The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Chapter 506 Chapter 505 The ending of three people (big chapter)

"Why are you doing this?" Harry looked blank.

"That's why?" Krum had Alzheimer's disease.

Fleur shrugged her shoulders comfortably, "I don't want to play this game anymore."

The other two people just thought it was ridiculous, "Then there's no need for you to destroy the Goblet of Fire." Krum said.

"I mean, since we can't satisfy everyone, it's better to destroy the Goblet of Fire. Then let the judges decide that we have three wins. Isn't it great that all three schools are winners?"

Even the youngest Harry thought Fleur was a bit childish.

"You're crazy. The judges won't agree." Harry hesitated for a moment, perhaps having some illusions, and said, "Dumbledore might agree, but I don't think I would agree to the others. people."

Krum also nodded, "Karkarov will only give you a low score."

"I don't want you to lose, and I don't want to lose myself. You are very good, and I am strong enough. I think the three of us, including Cedric, the four of us, would have been better in any competition in history. There is a possibility of winning the championship. It would be a pity for anyone to lose."

"But you shouldn't either..."

Furong put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, shining with pride. Seeing her appearance, the other two fell silent and listened to her explanation.

She smiled easily and said: "I figured out that the competition is a game where a group of people evaluate several people. It is precisely because someone is destined to fail that makes success seem precious.

"I don't like to be judged, like a commodity to be sold, as if all our efforts and all our efforts are just to make the people on the podium more glamorous. The purpose of the competition should be to show our Skills, rather than creating regrets.”

"But this is the point of the game. You did a stupid thing and ruined the Triwizard Tournament." Harry frowned.

Krum shook his head, "I don't mind what you did. Anyway, for me, it was a failure, but now there is a slight possibility of success."

Fleur smiled, "That's right, so your principal had better agree to my proposal."

The hedge maze began to collapse, the towering shrubs quickly withered and then turned to dust. The sounds from around the arena flooded into the turf, the intense buzz deafening.

Bagman was obviously stunned and could not utter a word.

After a while, Bagman said: "Please come over here, come to the rostrum."

There had just been a debate on the referee's bench. Dumbledore lowered his eyelids slightly and fell into deep thought. However, Ms. Maxim was very unhappy and her eyes were slightly red. Karkaroff gave Krum a dark look before turning his gaze to Fleur.

Bagman forced a smile, his face was very ugly, like a ball of gray clay, "What happened in the arena? Who can tell me the truth?"

Fleur looked up and said, "I thought this game should have more than one winner, so I cast a dancing spell on the Goblet of Fire."

"You broke the Goblet of Fire!" Karkaroff roared excitedly, his cold eyes terrifying. "You made an unforgivable mistake. You destroyed a time-honored tradition and a precious piece of magic. Props!”

Dumbledore raised his hand to comfort: "Professor Karkaroff, don't get excited. The Goblet of Fire is not important. You still have to listen to the warrior's ideas. Well, Miss Delacour, if you want to surprise others and show off your skills, then You undoubtedly succeeded, no one would have thought that you would destroy the Goblet of Fire. But can you tell us your true intention?"

Ms. Maxim gritted her teeth and said: "Fu Rong! This is not the time for you to be willful. You have obviously won the game!"

"I have won dishonorably, ma'am. Harry has been through three battles and is exhausted."

"There is nothing glorious in the game. You win with dignity! No one can blame you for your victory."

"I haven't lost yet. I wish you could sentence three of us, preferably plus Cedric, and all four of us win the Goblet of Fire."

Old Barty Crouch, who had always been silent, burst into laughter. He seemed to be laughing, but soon he stopped smiling, shook his head and said nothing, but his eyes clearly conveyed his disdain for the naive thoughts of children. of contempt.

Several other referees also looked at each other.

Dumbledore smiled, "I think this is a good decision. Everyone has seen that the four contestants have worked very hard, are very dedicated, and are also very good. Such good children should not let them go away disappointed. Maxim Madam, Professor Karkaroff, Mr. Bagman, Mr. Crouch, please think about it."

Karkarov mused, Durmstrang had almost never won a championship, this proposal was really tempting.

"No, whoever gets the Goblet of Fire is the winner..." Old Barty Crouch retorted seriously.

"The Goblet of Fire has been destroyed. There may never be another Triwizard Tournament in the future." Dumbledore shook his head, his sea-blue eyes full of smiles, "This smart little girl threw the problem to us. For For the sake of the children and the friendship between our three schools, let them all win, so why not?"

"There is no precedent for this!" Bagman shivered and wiped his sweat.

"History is what we make," Dumbledore said.

"If this is really the case..." The five people gathered together to discuss.

