I, Hogwarts Second Week

Although Dumbledore himself knew who the heir to ancient magic was, outsiders did not.

So how do you determine whether a child is an heir?

The old principal's mind was active and he stood up slowly. He walked towards his desk and glanced at the crystal wand placed on the desk.

For ordinary people, of course, the stronger a child's magical talent is, the more likely he is to be the heir to ancient magic.

Although the group of goblins who broke into Hufflepuff's resting place already knew that Granger was not the heir, they probably didn't have time to spread the news because they arrived in time.

So in Tom's opinion, who among the little wizards is most likely to be the heir?

The answer is self-evident.

He sat down slowly, his eyes shining.

So now, how will Voldemort take the two children out of the castle at the same time?

Immediately afterwards, the old principal noticed a pile of parchment in his hand, which was the content of the third game that he and several other principals discussed.

About diving into the Black Lake to rescue companions.

"I see--"

At every level, someone had already planned all of this before they even decided to host the Final Four.

What a good plan!

"Professor." The three little ones gathered around. Hermione looked at Dumbledore in confusion, "Why is that so? Did you think of anything?"

"No - Miss Granger." The principal looked at her with a smile, "There are some things I still need to consider again."

"Right." He suddenly turned his head and looked at Ron.

The kid was staring at the crystal wand on his desk.

"I hear your wand is damaged, Mr. Weasley."

"Ah!" Ron came back to his senses and nodded blankly, "Oh! Yes." As he said that, he took out his wand.

It was a wand of about fourteen inches, made of willow wood, unicorn hair, and a regular shape, with some bumps on the surface.

At this time, there is a crack of about five or six inches on the wand. Through the crack, you can even see the unicorn hair inside.

"Well, it looks like it can't be used anymore." Dumbledore took a look and said.

Not only was his wand's body cracked, the core of the wand was also severely damaged. The unicorn hair was a little dull in color, as if it had been blinded by something.

This is the mark left by black magic.

The unicorn-haired wand belongs only to the purest wizards, who cannot tolerate even a little bit of dark power.

Ron's wand is almost useless.

And after the experience of destroying unicorn hair, his next wand will never be a unicorn wand. He can only choose a new wand from dragon nerves and phoenix tail feathers.

"Try this."

Dumbledore pointed to the crystal wand on the table and said.

"Huh?" Ron was a little confused.

But under the encouraging eyes of the old principal, he still reached out and took the wand.

This is the heir's wand.

Both Dumbledore and Hermione knew that their wands were completely unusable by others.

In the past, before Owen's wand had crystals, he often boasted that his wand was the most loyal wand in the world because no one else could use it except him, which made him so proud.

Now, they finally know why.

Ron picked up the wand with a complicated expression. When he knew the weight behind the wand, he had complicated feelings about it.

On the one hand, he was very envious of this wand and the achievements of its owner. Listen to it - wizard hero, what a great title.

But on the other hand, he was afraid of the disaster caused by this magic wand, thinking about his grandmother

"call--"

"Lumos!" Ron waved his wand.

The next moment, a bright light rose from the tip of the wand.

"This" he widened his eyes and looked at the wand in his hand in disbelief. Of course he knew the characteristics of the other crystal wand, Owen's wand.

He felt like he could light the wand from the start.

"It seems that your ancestors left you more than just honor." Dumbledore smiled and nodded. He probably guessed that the Weasley family should have inherited some ancient magic.

After all, they have the blood of generations of heirs flowing in their bodies.

"Professor!" Ron put the wand back.

Although he can use this wand, it does not mean that he can use it.

Compared to other people's wands, he still prefers his own.

Plus - Ron didn't want to shoulder the heavy responsibility behind this wand.

"I still" He didn't finish his words, he just lowered his head to express a rejection.

"It doesn't matter," the professor responded. "Okay, nothing happens, just go back first!"

Dumbledore didn't criticize Ron for his choice.

They're just kids.

You can't demand too much from them.

Hear Dumbledore say this.

The trio looked at each other, then turned and walked out of the principal's office side by side.

The moment she pushed the oak door open, Miss Granger suddenly turned around. She looked back at the professor, and what she received in response was the professor's firm eyes and slight nod.

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The day after the attack.

The Daily Prophet reported this matter extensively.

As if they were being coerced, they eagerly published the news.

Then, as expected, there was an uproar in the magical world.

Especially at this time, it is the key time for the competition to be held.

Suddenly everyone's worries shifted from themselves to those children.

All kinds of pressures come one after another.

As the center of the storm, Hogwarts stood still. Dumbledore also showed an unprecedented calmness, as if this incident had not happened.

