Chapter 438: Living Legend and Boiling Hogwarts

The silence in the hall lasted only a few seconds, and then the Hogwarts Hall exploded.

Godric Gryffindor! This name is a well-known name to the wizards of Hogwarts. I didn't expect that it would echo in the form of a subject again in Hogwarts Castle. I don't know how many people knocked over the goblets in their hands in panic, and many Gryffindor students even stood up.

To the students from other schools, the difficult-to-pronounce name Godric was not familiar. They just found that this person's surname was exactly the same as Gryffindor House of Hogwarts.

They were confused by the behavior of the Hogwarts students around them, so they began to ask in a low voice the students they knew before, and then they got the shocking news: Godric Gryffindor was the name of the founder of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Hogwarts was founded a thousand years ago.

In other words, the red-haired man in front of him claimed to be the legendary wizard Godric Gryffindor from a thousand years ago? !

"lie!"

"fraud!"

"It could be a duplicate name."

After the initial shock, the students expressed their opinions. Some thought that this person was a fraud, while others felt that this guy had intentionally or unintentionally shared the same name with the founder. In fact, very few people believed that he was a Gryffindor.

Because even in the wizarding world, few people believe this "I am someone" trick. After all, he is an ancient wizard from a thousand years ago. How could he suddenly return to Hogwarts?

Well, this is also related to the fact that Dumbledore deliberately blocked the knowledge related to Horcruxes, otherwise someone might associate it with Horcruxes.

Rice sat at the long desk in the academy, expressionless, as if he was stunned by the words of the red-haired man. His fingers were pressed on the edge of the desk, and his knuckles were white.

In the staff seats, Professor White and Arius put down the golden cups in their hands at the same time, their eyes were deep and far-reaching, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Judging from the appearance, the red-haired man is quite consistent with the appearance of Godric Gryffindor that is circulated in Hogwarts - according to people in the know like Rice, he not only looks similar, but looks exactly like Godric Gryffindor.

The face dozens of feet away gradually overlapped with the one in his memory, making Les feel dazed, as if he had returned to a thousand years ago.

But the luxurious decorations in the auditorium and the unfamiliar faces around him reminded Rice all the time that this was the modern era and everything had changed.

Thinking of this, Les gradually regained his composure and showed the same expression as other students: curiosity, surprise, and a hint of contempt unique to Slytherin students.

Les adjusted his mood so quickly that Daphne and Astoria, who were sitting next to him, didn't notice anything unusual. They just vaguely felt that Les' emotions fluctuated suddenly, but this was normal.

Which Hogwarts student would not have extreme emotional fluctuations after seeing such a scene?

At the long table of Gryffindor House, some hot-tempered Gryffindors had already stood up and started swearing.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you give yourself such a name?!" Lee Jordan stood up from his seat and shouted harshly.

In his opinion, there was no possibility of having the same name as Godric. The name Godric was not a common name like Tom and John. This was a provocation to them!

When Jordan said this, more than one student nodded.

The red-haired man standing in front of the teacher's seat was not angry because of Jordan's questioning. He had already anticipated the situation.

"I know it's hard for you to believe what I say, but I will prove myself," the red-haired man who claimed to be Godric stretched out a hand towards the students and said confidently.

The next second, a gray object flew into his hands. The little wizards in the audience took a closer look and found that it was the school's sorting hat.

The red-haired man didn't waste any time. He just reached into his hat and pulled out a silver sword.

boom!

The moment the sword of Gryffindor was drawn out, a thunderous sound came from the ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall, as if a salute was fired for the return of the former founder.

Listening to the thunder coming from the ceiling, the red-haired man smiled. He stretched out his index finger and flicked the sword, which immediately made the sword emit a pleasant sound.

[Only a true Gryffindor can be recognized by the Sword of Gryffindor and obey his call when he needs it]

This sentence emerged in the minds of many students.

The red-haired man in front of him was recognized by the sword of Gryffindor! Now his identity seemed more credible. Could he really be Godric Gryffindor?

As for how a person who lived a thousand years ago could live to the present day, the young wizards would make up their own minds. After all, wasn't Professor White also an ancient wizard brought to the present by time magic?

At this moment, Rice, like other students, was staring at the red-haired man intently. Judging from his appearance and the fluctuations of magic power on his body, he indeed had no flaws.

He noticed that Helga and Rowena, like the other professors, were examining the man who claimed to be Godric.

The three people's eyes met briefly in mid-air, and then moved away without a trace.

"Les, what do you think?" Astoria asked softly from the side.

Her brain had been thrown into chaos by Gryffindor's sudden appearance, and only Rice could answer her confusion and untangle this tangled mess of thoughts.

"The person who can draw the sword of a brave man may not necessarily be a brave man." Rice said meaningfully.

"So what you're saying is... he's not a real Gryffindor?" Astoria added.

"I didn't say that." Les shook his head: the man on the stage didn't reveal any flaws at all.

"Let him be." Rice whispered, "Such a wonderful show can be seen for free, you and I will make a lot of money - besides, he will not participate in the competition anyway, you don't need to think too much."

