Chapter 239 The eve of the game

"They can't stop me from participating!" Even though Dumbledore had already announced the end, Fred still said stubbornly, "When you become a warrior, you can do many things openly and openly that we are not allowed to do normally, and you can also There’s a prize of one thousand galleons!”

"Yes," Ron also had a confused look on his face, "Yes, a thousand Galleons..."

"I've done the math. Although we won a lot in a bet with Bagman before, we still missed a lot if we wanted to use that little money to open a good joke shop." George said.

He didn't know where he took out a piece of parchment, with dense numbers written on it, all of which were necessary expenses for the opening of the joke shop.

"Wait, are you actually so good at arithmetic?" Ron looked at the parchment and couldn't help but swallowed, "So when you were choosing courses in third grade, you had already thought of this day, so you chose That boring arithmetic and divination?"

"Arithmetic and Divination classes are not boring at all!" Hermione retorted, "Let's not talk about this for now, we should leave quickly. If we don't leave, we will be the only ones left in the entire auditorium."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George began to walk towards the entrance hall. Along the way, Fred and George kept arguing about what Dumbledore would do to prevent students under the age of seventeen from attending. Competition.

"Who is the judge who is the warrior... who is the most impartial referee?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," said Fred, "but whoever that person is, he's the one we're trying to fool. I think a drop or two of age-enhancing drugs will do the trick, George..."

"But Dumbledore knows you are not old enough." Ron asked the question.

"Yeah, but Dumbledore doesn't decide who becomes the Warrior, does it?" Fred raised his eyebrows, "According to Dumbledore, it seems that the referee has to decide who wants to participate after learning who wants to participate. Pick the best from each school..."

"I tell you, he doesn't care how old we are. Dumbledore clearly wants to prevent us from signing up!"

"But many people died in the previous Triwizard Tournament!" Hermione said in a worried tone as she passed through a door hidden behind the tapestry.

"Yeah," George said nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, right? And what's the fun in it without a little adventure?"

"It would be great if that extremely fair referee had a character like Professor Dracula. I only need to tell him two funny jokes and he would definitely let me sign up..."

"Wake up, George!" Fred interrupted him mercilessly, "Professor Dracula has nothing to do with the word 'just'!"

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The next day, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Dracula lazily pushed open the classroom door as usual.

This school year, there are quite few students in the sixth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts intensive class.

This is because the duel club has replaced Dracula's function of entertaining the little wizard, so the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is no longer that interesting to Dracula.

Now he just wants to be lazy and teach as many people as possible.

For this reason, he deliberately adjusted the Defense Against the Dark Arts intensive class from accepting students who were in the worst grade, that is, students who obtained a "T (terrible)" grade in the ordinary wizard level, to only accepting students who obtained an "O (outstanding)" grade. .

More than half of the desks in the classroom were empty, and there were not many students in the entire grade who could get an "O".

Unfortunately, due to having too much fun at the Duel Club, Fred and George's defense against the dark arts rapidly improved——

Among the few certificates they have, apart from Arithmetic Divination mentioned by Ron before, only Defense Against the Dark Arts got an "O".

As soon as Dracula entered the classroom, he saw Fred and George sitting in their seats with their heads held high, their faces full of "come and praise me".

"Are there only so many students who got 'O'? I'm very disappointed." Dracula looked around and was very satisfied to see that there were not many people here, but he still made a disappointed expression on the surface. expression.

"Of course, I still want to congratulate all the outstanding students here for gaining the qualification to continue sitting in this classroom!"

Fred and George laughed with satisfaction after hearing Dracula's words, which were barely considered compliments.

"Before class officially starts, I have a few more words to say to you -" Dracula continued with an intriguing smile on his face, "You have heard Dumbledore say that in this school year , the Triwizard Tournament...no, the Four Wizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts."

"As the subject that most tests actual combat ability, Defense Against the Dark Arts is closely related to this game. So in my opinion, the Hogwarts Warriors are likely to be selected from those sitting here and the seventh-year intensive class students. out."

It can be clearly seen that all the students in the classroom are refreshed, and even their sitting postures subconsciously become straighter.

Everyone wants to be the only glorious warrior in Hogwarts.

There is no young and energetic little wizard who does not want to bring glory to the school, and there is no one who does not want to stand in the center of the spotlight and accept the cheers and applause of the teachers and students of the school.

"Don't get excited too early," Dracula chuckled, looked at Fred and George emphatically, and began to dampen their enthusiasm, "The prerequisite for becoming a warrior is that before the ceremony of selecting a warrior on Halloween begins, you must Over seventeen years old!"

"That's not fair!" Fred jumped up first and shouted, "On Halloween, we are only four months away from turning seventeen!"

"Yes, we want to protest!" George followed closely and jumped up.

He conveniently pulled up Cedric who was sitting next to him and was preparing to listen to the lecture, pointed at him and said:

"Cedric is only less than half a year older than us, and he entered school in the same year as us. If he can register but we can't, then we will definitely not be convinced!"

"That can only mean that your luck is not very good." Dracula shrugged, "It is undeniable that luck is also a kind of strength."

"Professor!" Fred wailed, "Can't we really be accommodating? We are only a little bit closer to signing up!"

Sometimes, people tend not to feel that bad if they are far from their goals.

But if you are only a little short of achieving your goal, but fail in the end, people will be sad, painful, and itchy to the point of going crazy.

Fred and George were like that. Being only four months apart in age was driving them crazy.