The castle neither adds a guard nor stops play.

However, the third game originally scheduled for the end of March was inevitably affected and had to be postponed due to strong complaints from several other principals.

And this postponement means that there is not enough time to hold the fourth game.

The school, professors, principal, Ministry of Magic and other forces have been arguing with each other for a month.

Finally, it was confirmed in early March that the fourth game of the Contest would be cancelled.

The third game will be held in early May.

The content of the game remains unchanged, as Dumbledore requested.

Based on points system, three games, the player with the highest score will win the final.

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Then, time passed slowly.

Just like the sand that cannot be held in the hand, little by little will always escape through various gaps.

The warm and moist air currents from the Atlantic Ocean have finally broken through the cold vortex in the Scottish Highlands.

The temperature is changing rapidly every day, and it is getting warmer quickly.

Hogwarts seemed to turn green in just the blink of an eye.

During this time, Miss Granger was still busy.

She had a lot to do. In addition to attending classes, she also had to practice spells, revise alchemy books, brew potions, and resolve disputes between Gryffindor and Ilvermorny.

In a daze, it seemed as if she had become that person.

Although he was missing from the castle, he seemed to be everywhere.

For a moment, everyone suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

There seems to be a ghost in the castle. You think he is there, but he is not.

No, he seems to be there all the time.

It's quite like a quantum superposition state.

In addition, the castle suddenly became calm. It's like the sound dropped from 120 decibels to 70.

It was by no means silent, but much quieter than before.

This kind of ordinary life makes everyone very uncomfortable.

A complex emotion brewed in the hearts of the little wizards.

It's like I've lost something.

Very important stuff.

In April, patients were transferred back from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Invalids.

In the end, just as Dumbledore had guessed, the therapists had nothing to do about it. They could only detect that the two seemed to have fallen into some kind of deep coma.

They couldn't even confirm whether the two of them were still conscious of themselves in that coma.

They can actually produce death certificates already.

Because the situation of the two of them was even worse than that of Neville's parents and the wizards who were cast by Lockhart with the Forgetting Curse.

Their consciousness has just been scattered and lost, and maybe...maybe there is probably a way to repair it.

But the two people who were hit by the death curse immediately lost consciousness.

This is no different from death.

But the body is still breathing.

Of course, only Dumbledore knew about these situations in the entire Hogwarts.

In the outside world, even Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout heard that therapists had found a way to cure them. They were just too weak in consciousness and everything would be fine.

everything will get better.

Dumbledore stood in front of the door of the school nurse's room, looking at the nurse's figure by the window, and murmured, "Everything will be fine."

In the days to come.

From time to time, a little wizard would run to the school nurse's room and peer in.

For some reason, they always hoped that a mocking voice would suddenly come to their ears, and then, accompanied by laughter and a long drawl, they would laugh at them for being so bored and peeking at him sleeping.

Maybe he would catch a few unlucky ones and give them a hard lesson if he got angry when he got up.

Then the castle will come to life again with those unfortunate screams, instead of being bleak like it is now.

Unfortunately, this somewhat perverted vision was not realized for several months.

Whenever the little wizard passed by the school nurse's room, they could only see the girl with fluffy, dry and dull hair.

And the boy in front of her never showed the slightest sign of waking up.

Yes – they see it every time.

Now Miss Granger had one more thing to do.

Daze - At first, she would just come to Owen's bed and stay in a daze every day.

But as the April calendar turned over one by one, she spent more and more time in a daze.

Sometimes she would even stay by his side in a daze for six, seven or eight hours in the afternoon when there was no class.

On weekends, I stayed by his side in a daze all day long.

It wasn't until Harry or Ron called her to eat that she suddenly woke up.

This made everyone more and more worried about her.

They had to have someone follow her for the last two months of the competition because she would get lost.

Then I don’t know when or how I showed up in the school medical room.

In this way, under everyone's protection and guarding, the time came to the end of the month.

The temperature near the castle is still a bit cold.

Especially in the morning and evening, the wind coming out of the valley can chill your nose.

But around noon, when the sun is shining, the temperature is still very comfortable.

The black lake near the castle has long since thawed.

These days, Krum is often seen swimming in the water, which attracts a large group of girls.

They circled around the Quidditch star like moths to a flame, and they almost became a beautiful scenery in the castle.

But it's a pity that Krum is not interested in these girls at all, and his attention is all on the girl who has been in a haze all day.

He hadn't seen her smile since February.

This made Krum very conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted the boy to wake up quickly, but on the other hand, he didn't want the boy to wake up.

But as time went by, he still really hoped that the other party would wake up earlier.

