if i am not me

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded about... more than 700 years ago. I can't remember the exact time." Draco's blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his pretty lips curved into a charming arc. Hermione may not know about the 'Friendship Competition' between Watts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the three largest magic schools in Europe, but Neville and Ron, you should have heard a little, right?"

Draco waited for the interesting reaction of the two with a half-smile, but Neville and Ron still maintained a blank look of surprise on their faces, which didn't meet the reaction he expected.Hermione, on the other hand, glared fiercely at Draco, who was clearly appetizing, and then glanced at Harry, who was leaning on the bench with an expression of 'I don't know very well', and motioned them to clarify as soon as possible.

"OK, OK!" Shrugging his shoulders, Draco said in a disappointed tone that he didn't expect these people to know nothing about such an interesting event. "I don't even know, really... Listen, the competition was originally held every five years, and the three schools took turns hosting it, but it has not been held for many years. It is said that the death rate of the players is too high. Some reasons."

"Death...mortality...?" Finally, Ron found his voice, and the previous blank expression was gone at this moment.At this time, he widened his eyes, looked at Drake who was still calm and calm with incredible eyes, and then saw Drake's head nodding with great reluctance.

Knowing what his worries were, Drake secretly smiled and patted him on the shoulder with his hand, "Don't worry, since they dare to start the match again, it means that they are sure and guaranteed, and it doesn't have to be you, you are afraid What."

Hermione pushed aside the complicated Ron in dissatisfaction, and said viciously, "Go on!"

Seeing this, Neville also nodded in agreement. The international competition, for him who has been in the shadows after the World Cup, this is a rare thing that can make him happy.

"As the name suggests, the Triwizard Tournament is where each of the three schools selects an outstanding 'warrior' to participate in the trial, and their final results determine who will be the real brave." Drake coughed pretendingly After that, he continued his explanation, but his words were soon interrupted by Ron.

"Ah! No wonder my parents have always said some inexplicable things these days! And they also gave me a super weird dress..." After finishing speaking, Ron seemed to think of something, and felt deeply in this hot summer. I shivered.

"Puff!" Harry, who had been acting calmly, finally couldn't help it. Ron's words reminded him of that evening dress...

Looking at Harry lying on the chair with a smile on his face, Draco shook his head helplessly, moved his head to his lap, patted his back lightly so that he wouldn't burst out laughing, and smiled lightly at Hermione Ron kicked off his chair and said, "Weird? I think it's a dress for a ball."

"Prom?" The same question, but three different responses.

Sitting on the ground, Ron's expression was a little distorted. After seeing Harry's gloating smile, he felt guilty and annoyed, and even left a big footprint on Harry's pants.As a girl, Hermione was naturally full of expectations for the prom.It was just the excitement in Neville's tone that made the three of them, except for Ron, unanimously understand, and laughed jokingly.

After laughing for a while, Drake continued, "The Triwizard Tournament's Yule Ball is as famous as its tricky event. So..."

"That's why my mother said I wouldn't want to go home for Christmas..." Cursing his lips, Ron felt like a fool for keeping the whole holiday hidden, and suddenly remembered that the "dress" was for him to attend the When he was getting ready for the dance, his brows were so tangled that he couldn't open them anymore.

Harry managed to stop the laughter in his chest. At this time, his stomach was a little sore, but he felt hearty.At this time, the train had already started to slow down, and he looked up out of the window. The sparse raindrops were winding various traces on the glass.

"I think we have to change our school robes quickly." He suddenly said, making the others startled by the passage of time, looked at the sky outside the window, and began to rummage in their respective suitcases.

With the rumbling thunder, the Hogwarts Express train stopped at that familiar station, and the five people who had changed their school robes stared at the pouring rain outside the window, all frowning in unison.

Such weather was not very pleasant, especially when they were tired and hungry after a day's train ride.