After a while, Professor McGonagall walked to the center of the Quidditch pitch, with the podium floating behind him. It was a small, square wooden bench, covered with a beautiful velvet cloth, with golden tassels hanging from the cloth. The edges hang down and are tied with many silver bells.

The noise in the stands calmed down a bit, and the wizards who were watching the game through text live broadcast also temporarily stopped commenting on the screen.

Four warriors followed her to the back of the podium, and then five judges appeared together.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, pointed his wand at his mouth, and said, "The voice is loud. Everyone, everyone, please be quiet. After discussion among our judges, the final winner has now been decided."

Everyone quieted down.

The old principal smiled and said: "Before the results are announced, there are some questions that need to be answered. For example, why was the Goblet of Fire damaged? The answer is that the Fleur player used a very powerful dancing spell to destroy this magical item."

"Let Fleur exit!"

"Hush!"

"She ruined the game!"

Fleur took a deep breath while being denounced, and looked around for people in the stands. She saw her mother and little sister waving, and then she saw Lind. In the midst of the evil tide in the world, there is still that person's gaze falling on his shoulder, like a soothing touch, warmer than the stars.

Dumbledore said loudly: "Contestant Fleur should have been the winner of the competition, but she made an interesting suggestion, that is, let all the participating warriors win. I thought, why not agree? This is probably the end In its long history, the Triwizard Tournament has seen tragic deaths of warriors. It has been controversial and was once abolished.

"We have gradually forgotten the significance of the original Triwizard Tournament held by wizards, but history has given us a new explanation. It says that the purpose of this event is unity and friendship, not harm and attack. The Fleur players remind us Since then, not all games should end with regret. She created a miracle and an opportunity.

"Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons, the three European magic schools, should be more closely connected in this era. We are friends and competitors, but ultimately friends. With the Goblet of Fire With destruction as a boundary marker, we bid farewell to an old history and join hands to create a new and bright future."

All the condemnation disappeared. After a short and long silence, in the restless heartbeats of the warriors and referees, all the spectators seemed to have become the judges who decided life and death.

The trial they gave was greeted with cheers and applause.

There was a sound of rain, then thunder.

"We are the champions!" the students of Hogwarts shouted.

"What are you proud of? We are also champions!" Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were not to be outdone.

"We have two champions, you only have one!"

"We...\u0026amp;amp;*(" A new debate began, but most people were smiling.

The Gryffindor Lion, who had been holding back for a long time, threw the fireworks bomb on the lawn. Amidst the banging explosion, fireworks and colorful films were like stars and rain.

Professor McGonagall waved her magic wand, lengthening the podium so that it could accommodate four contestants standing side by side.

"Fleur Delacour, warrior of Beauxbatons, please step onto the podium. Thank you for showing us a miracle that belongs to young people. Your dance is so moving that you will always be remembered by the wizarding world in the future. "Dumbledore congratulated.

"Victor Krum, warrior of Durmstrang, please step onto the podium. You have shown extraordinary determination and courage. Not everyone has the ability to control desire. You are undoubtedly an excellent wizard. "Ms. Maxim said softly.

"Cedric Diggory, Champion of Hogwarts, please step onto the podium. Handsome young man, your charm is as impressive as your spell." Barty Crouch Sr. said solemnly.

"Harry Potter, warrior of Hogwarts, please step onto the podium. Powerful little wizard, you represent the highest mountain of the Triwizard Tournament. No difficulties or obstacles can stop you. I wish you success in the future." In life, you are still bright and unyielding." Ludo Bagman patted him on the shoulder.

Each of the four of them stepped on the podium, bent down to put on their laurel crowns, and joined hands to hold up a gilded trophy.

The light of fireworks illuminates the night sky and everyone's eyes. There seem to be thousands of stars on the earth.

Linde and Grindelwald looked at each other and saw each other's surprise.

"Who wins?" the Dark Lord asked.

Linde smiled, "You know? Four people win together. The probability of this ending is very low. It's even stranger than fairy tales. But I like it very much. The child Furong turned into a cat and jumped out of the chessboard. I think we Everyone wins and everyone loses.”

"Lost? Why do you say that?"

"We judged the victory or defeat of these four young people like chess players, but they gave a beautiful counterattack."

Grindelwald's old eyes also showed a smile, "Yes. An interesting young man."

The Quidditch pitch tonight is already a sea of ​​joy, and in the coming week, the entire school will still be happy.

The students rushed out of the stands and onto the lawn.

The wolfhound Afu circled around the warrior, his tail wagging, his black cloak lying on the railing and yawning with a bored expression. There was no Dark Lord resurrected, no warriors killed, no Death Eaters secretly operating in Hogwarts this year, everything was peaceful.

"It feels really good to change history." Lind put on his wizard hat and left with a smile, ready to share interesting stories with his Millicent.

