#701 - For Peter, Hermione took out her wand!

After the banquet ended, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Mark walked out of the Great Hall together.

"The representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive on the evening of Friday, October 30th, at six o'clock."

Hermione said to the others, "Also, there's some good news."

Harry turned his gaze to her, "What is it?"

"The afternoon classes that day will end half an hour early."

"Not bad."

Harry nodded and said to the others, "The last class on Friday is Potions, and Snape won't have time to poison us all! I reckon we'll be dismissed early, or maybe not even have his class at all. Then we'll take our bags and books back to the dormitory and gather in front of the castle to welcome our guests, and finally attend the welcoming feast."

Harry was very familiar with this kind of procedure.

Seeing that Mark hadn't said anything, Harry asked him, "Mark, do you want to participate? I mean, in the Triwizard Tournament."

"I... I don't know."

Mark hesitated for a moment.

Now that he had awakened his power, he felt that simply using his physical strength to bully his classmates didn't give him much sense of accomplishment.

"Speaking of which, what have you guys been busy with lately? You and Raven, Loki, and Tom, you've taken a lot of leave recently."

Hermione asked, curious about Mark's frequent absences.

"Uh... that's a long story."

Mark scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

"Well, I guess you must have experienced a lot, Mark, because I can feel that you're different than before."

Hermione sized him up, feeling that Mark seemed a bit different.

Just as Mark was about to answer her, they walked onto the lawn together.

Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff House squeezed out of the crowd, his eyes shining, and greeted them.

"Hi, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Mark."

"Hi, Ernie."

After talking to Harry and the others for a while, Ernie left in a hurry, saying to them, "Sorry, I have to go and tell Cedric. I don't know if Cedric knows about the Triwizard Tournament, I have to go and tell him."

"Cedric who?"

After Ernie hurried away, Ron asked blankly.

"Diggory, Cedric Diggory."

Harry explained to Ron, "He's a Hufflepuff Quidditch player, and he's close to Loki. I think he's definitely preparing to participate in the tournament."

"That idiot? He wants to be a Hogwarts champion too?"

Ron said disdainfully, "I think only you, Harry, and the children of the Mr. Patrick's family are qualified to become champions."

They pushed through the chattering crowd and walked towards the dormitory.

"No, you're wrong, Ron. He's not an idiot. Do you dislike him because he beat Gryffindor in the Quidditch match?"

Hermione shrugged and said to Ron, "I heard he's an excellent student, and he's also a prefect, and a friend of Loki's."

Being refuted by Hermione, Ron felt a little embarrassed.

"Of course I'm not jealous. On the contrary, it's you, Hermione, you like him because he's handsome."

Ron said to Hermione in an unpleasant tone.

Ron pretended to cough, his voice strange.

He continued to debate with Hermione, "I remember you used to say the same about Lockhart."

Hermione, her face flushed, instantly broke down when Ron mentioned Lockhart's name.

Enraged, she glanced at the stunned Mark, immediately drew her wand, and was about to give Ron a whack on the head.

Otherwise, what would Mr. Peter think if these words reached his ears?

Am I a fickle girl?

Seeing that Hermione seemed to want to fight Ron, Mark and Harry quickly pulled her back.

"Calm down, Hermione!"

"No, Hermione, Ron's just joking, let him go."

Ron looked at the angry Hermione, completely dumbfounded.

After resolving the dispute between Hermione and Ron, Mark left the dormitory and went outside the playground to clear his head.

He found that he seemed to be really influenced by Khorne from the Warhammer world, always filled with a desire for bloodthirsty battles and an uncontrollable urge to fight.

"No, I won't become the Mark of the parallel world. I won't become a villain."

Mark muttered to himself as he walked towards the Hogwarts grounds.

He found that no matter where he went, the students of Hogwarts seemed to be talking about only one topic: the Triwizard Tournament.

Rumors spread quickly among the curious students, like a highly contagious virus: who would compete to be the Hogwarts champion, what projects would be in the tournament, and how the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were different from them.

Mark also noticed that the castle was undergoing a thorough cleaning.

Several portraits that looked a little dirty were scrubbed clean.

