Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 456

The applause died down.

Dumbledore continued to say loudly: "A few of our professors will conduct some simple tests and training on the 25 of you before departure."

He looked at several professors.

"Professor McGonagall will be in charge of etiquette teaching, and Professors Moody and Flitwick will be in charge of practical training."

The three professors whose names were called all nodded.

Of course, only Professor Flitwick had a smile on his face, and both Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody had serious expressions.

"Training will start tomorrow." Dumbledore said again, "so please arrive at the largest classroom on the second floor by 25 o'clock tomorrow from the 9 students on the list."

Then, Dumbledore announced that everyone could start eating.

On the Ravenclaw long table, Roger pouted.

"Is it so troublesome?" He muttered dissatisfiedly, "Students like me who don't want to be a warrior should also be trained?"

Eddie retorted even more dissatisfied than him, "You guys don't complain, I don't know how many people are envious of you."

"Forget it." Roger smiled, "Maybe this is the test that must be passed in order to meet those French girls."

The next day, after breakfast, Scott and Roger came to the largest professor room on the second floor.

At this time, the three professors were already waiting in the classroom.

"Wait first." Professor McGonagall nodded to them, "Wait for everyone to arrive."

They didn't wait long, and all 25 people on the list came.

Not only that, but many curious students also ran over, wanting to watch their training.

"Please leave the irrelevant personnel first." Professor McGonagall said to the students surrounding the classroom door.

Although most of them were a little reluctant, they turned around obediently and prepared to leave.

But among the crowd were Fred and George, who were off the beaten path.

The two immediately protested loudly.

"We are not irrelevant personnel."

"We are also part of Hogwarts!"

"They will go to Beauxbatons on behalf of Hogwarts."

"We also want to make sure they won't embarrass us!"

The two of them said one sentence, sang and harmonized, their faces were full of righteousness and awe.

As they finished speaking, many of the 25 people in the classroom glared at them.

The expression on Professor McGonagall's face also became "dangerous".

"Mr. Weasley." She walked to the door and looked at Fred and George, "each of the 25 students here has been recommended by five professors, and the three of us are enough to make a reasonable judgment. "

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, many people in the classroom puffed up their chests and stared at the twins with disdain.

"Oh, of course, Professor McGonagall." Fred blinked, put away his mischievous expression, and pretended to be serious. "Of course we can trust your judgment."

George said, "But as a member of Hogwarts, we value the honor of the school more than anything else. So we have to apply to join."

Fred nodded repeatedly.

Now, there are even more eyes of contempt for them.

"What are these two guys up to?" Roger asked Scott in a low voice.

"They regretted it, especially Fred." Scott pointed to the dark-skinned girl with a youthful and healthy atmosphere on the other side.

At this time, the girl was leaning against the wall with her arms folded, looking at the twins at the door with half-smile eyes.

"Oh, Angelina." Roger understood in seconds, then smiled and looked at the girl's tall and fit body, "Fred has a good vision."

Scott lowered his voice, "As far as I know, the Triwizard Tournament will span several months, and there will also be a grand Christmas ball. Fred probably doesn't want to see Angelina become someone else's dance partner."

"Tsk tsk." Roger looked gloating, "Christmas ball? How do you know?"

"Of course I have my sources."

"How would they know?"

"Of course I reminded them specifically."

"Hehe, you are such a bad guy."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment."

At the door, Fred and George continued to struggle.

"Enough, Mr Weasleys."

Professor McGonagall stopped the nonsense of the two.

She wanted to say something more, when Professor Moody spoke suddenly.

"Oh, they want to participate, so let them participate, Minerva." He looked at the students outside the door with his round magic eyes, and smiled horribly, "It just so happens that our team members are training We also need some opponents.”

"This will be messy, Alastor." Professor McGonagall was a little dissatisfied.

"The students are very enthusiastic, let them contribute." Professor Flitwick was also helping to speak.

Of course, as a good old man, his original intention should be completely different from that of Professor Moody.

With the help of the other two professors, Fred and George immediately looked at Professor McGonagall eagerly.

Not only them, but the students who were watching outside the classroom became excited.

Perhaps because he didn't want to disappoint the students, Professor McGonagall finally compromised.