Hurriedly getting off the train, the heavy rain was pouring down on the ground mercilessly, and their ears were filled with the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground, but even so, they could still clearly hear Hagrid's roar like a bell, " First-year freshman, come here—”

"Hagrid!" The tall figure of Hagrid, who Harry and the others saw, shouted loudly. At this time, he was greeting this year's freshmen by the platform.

"Oh—it's you guys, get in the carriage and see you at the banquet." Hagrid waved his hand as big as a washbasin after saying that, and continued to greet the freshmen who were still confused— —The tradition of Hogwarts is to take a boat across the lake to Hogwarts Castle when entering the first year, but today's climate has to make Hagrid 12 points of energy to deal with it.

Undoubtedly, even if they arrived at the gate of the castle in a carriage in this weather, everyone was still soaked.The road to the hall was full of people's complaints, and after Ron sneezed several times in a row, he firmly believed that he had a cold. "Choo-oh, the damn weather...a-choo-"

Hermione tried to dry the clothes with a wand while wringing out the water from the corners of the robe. Feeling the wet and sticky feeling on her skin, she said dejectedly, "Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to change the robe..." Beside her, Neville was bouncing and shaking his shoes, which were already filled with sewage mixed with mud.

Harry brushed back the wet tufts of hair on his forehead, and drew his wand from under his robes.First, he waved to Drake who was standing beside him and was wiping the rain on his face with a handkerchief. In an instant, the moisture on Drake's body disappeared.Shaking off the platinum-blonde hair that had been loosened by the rain, the dry Draco looked at Harry amusedly, "Very proficient." Just like when he usually casts combat magic.

"Because it's so practical." With a slight smile, Harry continued to cast his spells and waved his wand at the trembling Ron.Satisfied with the lightening of the robe, Ron parted his mouth and ran to Harry who started to help Neville, and embraced his shoulder appreciatively, "Dude, you should have used it sooner... choo—"

At this time, Draco, who appeared behind them at some unknown time, pushed Ron away from Harry calmly, only to see him slightly raised his eyebrows, and said, "Harry, deal with yourself one time."

Harry nodded and looked at Hermione.Hermione was pulling her messy curly hair with her hands now, but her whole body was extremely dry, which made Harry feel that she really deserves to be the smartest witch in Hogwarts today.He raised the corner of his mouth and waved his wand. A few seconds later, Harry and his party walked into the golden hall as if nothing had happened.

In an instant, a warm breath rushed towards the face with the opened door, and the light from thousands of candles illuminated everyone's face.This familiar scene made the five of them smile at each other, waved their hands, and they walked towards the long tables of their respective colleges.

"Good evening." Harry and Draco smiled at the bloody Baron who was already sitting in his seat. Harry had always had a good impression of this Slytherin ghost.Although the bloody Barrow looked scary, he actually liked these students quite a bit. Seeing someone greet him at this time, he rarely raised his face that had never changed for thousands of years, and nodded slightly.

Blaise was already sitting at the long table waving at them, and the boys around him also waved their hands politely.For some unknown reason, Pan Xi looked at them with interest, and chuckled a few times with unknown meaning.

Drake and Harry sat down towards the empty seat between Blaise and Pansy, with Drake facing Blaise, and Harry naturally sat next to Pansy.But before he could sit still, Harry felt his sleeve being pulled.

"Damn it." Facing Harry's suspicious eyes, Pansy said softly, pursing her red lips.At this time, her shiny black hair was still a little damp, and from time to time, a drop or two of wetness would drip on the table, not much, but it made her feel confused out of thin air.

Nodding, Harry calmly pulled out the cuffs that were being pulled, and grinned. "Do you need help?"

With a bright smile, Pansy made a gesture of please, which forced Harry, who was talking casually, to restrain his temper, took out his wand and cast a cleansing spell on her as well.

