A new week is coming, the last week of October, and the professors all accelerated their progress to make time for the upcoming championship.

Moody's class was still full of frightening. "I can smell cowards." He said in the class. At that time, he was about to take turns chanting the soul-taking curse for students. Moody looked at the students with his intact eyes and said in a low voice: "You will find that the more you escape, the more danger will come to you... Yes, it always loves cowards."

When he raised his wand, the little wizards shook together.

Only Harry showed resistance to the Soul-Snatching Curse in the entire grade. "You have the potential of Auror! Potter, let them see your ability!" Moody roared. He cast the Soul-Snatching Curse four times in a row until Harry was able to completely get rid of the influence of the Soul-Snatching Curse and turned his attention to the next person.

After class, Ron and Neville helped each other out of the classroom. The two were treated similarly. Under Moody's control, Ron danced a passionate dance, while Neville performed a series of amazing gymnastics movements.

"Who did he think he was, that paranoid..." Ron said angrily, rubbing his thighs.

As they passed by a group of second-grade wizards, the wizards stared at Hermione, talking without hesitation about Hermione's terrifying performance in the clearing last weekend.

"That flame phoenix...had its hair burned..."

Hermione's expression was both happy and embarrassed, "Do they have nothing else to do?" Even when she was doing homework in the library, she could not escape all kinds of hot gazes. When she refused the third group of students asking for signatures, the little wizard "cut" in dissatisfaction, "What's the pride?"

Hermione said incredibly: "Am I proud?"

"You look like you've been given a happy spell," Ron said jealously, "and he was happy and smiling."

"It's so scary..." Hermione was stunned for a moment, sighed for a while, and said to Harry very seriously: "I admire you a little, Harry."

"What did you say?" Harry asked in a daze.

"I just... feel a little emotional," said Hermione. "Think about it, I just got a little reputation recently, and I feel gloomy. But you have been in this look for three years without showing any abnormality."

Harry stammered: "That's because I don't think there's anything good about reputation... OK, I'm honest, sometimes it feels good."

"It also includes when I am misunderstood?" Hermione asked with a deep look at him. In the past few days, she has experienced the disadvantages of her sudden reputation. Only by becoming the focus of the crowd can she know what it feels like.

She suddenly remembered that in their second grade, Harry was suspected by many classmates to be the heir of the Slytherin secret room because he exposed the snake accent. They all hid Harry and talked behind their backs.

"Isn't you there?" Harry said.

Ron shrugged, "What are you talking about weird topics? Let's go, let's go find Fred and George. I saw them going to the owl shed, maybe the age enhancer has arrived."

Harry was about to go and see Hedwig, but Hermione thought it was better to have a breath, so they packed up and left the library.

When they passed the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they saw two goblins walking out of the forest. They worked together to carry a wild boar on their shoulders and were walking towards Iphamoni's residence. When they saw Harry and the others, the two goblins muttered in strange words.

"Guess what they said?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, maybe I'm just curious." Harry said in the direction of Quidditch Stadium. Standing in his position, he could only see a tall building roof with four animal statues standing on the four corners of the eaves. In front of them was a thunderbird with flapping wings and flying, which looked a bit like Ravenclaw's bronze eagle.

"Do you think there will be Thunderbirds in this year's Championship?" Ron asked curiously.

"Thunderbirds are not easy to deal with. They are the darlings of the storm. They are not considered magical abilities. The only thing that can fly is beyond the reach of the warriors." Hermione said unoptimistically.

The owl shed is a round stone room, standing high. As they endured the "whimpering" wind in the tower and the smell of owl feces and climbed up the stairs, they happened to hear the footsteps of the twins descending.

"He can't hide from us forever, that's not a small amount!"

"Yes, I don't know if the letter is effective. Maybe we should stuff the letter directly into his hands. He must come, right?" Turning a corner, George stopped talking and looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione in surprise.

"Why are you here?" Fred asked with his eyes wide open.

Ron did not answer, staring at the twins, "Who is going to hide from you?"

"I hope you, the silly brother, can hide from us." Fred said unhappily.

