Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

November 24th, morning.

Draco woke up early before dawn and sat on the bed, still wondering what the damn card was.

"Card? Or do we need to get a business card, or a pass or something like that?"

"Maybe." Harry got up and began to relax himself.

Draco's nervousness almost solidified into substance, he kept taking deep breaths, jumping up and down, and kept muttering words like Krum, Potter, and Granger.

"Competing with you guys is more stressful than facing the Death Eaters."

"You're exaggerating. This is totally unnecessary."

But Harry was wrong.

There is no need for that, only him.

Even Hermione couldn't help but become anxious. Neville paced back and forth. As for Ron, he had turned pale, with the only black spot on his face being around his eyes.

Obviously, he didn't even get enough sleep.

"The wand will be confiscated." He looked bitter, "I really can't think of what I can do without this stick."

"The wands have been tested." Harry couldn't help but remind: "That is to say, our respective wands will appear in the competition, but how and under what conditions they appear depends on the relevant rules."

"Really?" Ron still didn't believe it.

"Of course, that's a reasonable guess, isn't it." Harry spread his hands.

"What if Ollivander is lying to us?" Ron said suddenly, "Maybe he just wants you to have this guess and use it to deceive you. Is that possible?"

"."

"Perhaps you have a point."

After some absent-minded morning exercises, several people walked towards the auditorium.

Perhaps because everyone knows that today is the opening day of the competition, the whole school has become restless. In the past, there would not be many people in the auditorium at this time, but now it is already crowded.

"Roar--"

A heavy lion roar suddenly appeared.

"Support Gryffindor! Cheer for us, today!!" Fred George walked over excitedly and threw another candy into his throat.

"Roar--"

A mighty roar came out of his mouth.

"In addition, Weasley's Wunderkind's newest series of ferocious beast candy will be officially available for sale after this competition." Their voices became heavy and powerful, and the two of them continued to sing in unison.

Draco raised his eyebrows, as if he had finally found something to distract himself.

He raised his wand and pointed it at the sky above the auditorium, and bursts of green fireworks shot out from the wand.

The fireworks formed a giant snake in the sky, then suddenly opened its sharp fangs and made a threatening hissing sound.

The next moment, the fireworks suddenly bloomed and turned into a silver subtitle in the air again.

【SLYTHERIE】

Harry turned his head and asked in a low voice: "You were imitating the sound of a snake just now, right?"

"Keep your voice down. I don't really make snake noises."

The next moment, outside the auditorium.

A hawk suddenly flew out and directly dispersed Draco's fireworks.

"Who?!"

"Malfoy, you are still so high-profile." Mike walked out of the auditorium, and the goshawk circled and made a loud cry.

Draco retorted, "You conjured up a fat chicken like this, are you trying to wake others up?"

Honestly speaking, as two fourth-grade students, the skills they just displayed were enough to secure their positions as "warriors".

Yes, even for senior grades, this is already an extremely beautiful spell.

but

Harry looked at the red shadow in the distance and couldn't help muttering.

“This is not good.”

Then Harry clasped his hands together and crossed his knuckles in front of his chest.

"Perhaps we should say—"

The next moment, he slowly raised his hands and opened them.

Along with this movement, four beasts appeared, twisting and intertwining with each other, as if fighting or dancing.

Finally, the movements of the four beasts gradually solidified, and finally solidified in mid-air. They were separated at the four corners, and at the same time, there appeared graceful patterns and spokes, as well as the huge "H" in the middle of the four beasts!

"For Hogwarts!" he said slowly.

After he finished speaking, there was no sound in the entire auditorium.

The huge three-dimensional school emblem in the air suddenly opened up, and once again, accompanied by fireworks, it transformed into four beasts that rushed toward the auditorium, while making huge roars and cries, or hissing sounds filled with an eerie atmosphere.

Along with this noise, the next moment, the passion of all the students was completely ignited.

"For Hogwarts!!"

"Hogwarts Forever!"

