I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 263 What does it mean to “lead by example”

Miraculously, as soon as he finished speaking, a large pile of food appeared on the long table of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

A wide variety of delicacies from Europe and North America filled the long tables.

"Eat!" He smiled and directed Hannah and Justin beside him.

What are you doing in a daze if you don't eat?

But in the eyes of others, his expression is like a demon crawling out of the vestibule of hell.

Then, perhaps the smell of food dispelled the tense atmosphere in the auditorium.

The little wizards of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw began to sit back in their original seats one by one, and then started eating and drinking stiffly.

As for Gryffindor, Slytherin, and the unfortunate Ilvermorny and Durmstrang, they could only stand there and stare.

Because their long table was scrapped in the battle just now.

"Huh—" In front of the auditorium.

Miss Granger took a deep breath.

Forcibly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

The college points she had won in the past half semester disappeared overnight, and she even lost dozens of points.

It's a bad feeling, like you've worked so hard to clean the dorm room, mop the floor brightly, and before you can celebrate, your roommate walks in with muddy shoes.

At that moment, you have the heart to kill.

What makes it even more uncomfortable is that she can't blame Owen yet, because Gryffindor deserved what he deserved.

She could only hold back her anger.

Holding the wand tightly in his hand.

Then take a deep breath, calm down your mood, and tell yourself that you have to be patient and strong - they are all your friends, it's not a big deal, it's just that you can't win the Academy Cup for four consecutive years!

It does not matter.

As long as Harry and the others aren't hurt—what the hell!

Miss Granger found that no matter how many excuses she gave herself, the anger in her heart never weakened even a little bit.

There is even a growing trend.

These traitors will piss her off sooner or later.

——The above——Irving guessed it by observing Hermione's expression.

In fact, Hermione kept a cold face from the beginning to the end, and her black leather shoes stepped on the muddy ground without any scruples.

Then, she made a move.

Raise your vine wand high.

An extremely exquisite repair spell enveloped the entire auditorium in an instant.

The powerful magic power seems to be endless.

The broken pieces of wood fell back into place like building blocks.

Marble broken into stones reassembled from the dust.

Hermione walked slowly from the front of the auditorium, behind her - the broken world returned to order like anti-entropy.

Dirt, dust, bricks, and sawdust all stirred up waves behind Hermione like a tide of water, galloping, and set off huge waves that covered the ceiling.

Then the sea was calm and fell under her feet.

Just like her forbearing look, her reserve before the storm.

Magic is a manifestation of emotional power.

Cruel emotions give rise to black magic like the Death Curse.

The belief in guardianship gave rise to white magic such as the Patronus Charm.

And at the scene, the scene where the waves surged and finally returned to calm was the portrayal of Hermione's heart at this moment.

Angry, complex, inhibited, calm.

As she approached the dais, behind her, the long tables and benches belonging to Gryffindor and Slytherin had been restored.

"Sit down." She turned around and said flatly.

He sat on the bench closest to him.

The wand tapped the table.

In the next second, sumptuous delicacies also appeared on the freshman's table.

This is why everyone dare not move.

Unlike the smile that Owen showed, he actually had a devilish temperament.

Many little wizards of Gryffindor saw the shadow of Professor McGonagall in Hermione.

A thing called majesty.

The scene was deadlocked for a moment.

Then the Slytherins, who were the first to break the mud, sat down in silence.

For Hermione's resistance, the Snake Academy is always stronger.

After that, the Gryffindors took their seats one after another.

Both sides lowered their heads and began to eat silently.

Although the bottom of my heart has long begun to greet each other's parents.

Those Gryffindors (Slytherins) are so uneducated, look!We are humiliated again.

But there is no verbal or physical conflict.

The auditorium fell silent again.

The young wizards from other schools all looked at Owen and Granger in surprise.

Few wizards can have such prestige in school. Even powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald did not convince everyone when they were students.

People who hate you hate you, there is no reason for that.

It is extremely rare for a person like Owen to overpower all the little wizards.After all, they are wizards, not Muggles. As the saying goes, the wand is in my hand and my fate is up to me, not Merlin. People who challenge you will always exist.

As for Hermione.

She is more like Dumbledore himself. Her majestic aura can suppress most wizards. Although there are a small number of young wizards who are not convinced, they do not dare to make mistakes.

Of course—the young wizards of the other three schools expressed their understanding of Miss Granger's ability. After all, the heir of Gryffindor and a well-known excellent wizard at Hogwarts, the "Daily Prophet" has been reporting for several weeks. Publish her personal interview.

Her names range from Ireland to Wales, from the Highlands of Scotland to the cities of England.

Miss Hermione Granger, now there is a sign that Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows the king.

It was Owen who shocked the other school wizards.

