While waiting for the dinner to start, Byles had become friends with Neville, and along with Harry and his group, he became familiar with each other.

"Yes, very different," he was introducing the Gryffindor students to the branch ceremony of Ifamoni. "I was startled when I first saw it. On both sides of the main entrance of the castle were statues of two founders - Aesop Seal and James Stewart. Through the main entrance was a rotunda, where we were in the branch..."

He drew a circle on the table to indicate the shape of the hall, and then pointed out four small dots.

"Did you see it?" Byers pointed to the dot and said, "that is an animal statue representing the four academies. The freshmen stood against the wall and waited to read their names. I was standing on the Knot of Goldi at that time, and I was frightened. I was surrounded by faces as nervous as me. When I looked up, I could see the old students and professors on the terrace on the second floor-"

"What is the Knot of Goldy?" Semo asked with interest.

Byers showed him the golden knot on his robe: "It's this, the thing used to hold the school robe. It's very complicated, but this is the tradition of our school, and everyone has to know it."

"Where did I say? Oh, standing on the Knot of Goldi, and then waiting to see which magic statue responded... I felt like a year had passed, and fortunately the Thunderbird statue responded to me." He said gladly.

Harry empathized with it. He had a long time in the branch office when he was in the first grade, but because the branch office hat strongly recommended him to go to Slytherin, and he insisted on disagreeing and was eventually assigned to Gryffindor College.

He couldn't help asking, "Have you ever encountered two statues responding to his situation at the same time?"

"It should be." Byles recalled: "But I haven't encountered it, and this situation is rare... The most famous one is Ms. Serafina Piqueri, who wanted to recruit her at that time, and it turned out that she was worthy of it, and she later became the president of the American Magic France Association."

"She was doing well while in office, but compared with the establishment of the law on the protection of magical animals, people remember that she resisted the pressure and did not ban the giggle of the strong wine..."

Hermione screamed: "For the sake of Derek Frens Dane, what is that?"

Byers looked at her in surprise.

"I said the wrong thing?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"No," Byers said: "You should have seen this name from the book? Drey Frence Dane?"

Hermione nodded and spoke cautiously: "The book says that Dereflens Dane was one of the victims of the Salem witch trial in the seventeenth century, and her name was later used as spoken language to express surprise."

Byers held back his laughter and said, "You are right, but that is the word my grandmother likes to use. The books you read must have been a few years..."

Hermione blushed.

The little wizard of Gryffindor around him laughed. It was rare to see the scene of Miss "Jiushi" making a fool of herself.

After laughing, Ron asked curiously: "So... what is the hell of wine?"

...

"Want to come some? Grizzly wine, it's as old as Magic France, and every sip is the taste of history." asked Kaumee Wilkinson, professor of black magic defense at Ifamoni, who was shaking a rough bottle of wine, and the wine inside was sensational.

Felix shook his head gently: "I can't stand the strong wine."

"Young people don't know anything..." Wilkinson muttered and turned his head, "Where are you, Professor Moody, do you want to have some? Just one mouthful can make you laugh."

Moody patted the curved wine bottle around his waist and said sternly: "I only drink my own."

Professor Wilkinson's eyes lit up and he leaned over and asked, "What's the good thing?"

"I'm used to drinking inferior wine. I used to take a sip when I was stalking Aurors," Moody knocked the crutch on the floor: "Professor Wilkinson, what do you think of my proposal?"

McGonagall, who was separated by two positions, turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at her. She still couldn't defend herself, which exposed Professor Moody's "Dark Magic Defensive Teaching Concept" on the first day, and she didn't even have an extra day of buffering time.

"Oh, uh, this..." Wilkinson's tone became vague. "I didn't expect Hogwarts' teaching style to be so radical. I heard some rumors before, but now it seems that there should be some misunderstandings..."

He chuckled himself with a big mouthful of wine, suddenly his face flushed and he laughed wildly. Then he began to speak loudly about the glory of his ancestors, "Calidy Wilkinson! One of the twelve American Aurors! She is my great-great-great-grandmother, the two who survived to the age of fruit only..."