At the same time, the Durmstrang students who came to the hall also saw this scene, and they even stopped outside because of the sudden loud noise.

"These people from Hogwarts." Someone couldn't help but mutter, his face a little stiff.

"Home advantage, that's normal." Marcus Flint just smiled gently and led the way inside.

In the hall, Harry vaguely heard a question.

"Mr. Potter, where's the voice of our little badger?"

Harry turned around and walked towards the Slytherin table without looking back.

He doesn't know how a badger calls.

After breakfast, almost all the warriors turned their attention to the guest of honor seats.

"All warriors, please gather at the dueling arena at nine o'clock in the morning!" Professor McGonagall stood up and said.

At the Gryffindor table, Neville and the others stood up, found Harry and the others, and said impatiently, "Let's go, now."

"It's just after eight," said Harry.

"Grab a good spot, what if it's like a broomstick race?" Hermione said seriously.

Soon, everyone arrived at the duel arena.

However, at this moment, there is already a huge pillar in the center of the stadium.

It was a huge and tall pillar, and on top of the pillar, there was a square object that looked like a cube.

"It's used for development!" Fred George said confidently, "The light reflected by that flat material is the same as the Quidditch World Cup. It seems that the scope of this competition is not limited to the dueling arena."

The stands of the entire stadium are no longer divided into pieces, but have become a ring like the ancient Roman Colosseum in Italy.

In the ring, there is only one room that protrudes inward, and it is divided into two floors. Obviously, it will be a better place to watch the game.

As time passed and the audience arrived, it soon approached nine o'clock in the morning.

There were more people on the circular viewing platform than Harry had imagined. Harry even saw many faces that did not belong to Hogwarts, such as Madam Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks, Madam Puddifoot's waitress, and the owner of David's Ice Cream in Diagon Alley.

And Lupin and Sirius? Sirius turned into a big black dog and sat next to Lupin.

So many people came, not just from Hogwarts. There was no doubt that this was another grand event.

Harry waved to Sirius and then turned his gaze to his surroundings.

He saw someone from Beauxbatons quickly pull out a bottle of potion from his bag and quietly pour it into his mouth.

"Felix Felicis?" Draco saw it too, and muttered uncertainly, "Damn it, why didn't I think of that?"

And since that person, it seemed that many people had already made similar preparations and quickly put potions or other things into their mouths.

"Oh, that won't do."

A calm voice sounded in everyone's ears.

The next moment, the skin of all those who had drunk the potion gradually turned red, and then layers of thick mist began to emanate from their bodies.

Obviously, that was the potion they had just taken.

The professors came, and with them came officials from the Ministry of Magic and media reporters from various countries.

"Get ready for the game. Everyone should keep one meter apart from the people around them. We need to check and collect supplies." Mu En raised his hand.

At the same time, in the only protruding room of the Colosseum, there was also a busy scene.

"Is the broadcast set up ready? Make sure the other two schools can receive the footage in real time."

"Where's Jordan? Are you ready?"

At this moment, Jordan held the microphone tightly with both hands. He had never felt so many eyes focused on him. His steps were trembling and his breathing became rapid.

"Three schools, thousands of eyes will be focused on me." He kept taking deep breaths.

"Don't be nervous!" Bagman slapped him on the back. "This is a great opportunity for you to show off. I believe in you!"

As an official who took small bets at the Quidditch World Cup with students like Fred and George, Bagman was never a stereotype.

Although he didn't know why Jones recommended this young man, after observing Jordan some time ago, he had already believed in the kid's commentary level.

"You have to know that what people are looking at most this time is not the warriors, but you!" Bagman said, "Do a good job!"

At the same time, below, silver cat patronuses were sniffing at the little wizards. Moon walked among them, collecting the wands one by one.

"I think you need to give this necklace to me first, ma'am." Mu En said.

"Professor, this is the pendant my grandmother gave me." The girl said reluctantly.

