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Time entered October, and with a notice posted on the bulletin board outside the auditorium, the entire castle was once again ignited by the enthusiasm of the students.

"The Triwizard Tournament--Representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at six o'clock in the evening on Friday, October 10. Afternoon

Classes will end half an hour early.At that time, please send your schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, meet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet. "Hermione read the notice on the notice board.

"Huh? What...? What game..." Camille asked with a listless yawn, obviously not listening to what Hermione read just now.

"Triwizard Tournament, representatives from the other two schools will be coming to Hogwarts next week!...What's wrong with Sister Camille?" Ron briefly repeated the gist of the notice, but seeing Kamil Mir didn't seem to be recovering at all, and turned to look at Hermione curiously.

With a wry smile, Hermione reached out and grabbed Camille's sleeve, pulled her into the auditorium, and said as she walked, "Senior Camille stayed up late yesterday, because there were too many homework for ancient runes and arithmetic and divination, and there were still many delays ahead." Write."

"Eh?! If you go to Sylvia, can't you finish it quickly?" Ron muttered and added some mashed potatoes with chicken sauce to his plate.

"You think everyone is like you!" Hermione gave Ron and Harry a hard look, "You know how to copy my homework every day!"

"We are only..."

"Copying homework is not allowed." Sylvia's voice interrupted Ron's defense.

As a student of Slytherin House, the whole school has become completely accustomed to the fact that Miss Sylvia Slytherin occupies a seat at the Gryffindor long table for a long time.Sylvia took a bowl of vegetable salad and put some on her own plate - even the house-elves who never showed up in the kitchen knew about it, and the Gryffindor long table had a permanent addition of salad Kind of light food.

"Besides, I've been a little busy recently, and the empty classrooms on the fifth floor are almost filled up by me." Sylvia said the very scary information as if nothing had happened.

The empty classroom occupied by the seniors on the fifth floor...Harry thought about it, isn't it about the size of a large classroom? !What's the situation when it's almost full? !Harry and Ron glanced at each other, they saw fear in each other's eyes, and tacitly decided not to ask what those materials were - Sister Sylvia was only two grades older than them, and they didn't know anything about it at all. I don't want to know how big the intelligence gap between them is.

"It's only been a week!" said a Hufflepuff boy's voice from a group of students entering the hall, his eyes twinkling. I'll tell him..."

"Cedric?" Ron asked in a daze after the Hufflepuff boy walked to their long table.

"That's Digory," said Harry, "and he's sure to be ready for the Tournament."

"Ah! You always said that Hutch, Puff, Quidditch, the old Seeker?" Ron said with wide-eyed eyes, but his mouth was full of food and he made strange noises.

"Mr. Diggory is quite famous at Hogwarts!" Sylvia said, feeding a sliced ​​steak to Camille, who was listlessly leaning on her shoulder, "Cam and I won't participate, anyway, the age The limit has not been reached, and we are not interested. If we don't participate, Mr. Diggory is indeed quite likely to be selected as a Hogwarts warrior." Of course, Sylvia also hid something, because most Ravenclaws and None of the Slytherins intend to sign up for such a dangerous competition... But it's better not to say such things, and leave the Gryffindor children a little room for dreaming.

"Isn't he just a little boy! Want to be a Hogwarts warrior too?" Ron said angrily.

"He's not a badass, you don't like him because he defeated Gryffindor in the Quidditch match." Hermione said, "Didn't senior Sylvia say that he was a pretty good student?" ? He's still a prefect!"

"You like him because he's good-looking," said Ron sharply.

"I don't like people just because they're handsome! And I don't like Mr. Diggory!" said Hermione angrily.

Leaving aside whether Hermione liked Diggory or anyone else, since that announcement appeared, people seemed to be talking about only one topic in the following week: the Triwizard Tournament.Rumors swirl among the students like highly contagious germs: who will be vying to be Hogwarts champions, what events the Tournament will have, what the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have to do with them different.

The castle was cleaned and looked brand new in just one week, not only the students, but even the professors were extremely nervous.

"Mr. Weasley!! Please don't let students from other schools see that you are students in the Transfiguration Advanced Class! It has been almost two months, but you have even the simplest advanced Transfiguration I haven’t even mastered the small-scale transformation spell!” When the last Transfiguration class in October was about to end, Professor McGonagall finally couldn’t bear it anymore and yelled at Fred and George, “Even Miss Slytherin can finish it already. The large dead object has been converted!" - Transfiguration is the only course that Sylvia will use as a benchmark for poor students.

Camille silently laughed at Sylvia, who was used by Professor McGonagall as an example, while thinking about the progress of the Weasley brothers.

In fact, she doesn't think the twins are capable of performing a small conversion spell, after all, it seems impossible to say that the transfiguration technique that turns the cushion into a cushion-like creature that will bite the ass of anyone sitting on it. Failed, it's just that the Weasley brothers prefer divergent thinking to the boring transformation of turning the cushion into an owl requested by Professor McGonagall... Of course, Professor McGonagall himself doesn't like their way of thinking very much.

On the morning of October 10th, when everyone went to the Great Hall for breakfast, they found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight: huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a Hogwarts house: red background Gryffindor with a golden lion, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on a blue field, Hufflepuff with a black badger on a yellow field, and silver *masked keyword* on a green field The snake is Slytherin.And behind the professor's chair, hung the largest banner with the Hogwarts coat of arms - a lion, eagle, badger, and snake linked together, surrounded by a large letter H.

That day, there was a mood of impetuousness and joy in the air.In class, no one was paying attention to the lectures. Everyone was thinking that people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight, and most of them had never traveled abroad in their teenage lives. Never seen a single foreign wizard.

