Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Clearly Fred and George are not going to tell you about this.

“Fred, George, do you two have a plan for the Triwizard Tournament?” Harry asks, "Do you still want to mix in? ”

“Of course I did. I asked Professor McGonagall about how the warriors were chosen, but she wouldn't tell me.” George grudgingly said, "She just told me to shut my mouth and focus on deforming my raccoon. ”

“Don't know what items are in the competition?” Ron said thoughtfully, "I bet we can do it too, we've done so many dangerous things before...”

Ron beat Voldemort in first grade with Harry, and fought Snake Monster in the Chamber of Secrets in second grade.

During the first half of last year, he was also involved in saving Sirius and beating Peter Pettigrew at the last minute.

In the second half of the semester, he went on an expedition with the Horseman tribe in the forbidden woods to find the magic stone Gryffindor left behind.

None of these things is more dangerous than the Triwizard Tournament, and a few people do have extra experience in this area.

“Yeah, it was great, but you didn't do those things in front of the referee, did you?” Professor McGonagall said the referee would rate the warriors according to the quality of the project completed. ”

“Who's the referee?” Harry asked.

“I don't know...”

“Officials from the Ministry of Magic will be referees.” Ivan said as he poured himself porridge.

Upon hearing Ivan's words, several others turned their heads to look at him with great surprise.

“It's obvious, isn't it?! Evan explained," The Ministry of Magic rarely plans such a large event and cannot remain out of sight. I think one of the referees will be Mr. Crouch, or Minister of Magic Foggy himself. ”

“Percy certainly knows, but he won't tell us anything. ”

“Yeah, I really want to know, who else is gonna be referee? ”

“The principals of the participating schools, three of whom must also be members of the panel.” Hermione followed.

This time, everyone turned their heads and looked at her with surprise.

“Haven't you read a book?!” Hermione explained, "It says here that in the 1792 competition, a chicken snaketail monster that the warriors were trying to catch was uncontrolled, rammed straight, and all three principals were injured. ”

Hermione took a thick copy of Hogwarts, A History from the bag and turned to the middle page.

“These are all written here, I remember this passage...”

“Do you usually carry this book in class?” Harry asked in surprise.

Hermione's Hogwarts, A History, looks pretty light.

“Because I've been going over a little bit of information lately, I'm going to reread it, and there's a lot of important historical information in it.” Hermione said, "Of course, the book is not entirely reliable. I think it might be more appropriate to call it" A Revised History of Hogwarts, "or" A Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, Overshadowed by the Dark Aspects of the School ". ”

“What are you talking about?” Ron asked inexplicably.

Others were equally confused, but they soon knew what she was going to say, and they were going to raise elves at home.

“Family Pokémon! Hermione said, both eyes burning," In Hogwarts, A History, which is more than a thousand pages long, we are collectively oppressing a hundred slaves without mentioning it! ”

Several people remained silent and stared down at their plates.

Fred and George all of a sudden seemed to have a keen interest in their salty meat, and they were the only people in the crowd who refused to pay for the S.P.E.W. badge, no matter what Hermione said.

At the end of the breakfast, Hermione was still tired of telling Ivan about the current progress of the Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare.

In short, on that day, there was a joy of anticipation in the air.

In the classroom, nobody's focused on the lecture, and everybody's thinking about Boosbaton and Durmstrang coming tonight.

Even potion and divination classes are unbearable as usual, as they leave half an hour in advance.

When the bell rang early, Ivan and Colin and Ginny hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, and they found Harry, Ron, Hermione and the other little wizards back long ago, all dressed in capes, three steps and two steps down the stairs, coming to the hall.

At this time, the deans of the faculties are ordering their students to line up.

“Weasley, put your hat on; Cleveland, put your shirt in your pants!” Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "And you, Miss Petyr, take that ridiculous thing off your hair. ”

Pawati frowned unhappily and removed a large butterfly head from the braid.

“Well, please follow me.” Professor McGonagall said, "First grade classmates ahead, don't crowd...”

They went down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle.

It was a cold, airy evening, with the night coming and a white, translucent moon hanging over the forbidden forest.

The moonlight is extraordinarily bright and interdependent with the castle, creating a spectacular and spectacular picture.

All the teachers and students stood outside the gate, and the ghosts slowly floated over everyone.

Ivan, Colin, and Ginny stood in the third row with the other third grade students, behind them were Harry, Ron, Hermione.

He saw Colin's younger brother, Dennis, and other freshmen in the first year in front of him, trembling with excitement.

“It's almost 6: 00!” Ron looked down at the driveway leading to the front door and said, “What are they going to do, take the train? ”

“I don't think so. Hermione said," The Hogwarts line is from London and it is impossible for them to gather there. ”

“How come, broomstick?” Harry guessed, looking up at the starlit sky.

Colin looked forward to lifting his head when he heard him.

“They wouldn't do that from so far away...”

“Maybe the door keys?!” Ron continues to guess, "or phantom shaping, perhaps with them, people under the age of seventeen also allow phantom shaping! ”

“Ron, how many times have I told you, no phantoms on Hogwarts' grounds!” Hermione said impatiently.

The little wizards looked at the darkening ground with excitement, but there was no movement at all.

Everything is silent, tranquil, and often no different.

The impenetrable discourse gradually rang from the crowd, all cold and hungry.

Dumbledore, standing in the back row with the other teachers, suddenly shouted as everyone was impatient.

“Ah, if I'm not mistaken, the representative of Boosbatons has arrived! ”

“Where is it?” Many students are eager to ask and look in different directions.

“There!” A sixth grade student shouted, pointing over a forbidden forest.

A giant broomstick, much bigger than a broomstick, or a hundred broomsticks.

In the silver moonlight, as you can see, it is rapidly passing through the dark blue sky, coming towards the castle, gradually becoming larger and larger.