"I'm not that fair referee, so what's the use of complaining to me?" Dracula chuckled, "Instead of yelling needlessly in my class, it's better to study how to hide it. That 'referee'."

"This is what you said, professor!" George's eyes lit up.

"Professor, you must have a way to hide it from the referee, right?" Fred said happily, "Or you can just tell us, so we can save some effort and study more on how to win the final championship."

"Are you so sure that you can be selected?" Dracula looked at the twins and shook his head with a smile, "Think about this kind of thing yourself! If you can use your strength to hide it from the 'referee', then it can be regarded as yours." own strength.”

"If you sign up with this kind of 'hard power', the students at Hogwarts will at least not be dissatisfied with you. Even Dumbledore will most likely acquiesce in this happening."

"So, work hard, two young men!"

Fred and George looked at each other, nodded solemnly, then sat down in their chairs and began to read.

It's on fire!

"Don't be in a hurry to sit down yet..." Dracula interrupted their imminent fantasy, and the smile on his face became a little malicious, "You should be punished for making loud noises in class for no reason."

"Well, all the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework before Halloween will be doubled!"

George: "..."

Fred: "..."

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The next time seems to be the same as in previous years, but it seems to be a little different.

Each course is taught according to the previous course schedule as always, and there are many after-school assignments, in-class exercises, dueling clubs, etc., all waiting for the little wizards to complete.

The Quidditch match was cancelled, but the students did not feel bored without this recreational activity.

Those who are old enough are thinking about how to qualify as warriors. If they are elected as warriors, how can they win the game and bring glory to the school... Those who are older, such as Fred and George, are thinking about how to deceive that person. The referee could not be more fair, and then put his name on the table.

Apart from this, younger wizards like Harry have nothing to do with this Four-wizard tournament.

They have nothing to worry about, except that they occasionally fantasize about pie-in-the-sky things, thinking that they may be surprised by their skeletons and be selected as a warrior to fight for Hogwarts.

In addition to fantasy, the young wizards in the middle and lower grades also discuss from time to time, guessing which wizard from the house can become the warrior of Hogwarts.

"I guarantee that our Slytherin Prefect Lucian Bol will become the Champion of Hogwarts. Professor Snape has always had high hopes for him."

Before Halloween was approaching, Draco Malfoy stood in front of the entrance hall of the Great Hall, talking loudly with his two followers.

"Wrong, I think Roger Davis from Ravenclaw is more promising!" A Ravenclaw eagle wearing a blue striped tie retorted, "Davis is the best leader this year. Captain of the Dodgers team.”

"On the contrary, I think Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff will become a warrior." The person who said this was obviously a little badger.

The foyer was crowded, and everyone was having a heated discussion while reading the newly posted notice on the bulletin board——

"Representatives from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Invermorny will arrive at 6pm on Friday, October 30th. The afternoon classes will end half an hour early. Students are asked to return their schoolbags and textbooks to their dormitories at that time. Meet in front of the castle to greet our guests and then attend the welcome banquet.”

"Great!" Harry said excitedly, "The last class on Friday is Potions class! Snape will definitely not have time to find fault with us again!"

Harry's voice caught Malfoy's attention not far away.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Harry Potter?" He turned his head and looked at Harry with a provocative look, "I'm curious, does a big star like Potter think that he can definitely become Hogg? Watts’ warrior?”

"I didn't!" Harry said angrily.

But Malfoy obviously had no intention of letting him go. He pointed his chin at Harry and said in a sinister tone:

"The famous Harry Potter, if you don't become a Hogwarts warrior in the end, will other schools think that the Boy Who Lived is not worthy of his name?"

"Anyway, Harry has a much greater chance of becoming a warrior than you!" Just when Harry was extremely angry, another voice suddenly spoke up for him.

Harry turned his head and saw Fred and George standing next to him, making faces at Malfoy.

"It's ridiculous. Some people actually think that Potter can become a warrior!" Malfoy laughed loudly, "Oh! It turns out that it's two Weisses. That's perfectly normal."

"Do you dare to bet?" George was not angry at all, but said with a playful smile.

In their view, the purebloods of Slytherin are all their customers, and sooner or later they will have to lose all their money to them, so of course they will not be unhappy with the slightest offense from their customers.

"What?" Malfoy was stunned for a moment.

"I said, do you dare to bet?" George repeated, "I will offer five galleons to bet that Harry can become the champion of Hogwarts!"

"Wait, don't be impulsive, George!" Harry himself was stunned, and hurriedly grabbed George from the side, "Fred, please persuade him! There is no need to waste what you are going to use just to vent your anger on me. Five galleons to open the shop.”

However, Fred was not moved at all and instead blinked at Harry.

"I bet!" Malfoy suddenly took out a handful of gold galleons from his pocket and handed it over, fearing that George would regret it, "It's a good thing like this, it's best to have more of it!"

He had lost a lot of Galleons in the past few school years to give Wes twins, and he always felt very humiliated.

Now that he saw this kind of business that was sure to make money without losing money, he was ready to get back all the face he had lost at once!

After Malfoy left, Harry glanced at the twins worriedly.

"Why do you want to bet on me becoming a Hogwarts warrior? I'm not even old enough to sign up," he said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, we have already figured out the age-enhancing agent." Fred winked at Harry, "When the time comes, you can take a few more sips and you can fool the fair referee."

"You are the savior of the British magical world. If you are not a warrior, who should be?"

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