Popular Web NovelsChapter 440 About the BasiliskChapter 440: The question about the basilisk
It was only time for desserts, and the little wizards had forgotten all the new things of the summer vacation. The news of the Goblet of Fire Tournament became their hottest topic. topic.
"The Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago and was held every five years. Only three schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, once participated, so it was called The Triwizard Tournament..."
"Each school selects a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic items... At first, people thought it was a friendship between young wizards from different countries. A perfect way, and then..."
"What happened next?"
"Later, there were too many deaths, and the competition was suspended."
"Huh..."
When the banquet was over, the prefects of each college led them back to the lounge, and Xiao The wizards were still chattering about the competition.
As soon as Fred stepped onto the third floor, the magic staircase made a roar and changed direction, but he didn't care at all, his face lit up with excitement: "George, you heard it... win the game With one thousand galleons, he can rent the shop at No. 93 Diagon Alley, and the remaining money can be used to purchase a warehouse of raw materials."
"And these beautiful visions..." George looked at it with the same excitement. His face flushed with excitement, "We are only one or two drops of age-enhancing agent away!"
There are more than one person like him who fantasizes about becoming a Hogwarts warrior. In the ranks of every college, you can see little wizards with enthusiastic or excited expressions. They can't help but whisper to the people around them along the way.
"I want to participate too!" Ron had a dazed look on his face, "That's a thousand galleons, a thousand galleons..."
"That's because the event has been suspended for several years. A hundred years of mortality, what about the mortality rate?" Loren said quietly from the side.
A tangled look appeared on Ron's face: "I want a thousand galleons bonus, but I don't want the mortality rate."
Harry couldn't help laughing: "Then Go to bed early, there is everything in your dreams."
"There is also the Mirror of Erised. You can borrow it from Professor Dumbledore so you can see it during the day," Hermione added.
"Can't you say something nice, even if it's to comfort me." Ron looked at his bad friends resentfully, "And that kind of mortality rate was many years ago, right? And if you don't have a little adventure, how can you gain fame? "
"Seriously, it would be great if you can be selected as a warrior!" Ron said more and more enthusiastically, He turned his head and tried to gain some support, "Neville, Seamus, if we have a way to deceive Dumbledore, do you want to participate?"
Neville, who was looking down at the steps, was stunned when he heard this and said seriously. After thinking for a while, he refused: "I definitely didn't learn enough. If it was a year ago, my grandma probably wanted me to participate. She always said that I should protect the honor of the family, but now she-"
< br>The stairs at his feet suddenly opened up a step. Neville, who had been prepared for it, stopped his falling steps with a proud smile on his face.
Ron shook his head and turned to look to the other side: "Where are you, Seamus?"
The two little heads of Seamus and Dean were close together, and they were whispering something with mysterious expressions. .
Loren and the others looked at each other and walked lightly together.
"Have you seen his nose, and those eyes..." Simo's suppressed voice contained uncontrollable excitement, "It's so weird, so weird!"
Dean couldn't help but nod, with a smile on his lips: "There is no weirder person in Hogwarts than him, and I have never seen a weirder wizard than him. If there is a problem, there must be a problem!"< br>
The two reached a consensus and looked at each other, their expressions full of determination.
Seamus nodded seriously: "The era of Harry Potter and Loren Morgan has passed. The warriors of Gryffindor must belong to Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas. !"
Dean scratched his head in confusion: "Why not Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan"
"That's not important."
The people eavesdropping from behind:...
"If you are talking about the new Professor Moody..." Hermione's faint voice startled the two of them, "Then you can give up, you might as well focus on the competition."
"Why?" Simo's face was full of dissatisfaction.
It doesn't matter that last year's Professor Luping was a good person. At least Professor Luping was kind and kind. This year's Professor Moody doesn't look like a good person.
"Because Moody is the greatest Auror in the past fifty years. He has been fighting dark wizards his whole life. He filled half of the prisons in Azkaban." Hermione paused. After a while, "The most important thing is that he is Dumbledore's good friend."
Seamus and Dean opened their mouths, and their shoulders gradually drooped, as if they had suffered a huge blow.