Because get out of class ended half an hour earlier, when the bell rang early, the corridors of Hogwarts were filled with students of all shapes and sizes in a hurry. bedroom.

After everyone put away their schoolbags and textbooks, put on their cloaks and came to the foyer, the deans of various colleges were ordering their students to line up.

"Weasley, put your hat on," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "Miss Patil, get that ridiculous thing out of your hair." Parvati frowned unhappily, and A large butterfly headdress has been removed from the braid.

Compared with the chaotic situation of Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff team next to them, the Ravenclaws seem to be only organized, not to mention the Slytherins, who are arranged in an unwritten order of status early on. into a neat square.

Professor Snape strode from the end of the line to the front. He was still wearing all dark clothes today, "Has the Slytherin expired yet?"

"Yes, professor." Sylvia, who was standing at the front, said with a perfectly curved smile.

After a slight nod, Snape turned sharply and walked forward to lead the way out of the hall, "Follow me."

On a cold but fresh evening at the end of October, night was falling, and a white and translucent moon had already hung over the Forbidden Forest.

Compared with the extremely serious team of Slytherin College, Gryffindor is much looser. Everyone basically stands with friends they know. Hermione pulls Ron and Harry to stand next to Camille.

"It's almost six o'clock," said Ron, looking at his battered watch a little anxiously, looking at the carriageway leading to the gate of Hogwarts. "How do you think they'll come? By train?"

"I don't think so," said Hermione.

"How come? Broomsticks?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.

Camille couldn't help rolling his eyes at Harry's guess, and said sarcastically, "The next time you fly from Scotland to Paris, don't forget to put a tracking spell on yourself, at least we can pick it up somewhere along the way." Return your body."

Being choked by Camille, Harry quickly shut up, but Ron thought about it and suggested, "Or they can Apparate? Those selected this time must be over 17 years old, Apparate." also..."

"Apparitions are not allowed in the Hogwarts grounds!! How many times do I have to tell you!" Hermione interrupted Ron impatiently, and Camille simply turned her head to look elsewhere, counting the stars Much more fun than talking to this Weasley!

The students scanned the darkening meadow excitedly, but there was no movement at all, everything was still and peaceful, as usual - or a little different, after the sun had completely set, the temperature in Scotland in late October began to show out their own threats.

When Camille felt the fine hairs on her face stand up slightly due to the temperature change, she turned to look at the other students, most of them were already so cold that they were huddled together in twos and threes like chicks leaving an old hen.In order to look more decent, most of the students wore very thin clothes, and the faces of students with weaker bodies even began to turn pale-this is basically the students of Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Looking at the front of the Slytherin team, although it was blocked by the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the middle, the sharp-eyed Camille still saw the thin cloth on Sylvia's body. The robe, um, it’s the thin robe that Sylvia named super warm or something strange, and Camille felt relieved. The name is not high-grade, but at least it is said to be very warm, which is just right for Sylvia. This kind of person who is obviously afraid of the cold to death, but also shamelessly refuses to wear heavy clothes.

Just when Camille was distracted, Dumbledore, who was standing in the front row with other teachers, shouted, "Ah! If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbaton's representative has arrived!"

"Where is it?" Many students asked eagerly, some on tiptoe, some jumping and jumping, and they all looked in different directions.

"There!" Finally a student shouted and pointed to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

He didn't need to say it, Camille's sparkling golden eyes, which had inspired a bit of Wolf's Poison, had already seen it—they were giants one by one, they flew across the dark blue sky, flew towards the castle, and gradually surpassed each other. bigger and bigger.

"It's a dragon!" screamed a freshman, so excited that he didn't know what to do.

"Don't be silly, it's a house flying!" retorted the other boy.

Hmm...Although the answers are all wrong, the answer of the house is a little closer. Camille, who had already seen what it was, stood there listening to all kinds of strange guesses, and commented secretly in his heart.

The black colossus flitted over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, illuminated by the lights from the castle windows... and now it was clear to all that it was a huge powder-blue carriage with almost a The house was so big that it was drawn into the air by twelve winged horses.

After an earth-shattering bang, those huge winged horses fell to the ground with the carriage carriage the size of a small house.The students took a few steps back one after another, and the line was a little bit chaotic - not everyone could accept those horses that looked about the size of an elephant shaking in front of them, not to mention their hooves all had Hogg The dinner plate Woz eats on is so big that it makes a thumping sound when he steps on it.

Before the turmoil subsided, the door of the carriage with two golden crossed wands, each with a three-star-shaped coat of arms, opened.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent over, fumbled for something on the floor of the carriage, and opened a golden spiral staircase.

Camille heard the little girls whispering how handsome that boy was behind him, and rolled her eyes in disdain, such a sissy boy, hmph, she could slap him flat— ——Although she was disdainful in her heart, her eyes subconsciously drifted across the front of the Slytherin team. Sylvia didn't move at all, she didn't take a step back, and even the upward arc of her mouth didn't change at all... Camille just With a satisfied mood, he turned his gaze back to the carriage again.

A shiny black high-heeled shoe protruded from the carriage—there was a gasp from the line, and even Camille was stunned this time, the shoe must have been about the size of a child's sled .

Immediately afterwards, a woman came out of the carriage, but she was so big, Camille suspected that she might be the same species as Hagrid?half giant?

But when she walked into the light from the foyer, her very beautiful face made many people temporarily forget her excessively tall figure.

Dumbledore started to applaud, and the students also applauded. The woman's face relaxed, and she gave an elegant smile. She stretched out a gleaming hand with a luxurious gemstone ring to Principal Dumbledore. Although Principal Bullido looked tall among the Hogwarts professors, he didn't bend down at all when he kissed the hand.

"Dear Maxim *blocked keyword*," Dumbledore narrowed his smiling eyes, "Welcome to Hogwarts."