At the end of the dinner, he was carried out by four goblins and followed the Ifamoni delegation to the temporary camp at Quidditch Stadium.

The students of Hogwarts could hear his drunken voice floating over the black night sky - "Salidy Wilkinson!", "Saldard Fontana!", "Salida Auror!"

"He looks so angry, that Iphamoni's principal." Felix said teasingly.

The principal of Ifamoni is a very pertinent person, but Professor Wilkinson's performance today is a bit embarrassing. Perhaps even more embarrassing is that the professor was unconsciously resisted by the cold-faced goblins, which really goes against the subjects he taught...

Professor McGonagall, who had always had a serious expression, laughed.

But immediately she raised her face again and said sadly: "I'm worried that Professor Moody will cause trouble..."

Her worries became a reality.

In the new week, Moody did not care about the feelings of the new Ifamoni students. He used a malicious transfer spell in the seventh grade class, and the students' noses were grafted on plants, bottles, books and all kinds of weird things.

He shouted in a rough voice: "Some of you were picked out and passed the test of fear... Yes, you think it's amazing... But in my opinion, it's all hallucinations! Small-minded! We want to pilot real things, ha?"

His fake eye was dripping around, staring at the students in the classroom, including those Ifamoni's students.

Collins Forley covered his face, tears streaming down his eyes, and desperately swung his wand, and after a moment—

"Bang!"

The effect of the spell disappeared, Collins covered his intact nose, and the stone in his heart finally landed on the ground.

"Well done!" Moody limped over, "Look, this is the effect I want. You must learn to transfer evil curses and learn how to crack them. Slytheringa ten!"

In the afternoon, Felix was flipping through the roster in the ancient magical classroom.

"Why are there two missing?"

He looked at Byers, who stammered, "They, they were not feeling well, lying in the camp..."

Felix knew in his heart that he might have been scared by Moody's evil curse? But there was no need to escape his class.

"Well, classmates," he glanced around, "we will start classes. Given that there will be various eye-catching activities this year, your mind will be destined to be dispersed... Let's work harder to finish the courses for this school year before the first project begins."

The little wizards below did not respond much, and their learning progress was always ahead of the curve. This kind of "advanced" is relative to the assessment standards of the Ministry of Magic's Wizard Examination Administration, which is responsible for organizing students' O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts level exams.

Since Professor Happ joined the ranks, the young wizards' ancient magical literature scores have gone up and down. Except for one of the students who graduated at the end of June this year, only one of them got the highest level of excellent (O).

According to the professor, "The Ministry of Magic is too slow and hasn't reacted yet, but you can't always expect them to turn a blind eye. After all, a large number of 'excellent' are still very conspicuous..."

"Maybe they will remember this one day, go to Hogwarts, and reassess the academic difficulty and assessment standards."

...

The students of Ifamoni looked around in surprise, and the Hogwarts students seemed to have no objection to Professor Hepp's words. This made them wonder if they had heard it awkwardly. Is he really going to spend three months to learn the whole year?

"Professor, do you know the competition time of the first event?" a student asked.

"It should be between late November and early December," Felix said: "First, leave enough preparation time for the Warriors, and second, it is best not to delay the Christmas ball. The time period I just mentioned almost meets this requirement."

He tapped the table gently and pulled the students into the thinking classroom.

...

Before time could be known, a week passed, and Ifamoni's students merged into the ocean like a drop of water. Even if there were occasional waves, no chaos was caused. At the professor's meeting on Friday, Professor McGonagall threw out two bombs.

"The first thing, the Ministry of Magic agreed that the list of black magic that can be used 'reasonably' in the championship was down." As he spoke, parchment paper floated to the professors present.

Felix fell into deep thought as he looked at the long list of spells written in black ink.

"The second thing, Ifamoni's delegation asked us if we could let the two schools prepare warriors learn and practice with each other, including familiarity with and resistance to the black magic above."
Chapter completed!