Ron wanted to ask again, and Fred and George hugged him left and right, "Don't you want an age enhancer? You'll be here yesterday, and I'll give it to you when I go back." As they said that, they left one after another.

"They must have something to hide from their home." Ron looked at their backs and said with certainty. "But it seems that someone else owed them a sum of money." He quickly left this matter behind and said with hope: "I don't know how the age enhancer tastes? I really hope it's better than compound decoction..."

Hermione said coldly: "You haven't given up on that plan yet, are you?"

"Yes, are you going to report us, Hermione?" Ron said with a smile, "I have to give it a try... I heard from Professor McGonagall that the Warriors don't have to take the year-end exam, which means that no matter how fooling homework, you don't have to worry about being given a low score... This is a safe life for the whole year!"

Hermione looked at him angrily, "So you want to be a warrior just to not do your homework?"

"Of course there is a big bonus."

They returned to the public lounge, and Ron lay on the table and moaned: "There are too many homework this year. Professor McGonagall left a paper on the hedgehog transformation. Trelawney asked us to predict the stargazing fortune next month. Snape forced us to study the antidote. He actually hinted at poisoning us! Professor Bins' homework has always been a lot, fairy rebellion... Who cares about what happened hundreds of years ago? And Professor Frieve, who prepared three reference books for the flying spell, and even Hagrid suggested that we observe the tailblasting snails every other day. Did you hear that? He actually asked us to observe the things that would make our butts burn. His tone was like talking about a group of obedient dogs..."

"Think about it, as long as you become a warrior, you can get rid of all this." He raised his head and said with a look of longing.

Neither Hermione nor Harry paid attention to him, but he would have been jealous for a while. Hermione took out a booklet and muttered something, and Harry held the two-way mirror and made a parent-child phone call with Sirius.

"I'm fine... the scar doesn't hurt anymore, maybe it's a psychological factor... Well, the other three schools are coming, I really hope you can see it... Hi, Kliche, what? Well, of course, the locket matches your bare head... Happy Halloween in advance..."

Sirius's irritable voice came from the mirror: "Damn it, Felix didn't let me use the fireplace in his office! There was no such person as him who broke the bridge like this!"

In the evening, Neville brought back a new news that Boothbaton and Demstrong's men were coming.

...

The delegations of the two schools arrived on the same day, as if they had made an appointment, with less than an hour apart.

With the experience of welcoming the Ifamoni Magic School, Hogwarts seemed at ease from top to bottom, and even Felch's eyes were not so prominent, perhaps because there was no little wizard making low-level mistakes again.

It was getting colder at the end of October, and the students gathered on the steps outside the hall to wait for twenty minutes. The Boothbaton delegation finally flew towards them in a huge pink-blue carriage. The carriage was as big as a house, and twelve winged silver-maned horses pulled it into the air.

The students raised their heads and made a roar of amazement. With a loud sour sound, the carriage landed on the ground, "Cool! Hard land!" said Semo, until Mrs. Maxim walked out of the carriage and came to everyone on the golden steps. He gasped.

"Oh my God, she's so tall!"

Dumbledore and the professors led the way to applaud, and then Dumbledore kissed the back of Mrs. Maxim's hand, and after a greeting, "Have Kakarov arrived yet?" asked Mrs. Maxim.

"He was a little later than expected," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Maxim sniffed and muttered in a low voice. The professors standing in front and the students nearby heard it clearly, and she was talking about "pretending to behave."

"Are you willing to wait here to greet him, or are you willing to go in and warm up first?" Dumbledore asked as if he hadn't heard it.

"I'll go in and warm it up first," she said with a small bow, "My horses are very strong-hearted--they need to be taken care of by a strong man, and only drink pure malt whiskey."

"Don't worry, our professor of protection of magical animals will take care of him," Dumbledore said.

Mrs. Maxim smiled gracefully and nodded to the professors. When she saw Felix, her smile became much more sincere. Then she majesticly said to the students of Busbaton: "Follow me in."

The students of Hogwarts made a way and watched her walk along the steps into the castle with twelve or three students, talking behind them. These Boothbaton students were all wearing delicate blue silk school uniforms, and several particularly slim girls wrapped their heads.

Dumbledore turned his head and whispered: "Felix..."

