Chapter 464 464. Item 1 Ends Item 2 Preparation
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 464. 464. The end of the first item
The heat wave rolled, and the line of fire hit the attacking griffin.
zizi...
The Fire Crow turned its head slightly, and the bright white line of fire left a long red scar on the Griffin's huge steel body.
"Roar!"
The griffin opened its mouth and roared, and the glowing blue runes instantly spread all over its body, sweeping away the long scar.
The hot line of fire didn't break through the defenses on its body surface.
Scott turned into a peregrine falcon, and did not stop after seeing this scene, but flew up a certain distance again.
There was a crackling sound, and he looked down. The Griffon was raising its head and opening its mouth, spraying a swirling storm towards where he was.
"Gah!"
The fire crow spread its wings and flew quickly, blocking the storm, using the raging flames around it to resist the attack of the storm.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Scott accelerated his flight and swooped down towards where the sailfish was.
The sailfish wrapped in the giant water polo had already swam to the side of the stone platform.
The floating water polo rose and paralleled the griffin guarding the door of the control room.
Seeing the water polo approaching, the griffin landed on all fours, spread its wings, and roared menacingly at the sailfish.
The sailfish didn't make a sound, but continued to move forward wagging its head and tail.
Scott lowered his altitude and followed behind it.
"Roar……"
The griffin blocking the door of the control room roared again, and its body was also covered with runes emitting blue light, and it opened its mouth to spit out a spiral storm.
boom!
While the dust was flying, the whirling storm collided with the huge water polo, and the round water polo turned into an irregular shape.
Pieces of water splashed around in the strong wind, and it seemed that there was a downpour nearby.
But the size of the water polo has not changed, and Scott's sailfish are continuously adding new water to the water polo.
Scott, who was dodging the splash, turned his head and glanced. On the other side, his fire crow was still trying to stop the griffin who wanted to go back to the stone platform.
But since this fire crow was a temporary product of Scott's hasty deformation with rocks, it was impossible to match the alchemy beast carefully crafted by alchemists in both attack and defense.
Seeing that it was about to be unable to withstand the crazy attack of the griffin.
It seems that we must hurry up.
At this time, the storm in front of the control room gradually subsided, and the deformed water polo instantly returned to its rounded shape.
The swordfish suddenly accelerated, like a huge arrow, carrying the water polo and came to the Griffon in an instant.
Its long and sharp upper jaw broke through the water polo, like a sharp long sword, hitting the body of the steel monster fiercely.
boom!
With a loud clang, the griffin involuntarily took a few steps back.
The swordfish took the opportunity to back into the water polo, opened its mouth and sprayed out a torrent.
The slender water blade hit the Griffin's chest, making a piercing friction sound, and the water and sparks splashed together.
Although this water blade still didn't break through the surface defense of the Alchemy Griffon, it prevented it from returning to the door of the control room.
Scott was like a flashing black shadow, relying on the peregrine falcon's very small body compared with these behemoths, successfully flew into the control room.
"Roar!"
Two roars sounded at the same time.
The nearby griffin stretched out its huge sharp claws to scratch at the control room, and the other griffin that defeated the fire crow had already flew towards the stone platform at a very high speed.
Scott changed back to human form as quickly as possible, raised his hand, and slapped down on the huge red button on the metal pillar in the control room.
Drip, drop.
The button flashes red.
In an instant, the two griffins fell silent, lying quietly on the ground without any movement.
"Incredible! Incredible! He succeeded!"
Scott withdrew from the state of concentration, and Mr. Jolly's passionate commentary and the enthusiastic shouts of the audience came to his ears clearly again.
"He didn't use any spells, and only used three transformation spells throughout the whole process, and ended the game as quickly as possible!"
"He did it in five minutes, yes, five minutes!"
"Oh my god, this is a magical transformation that has never been seen before! I bet no one has seen it!"
"I have to announce one more thing, and I just found out! It's incredible, everyone should still remember the Quidditch World Cup final held in England three months ago!"
Mr. Jolly suddenly mentioned the nightmarish World Cup final, and the scene fell silent.
Scott thought that the official of the French Ministry of Magic wanted to ridicule the incompetence of the British Ministry of Magic, but he suddenly changed the topic——
"The little wizard who helped Mr. Dumbledore to open up a life channel for everyone is this brave man from Hogwarts, Scott Trollope, who is only 16 years old!"
"Yes, according to Mr. Dumbledore, the youngest warrior really played an important role that day!"
In the uproar, everyone looked at Scott in surprise.
Scott walked out of the control room in full view, pulled out his wand and swung it vigorously.
The huge sailfish turned into a rock again and fell from the water polo. Immediately afterwards, the huge water polo also turned into flowing water and rushed to the ground.
On the side of the jury, the excited Mr. Jolly was already interviewing Dumbledore.
He craned his neck to look at Dumbledore, and asked loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, is the Transfiguration course you teach at Hogwarts different?"
But Dumbledore just shook his head, clapped his hands, and didn't answer his question.
"Oh, okay." Mr. Jolly withdrew his stretched neck. "Yes, now is the time to score the third warrior. All referees, please show your scores! Then, I will go first!"
As he spoke, he raised his wand in his hand.
"What I want to give is full marks!"
The huge number [10] spewed from the tip of his wand and flew high into the air.
Then, others began to rate.
First there was Mr. Lefeble, seated beside Mr. Chorley, who raised his wand and flashed huge numbers [10].
And then Madame Maxime.
She glanced at Scott from a distance, pondered for a few seconds, and also gave 10 points.
Then there is Professor Hartmann of Durmstrang, who also hesitated for a while, and finally gave 8 points.
The huge number [8] flew high into the sky, causing an uproar among the surrounding audience.
There was a tidy hiss.