"You can come and help." She said sternly, "But if anyone makes trouble here or affects our team members, I will let him out!"

Her overly stern eyes caught the cheers of the students in their throats.

Even Fred and George didn't appear to be monsters any more, and followed Professor McGonagall obediently into the classroom.

Fred just winked at Angelina as Professor McGonagall turned, making a successful gesture.

"Oh, since that's the case, the size of this classroom is not enough." Professor Flitwick drew out his wand.

Then, Professor McGonagall also raised his wand.

The two professors cast a spell together, and the area of ​​the classroom began to expand, getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, Roger asked Scott funnyly, "What do you think Fred and George will do next?"

"I think they're going to beat the students on the roster in practice and take the loser's place," Scott said.

"Will the professors agree? This would make the rules Dumbledore made earlier meaningless."

"Professor McGonagall certainly won't, but Professor Moody might. But they still have a chance of success, don't they?"

"Oh..." Roger frowned, "I hope they won't follow me."

While the two were talking, Fred and George also came over.

"Hey guys."

"We changed our minds, don't try to leave us alone."

"Good luck." Roger tapped Fred's shoulder lightly. "Otherwise I'll ask Angelina to be my dance partner at the Christmas ball."

When Fred heard this, he immediately put away the smile on his face, and looked straight at Roger.

After three seconds passed, he quickly changed his face again, returning to his hippie smiling expression.

"It's okay, just do it." He patted Roger on the shoulder, "If I still can't go to Beauxbatons after working hard, then you will be Angelina's dance partner."

"Huh?" Roger's eyes widened in surprise.

Even Scott and George looked at Fred in surprise, wondering if his mind was broken.

Get the girl you like to be Roger's dance partner?
Didn't Fred know what Roger was like?
Roger asked, "Are you so worried about me? Are you sure I won't pursue that girl?"

"Come on, Roger." Fred rolled his eyes, "You haven't launched an offensive for a long time, which proves that Hogwarts doesn't have any girls who interest you."

Roger said with a smile: "Of course, the girl you like is indeed not the type I like. But because I don't take the initiative, it doesn't mean that others won't be impressed by my charm."

The expression on Roger's face was so flat that Fred rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Don't worry, Roger, Angelina is not interested in you." He said angrily, "She once said that she doesn't understand why other girls are interested in you, and she talked about you like Talking about nasty Filch."

Having said that, the smile on his face widened.

"Oh, by the way, she has a good relationship with the Caccini who slapped you. Coincidentally, Caccini is also in this team."

"puff……"

Both Scott and George couldn't help laughing.

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to help you. Since Angelina hates me, she probably won't accept my invitation."

Roger said with a dark face.

"I think she'll accept a prom invitation from a boy she feels attracted to, oh, maybe a handsome boy with French romance."

"Hey, I'm going to Beauxbatons," Fred said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, good luck." Roger laughed again.

At this time, the changes in the classroom finally stopped.

The indoor area has expanded several times, and the space has become spacious again.

A duel stage also appeared in the center of the classroom.

"Quiet."

Professor McGonagall stepped onto the stage and looked around.

"The 25 selected students, please come forward."

Scott and the others stopped talking, walked out of the crowd, and came to the bottom of the stage.

Professor McGonagall said to them: "When you visit another wizarding school, your words, deeds, and actions will represent Hogwarts, the oldest wizarding school, and our teaching achievements. As Hogwarts Gwartz's best students, you should always keep this in mind..."

Professor McGonagall's cautionary speech was a bit more verbose than Dumbledore's usual speech, but not too verbose.

After 3 minutes it was over.

Next, Professor Moody stepped onto the stage with a prosthetic leg.

"Everyone knows what happened in this year's World Cup final." His expression was gloomy and his voice was angry.

Off the stage, the expressions of the students also changed at this moment, and there was no smile on everyone's face.

Professor Moody continued: "For a period of time, Britain failed to host the Quidditch World Cup! Hogwarts lost the right to host the Triwizard Tournament again!"

The atmosphere in the classroom became a little heavy.

"Everyone knows why this happened, but it cannot be denied that these things have made us very embarrassed in front of the French, the Germans, and in short, the foreigners."

