Felix, Frevey, Sprout, Snape and Moody stood together, Moody spoke loudly with Frevey on a long cane.

"What a pity, Professor McGonagall did not come, and only one of the four deans was left." Flivie said.

"No need, Professor Flivie." Moody said in a low voice: "We have discussed it in advance. Come here today to join in the fun. I also want to see how these students perform..."

"Mileva is going to preside over the meeting, Lupin is here, and there are representatives of the school board, and important people must be present." Felix understood the reasons and replied concisely.

"Is it a magic lamp?" Moody said, and the magic eye turned to Felix. "I have heard of the name of the Future World Company. The Prophet Daily interviewed almost everyone in Diagon Alley and asked them what they thought about the sudden appearance of the building."

"There is also the light show at Quidditch World Cup, but it seems that the attention was snatched away by that unexpected parade. I wonder if it has been affected?"

"In fact, the impact is not great. Remus complained to me that there were too many orders and could not do it, so he had to recruit some more people urgently." Felix said with a smile. He was still very satisfied with the future development of the World Company.

Several professors talked to each other, Snapemer silently, looking much quieter than usual, wearing a black robe and holding his arms in front of him.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was filled with darkness, some of whom sat on the slope from a distance, spreading out a blanket, taking out all kinds of food, as if coming for a picnic and looking around leisurely.

Felix looked at several professors and said, "It's almost time, can you start?"

"We are here to watch the fun," Flivie said sharply: "Dumbledore assigned you to take charge of the Warriors' training. Your mind basin is the most suitable tool. I can't wait to leave my memory, but I can't compare to Dumbledore. I am ready to leave the memory of the year I won the duel championship..."

In the staff lounge, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of Warrior candidates. In order to make Dumbledore's appointing Felix's behavior justified, McGonagall took out a memory stone basin to persuade the professors, but she still remembered the principal's warning, which simply explained its use. Later, Flivi took the initiative to come to Felix, asked about the details, and agreed to provide a memory.

Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Frevey and Felix himself, no other professors did this, which actually shows that everyone attaches great importance to their memory, and Dumbledore's previous concerns make sense.

Felix bowed slightly, walked to the front, pointed at himself with his wand, and his voice came from afar, as if he was speaking to the ears of a student.

"You should see the content on the bulletin board. Today we are not selecting the Warriors, that is the task of the Goblet of Fire. What we have to do is to select a group of potential people to conduct special training. It is very likely that the last Warriors will appear from these people. Even if they are not, they will serve as student representatives, receive teachers and students from four participating schools and attend exchange activities."

Felix casually turned his wand, "What is the warrior?"

"The school hat can divide students into four colleges based on a person's most prominent trait. You may think that it would be great if there was a 'warrior hat'..."

The students below laughed softly.

"...You may also think that I will pick the most powerful students. This will make you fight in a mess, at least, you will also show your magic. But I must remind you that the duration of the championship is extremely long, which means that latecomers can catch up, and pioneers may fall behind at any time.

Strength is not the only criterion for measurement, otherwise what you do today will be meaningless."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and when they came, they guessed whether they wanted to compare who had a stronger spell, but there was actually no unified standard. Harry was best at disarming spells, but even he knew that the professors would not only consider this spell.

But the professor's words were very different from what they thought, and he seemed to have no concern for their ability, which disappointed Harry.

"A few of our professors have looked through a lot of information, analyzed past events, and came to some conclusions. One of them can be shared with you, that is, the Warriors often have to face the most difficult difficulties, even tests that are far beyond their own abilities. In that case, some gap in strength is not very important."

"The winner is not always the strongest. You will find that there are more invisible obstacles that are blocking your path to victory... So I made a small suggestion, starting from the definition of the Warriors themselves." Felix stopped his hand and his eyes flashed sharply, "We are back to the question at the beginning, what can be considered a Warrior?"

He stood up and looked at the crowd with a sense of oppression. When Felix asked this question again, the students felt heavy in their hearts.

"The warriors do not represent individuals, not a certain academy, but a unified name given by outsiders. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch. I wouldn't ask her which academy she came from, because in my eyes, she is the witch of Vagado."

The little wizards' expressions became serious involuntarily, straightened their chests, and the candy handed to their mouths by a freshman was hanging in the air, looking left and right, but still put it down. Luna slapped her hands and shook the hat in her hand hard.

"Since the Warriors are on the verge of Hogwarts and are fighting for honor, I think they should have some unified characteristics."

"Brave and fearless, extraordinary courage;"

“Knowledgeable, intelligent and wise;”

“Honest, loyal, firm and upright;”

"Firm goals, calm and self-sustaining."

Felix chuckled softly, "Of course, the above is just a good wish. We are lucky enough to be able to touch one or two words." Before he knew it, there was a suspicious black mist in his hand.

He pointed at the black fog with his magic wand and let it rise quickly. When he flew to a high altitude and approached the ceiling, the black fog suddenly fell like a cannonball, dragging the long black smoke to the ground and spread. The little wizards quickly avoided it, but found that the black fog did not extend without limit. When it expanded to more than ten feet, it stopped expanding, but twisted into a looming door, hanging in the air, six or seven feet above the ground, and was shrouded in black fog.

Under the black door, seven steps extend out. The surface of the steps is as smooth as a pitch-black mirror, connected to the ground step by step.

"Go in, come out again, get the invitation card, and you will be selected." Felix said calmly, looking at Moody with a cane and several professors next to him, and smiled and said, "Let's leave this place to the students, have a cup of tea together, and discuss the subsequent training by the way."

They had no objection, and they came here today to express the importance of the school. The selection criteria had been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall was relieved not to appear and handle more important things.

They took a few steps, "By the way," Felix stopped and said thoughtfully: "I seem to have forgotten to add an age limit. It is actually unnecessary for students in other grades..."

"No need to be so troublesome! Professor Hepp," Moody said in a hoarse voice, clenching the crutch in his hand: "The more forbidden it, the more people try it. This is my experience this week!"

His fake eye turned, retracted his eye socket, pointed his thumb back, and the Weasley twins were looking at the black gate, only a few steps away, one of them seemed to want to touch the steps above.

Another Weasley noticed that the professors turned around and quickly pulled him, and the two of them showed exactly the same smiling faces.

"You want to test the students' character. This is a good move. But instead of making restrictions and making them unwilling to accept it, it is better to try them one by one and recognize how much ability they have."

He knocked his wand hard and said in a tough tone: "Not everyone can be a warrior."

Felix looked at Moody, his eyes paused slightly on him, and said in a good manner: "You are right, Professor Moody."

They left together, and the students on the scene looked at them, watching them open the door of Classroom No. 7, and walked out one by one, and with a "slam", the door closed.

After a few seconds of quiet, the students burst into flames, staring at the black door hanging in the air, shrouded in black fog, and the seven steps extending smoothly upward seemed to have a strange charm, attracting their entire sight.

"Gudong!"
Chapter completed!