Scott followed the booing, and sure enough, it was the companions of the Hogwarts delegation.
At this time, both Fred and Roger stood up, and kept making unsightly gestures in the direction of Professor Hartman.
But this kind of protest obviously cannot change Professor Hartman's scoring.
Finally, it was Dumbledore's turn to score, and he decisively scored 10 for Scott.
"Oh! Scott Trollope from Hogwarts, scored a total of 48 points in the first round!"
Mr. Jolly's voice filled the room.
Cheers and applause broke out again.
"Scott! You are the best!"
Scott heard the screams of his Hogwarts companions, but the voices of only a dozen or so people were not buried by the voices of hundreds of spectators.
He laughed and waved at them.
"Scoreboard!" cried Mr. Jolly.
On the high platform where the jury was, a huge stone slab rose slowly behind the seats.
A few lines of writing surfaced on the slate, allowing everyone to see clearly.
Mr. Jolly turned his head and read aloud—
"Let's see, so far..."
"No.1, Scott Trollope, Hogwarts, 48 points!"
"No.2, Viktor Klum, Durmstrang, 45 points!"
"No.3, Fleur Delacour, Beauxbaton, 43 points!"
After watching the points, Scott walked down the high platform and walked towards the passage on the side.
"That's it, today's competition has come to a successful conclusion! Please look forward to the second event, which will be held on February 2 next year! Goodbye!"
"Oh! Please leave the venue in an orderly manner, don't be crowded!"
As the audience began to exit, Scott walked into the aisle below the auditorium.
Fleur and Krum, who have already finished the game first, are here.
"It seems that what the newspapers said at that time was true!" Furong looked at Scott with complicated eyes, "You are really a genius beyond most people!"
Scott gave her a puzzled look.
Fu Rong explained, "Oh! There were relevant reports in the French newspapers at the time, but they didn't publish your name!"
Scott nodded. It seems that only British newspapers published his name.
Fleur said again: "Everyone's attention is on the terrible Dark Lord and Dumbledore who stood up to save everyone. They don't think your actions have played a big role, after all, you are just by Dumbledore's side, The report only briefly mentioned you."
Having said that, she turned to look at Krum.
"You should already know something, Viktor, you were there at the time, didn't you?"
Krum nodded silently, then shook his head again.
"What?" Furong didn't understand what he meant.
Scott helped him explain, "At that time, all the players, including Viktor, were busy saving people. Only those with broomsticks could safely leap over Fiendfire. They saved many children."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know about it." Fleur was a little surprised, and apologized to Krum.
"It's okay," Krum said.
At this moment, Professor Russell, who was still wearing a white robe, walked over from the other side of the passage.
"Professor Russell."
Fu Rong hurriedly greeted him respectfully.
Professor Roselle nodded slightly, but kept looking at Scott.
"I'm impressed with your performance, Mr. Trollope," he said.
"Thank you for your compliment." Scott said politely.
Russell still stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "There must be a great wizard teaching you, I'm sure that person is not Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, nor is it your headmaster. Miss Dumbledore."
Scott looked at him in surprise when he heard this.
Professor Roselle raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Your Transfiguration is no longer pure Transfiguration. The wizard who taught you must be a real master of alchemy."
Hearing his words, both Fleur and Krum showed shocked expressions.
Professor Russell said to Scott: "Transformation, the core substance of alchemy, is realized. Although the method is a bit tricky, it is not easy to achieve. There must be a master of alchemy Help you, otherwise, with your alchemy level..."
The implication is that with Scott alone, it is impossible to be so perfect.
For this, Scott nodded.
His Transfiguration wouldn't have progressed so quickly without the help of his Ravenclaw mentors.
He affirmed Professor Roselle's guess, "You are right, my mentor is indeed a great master of alchemy."
Hearing his words, Professor Russell's calm eyes finally warmed up.
He even asked eagerly, "As far as I know, there is no such master alchemist in Hogwarts today, not even in the whole of England. Can you tell me who your mentor is?"
"This..." Scott hesitated.
"What's the matter, is there anything you can't say?" Professor Russell asked.
Scott thought for a while and said to him: "I can't make a claim on this matter, so I hope you can ask Professor Dumbledore, and he will tell you if he can."
"I see." Professor Roselle nodded, "I'll ask him."
After speaking, he passed Scott and the three of them and walked towards the front of the passage.
After a while, Mr. Jolly came to them in a hurry.
"Oh, come with me, three warriors. Regarding the second item of the Tournament, there are some precautions and preparations that need to be explained to you now."
Scott and the others followed him out of the passage to the back of the building.
A powder-blue carriage with two rune-drawn carts is parked here.
"Come on, get in the car."
Mr. Jolly climbed into the carriage nimbly and opened the curtain in front of the carriage.
Scott saw that the members of the jury were already sitting in the carriage.
He climbed into the carriage and sat down beside Dumbledore.
After everyone sat down, the rune horse quickly started to move, pulling the carriage and flying into the sky.
"We are going to Beauxbaton's Rune Horse Ranch." Mr. Jolly said with a smile, "In the second round in three months, each of you needs a partner, that is, a rune horse .”
Scott asked with some surprise, "So, are we going to pick our partners now?"
"That's right!" Mr. Jolly said, "You need to choose your competition partners in advance. Of course, in order to have enough tacit understanding with your partners during the competition, you also need to do some extra work during the three months before the competition. Preparation."
Upon hearing the news, both Scott and Kroom turned their heads reflexively and looked at Fleur who was sitting beside Madam Maxim.
Because Madame Maxime was too big, Fleur sitting next to her looked very petite, and it took Scott an extra two seconds to find her.
Fu Rong obviously understood the meaning expressed by their eyes, she rolled her eyes a little angrily.