"Leave it to me," said Felix, looking at the carriage, his eyes covered with a silvery white light, and the group of horses as big as elephants stared at the fiery red eyes, suddenly motionless. After a moment, they all raised the hooves of the dish-sized horses in the direction of the Hagrid House.

"By the way, there is pure malt whiskey," Dumbledore said, and he raised his hand to pull out a note from the thin air, which floated over the head of the silver-maned horse.

The note was turned over by the wind, making a sound of rushing sound, looking particularly strange. Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and his expression gradually became stern.

"Ah~ I'm a little bored to wait," Dumbledore said. "Felix, does your 'Future World' company have any new products? I saw in the newspaper that you recently signed a contract with the quirky sister group..."

"That's for magic gramophones, and they will cooperate with the first batch of records. I suggest Remus make the product as small as possible, and it's best to cast magical images. However, after encountering a few small problems, I urgently need some valuable suggestions."

The two discussed it, and the bored professors and students stood up and listened. Later, the professors also participated, and time passed by little by little.

After another half an hour, even the students wearing cloaks couldn't stand it anymore and shivered in the cold wind.

"How long will it take to wait?"

Draco Malfoy said dissatisfiedly, he quietly pulled out his wand, chanted the expansion spell at a beetle on the ground, and then kicked the beetle as big as a mouse away. After a while, a scream came from a distance.

He grinned and suddenly stared at the black lake in the distance, where a whirlpool appeared.

At this moment, Lee Jordan shouted, "Look at that lake!"

Draco "cuts" and squinted his eyes and observed carefully. A huge splash of water flipped up in the center of the originally calm black lake, like a boiling crucible. Then, a huge mast rose from the vortex.

It was a big ship with a strange appearance, like a wreckage that had been soaked at the bottom of the sea for hundreds of years. It was finally salvaged one day - the hull was covered with air leakage holes, and the portholes emitted misty phosphorescence. When the ship was docked on the shore, a row of people wearing heavy fur cloaks walked out, and only the man in the lead was wearing special silver-white fur.

He had a raised goatee, his whole body was tall and thin, his cheeks were thin, his eye sockets were deep, his cheekbones were protruding, and his eyebrows were a little scheming, giving people a deep feeling.

"Dumbledore!" the man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope, "How are you, my dear old man?"

"Great, thank you, Professor Kakarov." Dumbledore replied.

He led everyone to the auditorium, and the house elves in the kitchen had prepared a sumptuous dinner.

The dinner gathered four schools, and when he heard that the people of Vagado had no idea which mountain was spinning, Demstrong's principal Kakarov immediately hummed in dissatisfaction.

"They are really good at making excuses! Let everyone wait for them! You should know that Crum had a cold before leaving, and I told him, you have to hold on, and the days that you are not used to in the future are still long..."

"They will arrive by Halloween at the latest," Dumbledore said softly: "If your students are not comfortable, Professor Kakarov, Hogwarts School Hospital can help, Mrs. Pomfrey is very professional."

...

At night, the dark blue night sky covered with stars was shrouded in dark clouds, and the moon was covered by thick clouds. A bright lightning flashed across the night sky, thunder roared, and the cold rain fell drizzling.

In the office of the ancient magic literature, Felix wore a wool cloak and sat on the sofa to watch a movie with Sniff Varun. Sniff stared at the projected scene without turning around. Seeing the wonderful place, he didn't even notice that Felix quietly pulled away Jin Jialong from his hand.

After watching the movie, sniff and climb onto his own cradle bed and lie comfortably on the velvet.

"Good night."

"Jiji!"

At the same time, a group of figures stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the towering Hogwarts Castle.

"Try harder! This storm is nothing, we will arrive before dawn."

A loud voice said. He suddenly jumped off the top of the mountain and turned into a tall bird. His iron-green wings swept across the steep rock walls and kept hovering in the valley.

"Oh!"

Another figure rolled up and turned into a strong leopard. With several ups and downs, it ran hundreds of feet away.

Immediately afterwards, the long elephant trunk raised high, the African elephant with broad ears and silver-white teeth walked down the dark brown steep slope with sharp stone ground facing it like flat ground.
Chapter completed!