Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 380 Weasley's Trickster Special Super Filibuster Fireworks - Triwizard Tournament Bombardment Special Edition

The two Muggle creations were undoubtedly much more eye-catching than the other various chariots. Some people recognized what they were, and some were interested, while others were dismissive, but their eyes were fixed on the stands.

The two teams from Durmstrang, Marcus and Viktor's team, chose three Firebolts. As the fastest flying brooms in the world, many people have begun to secretly regard them as the championship team.

The three brooms can be flexibly formed into various offensive formations. Wizards have a long history of flying broomstick battles, and various duel tactics can be systematically learned.

The other group chose a flying boat.

Yes, it looks like a boat. Flying boats are an old thing in the magic world, but this one seems to have been modified. The whole flying boat is blood red and carries an ominous aura.

"A creation of dark magic, absolutely." Fred pinched his nose and waved his hand to express his disgust.

Besides, Beauxbatons has a carriage and a sleigh?!

The kind of sleigh that Santa Claus uses has a box on the back, so you can tell at a glance that there is something hidden inside.

There were four reindeer pulling the cart in front.

Flying reindeer.

"No wonder their team is called Christmas Is Coming." George looked at the fairytale-like sleigh and nodded in praise. Then he raised his hand and shouted, "Santa Claus, can you give me some presents?"

It was also very lively over there, and he was very happy that someone could understand his ideas and interact with him.

So, the Beauxbatons student said happily: "When the competition starts in a while, I will definitely give you a big gift."

Hearing this, George and Fred looked at each other, and a sly smile appeared on their faces.

"Hehe~"

The spotlight of the Daily Prophet was flashing, and after the cheers, the countdown to departure began.

Jordan became more and more professional. Under his passionate words, all the audiences quieted down, but their hearts began to boil.

The sky above the entire stadium began to feel hot, and everyone was eager to make a move, ready to go.

Cleveland Raul, director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, began to read the final pre-match speech. At the same time, other referees began to score.

"In terms of innovation, I would give a full score of five to the two Hogwarts teams that used Muggle transportation." The director of the Sports Administration Department said bluntly.

"As far as I know, the concept of Muggle flying cars was exhibited at this year's Anglo-Greek Expo." Madame Maxime said slowly, holding an exquisite coffee cup - as exquisite as half the size of someone's head.

“To put it bluntly, it’s nothing more than stealing ideas.” She continued: “Of course, I don’t deny that they deserve high marks, but full marks are a bit exaggerated.

In comparison, I think everyone has seen the Beauxbatons sleigh ride, which is a ride that was built by hand from raw materials. The complexity of the process and the exquisite craftsmanship are obvious to all.

I think the Christmas Is Coming team deserves a perfect score, and for the two Muggle flying objects from Hogwarts, I'd give them four points."

"I will give full marks to the Dark Magic Flying Boat of the Fargo team." Karkaroff also said slowly.

At the same time, he never mentioned how much the three Firebolts cost him.

"Don't worry, there is still a professional guide who hasn't arrived yet." Dumbledore said with a smile. He saw that the people in front of him were not grading, but more like... selling?!

They promote the advantages of their own products, then kidnap the other party by acting as a referee, hoping that the other party will give high scores.

After all, not all the people here have professional knowledge of alchemy. Maybe you can get more points by promoting more and fooling people.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore turned and looked at Moon.

? ?

When did he put a sofa in the corner?

At this moment, Mu En was in a semi-dark place, leaning against the sofa, his hands lightly resting on the armrests, his fingers touching, and he said nothing.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and his old, withered fingers gently pressed against his ears.

Then, his senses were amplified.

Snore——Snore——

The unique purring sound of cats continued to reach his ears.

"Here it comes!" Mu En suddenly opened his eyes, then raised his hand and waved gently towards the door.

A trembling old man, who seemed like he would fall apart at any moment, walked in.

Nico Flamel.

Obviously, what this person said is absolutely professional. It can be said that if anyone denies him, he is denying the discipline of alchemy.

If the wizarding world develops a scientific and healthy academic system in the future as Muen hopes, then when future children look through Nicolas Flamel's papers, they will see a simple line of small print: "This article does not refer to any literature."

Soon, everyone welcomed the trembling Nico in. After entering, Nico did not waste any time - being obsessed with alchemy was his nature, and it had been his nature for seven hundred years.

So the first thing he did was go to the stands, put on a pair of suitable alchemical glasses, and began to observe the chariots below.

Soon, he gave his own rating.

Durmstrang: Zero points, three points.

The three Firebolts naturally received zero points. Nico said bluntly, "He came here hoping to see the children's alchemy skills, not to play with some low-level magic props. He would rather rate a puppet toy made by a child than give this thing any points."

Beauxbatons: Three points, four points.

The horse-drawn carriage received three points, and the Santa-style sleigh, which was built from scratch, received four points.

Madame Maxime smiled with satisfaction, glanced at Karkaroff, and then took a sip of coffee with a nonchalant look.

"What a beautiful carriage!" Nico said suddenly.

The referees and professors watching the game all turned their eyes over, and Jordan also walked over.

Now that he has the information about these tanks, it is very helpful for his commentary. His commentary desk is even not far from the referee's seat, which facilitates flexible communication between the two sides.