The day after the competition, students from the three colleges began to say goodbye.

The younger you are, the less you like separation, while adults are already used to it. The students are all accustomed to the new life. The novelty of Hogwarts, the romance of France, and the mystery of Northern Europe. The three trends of thought and customs blend and collide, resonate harmoniously, and finally turn into a rest, a sound of separation.

Fleur came to the fourth floor of the main castle, and the door was still there.

Her heart was pounding, she practiced smiling at the door, and then opened the door suddenly.

The classroom was empty, there was no bubbling cauldron, no practice puppets, and naturally there was no that person.

Yes, the competition is over and the tutoring task is completed. Naturally, that person will not wait for her forever.

Fleur found a letter on the podium, and after opening it, there was a sentence written by Linde: "Congratulations on winning the championship, Fleur Delacour. - Sincerely, De Linde."

She clutched the letter, tears falling slowly, but her smile was as bright as the sunshine through the window.

"Asshole. You know I like you."

On the same day, Harry got his wish and received an acceptance letter from Sky City Magic School. However, his reporting time would be three years later, on September 1st, which meant he had to graduate from Hogwarts first. .

He put away the notice as carefully as he had received the letter from the owl at the Dursley's four years ago.

After the game, Krum desperately contacted the man through the Manual.

"I have won the championship, when can we meet?"

[Deathly Hallows]: "You are not the only champion."

"But our agreement is that as long as I win, I can see you. I really want to know who has been helping me."

[Deathly Hallows]: "I am not satisfied with this result. Please do not contact me again in the future. This account is invalid."

"Hello?" (red exclamation mark)

"You don't keep your word!" (red exclamation mark)

Krum put down the "Manual". The Dark Lord was very cunning and was still lurking. He must be brewing a terrible conspiracy. He looked around. The happy campus seemed to be shrouded in an invisible cloud at the moment. It was so peaceful that everything was so peaceful, wasn't it?

He couldn't help but shiver and decided not to set foot in England as much as possible in the future.

At the banquet on the last day of the school year, everyone sang songs and enjoyed a big meal together. Then there’s the classic talent show.

At the end of the performance, there was a cross talk between two people.

Linde and Grindelwald stood on the stage.

"Everyone is here, oh, some people are sending flowers. Is this for Professor Gay?"

"What's this word? Professor Geller, not Professor Gay. Why did you say my name so politely when I wasn't paying attention?"

"Oh, yes, it's Professor Geller. Look at my memory... What should we talk about today? Let's talk about Professor Dumbledore."

"Okay, I'd love to hear you talk about the principal. Is there anything like him going to Victoria's Secret?"

"Don't spread rumors, I'm warning you." Linde squinted, then smiled.

"In the past, Professor Dumbledore traveled east and came to a place with green grass, like a paradise. The place was called the Shire, Hobbiton. All the people living in the village were Hobbits. That day, From the south came Gandalf the Grey, and from the north came the old schoolmaster in purple. When they looked at each other, they looked like long-lost twins..."

The teachers and students on and off the stage were overjoyed. Dumbledore looked resentful and seemed to be asking: "It's obviously the two of you who made the bet, why are you taking it for fun?"

When the performance ended, it was time to say goodbye. Beauxbatons students returned to the carriage, and Durmstrang students boarded the big ship.

Fleur was calm when she was leaving, no longer as impulsive as a little girl. Her love will always be stored in the rainy British islands with the wind, flying across the English Channel, and buried in the old time.

"De Lin, goodbye." She extended her hand to say goodbye.

Lind shook hands with her, but the girl couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged him, with silver hair like frost and a bright smile.

The principals of the three schools also held each other's hands when they parted, as if they had sincere instructions, but to the effect they were still trying to grab orders for Hogwarts products.

Hogwarts Express is about to leave tomorrow, and all teachers and students will still live in the school tonight.

After nightfall, Mad-Eye Moody packed his bags and muttered in the dormitory: "Why do I feel like I have had a long dream? Someone must be trying to harm me. I can't stay in this school."

His employment ended, and another person took his place in class for most of the long school year.

Snape left school before dawn, carrying his handbag.

"etc!"

When he reached the edge of the Black Lake, a voice stopped him. It was James Potter, "Snape, are you just leaving like this?"

"How do you know?...Forget it, what do you want to say? No, I don't want to hear it, I'm leaving now."

"Slug!"

Snape's face turned red and he turned to glare at him fiercely, "What did you say?"

James didn't show a mischievous expression. His expression contained memories of the past and guilt, "Snape, I'm sorry."

The old bat lowered his head and thought for a moment without answering.

