When everything calmed down, the panicked Bertha was able to regain control of her body.
The room she rented temporarily seemed to have experienced an explosion. A series of simple room decorations such as tables, chairs, beds, and lamps were all reduced to pieces. As for the newspapers that were the culprits that made the Dark Lord angry, they turned into a pile of scraps of paper, mixed with dust and sawdust, all over the room. All children are.
She swallowed hard and looked at the near ruins in front of her.
'If the Dark Lord regains his body, this house will probably disappear? Or a street? '
Her lack of knowledge limited her imagination, and she could not imagine how powerful the Dark Lord would be when he returned to his normal strength.
"The Dark Lord—?"
She asked out of habit, but she swallowed the second half of her words just halfway through.
"You did well, Bertha."
Tom's voice sounded suddenly, and his voice was very, very soft, as if he was not the person who just let the overflowing magic destroy the entire room out of anger.
"Get the house in order, Bertha, and then we must move quickly and find another place to live."
"We need more information to formulate new plans. You need to collect all the public information on Ilvermorny for me."
"Then we can go and start accomplishing our great goal."
His voice became softer, but the will contained in it became more irresistible.
"Well, I'm a little tired and need to rest. Bertha, go collect information - and then you will get glory you can't imagine."
He said the last sentence and stopped talking.
Bertha stood up with difficulty in a cold sweat, holding her wand and gingerly began to repair the previous attack that was comparable to an explosion.
Unfortunately, she's not very good at it - you can't expect to scare a careless guy into something clever, that'll just make her even more clumsy.
A sigh came from the back of Bertha's head as the fourth leg of the three-legged table knocked the half-assembled table to the ground again and took another leg off.
Just when Bertha was scared, she lost the ability to control her body again, and the wand began to wave in exquisitely. The wand that was originally going straight seemed to have a life of its own and started to dance happily.
A few minutes later, when everything was straightened out, she heard new instructions.
"Go find a new place to live, I'm going to rest."
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"Triwizard Tournament, one thousand gold galleons!"
"Exemption from the exam and a certificate!"
As the students began to return to the common room of the college, the prefects were no longer able to maintain order - or rather, they had no intention of maintaining order in the first place.
You can serve as a prefect in fifth grade, but prefects in fifth grade still have to take the OWLs exam!
That's free of charge and all O's!
Everyone was discussing eagerly, each one happier than the other, even the children in the lower grades were no exception - it's not like there were no precedents for lower grade warriors to participate or even win the championship, so why is it impossible for a miracle to happen again?
Children who are more flexible have already begun to call owls and write letters home, telling their families the good news of the Triwizard Tournament and quietly asking if the less magical rituals they heard when they were young are harmful to the chosen warrior. any help.
As part of the legend, there are naturally countless legends about the selection of warriors in the Triwizard Tournament. The stories are sometimes more logical than reality, such as meeting an elf/enchantress/little leprechaun or picking up something. Being selected as a warrior after that is a little more convincing than just sitting there waiting for selection.
The Fountain of Good Luck, the story of the Deathly Hallows, and other well-known stories, aren't they all like this?
As for the underage children, they simply banded together and began to discuss how to pass the so-called test.
Those who excel in Professor William's test will definitely be rewarded - this has been confirmed by many students, so there is no doubt that everyone will be qualified for screening after taking the test.
They even firmly believe that the probability of those who pass the test to qualify as warriors is even higher than the probability of directly participating in the screening.
"Think about it carefully. It is better to participate in one more screening than to do nothing at all. At least the strength we showed in the first time can be used as a good reference. Even if we find any shortcomings, we can quickly find and improve them. "
There is obviously a big logical flaw in this statement, but almost no one refutes it.
Everyone likes to hear this kind of news that is beneficial to them, and no one is exception - anyway, the professor didn't say that people who are old enough are not allowed to take the exam one more time, right?
The competition started again more than a hundred years ago, and no one even knows the basis for selection. It is better to do something than to do nothing.
Ever since, in the Gryffindor lounge, the twins who were already slightly older than each other were holding a group of friends who were also slightly older than each other to discuss how to pass the exam, when they were blocked by another group of people.
"Fred, George, we usually have such a good relationship. If you have any tips for passing the exam, don't hide it from us."
"Yes, you got perfect marks in last year's assessment."
…
After a conversation that made the two of them nervous, they were surprised to find that even the fifth-grade prefects had gotten involved, and everyone formed a study group to discuss passing the exam.
'Why do I feel like I'm in fifth grade all over again? '
Fred took the time to send a look to his brother.
'I think so too, but are we going to the Triwizard Tournament? '
George nodded, but his eyes conveyed helplessness.
"go…"
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"Cedric, would you like to improve your class?"
"ah?"
Cedric woke up from his thoughts and realized what others were saying - he still didn't quite understand why today's rain was mixed with a slight smell of potion.
"It's okay to come here once, but the course will be very cumbersome - the professor said that the assessment content will not exceed the content that should be mastered in fifth grade. That means the professor's assessment will definitely be very extensive, because there is no way to include improvement class content. "
After a year of exams, several students with good academic performance have roughly understood the rules of William's question-setting, although it is of no use - some of them failed to open the book, let alone just figure out the rules of the questions.
"Theoretically, for the sake of safety, the professor should focus on commonly used herbs, commonly used magic potions, commonly used first aid spells and self-defense spells. Let's mainly look at the notes here - by the way, there are also magical creatures, so that's also the focus. As part of the scope of the inspection, didn't the professor bring a troll last school year?"
"Okay, this is much more convenient!"
The Hufflepuff students cheered.
"I guess they've figured it out too, especially the Ravenclaw side."
Cedric shook his head, cooling them off a bit.
"It's okay, that's all there is - you can't develop new ones temporarily, right?"
ps: There is another chapter in the afternoon. I wrote it last night and scrapped it in the morning...it's so uncomfortable...