Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 376 The Wizard's Path

In mid-February, after class one day, professors ran around the crowd, looking for students who were scattered all over the place.

"Potter!" A deep voice found Draco's secret classroom and pushed the door open. It was obvious who the professor was who could do such a thing.

Snape, with a crooked nose, stood at the door and glanced at the people in the room.

His nose is now the same as Dumbledore's, because the bridge of his nose was broken, and it looks like a "》" when viewed from the front. Obviously, he has no intention of healing it, or rather, this is a scar with special meaning to him.

Just like Dumbledore wouldn't heal him from the punch Aberforth had given him.

"professor."

Harry stood up from the sofa and spoke to Snape for the first time since the punch.

"All warriors, go to the stadium now," he said, his eyes sweeping over Draco again. "Everyone knows this. If you weren't lying on the sofa here, I wouldn't have to make this trip."

"Sorry, I'll be right there." Draco stood up awkwardly but politely and walked out with Harry.

On the way, some cold wind mixed with raindrops hit them. Draco put his hands in his sleeves and said, "Is it starting now? Why is it so sudden?"

At this moment, there were not only them walking on this path, but also a lot of classmates who came over to watch the fun.

"I don't know either." Harry shook his head: "Maybe some rules should be told in advance."

Draco nodded and said no more, and the two of them walked, and in a few moments they were outside the stadium, and saw the Gryffindor group waiting there.

Hermione anxiously led them into the stadium. Harry and the others looked around and found that the other warriors had all arrived, and all the professors and officials from the Ministry of Magic had also arrived.

Paying attention to the discussions around them, they looked towards the base of the stadium, only to find that the surrounding area had been divided into pieces of space, which seemed to have some strange use.

pop-

It was still the familiar clapping sound, and Mu En drew everyone's attention back to himself.

"Welcome, welcome." Mu En said cheerfully, "I hope everyone has had an easy two-month break."

Not at all, the students below muttered to themselves. The second project that had not yet been revealed had been pressing them tightly like a monster in the fog.

Mu En smiled. He knew what these guys were thinking from their disapproving expressions.

But he didn't care.

"We all know that there were many events in ancient sports games," said Mu En. "Arts and sports have never been the main theme of human history, but they have always been a part of our history. From the ancient Greek Olympics to the modern Olympics in the early 16th century, it has been more than 2,000 years.

This time, we will continue, or rather imitate the Olympic Games, to carry out the second event of the Tri-Power Championship.

This competition will cover culture, art, witchcraft and magic, and all warriors will compete in a grand competition across the UK."

Suddenly, the people below saw Dumbledore slightly turn sideways, as if reminding someone of something.

Mu En nodded, then looked at the students below.

"There is no Northern Ireland. It covers England, Scotland and Wales," he said.

Northern Ireland and England and Wales are separated by the Channel, so it doesn't seem strange not to include them in the fun.

The 22 warriors engaged in a heated discussion and had an incredible conversation about a competition covering the entire British Isles. This was unheard of before for them, and once the news was released, it would inevitably cause an uproar.

Mu En also quietly waited for the following discussion. They were not in a hurry and were willing to give these boys time to release their emotions.

It was not until several minutes later that the noise below gradually quieted down.

“And in this competition, there will be a project that covers the entire competition process.” His voice rang out, causing everyone to hold their breath, afraid of missing the news.

"【Chariot Race】"

"Chariot?!" A deep and strong voice sounded, as if it was broken, with surprise. Everyone looked towards the source of the voice, and sure enough, it was Slytherin's McCherry.

Facing everyone's gazes, he looked a little embarrassed, then drew out a card.

Major Arcana - Chariot

A warrior wearing an eight-pointed star helmet and dressed in armor drove a chariot pulled by an eagle-headed horse-winged beast and marched forward towards victory with an awe-inspiring momentum that was unstoppable.

Moon nodded. "Yes, someone obviously already knows where to use their Major Arcana cards."

As he spoke, he continued to introduce the rules: "This competition is a multi-person event. You need to form a chariot team of at most three people and at least two people to start a sprint race across the UK.

From the Soo Highlands all the way south to London. Along the way, there are nine major events for everyone to participate in. After each event and participation, you will get points based on the competition results. After participating in all the events, you will go to the only destination - Diagon Alley, London.

Based on the order of arrival time, each team will receive different scores from high to low.

At the same time, throughout the game, each team will be observed by the referees and receive different performance points.”

In the audience, everyone listened carefully to Mu En's explanation of the rules, not daring to take it lightly at all.

"Is the total score the sum of the three scores?" someone raised his hand and asked.

Mu En nodded and opened his hands: "The [Nine Major Events Points], [London Finish Line Points] and [Performance Points] are exactly the same. The final score is the sum of the scores of each team."

However, some people still don't quite understand it, or want more rules and clarity so that they can carry out strict planning.

Especially for this unclear [in-game performance score].

After Mu En got this doubt, he was not in a hurry, but pointed to the ground.

"Performance points are all-encompassing. A foolish, avoidable self-sacrifice will not receive extra points. A sinister trick that uses every possible means will not be deducted as long as the desired result is achieved. Just do your best, and as long as your performance is outstanding, you will naturally win the favor of the judges."

Draco nodded in satisfaction, feeling relieved, and said with a smile on his face, "It seems that I don't have to pretend to be noble anymore. That's good."

"Fighting is the main theme." Harry smiled. He was not surprised by this rule. Just like the first round, the rules made by Uncle Moon never avoided the dark magic that Durmstrang was good at. On the one hand, he believed that his students had the means to resist. On the other hand, he did not shy away from fighting and disdained to restrict his opponents.

And in this competition, he will not restrict those ruthless and unscrupulous players.

Mu En didn't care about what was going on below and just stretched out two fingers.

"Two weeks, two weeks to build your own [Chariot]. All resources are provided by us. Submit the team list to each principal before tomorrow morning, and then start preparing the chariot in the area marked out under your feet. You will demonstrate your Transfiguration, Alchemy or other ideas on this creation.

During this period, we need to sign a confidentiality oath, and you can only think about how to build a tank for your own team by yourself, and you will not be able to get any other help.

Performance points also start here.

Two weeks later, here it is.

The Wizard's Path - Officially Launched! "