Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 272: Be gentle, Harry

Professor Dumbledore had to wave his hand gently to stop the students' noise, and then added:

"I know everyone is eager to fight for the honor of Hogwarts."

"Honestly, if I were your age, I would be dying to compete in this competition."

"Not to mention that the winner of the competition will receive a bonus of one thousand gold galleons."

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore showed a nostalgic expression on his face, and the students below also let out friendly laughter.

"What's more, there are always some young wizards with extraordinary talents, far beyond their age."

"So our six magic schools and the ministries of magic of each country conducted repeated consultations and set additional rules."

"As long as they pass certain additional reviews and sign a magic agreement, little wizards under the age of seventeen can also participate in the selection."

"I can vouch here that that review was set up by me personally and was extremely difficult."

"This measure is very necessary." Professor Dumbledore said seriously,

"After all, the mortality rate in the Triwizard Tournament in previous years was too high. Even the best students in seventh grade have a high probability of being injured or disabled."

"So I have to take action myself to ensure that only qualified little wizards can pass the registration."

"That's all the information I want to say." Professor Dumbledore concluded his speech after dinner.

“Anyway, delegations from the other five schools will arrive on Halloween in October and will spend most of the semester with us.”

"I hope everyone will behave well during this period and not bring shame to Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands,

"That's all I want to say. Now please go back to your respective dormitories and enjoy the warm beds!"

The students stood up and walked out of the foyer.

Harry and Hermione whispered something, then nimbly blended into the crowd and quickly disappeared.

Hermione stood there for a few seconds, then followed the group back to Gryffindor Tower.

As soon as they walked out of the hall, Fred and George suddenly squeezed over and asked loudly:

"Hermione, where's Harry?"

"She has something to do. She will go back to her dormitory at night." Hermione replied,

"Why, do you have anything to do with her?"

"Of course I have something to do." Fred said with a smile, "In fact, I can also come to you."

"You two are probably the ones who read the most in Gryffindor. I definitely want to come and get some information about the original Triwizard Tournament!"

Listening to Fred's words, the Gryffindors walking in the same corridor unconsciously slowed down.

It was obvious to everyone how much Harry and Hermione read and how much time they spent in the library.

So slow down and listen now, it may be of some use.

"That's good." Hermione thought for a while and recited most of the information about the Triwizard Tournament from the books she had read.

By the time they reached the Gryffindor common room, they were surrounded by young lion cubs who had come to listen.

Finally, Hermione spread her hands and said, "There's only so much content in the book."

"As for the specific content of the previous Triwizard Tournaments, I can only go to the library and slowly check them."

"I wasn't particularly interested in it at the time. I only knew the general information about the Triwizard Tournament, but not the specific content."

But this information was enough, and many people had longing expressions on their faces.

It is a rare honor that comes once every five years. You have to overcome three difficulties, defeat strong enemies from other schools, and finally win the trophy under the spotlight.

What's more, this year's competition has been fully upgraded, which means that I can show my superb magic skills in front of more people.

What a chance to shine!

Not to mention the huge bonus that exceeds a year's salary of a Ministry of Magic employee.

I really yearn for it!

Seeing Hermione's indifferent expression, George couldn't help but asked curiously:

"Hermione, why do I feel that you are not excited at all when facing the Six Wizards Tournament?"

"Aren't you going to apply to sign up?"

"Only one person from each school can participate in the competition." Ginny on the side suddenly said,

"And all students in the school can sign up to participate in the competition, as long as they pass Professor Dumbledore's review."

"So this means Harley can also sign up."

Ginny's words were like a bucket of ice poured over the head in the hot June weather, waking up everyone in the common room.

Hogwarts only has one place for warriors... so why should they be warriors?

Who in the entire Hogwarts can compete with Harry, who has multiple honors and is extremely powerful in magic?

Is it really that easy to get the first-class medal of Sir Merlin?

And Harley is not a first-class medal obtained by donating huge amounts of gold galleons to the Sir Order of Merlin like some pure-blood nobles.

She has a real sword and a real gun, facing danger head on, and earning a medal by force.

Others who want to participate should ask themselves why they should be representatives of Hogwarts and become warriors!

The noise in the common room disappeared, and almost everyone bowed their heads in thought.

Many seventh-grade students showed helpless smiles.

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In the principal's office, Harley was squeezing her body comfortably into the soft sofa, sipping hot cocoa.

Fox pitifully rubbed his head against Harley, but Harley rejected him ruthlessly:

"No, Fox, no. You are a mature phoenix and you should learn to control your desires!"

"Professor Dumbledore has spoken. You secretly ate all his honey candies, so you won't be able to eat sweets for the next month."

Fox looked annoyed and lay listlessly on Harley's lap.

Originally, she didn't eat much sweets, but Professor Dumbledore always invited her to taste the disgusting things like piles of cockroaches.

As a result, one day during the summer vacation, Professor Dumbledore brought back a jar of sizzling honey candies for the first time, and was called out before he could enjoy it himself.

It turns out that Professor Dumbledore didn't buy many other candies, and he almost finished them within two days of buying them, without even tasting them himself.

So Fox was curious for a moment and wanted to try what this golden liquid tasted like, and finally got out of hand.

Now that I think about it, I regret it! If I had left some for the old man, wouldn't I be able to eat all kinds of candies now?

"Fox really likes you." Professor Dumbledore also leaned on his chair, holding a cup of steaming honey milk in his hand.

"As for the Six-wizard tournament I mentioned tonight, Harley, do you want to participate?"

"Of course." Harley replied with a serious face, "Of course I want to participate."