Why does this 'unreputable' little wizard have more prestige at Hogwarts than the heir of Gryffindor?

In addition, the terrifying strength displayed by Gryffindor and the Slytherin little wizard also made them terrified.

This school made them feel strange, as if they had come to another world.

why?

Why are you so good?

And just when the little wizards of the three major schools were thinking about life.

The side door next to the podium was suddenly pushed open.

The visitor is Professor McGonagall.

After approaching, she was taken aback for a moment.

She was a little taken aback by the silence in her ears.

Then he saw the little boy in the crowd who ate rudely, even grabbing and grabbing, and had no education at all.

Immediately, there was an answer in my heart.

"Hermione Granger!" She stood in front of the small door and shouted towards the auditorium: "Miss Granger! Please come here!"

Hearing Professor McGonagall calling her, Hermione lifted the hair beside her ear and stood up in a daze.

Then she walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables and the podium, with a thousand eyes on her behind her.

"Well—go through that door," said Professor McGonagall gently.

But the more gentle Professor McGonagall behaved, the more guilty Hermione felt. She felt that it would be a shame if she didn't win the Academy Cup even once in seven years of school.

Professor McGonagall's gaze was more like a lashing at her.

"Professor—" Hermione opened her mouth, and told Professor McGonagall what happened just now in two or three sentences.

heard.

The Dean of the Lion Academy, who was famous for his seriousness, still had a smile on his face.

But from the slightly twitching corners of her mouth and the increasingly cold eyes, it could be seen that Professor McGonagall was on the verge of eruption.

"Okay, Miss Granger. Go in. The professors will take care of other things." She opened her mouth reluctantly, and then made way for the passage behind her.

After looking back deeply and forgetting about the Gryffindor wizards who were already sweating all over, they resolutely turned around and followed Hermione.

Walking out of the Great Hall, Miss Granger found herself in a small room with portraits of wizards on both walls.In the fireplace opposite her a fire was burning brightly.

As she entered, all the faces in the portraits turned to look at her.

Hermione frowned, feeling restrained by the strange gazes around her.Their eyes were too hot, as if she was some rare treasure.

She saw a crumpled witch fleeing from her frame and into the frame next to a wizard with a walrus beard.The wrinkled witch began to whisper to him.

By this time Viktor Krum, Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, and Coatel Stewart were all round the fire.

Against the background of the flames, the impression of those four figures was particularly strong.Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bowed his waist and meditated there, and slightly distanced himself from the other two.

Cedric stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes on the fire.

Coatle Stewart was far away from everyone, standing alone in front of the wall, looking at the portraits.

And when Hermione walked in, only Fleur turned her head first, and she rushed over quickly, her long silver hair like a waterfall fluttering behind her.

"Glad to see you here. Hermione, now we have to be rivals again."

"???" Hermione was confused, she didn't understand what Fleur meant.

Behind them, the professors and principals were talking about something.

Until Professor McGonagall walked over.

"Oh! Stopped outside?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "That kid is still cruel, alas - he is getting older and is becoming less and less cruel."

He said.

"As for punishment, Miss Granger just told me about the child's punishment for all students-"

"I think this is reasonable." Principal Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall calmly, "Staying up all night may have a bad effect on the health of little wizards, and most people can't hold on if they don't sleep all night. .”

"It's better." Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Let them copy the school rules! They should be able to copy the school rules twenty times in one night. They are still young and energetic, and they can copy quickly."

Old Deng looked like an old naughty boy, his blue eyes full of treacherous excitement.

Hearing the sound, Professor McGonagall's cheeks twitched - she was unable to complain about the boring prank in front of him.She has been used to it for decades.

It's just that since that boy appeared at Hogwarts, Albus's 'naughtiness' seems to be getting worse.

"And Mr. Sanchez himself—"

"Of course he followed the little wizard to copy the school rules in the auditorium." Dumbledore said seriously, "He is the president of the student union and must set an example."

What a sin!

Professor McGonagall could no longer control the expression on his face.

the other side--

When Owen mentioned the benefit of copying the school rules twenty times, Hermione finally learned from Fleur that she became a Hogwarts warrior.

To be honest, she was a little surprised, but not much.

Since starting school at Hogwarts, I have walked into the castle twice a year, and every time there has been a new crisis.She was used to it not being the same every year.

Needless to say, there was another conspiracy this time - and it was probably aimed at her.

But being used to it doesn't mean that Hermione will obey such an arrangement. She doesn't want to participate in the hegemony competition at all, and she doesn't have much time to read.

"Hermione, you must participate." Fleur blinked a pair of beautiful green eyes, "The Goblet of Fire spit out your name, and signed a magical contract with you. If this contract is not fulfilled, terrible things may happen."