Loren took a deep look at Hermione: "You are right, but before being exposed, Gilderoy Lockhart was a legendary adventurer, a famous writer, a third-level medalist of the Order of Merlin, and a member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance. Honorary member, five-time winner of the most charming smile in "Wizard Weekly"..." Regardless of a little witch gritting her teeth in anger next to her, Loren put her arms around Seamus and Dean's shoulders, shook them, and said with a smile: "Be more careful, right? Bad thing!"
Seamus and Dean nodded heavily.
Walking through the magic stairs, saying the password to the fat lady after two months of absence, climbing through the portrait hole, walking up the spiral staircase back to their respective dormitories, four pillars hung with crimson curtains On the bed, a hot long-handled charcoal stove has been placed between the quilts.
Put on your pajamas and lie on the bed. The raging storm outside the window makes the warm bedroom even more comfortable.
"Sigh..." Loren lay on the quilt and stretched his lower back hard. He was a little sore after sitting in the car all day. "It would be better if there were no classes tomorrow."
The candlelight was dim, Ron Already drowsily muttering: "I still want to participate. Maybe George and Fred can find a way...to participate in the competition...No one can say for sure, right?"
"Say no. Accurate..."
The scene of becoming a warrior and winning the tournament appeared in Harry's mind...
"Hey..." Harry turned over and buried his face in the pillow. Li smiled.
Just like the excited hearts of the little wizards, the storm gradually subsided until dawn.
In September 1994, Hogwarts ushered in a new school year
...
The next morning, the storm subsided, but there was still a storm on the dome of the auditorium. There was a gloomy fog, and large groups of blue-gray thick clouds made a muffled sound as they rolled.
The little wizards have received the course schedule for this semester and are chatting while eating breakfast
"The Herbology class is with the Hufflepuff students, and the Care of Magical Creatures class is with Slytherin..." Hermione ran her fingers through the class schedule in turn, turned her head and bit the jam-smeared bread handed over by Loren. "Are you really not going to quit the divination class and take ancient runes with me?"
"I think the divination class is very good." Loren said leisurely Stuff fried eggs and bacon into slices of bread, fold it into a simple sandwich, and bite off half of it in one bite.
Chewing a salty sandwich, Loren glanced at the guest of honor seat. Most of the faculty seats were empty. Only Professors Flitwick, Sprout and Hagrid were enjoying breakfast. From time to time, Say two sentences.
Looking at the class schedule again, there is no Defense Against the Dark Arts class until Thursday. What a pity. He still wants to observe Professor "Moody" up close.
"Monday's class was really good..." Ron's cheeks puffed up like a hamster, "We were outdoors all morning, and in the afternoon we had a relaxing divination class... I really hope to hear it now Her death was foretold..."
"Why?" Harry looked at him puzzled.
"You don't understand this..." Ron raised his chin proudly, "Because there is a risk of death in the competition, if she predicts death for me, it means that I have a chance to participate. Tournament!"
A few seats away from them at the same table, George, Fred and Lee Jordan were discussing some magical way to make themselves older so that they could sneak through and participate. Tournament.
...
The first period in the morning was herbal medicine class. The vegetable field was still damp after just raining. Loren and the others walked through the muddy path to Greenhouse No. 3. Spraw Professor Te hadn't opened the door yet, and the open space in front of the door was filled with little wizards cleaning their shoes.
Loren looked down and saw that their trouser legs were also stained with mud.
"Good morning, Loren, Hermione, Harry, Ron..." Rolf tapped his wand at the feet of several people, and the mud spots slid down like quicksand, even the khaki blur It didn't leave any marks, it looked very skilled.
Loren and Hermione blinked, vaguely recalling the spell just now. It was like a cleaning spell, but different and highly targeted.
Ron greeted him warmly: "Good morning, Rolf, how was your summer vacation?"
"Not so good..."
"Have you encountered any difficulties?"
Rolfe was lost in thought, his eyes moving over several people. Loren was well-informed, Hermione was knowledgeable and memorized, and Ron's father was a staff member of the Ministry of Magic. , maybe there is also inside information...
After thinking for a moment, Rolf asked with expectation in his eyes: "Have you heard of the basilisk hatched by a unicorn?"
(End of Chapter)