"Striving for honor for Hogwarts is a task that every wizard at Hogwarts should take the initiative to complete."

"What's more, I am a Gryffindor, and Gryffindor's courage does not allow me to back down!"

"it is good!"

Before Professor Dumbledore could speak, the portraits of the old principals on the wall burst into cheers.

In particular, several old Gryffindor principals clapped their hands and shouted loudly,

"Look! Look! This is the realization of a Gryffindor! Can Slytherin do it! Does Hufflepuff have it! Can Ravenclaw do it!"

The other old principals wanted to beat these old guys to death, or at least tear their mouths apart.

Do you really think everyone doesn’t know how Harry got to Gryffindor? It’s not like Dumbledore, an old cunning man, let the Sorting Hat operate in secret because of special circumstances!

Otherwise, there’s no telling which college Harry will go to! At least Slytherin and Ravenclaw have a higher probability!

At that time, everyone completely witnessed the development of the matter!

Now that you've got a bargain, why don't you behave yourself? After seeing this, we have no choice but to carry out a round of justice!

Professor Dumbledore ignored the group of old guys who started to quarrel, but looked at Harry with a dumbfounded expression on his face:

"Isn't this a bit too bullying of other schools? After all, your current strength is not much worse than that of an old man like me."

"If I insist that you are inferior to me in any way, it's probably just in the accumulation of various magical knowledge."

"Hehe." Harley smiled brightly, without any guilt or embarrassment on her face.

"Just think of it as me teaching them a lesson in advance, a lesson called society."

"After leaving school, they can't always expect to compete only with their contemporaries."

Professor Dumbledore lifted it gently with his fingertips, and the half-moon spectacle lenses reflected the gentle light:

"That's right. It's up to you. Just be gentle when the time comes."

"I think no one in the entire Hogwarts can compete with you. You are probably the champion of Hogwarts."

Harley took a sip of hot cocoa, feeling the warm liquid swirling in her stomach, and asked curiously:

"Then how will we conduct the selection then? How will we select the underage wizards?"

"Hush~!" Professor Dumbledore raised a finger,

"It's not fun to say it now, Hallie, please allow me to keep some secrets."

"That test is easy for you anyway."

"Well, I think it shouldn't be difficult."

Harley put the unfinished hot cocoa on the table and let Fox jump on it while she stood up.

"Professor, I'm going back first. I wish you good night."

Harry turned and left the principal's office, and happened to run into Professor Moody before going out.

"Professor, good evening." Harley bowed slightly.

Professor Moody responded in a hoarse voice: "Good evening, Miss Potter."

But the empty one was retracted into his sleeve, and he seemed ready to pop out the wand at any moment.

"I won't interrupt your conversation with Professor Dumbledore. I wish you both a sweet dream." Harry chuckled and stepped up the stairs, quickly blending into the darkness.

Moody continued to walk into the room, but the magic eye had already penetrated into his eye socket, staring at Harley's retreating figure.

He stood in front of the recliner where Harry was sitting before, but he used his wand to conjure a hard wooden chair and sat on it heavily.

"Good evening, Alastor." Professor Dumbledore filled the cup with honey and milk and made Harry's cup disappear.

Fox, who had just tasted two mouthfuls of hot cocoa, looked at the old man dissatisfied, and then returned to the shelf angrily.

Professor Dumbledore did not pour a cup of tea for Professor Moody. After all, Professor Moody was always cautious and would not drink tea given by others unless he was on a special reconnaissance mission.

"Albus, I'm here to remind you of something." Professor Moody said straightforwardly in a hoarse voice.

"The Dark Mark appeared at the Quidditch World Cup, and those bastards, those rioting bastards."

"I don't believe that those cockroaches are really as lame as the Ministry of Magic's excuses. Most people are just drunk and bewitched by a small number of dark wizards."

"Anyone with a brain can easily see that this is clearly a riot by the Death Eaters! They are announcing that Voldemort is not dead yet!"

As he spoke, Professor Moody pounded the table angrily, as if he wished he could appear in front of the acquitted wizards and cast a curse on each of them.

"Alastor, I think you should learn to get used to these things."

Professor Dumbledore took a sip of the honey milk, enjoying the sweetness of the honey exploding on his taste buds.

"After all, it's the Ministry of Magic, and it's about politics, not magic. This is one of the important reasons why I'm always reluctant to accept the position of Minister of Magic."

The anger had disappeared from Professor Moody's face, and it had become serious again.

"I know what those guys who eat corpses will do. After all, the cockroaches gave me enough gold Galleons."

"I just wanted to remind you that we need to pay attention to the safety of Hogwarts."

"During the upcoming Six Wizards Tournament, there will be two Death Eaters in Hogwarts at the same time."

"This period will be the weakest moment for Hogwarts. After all, five outsiders from the school have entered Hogwarts. These are all uncontrollable factors."

Professor Dumbledore's voice was calm: "Alastor, I think Severus is trustworthy."

"Although he was once a Death Eater, Severus left Voldemort's evil cause before Voldemort's downfall to gather intelligence for us."

"Although I cannot show you some evidence directly, I do trust Severus."

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)

(ps. I was reading the comments there and suddenly found a question, who made this kind of magic eye? Even the Deathly Hallows-level invisibility cloak can be seen through! It can’t be Dumbledore who asked Nico to help create it, right? .)

(Also, someone mentioned yesterday that Moody can see through the invisibility cloak, and he can definitely see through the students' clothes. Well... just assume that he has a very high moral level, and the protagonist's power can also protect himself and his friends. More Besides, I really can’t imagine that such an old Auror who has never been married and dedicated his life to the wizarding world would behave like this.)