Chapter 827: Don’t Let Old Bitch Deng Succeed
After leaving Russell's office, Vincent and Hermione returned to the sofa in the atrium and sat down.
You must do what you promised, and you must do it even more when you promise to your little cuties.
While waiting for Madago Cat to get off work, Hermione took out one thick book after another from her makeup box.
Vincent picked up a copy of "Ancient History of Magic" with a curious look on his face. "What on earth did you put in it?"
Hermione smiled and put away the makeup box, "Some common things."
"And these books, too?"
"Now it comes in handy."
Vincent was speechless.
She is more prepared than I am. It seems I need to prepare a larger storage space for her.
The two of them flipped through the pages quickly and soon found the game Russell mentioned.
The Triwizard Tournament was a friendly competition jointly founded by the three major European magic schools in the 13th century AD, more than years ago.
Each school selects a warrior, and the three warriors compete in three magical events at different times of each school year.
The competition will test the warriors from different aspects, testing their magical talents, advantages, courage, theory, reasoning ability and ability to overcome danger.
Warriors will be scored based on the quality of their completion of each project, and the warrior with the highest combined score in all three projects will win.
Finally, the Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, with the three schools taking turns hosting.
No wonder Dumbledore wanted to plot against Vincent. It turned out that this session was hosted by Hogwarts.
And over the years, Hogwarts has won the most times, a total of 63 times.
Beauxbatons is close behind with 62 wins.
As for Durmstrang...
Vincent and Hermione searched through all the relevant records but could not find even one record of them winning.
(62+63) X 5 (years/session) = 625 (years)
Subtract 1792 years from the year of closure, 625, and the result is 1167 years.
The Triwizard Tournament was founded in the 13th century, and with these few decades difference, they should be tied for the championship.
Durmstrang has never won a game?
That is the school in Europe that is most lenient towards dark magic, and it is the school that trained the first Dark Lord Grindelwald!
Even if they fired Grindelwald, it wouldn't have been so bad.
Vincent and Hermione closed the book in tacit understanding.
"Are you still not interested in the game?"
"If Hogwarts is ahead, it's a tie even if Beauxbatons wins. It won't have much of an impact whether I participate or not."
Hermione thought about it and found that this was indeed the case.
The three major magic schools had their best students injured in almost every session, and the school was even suspended for two centuries. This is enough to illustrate the danger of the Triwizard Tournament.
If you get hurt accidentally, even if it's just a scratch...
Hermione suddenly grabbed Vincent's hand with a worried look on her face. "Professor Dumbledore will definitely do everything he can to get you to participate. We have to think of a response plan in advance."
Vincent patted her little hand and said, "Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore is not a god. He can't control everything."
Whether it is dangerous or not is secondary. The key is not to let Deng succeed.
The Goblet of Fire is a powerful magical artifact used to select the champions of the Triwizard Tournament.
It has a peculiarity that it will only be lit during the Domination Tournament, and will automatically go out after three warriors are selected until it is lit again in the next tournament.
Since it is an object, there is a possibility that it could be tampered with.
Dumbledore can move, but others can't?
The two discussed the plan until the French Ministry of Magic had lunch after work.
The enthusiastic Madago cats surrounded Vincent, and a few brave ones even jumped onto his legs.
"Be good, come down first."
They were very obedient. When the staff in charge of feeding them saw this scene from afar, they couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted and began to doubt their lives.
"One, two, three, four, five..." Vincent counted and there were 23 in total.
He picked up the twin snakes disguised as a walking stick and cast a powerful Muggle interference spell.
The Madago cats appear unchanged, but they are just ordinary cats in the eyes of Muggles.
"Wait for me a moment." After saying this to the little cuties, Vincent went to Russell's office again.
After getting their consent, he took Hermione and them away from the French Ministry of Magic.
If you promise to play with them, you must do your best to do it seriously.
Two hours is not a long time, so we must cherish every minute and every second.
So a very rare and particularly magical scene appeared on the streets of Paris.
A young couple held hands, followed by a large group of cats of different breeds.
They didn't walk far and found a small restaurant near Place de la Forsenberg.
The shop owner was stunned when he saw this scene.
Then he heard the blond, blue-eyed young British guy say, "Hello, can I book your restaurant?"
The shop owner recovered and took the credit card with a smile on his face, nodding his head in broken English, "Of course, no problem!"
He is very generous and has a large group of cats with him. He seems to be a very caring young man.
Borrowing the kitchen? Of course that’s no problem!
The shop owner simply handed the restaurant over to the young couple, and ran to the cold drink shop next door, bought a cup of coffee and sat at the door.
He originally thought that the beautiful girl would cook, but he didn't expect that the handsome guy would put on an apron on his own initiative, and the group of cats even followed him into the kitchen.
Curious people who came to watch asked him if he was worried that the kitchen would be dirty and messy.
"There's nothing to worry about. Those cats are very well behaved and obedient."
In fact, the main reason is that the money people spent on renting the restaurant is enough, so there will be a lot left even if the kitchen is renovated.
The shop owner's answer not only failed to satisfy the curiosity of the onlookers, but made them even more interested.
These are not just one or two cats, but 23 in total.
It didn't take long before the handsome guy and the beautiful girl came out of the kitchen carrying the cooked food and plates respectively.
An even more magical scene appeared. The cats actually jumped onto the dining table in an orderly manner, and the small restaurant was suddenly filled with "guests".
The people watching outside couldn't help but exclaim.
"Oh là là, how on earth did he do that?"
"Maybe he knows cat language?"
"Oh my god, these cats are so cute when they eat."
People didn't leave until the cats were full.
In the restaurant,
As soon as Vincent and Hermione cleared the plates, the Madago cats gathered around them.
Maybe they had become familiar with each other, as some of them even rubbed against Hermione's feet.
She squatted down with a smile and touched their little heads respectively.
Vincent, who was covered in cats, pulled out a small leather ball from his pocket and said, "Why don't we play a game of tossing?"
Madago cat's big blue eyes became brighter.
As they jumped back to the ground one after another, the small ball was thrown high into the air.
An agile little cutie saw the opportunity and jumped up, hitting the ball back with one paw.
Vincent's reaction was not slow either. He reached out and gently caught the ball, then used a little force to make it bounce back up.
After going back and forth a few times, the little cuties whose bellies were being tickled by Hermione obviously wanted to go over and play too.
She stopped what she was doing and said, "Let's go together."
A few little cuties quickly turned over and stood up, shook off the dust on their bodies, and followed her eagerly.
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