"I swear, I didn't develop a tacit understanding with the rune horse in advance!" She said dissatisfied.
Madam Maxim also raised her face, "We have always held this competition based on the principle of fairness."
"Yes," said Mr. Jolly hastily, "all is fair and just."
Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, I fully believe in all the efforts of the French Ministry of Magic and Beauxbatons for this event."
"That's right, we have no objection." Hartman followed suit.
Hearing the professors say the same, Scott and Krum looked away.
fair and just?
Whether Klum believed it or not, Scott didn't quite believe it anyway.
But there is one thing to say, at least, Mrs. Maxim, who is the organizer, is indeed fair when scoring.
"By the way, there is one more thing." Mr. Jolly said with a smile on his face. "You should all have guessed, right? Yes, the second competition is related to flying."
This time, Fleur and Krum's eyes were on Scott.
Indeed, when it comes to flying, Scott's Animagus is a peregrine falcon, and the advantage it has is simply too great.
Facing the eyes focused on him, Scott was unmoved. He knew that Mr. Jolly had something to say about it.
Sure enough, Mr. Jolly followed suit and said, "Sorry, Mr. Trollope, but this matter was proposed by Mr. Dumbledore. We have decided to ban your Animagus transformation in the second competition."
Scott turned to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded at him, and said with a smile: "That's not bad, it's more interesting, isn't it, Scott."
Before Scott made a statement, Mr. Jolly said: "Yes, this is indeed a bit unfair, because Animagus is also a proof of your own strength, Mr. Trollope, if you disagree, you can tell the referee The group protested."
"I agree," Scott said.
Although I don't know why Dumbledore put restrictions on him, the inability to transform into an Animagus doesn't affect him that much.
If he wanted to fly, it wasn't the only way.
"Oh, you agree?" Mr. Jolly raised his eyebrows lively, "Then it's decided."
He looked at the other two contestants, "Of course, we also prohibit the use of flying props such as broomsticks. All you can rely on in high-altitude competitions are your magic wands and your rune horse companions."
high altitude?
Scott silently intercepted a keyword.
He also noticed that Fu Rong secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Banning Animagus and banning broomsticks undoubtedly sealed the strengths of Scott and Krum, making Fleur no longer at a disadvantage in high-altitude competitions.
Although he didn't know what this operation was, neither Dumbledore nor Professor Hartman spoke, and Scott remained silent like Krum.
While speaking, the carriage began to descend to the ground.
Scott turned to look out the window.
What they arrived at was a vast pasture surrounded by mountains.
Although it's winter, the grass-covered pasture is a peaceful sight full of life.
A group of golden rune horses are playing in this pasture.
They are running on the grass in a vigorous posture, flapping their beautiful pure white wings and flying in mid-air, making bursts of cheerful neighing.
After the carriage landed, Mr. Jolly jumped out of the carriage first.
"Come on, follow me, this way."
He warmly greeted everyone including Madam Maxim and Fleur, as if he was the master here.
Everyone followed behind him without saying a word, and came to the stable at the edge of the pasture.
"Look here, I promise, they are the most beautiful and strongest in this pasture."
He motioned everyone to look at the three exceptionally handsome rune horses in the stable.
A burst of wine smelled in the nostrils. Obviously, the three Pegasus were drinking single malt whiskey.
"We picked them out on purpose. Look, here are their names, Pegasus and Chrysaor. By the way, they are brothers. The last one is called Hippocrini."
Scott raised his head and took a closer look at the three Pegasus named after Medusa's two children and the fountain of inspiration in Greek mythology.
However, from his eyes, he could only see that they were all equally strong, and he couldn't tell the difference.
"Now, start choosing your partners." Mr. Jolly said in a cheerful tone. "The order is based on points. Then, Mr. Trollope, you choose first."
"I choose Pegasus," said Scott.
Not knowing how to choose, he chose the one with the same name as the mythical pegasus.
"Mr Krum, it's your turn."
Krum was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I choose Krysaor."
He chose the brother of Pegasus.
"Very well, then Hippocrini is Mademoiselle Delacour's companion," said M. Joly. "It so happens that Hippocrini is also a lady."
"What are we going to do next? Get along with them and cultivate a tacit understanding?" Scott asked eagerly.
The high-altitude competition is different from the underwater competition in the "Original Book". Although he doesn't know how the competition will be played, he has already begun to look forward to it.
Shouldn't be a horse race—
After all, with the huge size of these horses, no one except Hagrid and Madam Maxime could ride them like normal horses.
"Oh, take it easy, I'll explain it to you," said Mr. Jolly. "Next, let's change places."
With that said, he walked towards the carriage again.
Scott was a little confused, but still used his perception to record Pegasus's magical fluctuations, and followed the crowd back to the carriage.
Soon, the carriage took off again and flew away from the mountain pasture.
Inside the carriage, Mr. Jolly smiled meaningfully and looked at the three warriors.
"I would say that for the next three months, none of you will have any contact with your partners."
Scott blinked.
This is completely different from what he guessed.
"Can't touch?" Fu Rong also asked in surprise, "How can we cultivate a tacit understanding with our competition partner?"
Mr. Jolly raised a finger, "The next step is the crux of the problem and a test for you."
Everyone listened carefully.
"I think everyone knows that rune horses only drink single malt whiskey and that's the only food they're allowed to eat," Mr Jolly said.
Scott and the others nodded.
"What you're going to..." said Mr. Jolly, "is to make wine!"
"What?" Scott was genuinely surprised.
what is this?
Fleur and Krum also opened their mouths to speak.
"Don't be impatient." Mr. Jolly stretched out his hands and pressed down. "I must emphasize that the process of the game is recognized by all the referees."
Scott glanced at Dumbledore.
The old Headmaster had been sitting quietly, only winking at him as he looked over.
