Hogwarts: When the live Q&A goes live

233 Triwizard Tournament

Several people continued to talk below, and Professor Dumbledore on the stage stood up satisfied when he saw that everyone was almost finished eating.

He walked straight to a microphone, which was made of gold, and there was a golden bird flying high on it.

If you look closely, you can clearly find that it is not a small bird, but an eagle with sharp eyes.

It's just made of gold.

After Dumbledore stood there, the hall fell almost silent.

But according to past habits, he still said "quiet".

After two sentences, the entire auditorium fell silent.

Dumbledore looked down, everyone was staring at him, and he nodded in satisfaction.

Start to say what you are going to say.

"This year is an extraordinary year, we have a very important thing coming."

"But before I say this, I have to say sorry, because our Hogwarts Quidditch competition this year is about to be canceled until next year."

As soon as the words fell, the four colleges immediately exploded.

Especially the group of people in the team who are facing graduation.

They are also preparing to make the last effort this year to fight for the glory of their academy.

How could it have been imagined that Hogwarts will cancel the Quidditch match this year.

How dare they believe it.

They all sat in their seats to protest, seeing that their necks were all red, Professor Dumbledore frowned.

"Quiet...quiet."

"Be quiet and listen to me."

After Professor Dumbledore stood up again, the discussion gradually decreased, especially when it was found that Professor Dumbledore seemed a little angry.

The noisy Zhenghuan students were like chickens that had been grabbed by the neck, pulling their heads back one by one.

His eyes dodged a little.

"The Quidditch match was canceled because..."

"We are about to usher in the Triwizard Tournament again. The game, which has been banned for hundreds of years, was decided to reopen after our Ministry of Magic discussed with the Ministry of Magic of the other two colleges."

"It is also because we chose Hogwarts for the newly opened Triwizard Tournament, so we had to cancel the Quidditch match. I am very sorry about this."

The students could no longer hear the voice behind them.

Their attention was focused on what Professor Dumbledore said earlier.

Triwizard Tournament! ! !
Knowing the Triwizard Tournament, he was overjoyed secretly, wishing he could be a Hogwarts warrior.

Those who didn't know about the Triwizard Tournament asked the people around them, and after knowing what the Triwizard Tournament represented and what it meant, they felt their blood boil.

Even for Harry, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the two guns in his hands gave him a lot of courage, and he wanted to try to compete with the other two schools for hegemony.

Let's see who will be the final winner.

In this regard, Harry is very confident now.

Harry is not weak in his life! ! !
You know, during this summer vacation, he didn't simply improve his fighting skills, it was as simple as learning some spells.

His most powerful is still the gun in his hand.

One shot down, death or injury.

At the highest mana output, he can fire only six bullets.

After six, only one-third of the magic power is left, which is just right for escaping.

"Draco, do you want to go?"

"Of course, Harry."

Draco glanced at Harry with a mysterious smile on his lips.

He moved closer to Harry and whispered softly in his ear.

"I'll be there for you, Harry."

After a word, Draco moved away from Harry, but his eyes met Harry's.

The eyes of the two are fiery, looking at each other, they are both friends and rivals.

"Not weaker than you."

He hadn't tried a wizard duel with Draco yet, after getting a huge boost.

But come to think of it, Draco must not be weak.

As his friend and rival, Harry was sure of that.

"But I believe that the arrival of the Triwizard Tournament will make you very happy."

"Because this competition will be held throughout the year, as for the key details, let us invite the other two schools to come and talk about it."

"First of all please"

As soon as Dumbledore's voice fell, the door of the Hogwarts auditorium "suddenly" opened to both sides.

Wizards in blue and exotic silk robes walked in.

If you take a closer look, you can find that they are all girls, delicate and beautiful.

Especially the one in the lead, every boy who saw her seemed to be possessed, staring at her in a daze, without any reaction.

Especially Ron, the nosebleeds flowed down directly.

He was in a hurry, wiping his nose with paper, and staring at the woman with his eyes.

"Her name is Fleur Delacour."

"It's a woman of Veela blood."

"Do you think she is very beautiful?"

At some point, Draco ran to Ron, whispering softly in his ear.

The voice was a little bewitching, and Ron subconsciously spoke his mind following these words.

"Yes, yes, she is very pretty, so her name is Fleur Delacour.

She is very beautiful, I never thought she had Veela blood. "

Ron hadn't realized that it was Draco who was whispering in his ear.

With a weird smile on his mouth, Draco just took a few appreciative glances at the woman with Veela blood and then moved away.

Even Harry, who had never seen such a woman before, moved away after just one glance.

A woman would only affect the speed at which he swung his wand.

Harry dismissed this.

If only... if only Hermione could let go of the hand around his waist.

As early as Harry was looking at Fleur, Hermione's left hand stretched out unconsciously, and then pinched fiercely.

Harry gasped in pain, and looked directly at Hermione, only to see an inexplicable smile on her face, and dangerous and terrifying eyes.

Harry decisively took back what he wanted to complain about.

He felt that he could live a few more years, and there was no need to seek death at such a young age.

Hermione looked at Harry.

Satisfied with Harry's reaction, she withdrew her hand calmly.

Feeling that the creepy feeling around his waist was gone, Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, from time to time, he peeked at the woman who was walking in front.

Very cautious, afraid of being discovered by Hermione.

"Welcome to Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, very welcome."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, a tall and mighty... lady appeared between the two rows of blue.

"You are very welcome, Ms. Maxim."

"I am deeply honored, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore stepped forward, and after some standard etiquette, he invited her to a seat.

During this process, the sharp-eyed Harry found that Hagrid was almost drooling looking at the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

(End of this chapter)