A Hogwarts dissertation guide

For fourth-year students such as Harry and Ron, life at Hogwarts seemed to be getting worse. Every professor left them a lot of homework. This seemed to be the instruction of Professor McGonagall. Because she has emphasized more than once that they are about to face the OWLs exam and they must be prepared.

They had to spend the entire weekend in the library to complete their assignments.

Not only that, Hagrid also had new requirements for them. He suggested that the students go to his cabin every two days to observe the blast-ended snails and record their unusual behaviors, so as to contribute to his "scientific research project" .

The other little wizards could naturally refuse, but Ron and Harry were like eating flies. They were Hagrid's best friends, so they couldn't do this.But even Hermione was troubled by this.

"I don't want to go." Hermione said with great resistance on the way back to the castle. "I don't know why we should waste time on this kind of thing!"

"We don't want to go either." Ron glanced at Harry and said resentfully.

"But... if we don't go, Hagrid will be so sad..." Harry couldn't bear it.

Hermione looked back at Hagrid's cabin and sighed heavily, "We have no choice."

"Why does Hagrid always have such weird hobbies?!" Ron yelled, covering his head, "I thought he had changed, didn't you notice? He started to dress up."

"Obviously we noticed." Hermione looked at Harry and said, "But he is still the same Hagrid. Even if he is wearing the most expensive clothes, he is still the Hagrid who likes to wear moleskin and lead a hound."

Ron sighed heavily and walked weakly up the steps into the foyer.

But they were surprised to find a large group of students crowded near the notice board, and they could not move forward.

"Hey, would you please give in?" Harry shouted dejectedly. He was almost overwhelmed by the heavy academic pressure, and he had even forgotten about the scar.

Ron was the tallest. He stood on tiptoes and read the words on the notice loudly to them over the heads of the people in front:

"Triwizard Tournament

Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at six o'clock in the evening on Friday, October 10, and the afternoon classes will end half an hour early——"

"They are finally coming?" Hermione was a little surprised, "I thought they would be later."

"If it's any later, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until next year for the competition," Harry said. "Don't forget there's also the selection of warriors."

"Of course I know, but I haven't done it yet—"

"What didn't you do?" Harry didn't hear clearly what Hermione said after that. There were too many people around.

"Nothing, I mean I'm not ready for the exam yet," Hermione said quickly.

Ron's face suddenly dropped, "Hermione, please don't be like Professor McGonagall. The level exam will not be until the next life!"

"No, there are only 604 days left." Hermione said seriously, "I must arrange the review time for each subject and review according to the plan..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other helplessly. Neither of them listened to what Hermione was saying because it was so boring. Probably only Hermione would take it to heart.

The notice in the foyer had a clear impact on those who lived in the castle.For the next week, almost everyone only talked about one topic: the Triwizard Tournament.Rumors circulate among the students like highly contagious germs: Who will compete to be the Champion of Hogwarts?What events will there be in the competition?How are the students at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang different from them?

But it was obvious that those who paid more attention to the competition were the faculty and staff in the castle. Filch had almost no time to spare. He rushed upstairs and downstairs, responsible for checking whether every corner and every piece of armor was as shiny as new.

He even became more neurotic. Whenever someone's shoes were dusty and they passed in front of him, his hands would tremble like Parkinson's disease.

Edward didn't care much about Beauxbatons and Durmstrang at first, but Dumbledore had already talked to him three times. He really couldn't stand an old man sitting in front of him with a smile every day, holding a cup in his hand. The secondary album hinted that he could choose a suitable outfit from it.

"That's enough, Albus! It's just two schools." Edward said with some dissatisfaction, "There's no need to pay so much attention."

"But I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts." Dumbledore sighed. "Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in Europe. It has always been and will always be the best wizarding school in Europe. I need to make sure that other people understand this too. .”

"So, what does it have to do with what I wear?"

"We can't let them look down upon us." Dumbledore said with a smile and opened the picture album again. "You must not want to be disturbed by others. They are always so arrogant. You must not want to be disturbed by those guys." Excuse me?"

"Maybe what you say makes sense, but I don't think they deserve what I do." Edward said coldly, "If they dare to disturb me, I will let them know the consequences."

"They are here for friendly exchanges," Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, "I don't want to hear anyone say that Hogwarts is bullying others."

"That's enough, that's what you should worry about, but not what I should worry about." Edward said irritably. He picked up the hookah and took several puffs.

Dumbledore's heart pounded when he saw it, as if Edward's Horcrux had never been broken?

On the afternoon of October 10, Edward reluctantly put on the robe provided by Dumbledore, although he was very dissatisfied with the robe. The messy patterns, some familiar emblems...the cliché design did not suit him at all. aesthetic.

But Dumbledore was happy with it.

He even held Edward for a long time and looked at him.

They hurried to the castle just before 6 o'clock, and the students had already gathered.

It was a cold, fresh night, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

"We're just in time." Dumbledore said with a smile, which earned Professor McGonagall a blank look.

"Did they tell you how to get here?" Edward asked boredly. He was a little bored here. He really didn't want to waste time on such things.

"Durmstrang will use a magic ship, which, together with the two lakes in the school, can be teleported directly." Dumbledore said, "Beausbatton is a carriage, because their principal Maxim is very tall. Older people have to use this less convenient method."