"You go out to communicate on behalf of Hogwarts and Britain, and you may encounter a lot of ridicule and even blame."

"But you all know what to do!"

Professor Moody said in a deep voice.

His magic eyes turned quickly, as if he was gauging everyone's reaction.

He fixed his eyes on a Slytherin, "Mr. Warrington, tell me."

All eyes were on Cassius Warrington, the Slytherin Chaser.

The pressure of being stared at by Professor Moody was great, and Wallington was obviously a little nervous, but he still twitched the corners of his mouth.

"I will become a warrior and represent Hogwarts to win the championship."

Although his answer was not sonorous and forceful, he was still somewhat confident.

Professor Moody was noncommittal, and looked at Cedric in a blink of an eye.

"What about you, Mr. Diggory?" he asked. "I have heard many people say that you are the best and most exemplary student at Hogwarts. I look forward to your answer."

"Yes, Professor Moody."

Cedric smiled.

"Although we may face ridicule and mistrust from others, what we can do is to use our best performance to silence those who doubt. I believe that all of us can do this, because Hogwarts is The best wizarding school in the world."

Facing the same pressure of being watched by Professor Moody's magic eyes, Cedric performed much better than Warrington, looking calm and graceful.

The professors are obviously more satisfied.

Although Professor Moody still didn't comment, his tense expression relaxed a little, and Professor McGonagall even smiled.

But Warrington, who answered first, was obviously a little unconvinced. After seeing the reactions of the professors, he gave Cedric a hard look.

At this time, Professor Moody's magic eyes started to turn again, aiming at Scott.

"I'm still curious about your answer, Mr. Trollope."

Scott raised his head to meet him, and said his answer.

"I guess we're still just students."

Having said that, he smiled.

"The Triwizard Tournament is just a competition between students from three magic schools. Why give it so much meaning."

Moody laughed too, "Is that what you think?"

It's a pity that when the old Auror laughed, the layers of scars on his face were huddled together, looking terrible, and it was even hard to tell whether he was happy or sneering.

Scott nodded calmly, "That's right, we are just students, as long as we do what students are supposed to do. Laugh at them? Just laugh at them. We are not the ones who manage the British magic community."

He fully demonstrated his indifference.

What does the chaos in the British wizarding world have to do with this group of ungraduated students?
They're not the Minister of Magic.

As long as you do what a student should do, isn't that enough to represent Hogwarts?

Scott knew that his speech was a bit unusual, but he felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and there was no need to lie on purpose, so he didn't care about the eyes of the crowd focusing on him.

But Warrington, who spoke first, seemed unable to bear it.

He pointed at Scott and began to attack, "Can such a guy with no sense of honor really represent Hogwarts? I think the professors should disqualify him!"

His remarks seemed to resonate with some students, especially those who didn't get a spot, who would love to see Scott disqualified.

Scott turned to look at Warrington's angry face. "I don't think it's your turn to blame me, Warrington. I don't think there's anything wrong with my thinking."

He suspected that Warrington was a little unintelligent, that's why he jumped out so eagerly.

Didn't you see that several professors didn't criticize him?

Although he didn't say what was in his heart, the look in his eyes at the moment said everything.

"you……"

Warrington's nostrils flared with anger.

"All right."

Professor McGonagall interrupted Warrington.

"There is indeed nothing wrong with what Mr. Trollope said. You are just students. As long as you do what students should do, it is enough to repay the school's expectations of you."

"Why?" Warrington's eyes widened.

Professor McGonagall added: "Of course, there is no problem with your speech, Mr. Warrington, Mr. Diggory."

Professor Moody leaned on the ground with the wooden crutch in his hand, making a crisp sound.

"I just want to see your attitude." He said in a deep voice, "No matter what you think in your heart, I hope you can maintain a confident attitude and don't have any flinches. You are students of Hogwarts!"

He took a special look at Warrington, meaning that Warrington was not as confident and calm as Cedric and Scott under the oppression of his magic eye just now.

Warrington's face became even uglier.

"Oh, Scott," said Roger softly, "Let Fred beat Warrington outright later."

Scott glanced back, and Fred behind him winked at him with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Professor Moody said: "Okay, I'm going to start to test your strength, little wizards. Who will come up first? You can choose your own opponent."

