Chinese students at Hogwarts.

"Water magic potion? What is that?"

"Compared with the mermaid potion?"

"What is the mermaid potion?" Malfoy's signature disdainful smile appeared on his face, pointing to the blue water potion and introducing:

"Do you still remember the gill grass? Water magic medicine also uses this, but the gill grass has side effects. Don't eat too much in a short period of time, otherwise it will be irreversible."

The little wizards nodded vigorously. Hermione and Neville had introduced these side effects.

"But the water-based potion brewed by Professor Snape removes the side effects of gillweed and extends the use time!"

"Oh————!" The little wizards all exclaimed, and Ron said in confusion: "This was made by Snape? He actually has such skill?

I always thought that he had no skills and could just brew some ordinary potions. "

ah? Snape? No skills?

Zhang Xiao almost stopped. To be honest, Snape just kept hiding himself, so he was not well-known in the wizarding world.

Being able to propose a large number of revisions to textbooks in the sixth grade, with better results, this kind of potion talent is the Nick Flamel of the potion world.

Zhang Xiao even suspected that Slytherin, the original head of Slytherin, was different from Snape.

"Ron, you should really pay attention to potions. Professor Snape's level is actually very high. Didn't you find that the methods Professor Snape proposed when we were in potions class were a little different from the textbooks? ?”

The little witch could tolerate Ron's problems in other areas, but she couldn't tolerate his 'disdain for knowledge'. Hermione retorted seriously:

"Being able to propose revisions to textbooks and constantly coming up with new potions is enough to prove Professor Snape's level."

At the end, she shrugged and added:

"Although I don't like Professor Snape either, I don't think we should doubt his level."

The little wizards were silent for a while, and for the sake of the water-based potion, they nodded vigorously in agreement.

Wagadu, moon boat

Principal Yoweri sat cross-legged on the thatched mat, looked at the few school warriors sitting in front of him, and said slowly:

"So...you haven't cracked the secret of the golden egg yet?"

Captain Francois lowered his head in shame. They tried all the methods they could think of, but could not crack the mystery of the golden egg.

Seeing that the time was getting closer, he had no choice but to find the principal.

Judging from the projects in the first round, the second round will not be much easier if there is not enough preparation time.

Yoweri closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then sighed. Wagadu's reputation is not small. Wandless spellcasting and human body transformation give them a good reputation in the wizarding world.

If Goblet of Fire doesn't perform well this time

In the first round, we only got sixth place, and there were already a lot of doubts coming from Africa.

"Prepare the ceremony——"

Francois raised his head suddenly, with a hint of ecstasy on his face:

"Yes! Principal!"

Soon they moved a wooden table into the largest room of the moon boat. On the table were various divination supplies, such as bones, turtle shells, feathers, stones and herbs.

Yoweri walked to the table, lit a stick of vanilla and whispered a prayer.

There was no one in the huge room, only his strange low murmur. After reading for a while, Yoweri lit a fire and sprinkled a handful of crystal powder.

A fragrant aroma mixed with a pungent smell rose up, and the firelight turned a strange rose-red color.

Yoweri took out a carved wooden mask and put it on his face. He danced a strange dance around the fire with his bare feet. The smell became stronger and stronger, and he seemed to have all kinds of strange hallucinations.

Francois and several other members of the Warriors team waited outside the door, waiting uneasily.

After a long time, the door to the room was opened, and Yoweri said tiredly: "It is difficult to break through the protective magic on the golden egg. Dumbledore still held back, deliberately leaving some gaps.

The way to open a golden egg is to hatch it, so go ahead.”

Madame Maxime's big palm-like hands rested on the gilt armrest, and her luxurious opal ring shone in the light.

A crystal wine glass the size of a small bucket was gently shaking in the other hand.

"Fu Rong, the secret of the golden egg has not been solved yet?"

Fleur shook her long, shining silver hair, her delicate eyebrows knitted together, and said in annoyance:

"Not yet. I have never encountered such a difficult problem."

Her attitude was casual and not too respectful because of Mrs. Maxim's identity. Because they were both women and had non-human blood, the two had a very close relationship.

Madame Maxime didn't care. She pondered for a while, raised her head and drank the entire bottle of wine (it was just a small sip for her).

"I'm going to ask Master Nicoléme. Beauxbatons can no longer remain as silent as in the first round."

There is a hint of majesty on her delicate face that is not commensurate with her body shape:

"A lot of flying broomsticks were used in the first round of projects. You are not good at this, and there are people like Viktor Krum and Harry Potter who are extremely talented in this area and have poor results. I can understand that.

But in the second round, Beauxbatons must have his own voice on the court! "

Fleur didn't speak, but nodded silently.

Maxim picked up the alchemy tool that only the principal had, which was specially equipped by Nick Flamel for Beauxbatons. He was full of affection for his alma mater.

If necessary, the successive principals of Beauxbatons would pick up this phone and call Nick Flamel for help.

It’s no wonder that the wizarding world generally believes that Beauxbatons is a deformed prosperity, all based on Nick Flamel’s personal development.

Nick quickly answered the call, and the elixir made him lose the wonderful thing of sleep early.

"Maxim?"

"Yes, respected Master Flamel, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Maxim respectfully explained the difficulties Beauxbatons had encountered, but he didn't expect Nick's interest to be so great:

"Oh? The puzzle set by Albus? I made these golden eggs, but I don't know about the magic that Albus set up later. How can it stump you for so long?"

The more Nick talked, the happier he became. In his life, curiosity has become a luxury. There are not many things that can make him feel interesting.

So he immediately agreed, as to whether doing so would undermine the fairness of the game.

In a long time, Nick has seen too many things. He is sure that several other schools are doing similar things, and the only one that is not doing it may be Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was not that kind of person, but there was someone at Hogwarts.

"I'll set off now!"

"Okay, then I and the Beauxbatons students will be waiting for your arrival."