Because in his eyes, Miss Granger was already extremely thin.

Her complexion changed from sallow to pale, her cheeks were somewhat sunken, and the clavicle of her neck was clearly visible.

With the arrival of summer, the clothes worn by the little wizards have changed from sweaters and cotton-padded coats to thin gowns.

This definitely exposed her skinny body.

Sometimes, he even felt that maybe a cold wind could take away the almost withered roses.

He wasn't even sure if the opponent still had the energy to finish the game.

And Kurum's worries finally erupted in early May.

"Hermione, how are you preparing for the competition?" In the auditorium, the bustling little wizards were eating lunch noisily.

Today is May 3rd.

In the auditorium, professors decorated the room with daffodils and daisies.

The crystal lanterns were hung with snowflakes and fireworks that were only available at Christmas, falling sparklingly.

Celebrating the last game.

And the winner will hold the Goblet of Fire tonight in the auditorium.

"No problem." Hermione said leisurely.

There is an indescribable loneliness in the eyes.

"I heard from Sirius." Harry handed her a piece of pie, and then watched her take just one bite and put it on her plate.

"The third game is the easiest. You only need to find one thing underwater within an hour to complete it."

"And you have a map."

"This is such good news." He wanted to use this to comfort Hermione, but the effect was not ideal, and even had the opposite effect, making her even more unhappy.

"Ahem -" Ron pulled Harry aside, then stared and asked what he was talking about!

The reason why the previous levels are so difficult is because they were all handled by Owen, especially the second level. Let's put it this way - it is impossible for the professors to clean the sewers now.

Sirius wandered around the pipe for more than nine hours and almost didn't come back. There were more and more monsters inside. Recently, some people even saw a lobster the size of a car walking through the corridors of the castle.

For the third competition, the professors were in charge of the content.

Without Owen's bad taste, it would be much simpler.

"Um - Hermione, that's not what I meant." Harry also reacted, and he spoke quickly, his mood becoming heavy.

"I know." Miss Granger's voice was still so worried.

In the end, her potion was not brewed successfully.

do not know why.

She clearly followed the steps on the parchment and made absolutely no mistakes.

But the results are wrong every time.

In the end, she had no choice but to go find the Weasley twins.

Hopefully they'd invent something like a Muggle oxygen mask that she could just wear for an hour.

Naturally, George and Fred agreed to Hermione's request.

In less than three days, they had results.

"Okay, don't be sad, he will wake up." At this time, Fred and George came over, "Professor McGonagall is looking for you Harry."

"Looking for me?" Harry raised his head, looking surprised, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know, but she looks very serious," said Fred.

"We're going to take you to her office," George said.

Hearing the sound, Harry's heart sank. He thought that the professor knew about his recent night walks in the castle.

"But -" he was a little indignant, "there will be a competition at two o'clock in the afternoon, if the professor puts me in solitary confinement."

"Then you deserve to be unlucky." George stretched out his hand to lift Harry up.

Don't give him any time to think.

"We're waiting for you on the viewing platform, Harry!" Ron shouted, and then he immediately rushed out of the auditorium with Simon Navigation.

Night tours and night tours are their share.

They didn't want to end up like Harry.

After Ron walked away, Fred came to Hermione.

He took out a small delicate leather bag from the inside of his clothes.

Kind of like a fanny pack like those used by Muggles.

"It contains what you want. We have improved it many times. It is guaranteed to be fine underwater for ten hours."

"In addition, there are some magic potions in there to replenish physical strength." George said from the side.

"Don't worry about violations," Fred said.

He reached out and touched a ring on the left side of the bag. With a gentle pull, the leather bag suddenly became transparent, as if a disillusionment spell had been cast, and then disappeared from Fred's hand.

"I"

"Don't refuse!" Seeing Hermione want to speak, Fred interrupted her directly.

"Look at what you look like now."

"How can you still have the strength to dive in the Black Lake? I'm not asking you to do this. Professor McGonagall ordered you to take this leather bag with you!" He said forcefully, "Don't lose your life in the Black Lake!"

"Also, there is a book in the bag." He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "That's a door key. You know how to use it."

"The anchor point is in the entrance hall of Hogwarts. If you can't hold on -"

"I can." Hermione said stubbornly, not willing to accept the leather bag that Fred handed her.

"Take it." He forcefully pushed it into her arms. "You don't have to use it, but you must bring it with you. This is what Professor McGonagall said."

Fred looked at Hermione truly, and then after watching the other party accept it, he turned around. Without saying a word, he and George held Harry up one by one, and left the auditorium in two or three steps.