Ok.
Scott looked back at Mr. Jolly, waiting for his further explanation.
"Very well, it seems that you have all accepted the fact." Mr. Jolly grinned, showing his white teeth.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Scott always feels that his smile is cheap.
At this time, the carriage landed again and stopped by a forest on the edge of Beauxbaton Castle.
After getting off the car, Mr. Jolly led the crowd into the woods again, and stopped in front of three small wooden houses built in a row in the woods.
"Look, this is your brewery!"
He told them to Scott.
Scott took a look and found that the wooden house with the door open was empty and there was nothing.
Not to mention whether they will, but without any tools, how are they going to make wine?
Mr. Jolly clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.
"What needs to be explained is that you must not use any ready-made tools and natural conditions, including sunlight, and only use your own magic to complete the brewing of single malt whiskey."
He and the three warriors took turns looking at each other.
"Speaking of this, you should be clear, right? Whoever brews wine better and pleases the horses more will win the competition partner who is more willing to cooperate with you!"
Having said that, Scott once again showed a cheap smile on his face.
"The tacit understanding I mentioned earlier refers to the tacit understanding that can only be formed when the horses you choose actively cooperate with you."
At this time, Scott and the three of them looked at each other and found that each other's faces were not very good.
"What about the ingredients?" Krum finally said, "I mean, wheat for brewing. As we all know, magic can't make food."
"Of course, we will provide the raw materials, exactly the same raw materials."
As Mr. Jolly said, he took out a small deformed lizard leather bag from his pocket and shook it.
He threw the shapeshifting lizard leather bag into the air, then took out his wand, controlled the leather bag, and fell three piles of wheat of the same size on the floors of the three cabins.
"All right."
He waved his wand, and the empty shapeshifter pouch flew back into his hand.
"We have set up a magic in this forest. After activation, no one can walk in except the three of you."
He stuffed the deformed lizard skin bag back into his pocket, thought for a while, and added a few words.
"You can't bring anything other than a wand into the woods, the magic will automatically detect if you have committed a foul."
"You can find out the method and process of brewing fine wine by yourself, or you can ask others for advice."
"The tools for brewing wine, you can get local materials in the woods and make them yourself."
"Remember, the wheat can't leave the interior of the cabin until it's successfully turned into whiskey, or it's a foul."
"Oh, and, only you can enter your respective wooden houses, that is to say, it is forbidden to visit each other."
He waved his wand again.
creak.
The door of the wooden house was tightly closed, and at the same time, the names of Scott and the others appeared on the door.
"Okay, that concludes the explanation about the second competition." Mr. Jolly withdrew his wand and looked at his taciturn colleague, "Is there anything else that needs to be added, Antoine?"
Mr. Lefeble on the side shook his head, "You have explained it in detail, Ang."
Mr. Jolly immediately clapped his hands cheerfully, "Very good, it seems that our work is over! Next, just activate the magic setting here and go back."
Everyone left the woods, and then separated.
Scott and Dumbledore walked together towards their tower.
"Any thoughts, Scott?" Dumbledore asked him kindly.
Scott shook his head, "I've never brewed wine before, and I don't even know what the steps are. I thought, if the wine I brew tastes terrible, maybe Pegasus will not only not help in the game, but also make trouble." Bar."
Dumbledore laughed, "This is also the fun of this competition, but I'm asking about banning Animagus."
Scott also laughed, "Probably no one would expect that a certain warrior is an Animagus. If it is not banned, the result of the second match should lose suspense."
"You're right," said Dumbledore. "When they saw your Animagus transform, they realized it immediately, and I have to say, it made them hard."
Scott nodded.
He can think of that.
Dumbledore said again, "In order not to waste their hard preparation for so long, I offered to limit your ability."
"It's okay," Scott said. "If I want to fly, there are other ways."
Dumbledore blinked playfully, "Of course, I made such a proposal precisely because I fully believe in your ability. It wouldn't be fun if the game completely loses its suspense, would it?"
Scott nodded in agreement with him.
"However..." he said hesitantly, "I don't have confidence in wine making."
Dumbledore wasn't too worried, "Oh, about that, I think everyone at Hogwarts would be happy to help you, as they have done before."
"I'll do my best."
That's all Scott can say.
Although everyone can help him collect good wine making methods, but in the end he can only do it himself.
He really didn't have much confidence.
"They're back!"
In the distance, Scott saw Fred shouting from the gate of the tower.
Soon, other companions also ran out of the tower, welcoming Scott back to the team with cheers and applause.
"Go, don't think about the second competition today, just need a warm celebration." Dumbledore happily pushed Scott's back.
Scott nodded and ran to his companions with big strides.
The crowd surrounded him, talking in a hurry.
"That's great, Scott!"
"You're already ahead, you're the best!"
"Your performance is incredible!"
"I think your performance deserves a perfect score!"
"Yeah, damn Hartman! He gave Krum a 10 and you an 8!"
"Krum is completely inferior to you!"
"By the way, what's the second game?"
"Do you need help?"
"Tell us!"
Scott didn't know who to answer for a moment.
At this moment, Fred jumped up the steps and shouted, "The party is ready! Let's welcome the warriors into the hall first!"
"Oh!"
Everyone responded, surrounded Scott and walked into the gate.
"Where's Professor Dumbledore?"
Scott glanced back and found that the lawn was empty, and Dumbledore had left.
"It doesn't matter, let's celebrate first!"
Roger patted him on the shoulder.
"Oh, and Fred has already recorded the performance of the other two warriors. You can take a look. Of course, their performance is far worse than yours."
"Let's see at night."
Scott laughed, looking at the sumptuous food piled on the long table, forgetting other things for a while.
"Now that I'm hungry enough to swallow a cow, let's get the party started!"