Scott looked at Warrington again.

But Warrington didn't seem to have the courage to duel with him, but shrank his shoulders in his gaze.

Scott looked away boredly.

"Let me do it, Professor Moody!"

Fred in the rear raised his arms high.

"I want to verify Wallington's strength on behalf of everyone!"

"Weasley!" Warrington growled angrily.

"Well, Warrington?"

Before the professors could speak, Fred strode to the stage.

"If you lose to me, give me your spot!"

"I don't think we have such a rule, Mr. Weasley," said Professor McGonagall immediately.

"Oh, rules are meant to be broken sometimes."

Fred stood slouched, looking sloppy.

Only those who faced him could see how serious he was looking at Warrington at the moment.

"If I lose, I will immediately apologize to you in front of everyone and admit that I shouldn't look down on you. Do you want to come, Warrington?"

"you!"

Warrington stared at Fred fiercely, his eyes almost burst into flames.

He has been caught in a dilemma.

If he agreed to Fred's conditions, he might lose the spot.If he refuses, it will be considered an outright surrender.

In the end, arrogance and a desire for revenge that still seemed to be holding back got the upper hand.

"I'll make you apologize obediently! Weasley!"

Warrington stepped onto the duel stage.

Professor McGonagall said angrily: "You can conduct duel training, but regarding the number of participants, that is not something you can decide on your own!"

Fred had already jumped onto the stage, pretending to perform a wizard salute.

"I know, Professor." He said, "If I succeed in obtaining a place through this method, it will be unfair to the students who get the recommendation letter first, and others will also be eager to move."

He pointed to the students who were already ready to move.

Obviously, if he manages to claim the spot, there will be plenty of people who will learn his ways.

Professor McGonagall nodded, "You know, Mr. Weasley."

But Fred shook the wand in his hand, and changed the topic, "But I still want to say that participating in the Triwizard Tournament requires strength. If you can't keep your spot, you are not qualified to represent us in the competition."

Professor McGonagall hesitated.

"No, we don't have such a plan," she said. "It's such a mess!"

Professor Moody and Professor Flitwick looked at Fred appreciatively.

"It's not impossible." Professor Moody said, "In any case, our purpose is to select the best students..."

"Duel is not the only criterion for measuring the excellence of a student!"

"This is the Triwizard Tournament!"

Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody lowered their voices and argued.

Roger said again in a low voice: "That boy Fred, isn't he afraid that Angelina's place will be taken away by others?"

Scott raised his eyebrows, "Maybe he has confidence in Angelina?"

He carefully recalled the past few dueling club activities he had participated in, as well as the actual combat exam of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and he had to admit that Angelina's dueling level was really not low.

But it also depends on who you compare with.

Among the students who failed to get the quota, there were not those who could not defeat her.

Scott didn't know what Fred was thinking for a while, so he decided to wait and see.

Fred suddenly raised his hand again and said loudly: "Professor, of course I mean that the other party's consent is required to seize the quota. If you don't agree, you can keep the quota. This is the privilege of the students who have received the recommendation letter."

He smiled and looked at Warrington opposite.

"Anyway, Warrington has agreed, hasn't he?"

This time, his words did not arouse the support of most people, but attracted boos.

"He's really shameless," muttered Roger.

Scott also said: "In order to go to Beauxbatons with Angelina, he even sold his own brother."

He hadn't missed the look of surprise that had flashed across George's face just now.

But the most angry of all at this point was Warrington on stage.

Probably because Fred was so angry, the expression on his face at this moment has become a little hideous.

He pointed his wand at Fred angrily and said, "I did agree, but do you think you are sure to win? I said, I will make you apologize to me in public, Weasley!"

But Fred didn't mind his anger.

He spread his hands, still looking foolish.

"Shall we start, Professor? Look, our bet has been reached!"

"So be it!"

Professor Moody leaned on a cane and made a final decision.

Professor McGonagall wanted to say something more, but in the end he said nothing, turned around and walked off the duel stage.

"Very well, let's start now."

Professor Moody stepped to center stage and raised a hand.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"The duel begins!"

(End of this chapter)