The Little Superman of Hogwarts

Ever since Hermione obtained the authority of a god, she had been constantly studying it, and the "astral projection" before her was one of Hermione's achievements. After careful observation, Cree realized that it wasn't a soul, but a division of the soul. In other words, Hermione had cut her soul in half, with one half remaining in her body and the other half drifting out.

Afterward, Hermione briefly discussed the principle of astral projection with Cree, but unfortunately, even until the end, Cree couldn't replicate it. He still lacked the most important authority, the part belonging to a god.

Cree pondered this issue deeply for several days without arriving at a satisfactory answer.

It wasn't until the morning of the day the third task began that Filch, the caretaker, stopped several reporters who wanted to enter Hogwarts.

"You outsiders will never gain the right to enter and exit at will! I can't let you in before 8 o'clock!" Filch, as a Squib, was still quite dutiful.

These reporters who came to interview, as well as some foreign spectators, as visitors to the Triwizard Tournament, only had an invitation letter, but as it stated on the invitation, they could only enter the grounds at a specified time.

Cree, Hermione, and Ginny walked shoulder to shoulder on the way to the dining hall.

When Cree heard this sentence, his mind suddenly felt like a car crash, and the question that had been bothering him for days was answered at that moment.

Cree was a transmigrator, so naturally, he could never obtain the divine authority of this world!

It was like a person born in a foreign country who could never run for President of the United States; they were ineligible from the start.

Even if you became the richest person in the entire United States, cleared all backgrounds, and controlled countless parties, if you were born outside the United States, unless your power had reached the point where you could amend the Constitution, you could never run for President of the United States.

But conversely, if you were powerful enough to amend the United States Constitution, then you wouldn't need the power of the presidency. At this point, your power would be equivalent to—the Emperor of America!

Therefore, Cree, who thought of this while eating breakfast, was quite depressed.

Ginny was more sensitive to people's emotions, and she was the first to notice Cree's low mood: "You don't seem happy. What happened?"

Cree repeated his guess, and Ginny comforted him with a few words, while Hermione looked thoughtful.

"What kind of world was the world you came from before?" Hermione asked as the three of them walked toward the Triwizard Tournament arena.

"As I told you before, in my world, the events of this world are all in a novel. In that world, there is no magic, and no superpowers.

Parallel worlds and magic are all fabrications in novels..." Cree said. He had already revealed all these words to his two girlfriends before.

"That sounds pretty boring!" Ginny said.

Just then, the three of them heard the discussions of several visitors.

"Isn't that the legendary student of Hogwarts? The Serpent Slayer—Christian?" a female reporter asked the person next to her.

"That's right, that's Christian and his two girlfriends, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley! I really envy him. Ginny is a recognized school beauty, and Hermione is also a highly anticipated beauty.

But I have to say, Chris's honor is worthy of these girls' admiration." Standing next to the female reporter was an older student. Cree remembered his name was Juno, a seventh-year student—he would graduate this year, and he spent most of his time interning or taking exams off-campus.

"That tall figure, those strong muscles! He really is the male god of my dreams!" the female reporter expressed her admiration in an exaggerated tone.

"Looks ordinary, unremarkable!" On the other side of him, a reporter with a camera was not so happy and satirized him with some very low-level language: "You have a 50% chance of finding a man on the street who is better than him!"

Cree pretended to glance back at him unintentionally, and then a faint light shot out from his eyes and projected onto the camera.

That guy's film was all exposed. The corners of Cree's mouth turned up, turning into the expression of the Twisted Mouth Dragon King.

Hermione, who already possessed divine authority, naturally noticed Cree's little actions. The two of them exchanged a secret glance and smiled knowingly.

Arriving at the Quidditch stadium, six huge containers were placed in the easternmost position.

After everyone was seated, it was almost 10 a.m. Dumbledore, wearing his classic robe, walked to the podium.

"Now, we are about to begin the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. The first task was a virtual world, and the second task was a purely theoretical knowledge exam.

As warriors, we must learn to fight enemies with wands and use magic to protect ourselves. Therefore, the theme of our third task is—real combat!"

"Please invite my assistants to open these six boxes!" Dumbledore's voice echoed like thunder in the stadium.

There were a total of six huge containers lined up in a row. At this time, there were six people standing in front of the containers—on the far right: Hagrid, the big傻大个, was even taller than the container.

Then there was the head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout. Compared to Hagrid, she looked petite, although she was a plump middle-aged woman.

Standing in front of the third box was Mad-Eye Moody. He used his only eye to vigilantly look around while tightly holding his wand, looking quite nervous.

Standing in front of the fourth box was Professor Flitwick. This professor, who was only a little over a meter tall, looked like a little mouse in front of the container, but today he was wearing a formal dress, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked unusually energetic. At the same time, the wand in his hand shone with divine light. Just feeling his aura made people understand that he was a powerful magic professor, an undoubtedly powerful wizard!

Standing in front of the fifth box was Snape. The old bat still had his old bat look today, with his robes dripping on the ground. The magic wand in his hand had already exerted a magical force, which enveloped the container itself. It seemed that controlling the container was a bit difficult for him.

And at the sixth container—Cree stood at the container door, looking relaxed and comfortable, but at this moment, a terrifying magical power emanated from Cree. This magical power was connected to the container behind him. He was accumulating magical power, preparing to open it.

"Let us welcome the contestants!" Dumbledore said loudly.

Madam Hooch, riding a flying broom, waved her wand and opened a door next to the stadium. Behind the door, six people stood from front to back: Fleur, Cedric, Harry, Krum, Iva, and Arthur.

The expressions on the faces of the six people were different. The first three seemed very happy and excited, and also a little nervous. Krum had no nervousness at all, but he looked unhappy.

Iva was so excited that she was about to jump up and down, walking lightly.

Finally, Arthur, although tall and burly, looked even more depressed. His expression was very frustrated.

After the six people appeared, they waved to the crowd, and for a moment, the whole audience cheered, and the atmosphere reached a climax.