(End of this chapter)
The heat wave rolled, and the line of fire hit the attacking griffin.
zizi...
The Fire Crow turned its head slightly, and the bright white line of fire left a long red scar on the Griffin's huge steel body.
"Roar!"
The griffin opened its mouth and roared, and the glowing blue runes instantly spread all over its body, sweeping away the long scar.
The hot line of fire didn't break through the defenses on its body surface.
Scott turned into a peregrine falcon, and did not stop after seeing this scene, but flew up a certain distance again.
There was a crackling sound, and he looked down. The Griffon was raising its head and opening its mouth, spraying a swirling storm towards where he was.
"Gah!"
The fire crow spread its wings and flew quickly, blocking the storm, using the raging flames around it to resist the attack of the storm.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Scott accelerated his flight and swooped down towards where the sailfish was.
The sailfish wrapped in the giant water polo had already swam to the side of the stone platform.
The floating water polo rose and paralleled the griffin guarding the door of the control room.
Seeing the water polo approaching, the griffin landed on all fours, spread its wings, and roared menacingly at the sailfish.
The sailfish didn't make a sound, but continued to move forward wagging its head and tail.
Scott lowered his altitude and followed behind it.
"Roar……"
The griffin blocking the door of the control room roared again, and its body was also covered with runes emitting blue light, and it opened its mouth to spit out a spiral storm.
boom!
While the dust was flying, the whirling storm collided with the huge water polo, and the round water polo turned into an irregular shape.
Pieces of water splashed around in the strong wind, and it seemed that there was a downpour nearby.
But the size of the water polo has not changed, and Scott's sailfish are continuously adding new water to the water polo.
Scott, who was dodging the splash, turned his head and glanced. On the other side, his fire crow was still trying to stop the griffin who wanted to go back to the stone platform.
But since this fire crow was a temporary product of Scott's hasty deformation with rocks, it was impossible to match the alchemy beast carefully crafted by alchemists in both attack and defense.
Seeing that it was about to be unable to withstand the crazy attack of the griffin.
It seems that we must hurry up.
At this time, the storm in front of the control room gradually subsided, and the deformed water polo instantly returned to its rounded shape.
The swordfish suddenly accelerated, like a huge arrow, carrying the water polo and came to the Griffon in an instant.
Its long and sharp upper jaw broke through the water polo, like a sharp long sword, hitting the body of the steel monster fiercely.
boom!
With a loud clang, the griffin involuntarily took a few steps back.
The swordfish took the opportunity to back into the water polo, opened its mouth and sprayed out a torrent.
The slender water blade hit the Griffin's chest, making a piercing friction sound, and the water and sparks splashed together.
Although this water blade still didn't break through the surface defense of the Alchemy Griffon, it prevented it from returning to the door of the control room.
Scott was like a flashing black shadow, relying on the peregrine falcon's very small body compared with these behemoths, successfully flew into the control room.
"Roar!"
Two roars sounded at the same time.
The nearby griffin stretched out its huge sharp claws to scratch at the control room, and the other griffin that defeated the fire crow had already flew towards the stone platform at a very high speed.
Scott changed back to human form as quickly as possible, raised his hand, and slapped down on the huge red button on the metal pillar in the control room.
Drip, drop.
The button flashes red.
In an instant, the two griffins fell silent, lying quietly on the ground without any movement.
"Incredible! Incredible! He succeeded!"
Scott withdrew from the state of concentration, and Mr. Jolly's passionate commentary and the enthusiastic shouts of the audience came to his ears clearly again.
"He didn't use any spells, and only used three transformation spells throughout the whole process, and ended the game as quickly as possible!"
"He did it in five minutes, yes, five minutes!"
"Oh my god, this is a magical transformation that has never been seen before! I bet no one has seen it!"
"I have to announce one more thing, and I just found out! It's incredible, everyone should still remember the Quidditch World Cup final held in England three months ago!"
Mr. Jolly suddenly mentioned the nightmarish World Cup final, and the scene fell silent.
Scott thought that the official of the French Ministry of Magic wanted to ridicule the incompetence of the British Ministry of Magic, but he suddenly changed the topic——
"The little wizard who helped Mr. Dumbledore to open up a life channel for everyone is this brave man from Hogwarts, Scott Trollope, who is only 16 years old!"
"Yes, according to Mr. Dumbledore, the youngest warrior really played an important role that day!"
In the uproar, everyone looked at Scott in surprise.
Scott walked out of the control room in full view, pulled out his wand and swung it vigorously.
The huge sailfish turned into a rock again and fell from the water polo. Immediately afterwards, the huge water polo also turned into flowing water and rushed to the ground.
On the side of the jury, the excited Mr. Jolly was already interviewing Dumbledore.
He craned his neck to look at Dumbledore, and asked loudly, "Professor Dumbledore, is the Transfiguration course you teach at Hogwarts different?"
But Dumbledore just shook his head, clapped his hands, and didn't answer his question.
"Oh, okay." Mr. Jolly withdrew his stretched neck. "Yes, now is the time to score the third warrior. All referees, please show your scores! Then, I will go first!"
As he spoke, he raised his wand in his hand.
"What I want to give is full marks!"
The huge number [10] spewed from the tip of his wand and flew high into the air.
Then, others began to rate.
First there was Mr. Lefeble, seated beside Mr. Chorley, who raised his wand and flashed huge numbers [10].
And then Madame Maxime.
She glanced at Scott from a distance, pondered for a few seconds, and also gave 10 points.
Then there is Professor Hartmann of Durmstrang, who also hesitated for a while, and finally gave 8 points.
The huge number [8] flew high into the sky, causing an uproar among the surrounding audience.
There was a tidy hiss.
Scott followed the booing, and sure enough, it was the companions of the Hogwarts delegation.
