Chapter 353 Increased study pressure, face project

It turns out that there is indeed no problem with the method of thinking body. Professor Trelawney praised his homework in front of everyone in the divination class, and most of the predictions were correct.

What surprised him was that Harry and Ron were also praised, but their predictions were somewhat intriguing.

In their homework, the two of them described their fate for the next month in an almost depraved way. They were burned by fire today, lost money tomorrow, and got into fights the day after tomorrow...

"Are your predictions reliable?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "A month of bad luck is not the same every day. How do you do it?"

"It's just making it up." Ron said proudly, "We found out that she likes to see us unlucky. It doesn't matter whether the prediction is reliable or not, as long as the professor thinks it can pass the test."

"But the question is what to do with the fate prediction next month?" Harry frowned, "It's not easy to think of dozens of bad things to curse yourself!"

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly. He completed his homework by using divination to defeat divination, but these two are just playing for excitement. Is it okay to curse yourself?

"By the way, have you also joined Hermione's House Elf Rights Promotion Association?" Ron looked at Aaron with some confusion, "She told us that you are the vice president."

Aaron: ...

"Don't listen to her nonsense, it's just a simple transaction.

For the sake of my friend, I paid to buy a low-quality badge from her, and that was it. "

In the next few weeks, Moody kept his promise and cast the Imperius Curse on everyone in class to train students to resist the Unforgivable Curse. There was no doubt that he would be reported. Don't worry, since Dumbledore endorses him, the Ministry of Magic won't send anyone to arrest him for this kind of thing.

Because wizards have to take the O.W.L.s exam (Ordinary Wizarding Level Test) in the fifth grade, and the Triwizard Tournament will also take up students' study time, so every professor has a tacit understanding to add some study pressure to the fourth grade students.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Binns assigned more homework, Professor Snape forced students to study potions, and Professor Flitwick asked them to read three more magic books this semester. Even Hagrid was no exception and suggested Students come to his cabin every other day to observe the snails and record their daily behavior.

The pressure was not relieved until a few days before Halloween, when a notice was posted in the foyer:

Triwizard Tournament

Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6pm on October 30th, and the afternoon classes will end half an hour early.

At that time, students are asked to return their schoolbags and textbooks to their dormitories, gather in front of the castle to greet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet.

"There's less than a week left." Aaron touched his chin, looked at Draco and asked, "Are you sure you want to sign up? As fourth graders, we don't have much advantage."

"Of course." Draco spoke confidently while not forgetting to give the three Harrys a provocative look not far away, "I definitely dare to sign up, but I don't know if some people have the courage."

"Hmph! We will also sign up." Ron said carelessly.

"Forget it, I won't stop you." Aaron sighed speechlessly, "Fortunately, this is just the right to sign up, so you can take care of yourself!"

"You don't want to sign up?" Hermione asked in surprise, "This is an eternal honor!"

"I'm not interested in glory."

Aaron waved his hand and returned to the common room with Abe in his arms.

With the appearance of this notice, the Triwizard Tournament became the biggest topic of conversation among the students in the next few days.

Who will become the Champion of Hogwarts? What events will there be in the Triwizard Tournament? How are the students at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang different from them?

In addition, the castle also underwent a general cleaning. The portraits hanging in the corridors and corridors were wiped down, and the armor and statues were also polished until they were shiny.

Filch asked students to pay attention to their appearance more than once, and other teachers and staff also seemed particularly nervous.

As the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament, the face-saving aspect must be done well. Even Professor McGonagall's attitude is much stricter than usual.

October 29th, night.

Aaron had a brief discussion with the Missing Body in the Hall of Divine Sound, and then began to practice the ultimate elemental magic array on paper.

"Tomorrow, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming. Do you have any thoughts?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Aaron said calmly, "Speaking of which, have you chosen the name of the gun? My intuition tells me that I will use it soon."

"Well..." The missing body smiled awkwardly, "I thought about it for a long time, but I think the most suitable one is Hibiscus flower."

Aaron was stunned for a moment, looked at the pattern on the flintlock pistol, and couldn't help but twitching slightly.

"As expected of me, can we be a little more lazy?"

The missing body innocently spread its hands, "You know yourself, this is the best. If you don't believe me, you can look at my memory."