"Lily, she often talks about you and Harry, and she always says good things for you." James stepped forward and took his shoulder, "Come back, Snape, you can continue to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. professor."

"I will not accept your charity. If you think an apology can restore everything I have lost, then you are as shallow, arrogant and disgusting as ever!"

"Snape, you didn't deal with us less back then!" James came up angrily.

The two people seemed to have returned to their youth, yelling at each other fiercely, and then took out their wands and had a duel.

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"×2

They were cursed at the same time and hung upside down in the air.

The hem of the long wizard robe fell down, revealing their hairy legs and underwear.

Snape stared at the dirty trousers of programmer James under the moonlight, and suddenly burst into laughter. He must have never laughed before, so the sound he made was worse than the night owl.

James stared at him for a moment and then laughed too.

"Go to hell, Snape, old bat, you shouldn't have said that to Lily back then."

"It's because I lost my mind, but it's also because you bastards made me angry!"

"Admit it, you were a bad boy back then, and it was only a matter of time before you separated from Lily."

"But I'm an adult now!"

"There's no going back, Snape, we can't go back."

There was a strange expression on his face. The two men hanging upside down blew the cool night breeze for a while, and goosebumps appeared on their legs.

"I'm leaving. Tell Lily... just say, just say, I'm honored to meet her."

"Where are you going?"

"It's a different world. I'm a free wizard." Snape smiled calmly.

After the sun rose, there was no trace of the old bat in Hogwarts. James had a feeling that he might come back, or he might never come back, but no matter what, he had left behind a part of his past self. , no more baggage.

"Goodbye, Snape."

…

The Daily Prophet is in decline. The newspaper is not operating well and has chosen to lay off employees on a large scale, especially the former reporters.

Their skill is to fabricate rumors, distort facts, and discover gossip. These reporters have now been laid off by newspapers that have transformed into online media.

On the day Miss Jennifer was officially fired from the newspaper, she sold most of her clothes, furniture, magic products, the most high-end Internet scrolls, and her mansion in central London.

Because of excessive consumption, she owed a large loan to Gringotts. After losing her job, Jennifer chose to get rid of the debt as soon as possible.

"Now I have nothing again." Jennifer stood on the street holding a box of groceries brought from the newspaper office, with a hyena crouching next to her.

Rita Skeeter is a sickly person who seems to have lost all hope in life since her article was shot down by multiple censors.

Jennifer laughed silly.

"I feel like this was a dream. Only I'm awake now. Where should I go next? Rita, do you have an idea?"

Hyenas don't talk.

With nowhere to go and little savings, Jennifer now lost the chance to return to the industry because of her bad reputation in the media industry. She took the hyena with her and returned to her hometown, the warm English countryside.

On the day she got home, Jennifer's parents came out to greet her.

"Ah, why did you bring back a hyena?"

"Her name is Rita, and she used to be a witch."

Rita Skeeter stared blankly at Jennifer's parents and her little sister.

The mother greeted the hyena warmly: "Hello, Rita, honey, who turned you into this? You must be scared. Jennifer, why don't you help her?"

"I helped her, but I spent a lot of money and called many people, but I couldn't get rid of the curse. But Rita refused to say who cast the spell."

Rita whimpered and sobbed.

"What's wrong with you?" Jennifer's family asked in a panic.

"I remember this place, I remember this village, this is my hometown, I want to go home..."

"Isn't your home already sold?"

"No, it's not that house, it's my home." The hyena suddenly started running through the country streets and came to an old house in the corner of the village.

Jennifer ran after her, panting.

"Is this your home? I remember that there was only an old widow living in this house, and she had never seen her children."

It was evening, and blue smoke was rising from the chimney. Through the window, an aging and slow figure could be seen.

Jennifer stepped forward and knocked on the door, then quietly left.

"Who's outside?" Old Mrs. Skeeter opened the door.

A hyena purred at her and grinned evilly.

"Go, go! Bad guy!" Old Mrs. Skeeter put on her glasses and trembled to drive away the hyena, "Don't come in."

Rita burst into tears.

It's been three years since she was turned into a hyena, and the whole world doesn't remember her existence.

When the old lady saw her crying, she couldn't help but feel soft and sighed: "Okay, okay, come with me. I will take care of you from now on. Poor life, you must have suffered a lot. If you don't dislike it, you can stay with me from now on." Let this old guy live his life. By the way, I should give you a name...

"How about just calling her Rita?"

The hyena smiled softly, turned around and nodded to Jennifer in the grass, and walked step by step into the shabby and warm small rural house.

Rita Skeeter is probably really dead. There will never be another reporter like her in the magical world in the future.

"Goodbye, Rita."

It's like filling a hole. Also, it’s been a long time since I wished everyone a happy day! Still want to say loudly: I love you!