American TV series World Rescue

Hogwarts.

Great Hall.

"The shape of this hat, tsk tsk tsk..."

Owen couldn't help grinning when he looked at the unique hats of the Beauxbatons girls, and sighed in his heart: "It's really both girly and Parisian~"

His eyes met the girl standing next to the headmistress, and his eyes were filled with surprise. After not seeing each other for several years, the Veela bloodline became more and more outstanding. It was Fleur Delacour, a friend Owen had met in Paris. As he smiled and nodded, his back suddenly felt As soon as I got cold, I looked along the spider sense and saw Hermione squinting her eyes and looking this way.

"That's not true~!"

Owen complained silently in his mind: "The spider sense has been triggered. Is this a medicinal jujube?"

Fleur followed Owen's gaze and saw a girl with an exquisite face. Her expression froze, then she held her head high and looked at Hermione from afar.

Although the two met for the first time, they seemed to have become old friends at this moment, and they could understand everything from each other's eyes. It was not until Furong's classmate came over to pull her to sit down that the sudden eye conversation ended.

"Now welcome our friends from the north, the pride of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff."

Dumbledore said passionately.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

A group of strong boys held a magic stick. While walking inward, they used the magic stick to rest on the ground rhythmically. The points they hit emits magic light. When they came to the rostrum, they ran and jumped one by one, or put their hands on the ground. Do Thomas Spins, or perform crazy wand tricks with your wand, stunning a group of Hogwarts students who keep using their wands as pistols.

"Melee mage?"

Owen watched with interest.

The mainstream fighting method in the Harry Potter world is to fight from the air, and there are almost no scenes of close combat. However, in Owen's memory, close combat mages are famous among the magic attacks in other universes. For example, a certain woman Bald and dried tofu.

"It turns out not to be."

When a Durmstrang student who was playing crazy wand magic took out a wand from his boot in a two-flowered posture, blew hard, and a fiery snake appeared in a flash, Owen shook his head in disappointment.

After everyone sat down to eat, someone had already brought up a tower-shaped object.

"Attention! I want to say a few words."

Dumbledore walked to the tower-shaped object and groped around while repeating the dangers of the Triwizard Tournament: "...In view of this, the Minister of Magic decided to add a new rule. I invited Barty Crow, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Mr. Qi, please explain it to us.”

A middle-aged man walked up with a smile.

boom!

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder and lightning on the transparent ceiling, startling everyone.

Owen waved his wand, and a beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand, scattering the dark clouds on the ceiling. The auditorium returned to calm and tranquility. In the corner of the auditorium, Mad-Eye Moody, who had just drawn out his wand, couldn't help but shrink his one eye when he saw this. The mechanical eyes turned to look at Owen.

"Who is that? So awesome!"

"I heard that there is a fourth-year student at Hogwarts who is known as the second Merlin and the second Dumbledore. Could it be him?"

"That's it. It seems to be called Draco Malfoy. It's so cool!"

"He's very handsome~"

The girls in Beauxbatons immediately started talking.

"I haven't seen you in a few years, and you've become even more powerful."

Fleur Delacour felt inexplicably sour when she heard the praises from her classmates, and murmured to herself: "I hope this is the reason why you chose Hogwarts."

"After careful consideration and for the safety of students, the Ministry of Magic has decided that students under the age of 17 are not allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. This is the final decision."

Barty Crouch announced.

"Rubbish!"

"nonsense!"

"unfair!"

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Students under the age of 17 were shouting one after another, while the senior students who met the age limit were all happy, because as soon as this rule came out, they finally had the possibility of being selected after Irving, who was almost guaranteed to be selected.

Seeing the people around him looking at him with secret joy, pity, or expectation, Owen smiled and said nothing. He had not prepared to participate in this competition. He had always used Harry Potter as a monster attractor, and he did not want to change his identity.

"quiet!"

Dumbledore shouted loudly, calming the audience. He pointed his wand, and the tower-shaped object began to shed its outer shell, revealing a simple trophy, with a blue flame pouring out from the rim of the trophy.

"This is the Goblet of Fire! Anyone who wants to participate in the competition must write their name on parchment and throw it into the flames before this time on Thursday night. This is not a joke. Once selected, there is no possibility of withdrawing. , I declare that the Triwizard Tournament has officially begun."

"Goblet of Fire, blue flame, choose a warrior..."

Owen stared at the Goblet of Fire and fell into deep thought. In his memory, half a century ago, the first Dark Lord Grindelwald used a similar flame in Paris. It was blue and could torture the hearts of those who walked into the flames. , those who meet Grindelwald's requirements pass smoothly, and those who do not meet Grindelwald's requirements will be instantly burned to ashes by blue flames.

"Strong fire is black magic. This should not be severe fire. Otherwise, the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore would not allow black magic to appear openly in front of everyone. It is probably some kind of mutated flame."

"Hi Draco."

After the banquet dispersed, Fleur walked over gracefully in full view of everyone and greeted Owen: "Long time no see."

"Hi Fleur."

Owen smiled and responded: "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Hell, she actually knows Malfoy and even greeted him."

When Ron saw this scene, his eyes widened and he shouted in displeasure.

"It seems so."

Harry responded casually.

The reason why he felt infatuated with Furong before was because of the charm of Furong's Veela bloodline. After this period of buffering, he has recovered. His eyes followed Qiu Zhang's figure closely, and the boy's Huaichun flashed in his eyes. light.

"She won't fall in love with Malfoy, right? She is three years older than him! How could she fall in love with him..."

Ron stood in the distance and nervously watched the movement here, mumbling incessantly.

"Hermione!"

"What?"

Harry heard Ron yell, came to his senses, and asked in confusion.

"Hermione, she came over too, what does she want to do?"

Ron shouted with a strange expression.

"Maybe she wants to make a friend."

Harry was much smarter than Ron, and now he had his first taste of heartbeat. He could not tell what was going on, and looked at Owen with amusement in his eyes.

"Fleur Delacour, Draco's old friend, nice to meet you."

"Hermione Granger, Draco's good friend, nice to meet you."

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched, and even though he was smiling, he couldn't feel a trace of joy...