"Forget it, the flower of the other shore is the flower of the other shore!

I hope the other four firearms made by Argo's ancestors have different patterns, otherwise..."

"No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, No. 5, simple and clear." The missing body said directly, but when he saw the few black lines on Aaron's forehead, he immediately changed his words, "Just a joke, just a joke. .

However, I am a little curious about what can make my body look gloomy. "

"It's nothing, maybe I'm overthinking.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming to Hogwarts tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow is Halloween. "

The expression of the missing body also softened a little. Halloween is definitely a cursed holiday in Hogwarts. Although I don't know what will happen, I should be mentally prepared.

Back in the dormitory, Aaron lay on the bed and checked his system tasks for this year.

[Participate in the Triwizard Tournament;

The reward for completing the task is 2000 magic points. There is no penalty for failure of the task. Does the host accept it? 】

"System, you are forcing me!"

"The host has the right to choose, you don't have to accept it."

Aaron chuckled, this task was issued on the day the notice was posted.

His first reaction at that time was to give up, but this decision was suppressed by the reward for completing the task.

That's two thousand magic points. He would have to sign in at Hogwarts for two hundred days to accumulate so many. It's rare that the system is so open!

What's more important is that he really needs this reward now because he is really too poor.

He has been diligently signing in every day since the beginning of the school year, but he can’t help but spend money frequently!

He didn't miss the magic of dressing up, the traceless stretching spell, the tears of the mermaid, the tail feathers of the thunderbird, plus the consumption of refreshing the mall...

After staying in school for nearly two months, the magic points in my hand were only in double digits, not even half a hundred.

When money is used, Fang Henshao is no longer enough to describe his current embarrassment. Facts have proved that money is never enough.

"Let me think about this again!" Aaron said helplessly, "Are there no other tasks?

After all, you have an upgraded system. Are you so stingy? "

"This is decided based on the actual situation." The system explained seriously, "This system also has professional ethics. Tasks that are not suitable for the table are not worthy of appearing on the task panel."

Aaron:.......

Damn it! What he said was so straightforward that he did not accept any refutation.

The next day, the last Potions class ended half an hour early.

After the bell rang, the Gryffindors and Slytherins in the class returned to the common room, preparing to change into clean and tidy clothes to welcome the incoming guests.

"Gaius." Snape reminded helplessly, "Have you forgotten the contents of that notice? Put your schoolbag and textbooks back in the dormitory, change your clothes and gather in front of the castle."

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers and the wizard robe on his body changed automatically.

"This is disguise magic, not transformation. This luggage is real."

Snape's lips twitched slightly, "What about the school bag and textbooks?"

Abe jumped directly onto the table and stuffed these two items into his pockets in front of Snape.

"Go get in line!"

"okay!"

Aaron followed Snape out of the Potions classroom and met Slytherins from other years in the hall.

After everyone arrived, the deans of the college began to organize the students to line up and check whether everyone's clothes were up to standard. After all, they had to show their faces in front of the other two magic schools. It would be embarrassing if a maverick appeared. is the whole of Hogwarts.

At half past five, the students had already lined up in front of the castle.

Each grade stood in a row, forming a square formation of seven rows, waiting quietly in the evening.

As time passed, half a bright moon appeared in the sky, and the temperature began to slowly drop.

"Why haven't they come yet?" In the middle of the team, Gower said unhappily, "This person is even bigger than Moody."

"It's not yet six o'clock!" Crabbe reminded.

"They will definitely come on time, the question is in what way." Old Aaron said thoughtfully, "Hogwarts has behaved so solemnly, their entrance method will not be ordinary."

"Maybe a flying broomstick?" Draco guessed, but then he focused on Abe, "Or riding a magical animal."

"Like a Hippogriff?"

"Don't mention those beasts to me, okay?" Draco said depressedly, thinking of the hippogriffs made him feel a dull pain in his arms.

At this time, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row, suddenly shouted: "If I guess correctly, Beauxbatons' representatives are already here."

"Where?" Many students asked.

"There." Someone excitedly pointed to the top of the Forbidden Forest, where a huge creature flew towards Hogwarts Castle in the night.

It was a huge pink-blue carriage, as big as a common room, and it was pulled by twelve elephant-sized silver-maned horses with white wings.