Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

October [-]th arrived almost in the blink of an eye.

When I had breakfast in the auditorium that morning, I found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight. Huge silk banners were hung on the walls. The four representative creatures on the banners were lifelike, with badgers on alert, lions roaring, and eagles flapping their wings. There is also a snake coiled and sticking out its tongue.

Behind the staff seats is the largest banner, which shows the crest of Hogwarts: lion, eagle, badger, and snake together, surrounding a capital letter-'h'

When Soul sat down at the dining table with Hermione, next to Soul were the two brothers Fred and George. The twins were discussing how to select warriors.

"Professor McGonagall just refused to tell me." George sighed. "I even got scolded for this. She told me to shut up and concentrate on studying how to transform raccoons."

"Professor McGonagall has always been reliable." Suer said with a smile, "Unless your performance makes her very satisfied and treats you as her son."

"Then she might let the wind out a little bit."

"Forget it, become Professor McGonagall's son?" Fred said with an exaggerated expression, "Professor McGonagall will definitely catch you every day and ask you to transform all kinds of things."

"It's scary to think about days like this."

"Pfft..." Harry couldn't help laughing when he heard Fred's speech. His expression had improved a lot recently.

"I wonder what events there are in the competition." Ron also said enthusiastically, "I bet we can do it too! Think about it, we have done a lot of dangerous things... Harry, what do you think?"

"Tsk...you'd better save it, little Ronnie, you can't even compare to one of Suer's fingers." Fred mocked mercilessly, "By the way, Suer, do you want to sign up?"

"This kind of competition is obviously more suitable for me in the audience..." Suer shook his head, "When I have that time, I am more interested in the magic of other schools."

"That's a pity." George said, "But even so, our little Ronnie can't become a warrior. There are too many people better than him. The whole school can only choose one to participate in the competition."

"Can you please stop saying these disgusting things here?" Ron poked the eggs on the plate hard.

"Still letting people eat?"

George and Fred looked at each other, laughed loudly, and finished beating their dear brother once every day. They then discussed what events would be included in the competition, as well as some gossip they had learned from Professor McGonagall. .

Hermione joined in enthusiastically.

Such discussions are not uncommon in the auditorium. It should be said that the topics among the young wizards in the past few days have revolved around the Triwizard Tournament.

Soul did not participate in their discussion, because he suddenly remembered the few glances that Old Bee looked at him when he announced the news of the Triwizard Tournament at the beginning of the school year...

I have a~~un~~wonderful~~ premonition~~

"Anyway, I won't put my name into that cup..." Soul casually picked up a piece of egg and put it into his mouth. His mind was racing with thoughts. From the corner of his eye, he saw Harry standing up to fill the egg. Suddenly, Think of a possibility.

"No way... Old Bee shouldn't be so incompetent, right? No, you can't underestimate his lower limit..." Suer paused and couldn't help but muttered.

"What's the lower limit?" Hermione's voice came, bringing Sol's thoughts back to reality.

Sulton dropped his hand in mid-air and answered Hermione's question casually.

"Nothing, I was wondering if someone would do something unpleasant without the consent of others."

"Isn't it too tasteless to do this?"

"I think so. It's not necessary, at least it shouldn't be."

……

All day today, there was a sense of expectant joy in the air of the castle.

In fact, what makes everyone so happy is not only the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, but also because classes will end half an hour early today, which is good news for the young wizards who have classes in the afternoon.

But Soul couldn't empathize. It wasn't because he didn't have classes in the afternoon and was happier than the little wizards who had classes, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might not be able to escape Dumbledore's plot.

I can't stay next to the Goblet of Fire 24 hours a day and watch if anyone throws my note into it, right?

Staring...staring...

Well, that’s right!Stare!

Soul tried to shout into the air, "Cress?"

"Bang!" The air twisted with a crisp sound, and a house elf appeared in the dormitory instantly.

"I heard the little master calling Kress's name!" Kress bowed his head and said, "Good afternoon, little master!"

"Uh... you don't have to bow to me every time you see me, Kress." Suer said helplessly when he heard a click sound again.

"Okay, Cress will listen to the little master's instructions!" There was another 'click' sound, and Cress straightened up suddenly.

"What does little master need Kress for?"

"Well... I do need you to do me a favor." Su Er pursed his lips and said, "I need you to help me keep an eye on a place, um... mainly to keep an eye on Lao Mi... Ah, no, has Principal Dumbledore ever been to that place? Well, not only Principal Dumbledore, but if other professors have also been there, please report to me at any time."

"Principal Dumbledore?" Cress blinked, and then nodded without hesitation, "No problem, little master, if this is your request!"

"Then, the little master wants Cress to hide in the principal's office and help the little master keep an eye on the principal?"

"That's not the case." Soul shook his head, "People from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will come over today, and then the Triwizard Tournament will officially start tonight, and then Principal Dumbledore will announce the vote. Way, I need you to help me keep an eye on the auditorium..."

Kress listened with a serious face, nodded as he listened, bowed for the last time and disappeared.

Although I don’t know if this arrangement is useful, if Old Bee insists on getting himself in, then there seems to be nothing he can do?

Su Er couldn't help but pause for a moment...realizing that he seemed to have done useless work?

To think about it differently, if Dumbledore had put his name in, then at least he would be prepared.

what to prepare?Of course, we are preparing for a back-and-forth magical showdown with the successfully resurrected Lao Fu...

Thinking about Avada flying in the sky and eating a big melon gives me a headache...

Su Er shook away the complicated thoughts in his head, exhaled a long breath, stood up and walked out of the lounge.

Looking at the time, it was almost time to greet the guests as ordered by the professors.