Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 285 Hermione squirming on the bed (revised)

After briefly chatting about these five schools and learning about their unique special magic, Harry asked curiously:

"Professor, why didn't the other magic schools come to participate in the competition this time?"

"There are three magic schools that have no outstanding students. They didn't even participate in the last Magic School Potions Championship, let alone this time's Six-wizard Tournament."

Professor Dumbledore said with a smile,

"After all, magic schools are all about face. If there are no students who can do anything, how can they intentionally embarrass themselves?"

"If Hogwarts hadn't produced such an outstanding student as you, we would have missed this Magic School Potions Championship."

"And the Six Wizard Tournament will probably not happen anymore. It will only maintain the scale of the original Triwizard Tournament."

"We are only willing to communicate with excellent magic schools. The original Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are not ranked high in the world. We can just communicate internally. There is no need to show shame. Throw it outside Europe.”

"What about the other two magic schools? Kodosdorez and Wagadu seem to have participated in the last Potions Championship." Harley raised a new question.

"Something happened in the magical world where Kodos Dorizzi lives." Professor Dumbledore shrugged.

"You know, their Muggle country disintegrated, and the wizarding world split with it."

"Originally, the big-ass officials (Professor Dumbledore would not call him such a nickname, but the author was afraid of being judged) thought that everything was settled, so they arranged for students to participate in the potion championships later."

"As a result, the sequelae of the split have appeared now. During the last British Quidditch World Cup, the conflicts in that region became more and more intense, so now there is no energy to participate in such competitions."

Professor Dumbledore's tone seemed a little low, as if he was sad that Kodos Dorez could not come to participate in the competition, and even more regretful for the disappearance of the powerful and huge magical world.

"As for Ouagadu, they have a little problem of their own. Last year they detected a suspected case of the Black Death."

"Although only one student died in the end and there was no contagion, no amount of potions or magic could cure that student."

"This scared them so much that they decided not to go out for a short time and refused to participate in any international competitions."

Listening to Professor Dumbledore's words, Harry felt inexplicably familiar.

She suddenly remembered that Fleur seemed to have mentioned this disgusting guy who was shrouded in the halo of his disease.

Forget it, I feel unlucky when I think about it, it would be a good thing if I don’t come.

Only Professor Dumbledore felt a little regretful. After all, Vargadu's wandless spellcasting and fighting in the Animagus form were outstanding, and Kodos Dorez's control of cold weather was unique in the world.

It's really a pity that I can't communicate with them.

Seeing that the time had reached nine o'clock, Harley was about to get up and leave.

But the expression on Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly became extremely serious, and he looked at Harry seriously:

"Harry, before we end tonight's conversation, I want to ask you a question. And I personally hope you can tell the truth."

"I should have mentioned to you that only with an almost rule-level understanding in a certain field can it be possible to master the Animagus in the form of magical animals."

"And if there is an almost rule-level understanding in the new field later, the existing magical animal forms Animagus species will not undergo major changes, but will only change at a subtle level."

"I have a unique establishment in the fields of life and transfiguration, and Tom has his own understanding in the field of death."

"Grindelwald is good at order, mind and death, so he can stir up troubles in Europe."

Professor Dumbledore paused for a moment, hesitated slightly, and then added,

"And his understanding of death and my understanding of life... can be said to be the opposite of life and death, similar but different."

"And Nico... I only know that he has reached an extremely high level in the field of alchemy and has lived for such a long time. It is possible that he also has his own unique understanding in the field of life."

"And I can confirm that all four of us have our own Animagus in the form of magical animals."

"For example, I am a phoenix, and Tom's Animagus is an emerald green snake that is more powerful than a basilisk, with black mist surrounding it."

"So...in which areas did you touch the level of rules?"

Professor Dumbledore's last words were inaudible, but they appeared clearly in Harry's ears.

Seeing that Harry was silent, Professor Dumbledore suddenly had the smile that had been on his face all year round:

"Of course, it's okay if you don't want to say it. After all, this is your own privacy and you have the right to keep it secret."

"Actually, it's not that we can't reveal it," Harley looked hesitant, and after thinking for a while, she said,

"I feel like I have almost come into contact with the rules of death, and I have recently gained some inexplicable understanding of the field of soul magic."

Of course, the most important authority of the Witch Path, negative emotions and disasters were all concealed by Harley.

Compared with the negative reputation of these two authorities, the first two authorities are simply not worth mentioning. Moreover, the first two areas can be passed on to Senior Riddle, which is simply perfect.

"Death and the soul..." Professor Dumbledore's face was slightly startled, "It's exactly what I thought before..."

Seeing Harry getting up to leave, Professor Dumbledore reminded again:

"Harley, I want to warn you one thing. Animagus in the form of magical animals is best not to be used in competitions."

"Of course, Professor." Harley nodded, "I don't think the competition events are so difficult that I need to use Animagus."

Of course, the more important point is that Harley's Medusa is not an Animagus in the form of a so-called magical animal, but a mythical creature.

The Animagus in magical animal form does not have the ability to drive anyone who sees it into madness, but the mythical creature form still has this ability.

What Harley needs is to accumulate more anchors through the Six Wizards Tournament, not create a lot of crazy people.

While watching Principal Harry's office, Professor Dumbledore's right hand was gently rubbing a black gemstone ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

The black gemstone set in the ring has cracked, but it still shines brightly.

"Tell me, should I tell her about that place?"

Professor Dumbledore looked at the gemstone ring and murmured to himself,

"My dear old fellow..."

…………

Although it was not too early, the lights in Gryffindor Tower were still bright.