"It seems that your grandmother is a master at making Transfiguration props." Mu En smiled: "So, please give it to me."

After receiving the necklace, Mu En walked towards the next student.

The student had a thin face. As soon as he saw Mu En, he took the initiative to put the wand in Mu En's hand.

"The wand," Moon continued.

"Sir, the wand is in your hand."

"I'm talking about the one you hid in your left trouser leg."

A moment later, Moon came to Harry's side.

"Everything, including the little snake," said Mu En.

"Okay." Harry nodded quickly, took off all his belongings and handed them to Muen.

"Fred, you know I think it's not a big deal to take something out of a person's stomach, right?" Moon said with a smile, then turned to look at a Durmstrang man on the other side and spoke in Bulgarian.

"Do you need me to help you pull out that loose denture?"

No one knew how he managed to find out what was hidden so deep.

With such a rhythm, the students behind him became much more obedient and took the initiative to hand over their belongings.

After a while, all the warriors' supplies were taken away. The referee team and the teaching team all gathered in the viewing room below the studio.

At the same time, in the studio, the alchemy recorder was officially started.

"Gentlemen and ladies, after so long--" Jordan's heart suddenly tightened.

Thirty-eight years? Fifty-six years?

Why, why can't I remember anything now? ! !

Bagman stood beside him, smiling and lip-syncing.

"Just like you always do!"

Jordan took a deep breath, looked at the huge video camera in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The next moment, he smiled.

France, deep in the Pyrenees Mountains, in a flat depression, the Beauxbatons School of Magic, famous throughout Europe, is located here.

Although it is almost the end of the year, Beauxbatons is still as green as spring.

Beauxbatons is different from Hogwarts. Although its main body is also a huge castle, it is not a Gothic castle that grows upward like Hogwarts.

Instead, it is a complex of buildings called a castle, which is a Roman castle style with a semicircular roof and a circular barrel vault.

The area surrounding Beauxbatons was not an alpine meadow like that of Hogwarts, but rather a series of huge, well-maintained gardens.

At this moment, in the central square of the castle, all the little wizards of Beauxbatons gathered together and looked at the figure on the huge screen in front of them.

"What's up with this guy?" A little wizard said dissatisfiedly, "He looks like he has no experience at all, but his French is pretty standard."

"French seems to work like magic." Another Beauxbatons seventh-year student explained, noting Jordan's lip shape.

Just as they were discussing, Jordan on the screen smiled.

"I just thought about it. Do you know how many years it has been? Well, I can't remember it anyway. I'm not the Warriors from the last game.

Anyway, after many, many years, welcome to the Triwizard Tournament! I am Lee Jordan, the commentator of this event! "

His words became smoother and his expression became more relaxed.

"Now, let's focus on the competition venue. This time..."

At the scene, as the lights on the video camera went out, Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not stop and continued to speak.

"Very good, let's now turn our attention to the referee's seat. There are five referees in this panel - I would like to introduce their penalty mottos to you here."

"First, never act on impulse; second, never ignore any warrior's outstanding performance; third, the referee must be fair and beautiful!"

"That is to say, they came here for only one purpose, and that is fairness! Fairness! Or - fairness!!"

Meanwhile, below.

Seeing that the time had reached nine o'clock, the huge display screen above their heads had already shown the picture, however.

"What exactly are we going to do?"

"what is happening."

"What are we standing here for? Are we competing to see who can stay longer?!"

Harry was also somewhat puzzled at the moment, looking around for anything abnormal.

"What exactly is going on?"

Suddenly, a dazzling light began to appear on the ground. Everyone looked downward and saw that a huge rune formation had appeared beneath their feet without them knowing.

"What is this?!" Harry felt the breath of the abyss.

It was a terrifying and oppressive feeling that could not be escaped, even if he used a portal.

Then, the scene in front of his eyes began to gradually turn black.

Jordan's passionate roar lingered in my ears.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first event of this Triwizard Tournament."

"Fool's Journey!!"