu's first answer just now: "A whole body of hair?"

"Wrong, you still have two chances."

Seamus coughed twice, walked up to the cow, scratched its face, and was about to start counting its hairs, but the cow pushed him out and hit Ron on the body. Lavender quickly helped her boyfriend up.

The little wizards in the back began to whisper and study how much hair there was on the cow.

Hermione on the wall has gradually understood Marn's thinking: "This question... needs to be tricky... In fact, Marn has already given them hints."

Esther nodded: "It seems you understand quickly..."

At this time, Ron walked out of the team unconvinced and said, "Mr. Lion, you gave reminders to the teams in front, why didn't you say a word when you got here?"

"I've given you hints."

"What hint."

"Want me to use another reminder of what I gave you?"

Ron had no choice but to return to the team angrily.

"Friendly reminder, you still have the last 2 minutes."

Harry waved his hands without looking back. He was trying to figure out whether he could invent a magic trick in this short period of time.

Ron had given up on moving forward and was talking to his girlfriend about other things.