"But, I didn't throw my name into the Goblet of Fire. I wasn't even in the castle all day today." Hermione frowned, "And I'm not 17 years old."

"The age limit was only added this year." Fleur explained. "At the beginning, there was no such limit in the Goblet of Fire. This is why there were so many casualties in previous games. Someone must have put your name into it. Goblet of Fire, he cast a powerful confusion spell to make the Goblet of Fire think that there were five schools participating in the competition, and you were the only competitor from the fifth school, so it would definitely spit out your name."

"It's a conspiracy." Hermione said solemnly. "Anyone want me to play?"

"But why?"

She's just an ordinary little wizard.Why would someone want to play tricks on her?

"I'm just an ordinary little wizard."

"Normal?" Mr. Ludo Bagman from the Sports Department rubbed his smooth chin, walked over with a smile, and looked down at Hermione.

"Miss Granger, I must tell you the truth. In other parts of the world, you are almost as famous as Dumbledore. Everyone says you are his successor. You are his favorite student, the number one student in the world. Two rising wizarding stars."

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For some reason, the moment Mr. Ludo Bagman said that she was Dumbledore's favorite student, a strange look passed over her.

Then, an instinct engraved into her DNA forced her to open her mouth immediately: "I'm not, I don't, Owen is Professor Dumbledore's favorite student."

"puff!"

Hermione had just finished speaking.

From a corner of the small room, there was a short, sharp sneering sound suddenly.

"Oh, sorry."

Coyatl, who was visiting the portrait, turned around, one of her hands naturally drooped, and the other hand covered her mouth.

"I thought I heard a joke."

"What do you mean!" Fu Rong stood up first, and she stared at the woman in disgust. The woman with similar silver hair to her was really annoying.

Especially with the slightly sarcastic expression on her face, people who watched it just wanted to beat her up.

"Hermione's strength is beyond doubt."

"Fleur." Granger stopped her, "don't pay attention to her."

Then he turned to look at Mr. Ludo Bagman, "Is there no way for the Ministry of Magic to cancel the Goblet of Fire contract? Isn't it always kept in the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's just preserved." Ludo Bagman slowly explained: "Who made it, no one can figure it out now. There is a theory that it may be Merlin's creation. According to the legend created the Goblet of Fire."

"Holy Grail?" Hermione's eyebrows were frivolous. The name was so familiar. She could guarantee that the Holy Grail in the wizarding world was by no means the Holy Grail in religious concepts.

"A powerful source of magical power that allows wizards to form contracts with some powerful magical creatures. I heard that there was a grabbing war called the Holy Grail War before. But these have been silent in history." Ludo · Bagman continued, "I want to say that this magical contract has been passed down for a long time. At present, there is no way to cancel it in the magical world. Maybe destroying the Goblet of Fire is okay, but that is absolutely not allowed."

"Mr. Ludo Bagman is right." At this time, the group of professors and principals finally reached a consensus.

"Anyway, Miss Granger, you must participate." Dumbledore came over and said softly.

"But--"

"Or, you don't have the confidence to win the championship trophy for Hogwarts?" Old Deng smiled slightly.

"Of course I am confident, Professor."

"That's enough." The old principal looked at Mr. Ludo Bagman, "Next, please ask the Minister of Magic, Mr. Crouch, to guide our warriors!"

"Okay." Barty Crouch stepped out of the shadows behind Dumbledore.

His face was extremely ugly, and Ms. Maxim and Professor Yulali also had the same unhappy expression.

Crouch waved his hand and motioned for the other little wizards to come closer.

Then he said it in a serious tone without any fluctuation.

“The first project will be carried out on November 24, in front of other students and the judging panel.

Warriors may not request or accept any assistance from their teachers in completing a competition project.The only weapon the warrior has in his first challenge is his wand.You will not learn about the second project until the first project is over.Because the competition is so demanding and lasts so long, the Warriors don't take the school year exams. "

After that, he turned to look at Dumbledore, and said in a blunt tone, "I think that's all, Albus?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "thank you, Mr. Crouch was very detailed."

"Hmph!" Kratch hummed in response.

Then, when the dust had settled, he turned around and left the small room with Mr. Ludo Bagman.

Judging by his appearance, he should be going back to the ministry.

With the departure of Barty Cratchit, the atmosphere in the room became more solemn.

Dumbledore looked at his figure, with emotions like waves surging behind the half-moon glasses. In his memory, Barty Crutch was a serious and self-disciplined child when he was a student.

Although he was born in Slytherin House, he was not as keen on pure blood as those Death Eaters.Although he is also passionate about rights, he is ultimately a just person.

But now—times have changed, he, like Fudge, has become a slave to power.

Cold-blooded and scary.