At this time, both Fred and Roger stood up, and kept making unsightly gestures in the direction of Professor Hartman.
But this kind of protest obviously cannot change Professor Hartman's scoring.
Finally, it was Dumbledore's turn to score, and he decisively scored 10 for Scott.
"Oh! Scott Trollope from Hogwarts, scored a total of 48 points in the first round!"
Mr. Jolly's voice filled the room.
Cheers and applause broke out again.
"Scott! You are the best!"
Scott heard the screams of his Hogwarts companions, but the voices of only a dozen or so people were not buried by the voices of hundreds of spectators.
He laughed and waved at them.
"Scoreboard!" cried Mr. Jolly.
On the high platform where the jury was, a huge stone slab rose slowly behind the seats.
A few lines of writing surfaced on the slate, allowing everyone to see clearly.
Mr. Jolly turned his head and read aloud—
"Let's see, so far..."
"No.1, Scott Trollope, Hogwarts, 48 points!"
"No.2, Viktor Klum, Durmstrang, 45 points!"
"No.3, Fleur Delacour, Beauxbaton, 43 points!"
After watching the points, Scott walked down the high platform and walked towards the passage on the side.
"That's it, today's competition has come to a successful conclusion! Please look forward to the second event, which will be held on February 2 next year! Goodbye!"
"Oh! Please leave the venue in an orderly manner, don't be crowded!"
As the audience began to exit, Scott walked into the aisle below the auditorium.
Fleur and Krum, who have already finished the game first, are here.
"It seems that what the newspapers said at that time was true!" Furong looked at Scott with complicated eyes, "You are really a genius beyond most people!"
Scott gave her a puzzled look.
Fu Rong explained, "Oh! There were relevant reports in the French newspapers at the time, but they didn't publish your name!"
Scott nodded. It seems that only British newspapers published his name.
Fleur said again: "Everyone's attention is on the terrible Dark Lord and Dumbledore who stood up to save everyone. They don't think your actions have played a big role, after all, you are just by Dumbledore's side, The report only briefly mentioned you."
Having said that, she turned to look at Krum.
"You should already know something, Viktor, you were there at the time, didn't you?"
Krum nodded silently, then shook his head again.
"What?" Furong didn't understand what he meant.
Scott helped him explain, "At that time, all the players, including Viktor, were busy saving people. Only those with broomsticks could safely leap over Fiendfire. They saved many children."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know about it." Fleur was a little surprised, and apologized to Krum.
"It's okay," Krum said.
At this moment, Professor Russell, who was still wearing a white robe, walked over from the other side of the passage.
"Professor Russell."
Fu Rong hurriedly greeted him respectfully.
Professor Roselle nodded slightly, but kept looking at Scott.
"I'm impressed with your performance, Mr. Trollope," he said.
"Thank you for your compliment." Scott said politely.
Russell still stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "There must be a great wizard teaching you, I'm sure that person is not Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, nor is it your headmaster. Miss Dumbledore."
Scott looked at him in surprise when he heard this.
Professor Roselle raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Your Transfiguration is no longer pure Transfiguration. The wizard who taught you must be a real master of alchemy."
Hearing his words, both Fleur and Krum showed shocked expressions.
Professor Russell said to Scott: "Transformation, the core substance of alchemy, is realized. Although the method is a bit tricky, it is not easy to achieve. There must be a master of alchemy Help you, otherwise, with your alchemy level..."
The implication is that with Scott alone, it is impossible to be so perfect.
For this, Scott nodded.
His Transfiguration wouldn't have progressed so quickly without the help of his Ravenclaw mentors.
He affirmed Professor Roselle's guess, "You are right, my mentor is indeed a great master of alchemy."
Hearing his words, Professor Russell's calm eyes finally warmed up.
He even asked eagerly, "As far as I know, there is no such master alchemist in Hogwarts today, not even in the whole of England. Can you tell me who your mentor is?"
"This..." Scott hesitated.
"What's the matter, is there anything you can't say?" Professor Russell asked.
Scott thought for a while and said to him: "I can't make a claim on this matter, so I hope you can ask Professor Dumbledore, and he will tell you if he can."
"I see." Professor Roselle nodded, "I'll ask him."
After speaking, he passed Scott and the three of them and walked towards the front of the passage.
After a while, Mr. Jolly came to them in a hurry.
"Oh, come with me, three warriors. Regarding the second item of the Tournament, there are some precautions and preparations that need to be explained to you now."
Scott and the others followed him out of the passage to the back of the building.
A powder-blue carriage with two rune-drawn carts is parked here.
"Come on, get in the car."
Mr. Jolly climbed into the carriage nimbly and opened the curtain in front of the carriage.
Scott saw that the members of the jury were already sitting in the carriage.
He climbed into the carriage and sat down beside Dumbledore.
After everyone sat down, the rune horse quickly started to move, pulling the carriage and flying into the sky.
"We are going to Beauxbaton's Rune Horse Ranch." Mr. Jolly said with a smile, "In the second round in three months, each of you needs a partner, that is, a rune horse .”
Scott asked with some surprise, "So, are we going to pick our partners now?"
"That's right!" Mr. Jolly said, "You need to choose your competition partners in advance. Of course, in order to have enough tacit understanding with your partners during the competition, you also need to do some extra work during the three months before the competition. Preparation."
Upon hearing the news, both Scott and Kroom turned their heads reflexively and looked at Fleur who was sitting beside Madam Maxim.
Because Madame Maxime was too big, Fleur sitting next to her looked very petite, and it took Scott an extra two seconds to find her.
Fu Rong obviously understood the meaning expressed by their eyes, she rolled her eyes a little angrily.
"I swear, I didn't develop a tacit understanding with the rune horse in advance!" She said dissatisfied.
