A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"It seems that Hermione is the first to appear, it should be the Swedish Brachysaurus." Edward said lightly, holding a milk tea cup in his hand, but it was filled with hot cocoa.

Next to him was Leon Poliarco, a rosaceous Durmstrang boy. He was also holding a milk tea cup in his hand, but it was filled with whiskey.

"Ah, Miss Granger is your disciple. The first project is definitely not a problem for her." Polyarco said with a naive smile, "I am more looking forward to how the warriors behind will pass the first project." Recently, Professor Karkaroff has been almost following Krum, and he only cares about Krum."

"After all, Durmstrang has never won the Triwizard Tournament in the past dozens of times. It is understandable that he would think so." Edward said pointedly, and he turned to look at the referee's seat. Karkaroff, but before he could look away, he saw Dumbledore waving to him, gesturing for him to sit in the empty seat next to him.

"Sir, Principal Dumbledore seems to be calling you over." Poliarko said with red cheeks. Of course, it was not because he saw Dumbledore or Karkaroff, he was simply drunk.

"It seems...but why should I go there?"

"You are one of the referees of the game." Poliarko said with confused eyes, "Although there are some things I shouldn't say, but I... must remind you that Professor Karkaroff is an unscrupulous person. He may Will...will use very despicable means."

"He wants to... attack Hermione? Does he still have the guts?"

"Of course he doesn't, but he can give Miss Granger a very low score." Poliarco burped again, leaning on the armrest, almost drunk.

"Well, you'd better go back to the castle, lest you freeze to death in the stands." Edward left this sentence and hurried to the referee's seat, although he didn't care that Karkaroff gave Hermione a low score... In fact, He didn't care at all about the Triwizard Tournament.

However, Edward still didn't want an unfair score to make Hermione sad.She has put a lot of effort into the game, but she cannot be disappointed because of Karkaroff.

When Edward sat down on Dumbledore's right hand, Dumbledore stood up and began to deliver his opening remarks, but his voice was completely drowned out by the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd.

Everyone could only hear his last words, "...the game has begun!"

Hermione walked into the field, and at the other end of the field stood the Swedish Brachysaurus. It was crouching low, guarding its nest of eggs, and Hermione's task was to take away the eggs it was guarding. Eggs are definitely very dangerous. Fire dragons will use their lives to protect their eggs - even though they are tampered with eggs, they don't know it and foolishly think they are their own eggs.

The wings were folded, and those vicious yellow eyes were staring at Hermione.This is an extremely huge lizard-like reptile covered with silver-blue scales. It twists its long and powerful tail violently, leaving traces of pits several meters long on the hard ground, and sprays from its nostrils from time to time. A dazzling blue flame.

There was a roaring sound in the auditorium. Whether these voices were friendly, well-intentioned or malicious was beyond Hermione's consideration. She had no way of knowing, and she never cared.

Now she had to do what she had to do...get rid of distractions.

She raised the wand in her hand and muttered in a low voice: "Disappear invisible!"

Hermione's figure disappeared, and the audience in the stands screamed. They could only see traces starting to appear on the ground, about ten centimeters deep, as if something sharp had scratched the ground.

"The magic pattern? It's very creative. For the little wizard, this is indeed the only way she can effectively deal with the fire dragon." Dumbledore sighed, "Unfortunately, my research on the magic pattern can only be said to be a preliminary glimpse. .”

"After all, you don't have much time to spend on this. The magic pattern needs a long enough time to prepare." Edward said lightly.

If Hermione had strong enough blood or magic, she wouldn't need the magic mark, but unfortunately, she was born in a Muggle family. Although she didn't want to admit it, blood was indeed very important in the magical world.

Although wizards can also be born in Muggle families - this can be seen as a kind of atavism - their magic is always far from that of pure blood.

Of course, pure blood is not always an advantage. Inbreeding still troubles wizards, otherwise there wouldn't be so many squibs or lunatics.

About 10 minutes later, one end of the field was completely covered with dense magic patterns, and the Swedish Brachynosaurus was firmly protecting its eggs at the other end.

Hermione's figure was also revealed. She stood in the middle of the magic pattern array, holding the 'scepter' in both hands and raising it high above her head.

“￥@#…￥#…!￥…”

A whimper came from Hermione's mouth, causing a commotion in the stands.

"What spell is that?"

"I don't know... I've never heard of it at all!"

Dumbledore turned to look at Edward beside him with a smile, "Thunder that will destroy all living things?"

"That's right." Edward nodded, "This is already the most powerful destructive spell she can cast."

Immediately afterwards, there was a rumble of thunder, and while everyone was confused, a burst of dark clouds gathered over the venue. The area was not large, but the black clouds and mist in it could not help but frighten people, not to mention the flash of thunder in it.

Click!

A bolt of thunder suddenly gathered from the dark clouds, and the lightning, which was as thick as a man, focused hard on the snoring Brachysaurus. It seemed to be lying on the field just now to enjoy Hermione's dancing performance, but it never expected... …This is actually directed at it.

Violent thunder struck the field instantly with extremely high temperatures. For a moment, the entire field was filled with steaming water vapor. When the scene before everyone's eyes became clear again, Brachysaurus had fallen weakly on the field. , a wisp of blackened smoke drifted out from its nostrils.

The originally beautiful blue scales were now covered in black and gray, and it seemed that it had completely lost its ability to resist this blow.

"The troubled wandering dust, the confused travelers, the roar of the earth, the call of the stars. Evil thoughts, the rebirth of chaos, the wild darkness! Appear! I summon in the name of thunder!" Dumbledore murmured , “It’s amazingly magical.”

Karkaroff's face turned livid. He didn't expect that the first warrior to play would be such a big scene, which made the preparations he had made for Krum seem too ridiculous.

"How many points should I give this?"