Pansy didn't seem to be surprised by Harry's skillful technique. After wiping her already refreshing robes, the girl who had been smiling sweetly at him before immediately turned to a senior girl sitting next to her, as if something suddenly happened interesting topic.Of course, Harry didn't see the warning look that Draco threw at Pansy behind him, so after being puzzled, he felt the elusiveness of women, shrugged his shoulders, and joined Draco and Brace's talking ranks.

By the time the sorting ceremony began, Crabbe and Goyle were already too hungry to show their displeasure by banging on the table.Fortunately, there was nothing extra this year, so soon, their tables were filled with exquisite food, and the atmosphere in the hall became lively again.

Filling up their respective plates, they ate and chatted, and Harry, as usual, began to look around.

Through the crowd, Harry could still see Ron dancing at the dining table, and next to him, Hermione was yelling angrily.This amused Harry, and he turned his attention to the teacher's table.At this time, Dumbledore was talking to Madam Pomfrey, causing her to laugh, and the other teachers also talked or laughed, chatting leisurely while savoring the delicacy of the affairs.Only Snape still had a gloomy face, his sharp eyes swept over the crowd from time to time, causing a few overjoyed people to return to their seats.

Before I knew it, the plates on the dining table were emptied.And everyone also put on a satisfied smile, caressed their slightly round belly from time to time, looked at Dumbledore sitting in the teacher's seat, and waited for his speech.

Dumbledore lived up to expectations, and routinely announced the same precautions as in previous years in the shortest sentences. However, just when everyone thought he was going to announce the end of the banquet, he showed a weird smile.

Harry and Draco knew that the main event of the day was coming.Sure enough, Dumbledore suddenly said in a slow and solemn tone, "There is one last thing, students. I regret to tell you that we will not have a Quidditch match this year, and of course, there will be no Quidditch match." It's about the cup."

"What?" Harry heard several people around him yelling in shock, and at the Gryffindor table, apart from the sound of plates and forks falling to the floor, the twins had already started beating their shoes on the table angrily, making It went bang bang.Dumbledore immediately made a "quiet" gesture, and continued to say unhurriedly, "That's because, this year, we will hold a grand event at Hogwarts, which will start in October and will continue. All year long, I promise, you'll love this event."

In an instant, the hall became extremely silent, and just a second later, the entire hall was completely immersed in endless waves of sound.

Everyone, of course, excluding those who already knew, all opened their mouths in surprise.Then they began to use their throats to express their surprise and joy as loudly as possible, which forced Dumbledore to use magic to make his voice overwhelm them, so as to explain the various aspects of the Triwizard Tournament. items.

"The principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring the contestants they have selected to our school in October..." Seeing the excited expressions of the students, Dumbledore said loudly. "...and the final winner will be rewarded with the title of Warrior and a thousand gold Galleons."

"I want to attend!" Dumbledore had just finished speaking before Fred jumped onto the dining table and made his declaration, which had long been guessed by everyone.Strong, Harry couldn't help shaking his head amusedly, wondering if he could see two little old men with white beards fighting this year.

Smiling and looking at the energetic red-haired boy, Dumbledore nodded, "Opportunities are equal. According to tradition, you can participate if you have reached the age of 14, Weasley. Of course, there is no doubt about it. But the selection of the Warriors will finally be determined at Halloween, so we will wait and see for now."

After finishing the speech, the hall that was finally quiet was immediately filled with the cheers of students above the fourth grade, and the dissatisfied shouts of students of other ages.

Dumbledore looked at the children's reactions, and said a few more words of instruction before he began to summarize today's banquet, "Okay, children, the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will spend time with us. For a whole year. I am sure that during their stay, you will give them your sincerest enthusiasm and support our Hogwarts players wholeheartedly... and now, it is getting late, and you need to go to rest and relax Your minds... good night, children."

Not noticing what Dumbledore said afterwards, Harry just stared blankly at the undisguised excitement on the faces of the people around him, and a trace of confusion slipped across his eyes.

At this moment, he can only hold one thought in his mind, that is, the age limit has actually changed.It becomes... a fourth grade they can attend.