"That Hippogriff team is pretty good," Nico said. "That carriage can fly on its own, and the Hippogriffs carrying the carriage are just a trick - when the battle comes, they'll be ready to surprise the enemy!"

"That was done by Cedric." Mu En also walked over and looked at the big boy below.

"He's excellent. To be honest, I was really surprised when he came up with this idea and put it into action. I can even say that if the Triwizard Tournament followed the previous format, that boy would be the only champion in Hogwarts!"

"Really?" Nico's hand gently stroked his chin, stroking his non-existent beard.

"He's a good kid." He finally said, "If it were me, I would give him five points! Absolutely!"

"As for those two Muggle creations that you were discussing most heatedly." Nico smiled and turned around.

“One, comes from the technology that was researched out of the warehouse.

One, from a unique biological alchemy.

Since the full score for this part is five, I will give both teams six points."

Nico is not a referee. The six points are entirely based on the praise for the two teams, and the praise he makes can completely affect the scoring.

As I said before, to question Nicolas Flamel is to question alchemy.

When he made his conclusion, there were only two people who could escape Nico.

When he was young, he relied on his extraordinary talent to get in touch with the reclusive alchemist and became friends with Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the time.

And this great wizard of unknown origin—Moon Jones.

"Bio-Alchemy" Madame Maxime gently put down the teacup.

"This is the first time I've heard of this thing, and I'm really looking forward to it," she said.

Maxim had some understanding of Moon. She knew very well that these 'Prometheus' who stole the fire did not make the relevant knowledge public at the Anglo-Greek Expo.

Of course, she didn't have any objections, but she was inevitably curious.

In the end, the first round of scoring ended with Harry Hermione and Fred and George getting the highest scores.

At the same time, Jordan also began his final roar.

Mu En also stood in front of the referee's seat. He stepped in the air, and then the ground twisted and a tile caught him.

step-step-

Soon, he stood up and floated in the air under everyone's attention.

Under his jaw, a voice-enhancing spell was circulating.

Under everyone's enthusiastic gaze, he opened his arms.

"Left and right - separate!"

The stands were separated, the space was distorted and reconstructed, and a wide exit appeared.

It was not a low-level tearing, but an amazing "space stretching". Even the people in the stands did not feel that they were moved at all.

He waved forward, and the stage began to extend, and then a runway appeared, in the shape of an arc, facing the exit and pointing to the sky.

"All teams ready!" he said.

Boom boom boom——

The tires rubbed against the ground, ready to go. Hermione quickly and obediently sat in the small seat on the side of the three-wheeled motorcycle, and Harry kept stepping on the accelerator.

Hedwig flew over, stood at the front of the car, and made a loud cry.

"ten!"

"George, hot tires, hot tires! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Fred quickly took Angelina's hand and got in the car. Their car was a convertible. In fact, George and Fred regretted asking the professor for a sports car. After learning about it, they felt that they should have asked for a jeep, or a truck - an armored car would be even better!

"Nine!"

Draco took Neville and Ron onto the flying carpet. It was Ron's first time riding this thing and he almost fell off. After supporting him, Draco's robes turned into black snake heads, hissing threateningly in all directions.

The countdown ended quickly and everyone fell silent.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

hum-

The motorcycle took the lead, and the sharp-eyed little wizard even saw two slippery tentacles like living things extending to the front fork to stabilize the wheel after super acceleration.

Then, Fred George's team followed closely behind with a Porsche 711 convertible.

"Rush!!"

"Hurry! Hogwarts! Always number one!!"

"Potter! I love you!"

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"Malfoy, Potter, for Slytherin, for Hogwarts!!"

In an instant, the entire stadium exploded.

High in the sky, Fred looked at the slowly moving chariots behind him with a smile on his face.

"Not enough! Not enough!" he said. "George, I don't think it's hot enough!"

"Then give them something else!" George said without turning his head while controlling the sports car.

"Come on!" Fred stood up. They spent a lot of time on this car. In order to ensure that people can keep their bodies stable when the car is moving at high speed, they made many preparations.

Now, he could ride the high-speed sports car as if it were flat ground.

He put one foot directly on the back of the car, and then took out a - Weasley's Wunderkammer Special Super Filibuster Fireworks, Triwizard Tournament Bombing Special Edition!

The firework was like a rocket on a Muggle battlefield, and he aimed it at the group of tanks behind him.

"Come on!" he shouted with the Amplification Charm.

"A gift for all of you!"

bang——

The loud noise even caused their car to stagger.

At the same time, countless fireworks flew towards the contestants below. These scattered fireworks were like spells that would actually explode on someone.

bang -- bang -- bang --

Suddenly, there was a fireworks display across the entire stadium.

What’s even more amazing is that these exploding fireworks formed a line of words in the sky.

【Weasleys’ Trickster】

Click, click, click—the camera of the Daily Prophet kept flashing.

Perhaps after today, even before Weasley's Wunderwraps opens, its name will be known throughout the wizarding world!

"Ronnie baby, the fireworks you asked for--" Fred shouted.

"We gave it to you!!" George raised one hand, clenched it into a fist, and continued.