Madam Maxim also raised her face, "We have always held this competition based on the principle of fairness."
"Yes," said Mr. Jolly hastily, "all is fair and just."
Dumbledore smiled and said, "Of course, I fully believe in all the efforts of the French Ministry of Magic and Beauxbatons for this event."
"That's right, we have no objection." Hartman followed suit.
Hearing the professors say the same, Scott and Krum looked away.
fair and just?
Whether Klum believed it or not, Scott didn't quite believe it anyway.
But there is one thing to say, at least, Mrs. Maxim, who is the organizer, is indeed fair when scoring.
"By the way, there is one more thing." Mr. Jolly said with a smile on his face. "You should all have guessed, right? Yes, the second competition is related to flying."
This time, Fleur and Krum's eyes were on Scott.
Indeed, when it comes to flying, Scott's Animagus is a peregrine falcon, and the advantage it has is simply too great.
Facing the eyes focused on him, Scott was unmoved. He knew that Mr. Jolly had something to say about it.
Sure enough, Mr. Jolly followed suit and said, "Sorry, Mr. Trollope, but this matter was proposed by Mr. Dumbledore. We have decided to ban your Animagus transformation in the second competition."
Scott turned to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded at him, and said with a smile: "That's not bad, it's more interesting, isn't it, Scott."
Before Scott made a statement, Mr. Jolly said: "Yes, this is indeed a bit unfair, because Animagus is also a proof of your own strength, Mr. Trollope, if you disagree, you can tell the referee The group protested."
"I agree," Scott said.
Although I don't know why Dumbledore put restrictions on him, the inability to transform into an Animagus doesn't affect him that much.
If he wanted to fly, it wasn't the only way.
"Oh, you agree?" Mr. Jolly raised his eyebrows lively, "Then it's decided."
He looked at the other two contestants, "Of course, we also prohibit the use of flying props such as broomsticks. All you can rely on in high-altitude competitions are your magic wands and your rune horse companions."
high altitude?
Scott silently intercepted a keyword.
He also noticed that Fu Rong secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Banning Animagus and banning broomsticks undoubtedly sealed the strengths of Scott and Krum, making Fleur no longer at a disadvantage in high-altitude competitions.
Although he didn't know what this operation was, neither Dumbledore nor Professor Hartman spoke, and Scott remained silent like Krum.
While speaking, the carriage began to descend to the ground.
Scott turned to look out the window.
What they arrived at was a vast pasture surrounded by mountains.
Although it's winter, the grass-covered pasture is a peaceful sight full of life.
A group of golden rune horses are playing in this pasture.
They are running on the grass in a vigorous posture, flapping their beautiful pure white wings and flying in mid-air, making bursts of cheerful neighing.
After the carriage landed, Mr. Jolly jumped out of the carriage first.
"Come on, follow me, this way."
He warmly greeted everyone including Madam Maxim and Fleur, as if he was the master here.
Everyone followed behind him without saying a word, and came to the stable at the edge of the pasture.
"Look here, I promise, they are the most beautiful and strongest in this pasture."
He motioned everyone to look at the three exceptionally handsome rune horses in the stable.
A burst of wine smelled in the nostrils. Obviously, the three Pegasus were drinking single malt whiskey.
"We picked them out on purpose. Look, here are their names, Pegasus and Chrysaor. By the way, they are brothers. The last one is called Hippocrini."
Scott raised his head and took a closer look at the three Pegasus named after Medusa's two children and the fountain of inspiration in Greek mythology.
However, from his eyes, he could only see that they were all equally strong, and he couldn't tell the difference.
"Now, start choosing your partners." Mr. Jolly said in a cheerful tone. "The order is based on points. Then, Mr. Trollope, you choose first."
"I choose Pegasus," said Scott.
Not knowing how to choose, he chose the one with the same name as the mythical pegasus.
"Mr Krum, it's your turn."
Krum was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I choose Krysaor."
He chose the brother of Pegasus.
"Very well, then Hippocrini is Mademoiselle Delacour's companion," said M. Joly. "It so happens that Hippocrini is also a lady."
"What are we going to do next? Get along with them and cultivate a tacit understanding?" Scott asked eagerly.
The high-altitude competition is different from the underwater competition in the "Original Book". Although he doesn't know how the competition will be played, he has already begun to look forward to it.
Shouldn't be a horse race—
After all, with the huge size of these horses, no one except Hagrid and Madam Maxime could ride them like normal horses.
"Oh, take it easy, I'll explain it to you," said Mr. Jolly. "Next, let's change places."
With that said, he walked towards the carriage again.
Scott was a little confused, but still used his perception to record Pegasus's magical fluctuations, and followed the crowd back to the carriage.
Soon, the carriage took off again and flew away from the mountain pasture.
Inside the carriage, Mr. Jolly smiled meaningfully and looked at the three warriors.
"I would say that for the next three months, none of you will have any contact with your partners."
Scott blinked.
This is completely different from what he guessed.
"Can't touch?" Fu Rong also asked in surprise, "How can we cultivate a tacit understanding with our competition partner?"
Mr. Jolly raised a finger, "The next step is the crux of the problem and a test for you."
Everyone listened carefully.
"I think everyone knows that rune horses only drink single malt whiskey and that's the only food they're allowed to eat," Mr Jolly said.
Scott and the others nodded.
"What you're going to..." said Mr. Jolly, "is to make wine!"
"What?" Scott was genuinely surprised.
what is this?
Fleur and Krum also opened their mouths to speak.
"Don't be impatient." Mr. Jolly stretched out his hands and pressed down. "I must emphasize that the process of the game is recognized by all the referees."
Scott glanced at Dumbledore.
The old Headmaster had been sitting quietly, only winking at him as he looked over.
Ok.