The moment Harley stepped into the common room, deafening cheers erupted.

Fred and George simultaneously set off homemade firecrackers, and a gold and a red salute exploded under the ceiling.

Colorful strips of paper mixed with gold and red flew out from it and scattered in all directions.

In a puff of golden-red smoke, the lion on the Gryffindor emblem slowly emerged and let out a roar.

Although the lion has no hair on its neck, the Weasley twins thoughtfully added a crown to the lion to make it more majestic.

The two of them also ingeniously stored a sentence on a magic speaker:

"Let us welcome Her Majesty the Lion Queen to her faithful Gryffindor!"

And now, those words echoed in the common room.

Angelina took the lead, rushed over and gave Harley a hug:

"Awesome, Harley! I knew you could do it! You should be a Hogwarts Champion!"

As she said that, Angelina waved the bottle of butterbeer in her hand, looking extremely happy and not showing the slightest sadness that she had lost the election.

Aria and the other sixth and seventh grade students who had signed up to participate in the Six-wizard Tournament were also cheering, not feeling sad about losing at all.

The little lions who were not old enough to sign up could not contain their excitement and kept pushing over to give Harley blessings and congratulate her on becoming a warrior.

It would be even better if I could say a few more words to Harley at this time.

After dealing with this group of crazy little wizards, Harley was finally free.

She looked around and found delicious food everywhere, as if the dinner in the auditorium had been continued here.

And in a corner of the common room, there were several large barrels of butterbeer and a large pile of Bee Duke's candies.

"Help from some righteous people," Fred caught Harley's gaze and winked at her,

"You know who I'm talking about!"

Seeing the little lions continuing to cheer, Harley felt a little tired and chose to sneak back to her dormitory.

Hermione was on the bed, flipping through a thick ancient book that had been borrowed from the restricted book section and recorded the specific content of previous Triwizard Tournaments.

After seeing Harley, she also showed a heartfelt smile:

"Congratulations, Harley! Congratulations on becoming a warrior!"

"As expected." Harley's voice was slightly calm, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"It's a pity that we didn't find out who sent the other two notes."

A look of worry appeared on Hermione's face: "Yes, it is indeed quite worrying."

"Especially because they were so malicious and either wrote 'Azkaban' or they wrote their names in red paint."

Obviously, only the students sitting at the front of the auditorium saw the last piece of parchment, and what they saw was not that real.

Otherwise they wouldn't be able to see the blood-like color clearly, and Hermione would definitely be even more worried.

"...It's obvious that these people definitely want to ensure that you are selected and take the opportunity to kill you."

Hermione was still flipping through the thick book, and she was flipping through it faster and faster, with an extremely anxious expression on her face.

"I just found out several more cases, including during the competition, some players were poisoned by a blind basilisk, or were eaten by a manticore."

"Now that I think about it, I just need to make some small changes to the events in the competition, such as giving some special potions to some high-risk magical animals."

"Then the danger of this game will skyrocket, and uncontrollable accidents will definitely occur."

"Harry, I think you must be careful..."

Hermione wanted to continue, but suddenly she felt heavy.

Harry didn't know when he had hung his robe on the hanger, wearing only a pair of underwear.

"How about you have some faith in your best friend who is highly skilled in magic? Miss Granger?"

Harley said softly, quickly putting on her pajamas.

"Professor Dumbledore and I chatted all night and prepared a lot of plans, so it's very safe."

"And have you forgotten? I was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, because I was good at fighting."

As he said that, Harry pinched Hermione's nose.

(It has been modified, and the front and back may be slightly inconsistent. Let’s make do with it. The original version cannot be passed.)

"No~"

Hermione let out an inaudible whimper, and her hands that turned the pages of the book hung limply on the bed.

"I know...I know!" She said weakly, "I have confidence in you!"

"Let go of me and take your hands out! That's all I have absolute confidence in you!"

Harry stood up with satisfaction and went to the bathroom humming a tune, leaving Hermione alone in a daze, rubbing her earlobes with her face flushed.

Hermione suddenly closed the book quickly, threw it on the bedside table, and buried her head into the pillow.

She twisted wildly on the bed, and finally calmed down for a while, then kicked down the curtain.

Hedwig was standing at the top of Hermione's tent preening her feathers.

After drinking the magic potion from the Sequence Seven "psychiatrist", she rarely went back to places like the owl loft.

Hedwig wouldn't make a fuss anyway, so Harry let her stay in her dormitory.

Hermione's kick startled Hedwig, and she fluttered her wings and flew to the edge of Harry's bed opposite.

She glanced at Hermione's fully zipped tent in confusion, and tilted her head in confusion.

Crookshanks on the side seemed to want to jump on the bed and ask her owner to comb her hair.

But after she screamed for a long time, what she received was not Hermione's caressing and grooming, but a simple "Shut up, Crookshanks!"

Crookshanks whimpered aggrievedly, opened the door to the dormitory, and prepared to go to the common room to find some snacks to comfort his injured heart.

Hedwig glanced at Crookshanks disdainfully.

Although Hedwig herself didn't know what happened, this didn't stop her from despising in her heart: "Oh, stupid cat!"

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(Thanks to "Nine-tailed Yanhu" and "Big Roubaojun" for their rewards!)

(ps. Regarding the three magic schools that don’t even have names, Rowling actually set a total of eleven magic schools in the entire magic world in the background, but only gave the names of eight magic schools. The other three magic schools did not mention their names, nor did they plan out the countries where the schools are located and the approximate scope of enrollment.)