Although the figures in those portraits were very dissatisfied with this.

The figures in these portraits sat huddled in their frames, muttering sullenly.

Every time the newly exposed pink flesh on their faces was touched, the figures in the portraits grimaced in pain.

The armor placed in the corners of the castle suddenly became gleaming, and no longer "creaked" when moving.

The caretaker, Mr. Argus Filch, would fly into a rage whenever he saw a student forgetting to clean his shoes, scaring two first-year girls into screaming.

Walking forward for a while, Mark also found that the school's Great Hall was being renovated, and the teachers in charge of the renovation were hanging up banners.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing a Hogwarts house.

Red with a golden lion was Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle was Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger was Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent was Slytherin.

Behind the teachers' table, Professor McGonagall directed everyone to hang up the largest banner, which was the Hogwarts coat of arms.

The lion, badger, snake, and eagle were linked together, surrounding a large letter H.

"Champion?"

Mark clenched his fist tightly, "I don't care about the Hogwarts champion, but if I can defeat Sister Raven and prove that I am the Farmer's Champion, that is the title I yearn for the most."

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While muttering to himself, a scorching light flashed in Mark's eyes.

Patrick's Farm.

Peter didn't know that Hogwarts was holding the Triwizard Tournament, and that Raven and the others had decided to participate.

Not only to participate, Mark also hoped to bring more and more people from the farm in.

At this time, Peter was looking up at the dim sky.

It was raining heavily outside, and Peter stood in the living room, watching the torrential rain outside, feeling uneasy.

"Mr. Peter."

Gwen walked over and asked him curiously; "Are you okay?"

Seeing Peter frowning slightly, she thought he had encountered some problem.

"If you have any troubles, maybe I can listen to you."

Gwen, wearing a white hoodie, came up to him in a good mood and said.

"I'd rather listen to you play your band's music to relieve my worries."

Peter shrugged and said to her.

"Actually..."

Gwen hesitated and said to him, "I want to tell you a secret, sir, can you keep it a secret for me?"

"Of course."

Peter said that he would definitely keep it a secret.

"I've actually left the band. Do you know why? Because Mary Jane, she's a brave, righteous, but also arrogant, and very temperamental chuunibyou rock girl. She values her band very much, but she's unwilling to bow her head. Plus, as a drummer, I often have disagreements with her. Glory had a disagreement with Mary Jane in order to support me, so I left the band in a fit of anger."

"Mary Jane?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, and asked Gwen, "In your world, Mary Jane is a chuunibyou girl?"

"Uh-huh."

Gwen pinched her waist and nodded, "In our world, Captain America is also a black woman."

Peter: "Um, a black woman? Then you guys better not release a Captain America movie, because if Captain America is black, it will definitely flop miserably."

Gwen looked confused.

"What do you mean? Why would a Captain America movie be released, and why would it flop if it's black?"

Peter nodded, "Yes, don't ask why, just remember it."

"Okay, okay."

Gwen nodded subconsciously, hesitated for a moment, and carefully asked Peter, "Mr. Parker, do you not like black people?"

"No, of course not. I hate people who are racist."

Peter explained seriously.

At the same time, his gaze turned to Gwen.

It seems like Gwen ended up with the black Spider-Man, right?!

Coughing lightly, Peter brought the topic back on track.

"Alright, Gwen, back to the topic, I feel a substance or energy has invaded this world, or rather, has affected this world. Mark himself has been affected by this substance."

Peter vaguely felt the influence of the Chaos Gods of the Warp, and also felt Mark's abnormality.

Originally, he was going to talk to Mark tonight.

He speculated that this might be related to the arrival of the eighth "Father of Sorrows".

"I will enter the dream world and fight against this energy or spirit. Gwen, are you willing to enter the dream world with me?"

Peter invited Gwen to enter the dream world.

Diana, Mera, and Vixen, he was worried that these people would be affected or corrupted by this energy.

And Gwen, whose mind is the purest, is the least likely to be polluted and affected.

"Dream world?"

Gwen looked at Peter in shock, "Mr. Peter, can you bring me into the dream world?"

She looked at Peter with an expression of disbelief, confirming.