Scott looked back at Mr. Jolly, waiting for his further explanation.
"Very well, it seems that you have all accepted the fact." Mr. Jolly grinned, showing his white teeth.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Scott always feels that his smile is cheap.
At this time, the carriage landed again and stopped by a forest on the edge of Beauxbaton Castle.
After getting off the car, Mr. Jolly led the crowd into the woods again, and stopped in front of three small wooden houses built in a row in the woods.
"Look, this is your brewery!"
He told them to Scott.
Scott took a look and found that the wooden house with the door open was empty and there was nothing.
Not to mention whether they will, but without any tools, how are they going to make wine?
Mr. Jolly clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.
"What needs to be explained is that you must not use any ready-made tools and natural conditions, including sunlight, and only use your own magic to complete the brewing of single malt whiskey."
He and the three warriors took turns looking at each other.
"Speaking of this, you should be clear, right? Whoever brews wine better and pleases the horses more will win the competition partner who is more willing to cooperate with you!"
Having said that, Scott once again showed a cheap smile on his face.
"The tacit understanding I mentioned earlier refers to the tacit understanding that can only be formed when the horses you choose actively cooperate with you."
At this time, Scott and the three of them looked at each other and found that each other's faces were not very good.
"What about the ingredients?" Krum finally said, "I mean, wheat for brewing. As we all know, magic can't make food."
"Of course, we will provide the raw materials, exactly the same raw materials."
As Mr. Jolly said, he took out a small deformed lizard leather bag from his pocket and shook it.
He threw the shapeshifting lizard leather bag into the air, then took out his wand, controlled the leather bag, and fell three piles of wheat of the same size on the floors of the three cabins.
"All right."
He waved his wand, and the empty shapeshifter pouch flew back into his hand.
"We have set up a magic in this forest. After activation, no one can walk in except the three of you."
He stuffed the deformed lizard skin bag back into his pocket, thought for a while, and added a few words.
"You can't bring anything other than a wand into the woods, the magic will automatically detect if you have committed a foul."
"You can find out the method and process of brewing fine wine by yourself, or you can ask others for advice."
"The tools for brewing wine, you can get local materials in the woods and make them yourself."
"Remember, the wheat can't leave the interior of the cabin until it's successfully turned into whiskey, or it's a foul."
"Oh, and, only you can enter your respective wooden houses, that is to say, it is forbidden to visit each other."
He waved his wand again.
creak.
The door of the wooden house was tightly closed, and at the same time, the names of Scott and the others appeared on the door.
"Okay, that concludes the explanation about the second competition." Mr. Jolly withdrew his wand and looked at his taciturn colleague, "Is there anything else that needs to be added, Antoine?"
Mr. Lefeble on the side shook his head, "You have explained it in detail, Ang."
Mr. Jolly immediately clapped his hands cheerfully, "Very good, it seems that our work is over! Next, just activate the magic setting here and go back."
Everyone left the woods, and then separated.
Scott and Dumbledore walked together towards their tower.
"Any thoughts, Scott?" Dumbledore asked him kindly.
Scott shook his head, "I've never brewed wine before, and I don't even know what the steps are. I thought, if the wine I brew tastes terrible, maybe Pegasus will not only not help in the game, but also make trouble." Bar."
Dumbledore laughed, "This is also the fun of this competition, but I'm asking about banning Animagus."
Scott also laughed, "Probably no one would expect that a certain warrior is an Animagus. If it is not banned, the result of the second match should lose suspense."
"You're right," said Dumbledore. "When they saw your Animagus transform, they realized it immediately, and I have to say, it made them hard."
Scott nodded.
He can think of that.
Dumbledore said again, "In order not to waste their hard preparation for so long, I offered to limit your ability."
"It's okay," Scott said. "If I want to fly, there are other ways."
Dumbledore blinked playfully, "Of course, I made such a proposal precisely because I fully believe in your ability. It wouldn't be fun if the game completely loses its suspense, would it?"
Scott nodded in agreement with him.
"However..." he said hesitantly, "I don't have confidence in wine making."
Dumbledore wasn't too worried, "Oh, about that, I think everyone at Hogwarts would be happy to help you, as they have done before."
"I'll do my best."
That's all Scott can say.
Although everyone can help him collect good wine making methods, but in the end he can only do it himself.
He really didn't have much confidence.
"They're back!"
In the distance, Scott saw Fred shouting from the gate of the tower.
Soon, other companions also ran out of the tower, welcoming Scott back to the team with cheers and applause.
"Go, don't think about the second competition today, just need a warm celebration." Dumbledore happily pushed Scott's back.
Scott nodded and ran to his companions with big strides.
The crowd surrounded him, talking in a hurry.
"That's great, Scott!"
"You're already ahead, you're the best!"
"Your performance is incredible!"
"I think your performance deserves a perfect score!"
"Yeah, damn Hartman! He gave Krum a 10 and you an 8!"
"Krum is completely inferior to you!"
"By the way, what's the second game?"
"Do you need help?"
"Tell us!"
Scott didn't know who to answer for a moment.
At this moment, Fred jumped up the steps and shouted, "The party is ready! Let's welcome the warriors into the hall first!"
"Oh!"
Everyone responded, surrounded Scott and walked into the gate.
"Where's Professor Dumbledore?"
Scott glanced back and found that the lawn was empty, and Dumbledore had left.
"It doesn't matter, let's celebrate first!"
Roger patted him on the shoulder.
"Oh, and Fred has already recorded the performance of the other two warriors. You can take a look. Of course, their performance is far worse than yours."
"Let's see at night."
Scott laughed, looking at the sumptuous food piled on the long table, forgetting other things for a while.
"Now that I'm hungry enough to swallow a cow, let's get the party started!"
(End of this chapter)