Les wondered what exactly this Gryffindor was up to.

Astoria:?

Les's words confused her. He seemed to think that even if he got the sword of Gryffindor, he couldn't prove the other person's identity. This seemed to make sense.

At this time, Dumbledore was also in a state of panic. As the current headmaster of Hogwarts, he knew a little more than others. He had used the Resurrection Stone to summon the phantom of Gryffindor. The man in front of him was not only exactly the same as the shadow in the Resurrection Stone, but he was also recognized by the Sword of Gryffindor. Most importantly, he could also summon the Sorting Hat.

Summoning the Sorting Hat from the current office to the Great Hall was not something that could be solved by a simple Summons. After the other party performed this operation, Dumbledore fell into confusion and bewilderment.

The red-haired man in front of me might really be a Gryffindor, but the Resurrection Stone...

Dumbledore could feel many pairs of eyes staring at him from behind. He knew he had to make a statement - everyone was waiting for him to speak! He needed to make a judgment on whether the man in front of him was a liar who had deceived the world and stolen his reputation, or a legendary wizard who had returned after a thousand years.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore secretly sighed: This kind of thing was not something he could decide, and he couldn't tell whether the other party was a real Gryffindor.

There were people in the auditorium who were far more qualified than he was to make this assessment.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Dumbledore felt relieved.

At Professor White's request, he will now ask other "people" to testify.

"Ms. Grey, Mr. Barrow, please come over here." Dumbledore's voice echoed in the hall.

Two ghosts rose from the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables and floated forward.

The two ghosts were also stunned when they heard the red-haired man's declaration. But since they had seen this happen three times, their ability to accept it was much stronger than other teachers and students.

If Dumbledore believed it 50%, then Helena and Barrow believed it 95%, and the remaining 5% depended on what the aunt on the stage said.

As the two ghosts made their way forward, they noticed the Hufflepuff aunt whispering something to a Hogwarts professor next to her, then nodding imperceptibly at the two of them.

Helena and Barrow understood immediately, and after circling the red-haired man twice, they confirmed his identity.

"It's been a long time, Uncle Gryffindor."

"Hello, Professor."

With the ghost of the Big Four era and the personal endorsement of the daughter of Ravenclaw, the identity of the red-haired man was immediately confirmed.

He is Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts, the legendary wizard, Slytherin's close friend and nemesis!

Now the legend appeared before them, it was like magic. Not only the students of various schools, but also the professors in the faculty seats were extremely shocked.

After hearing what the Bloody Baron and Helena Ravenclaw said, Dumbledore also believed the red-haired man's identity. He bowed slightly to the other party and welcomed him.

"Hahahaha!" Godric laughed heartily and winked at Dumbledore.

"It's really hard to prove that I am myself, fortunately I have little Helena and Barrow!" He stuffed the sword of Gryffindor back into the Sorting Hat, and then returned the Sorting Hat to Dumbledore.

"This is your—"

"No," Gryffindor said righteously, "It used to be my hat, but now the Sorting Hat belongs to Hogwarts."

Seeing that the owner of the Sorting Hat said so, Dumbledore stopped insisting and simply put the Sorting Hat away.

He said loudly: "Let us welcome Professor Gryffindor back to Hogwarts with applause!"

There was prolonged applause in the auditorium.

Rice clapped as he watched "Godric" walk towards the staff seats. Dumbledore seemed to want him to sit in his seat, but Gryffindor refused. Dumbledore had to summon a new chair and let him sit next to him.

The applause gradually died down until Godric sat down. Although the students stopped clapping, their curiosity did not disappear with the disappearance of the applause.

They developed a strong interest in this wizard who had lived for a thousand years and were curious about everything about him.

In such an atmosphere, Dumbledore announced the official start of the welcome banquet.

In an instant, the golden plates in front of everyone showed the most sumptuous dishes ever. The house elves in the kitchen used all their skills to cook not only many British signature dishes, but also many foreign dishes.

For example, the plate of baked snails in front of Rice is obviously a French dish.

In addition, Rice can also see Japanese sashimi, fried pork chops, sushi, Nordic-style Swedish meatballs and German sausage platters, Brazilian specialty black bean rice, and a bunch of foods that obviously originated from Africa, and even American fast food such as hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken and French fries.

There are many delicious dishes, but some are hard to describe...

"What is that?" Daphne whispered in Les' ear.

"Roasted monkey," Rice replied in a low voice.

Daphne:......

Astoria also used magic to push a plate of roasted wolf spiders away from her without leaving any trace.

"Let's eat the dishes that look edible first." Rice buried the farce that had just happened in his heart and began to enjoy the food seriously.

The main task at the table tonight is to find French food.

Les helped himself to some snails, and then from a nearby plate, he took a roasted parrot—a delicacy he had enjoyed very much in the past.

The dish of roasted buntings has a long history. As early as the Roman Empire, people have been enjoying this magical bird. Buntings would be blinded and kept in a dark room to fatten them up, then killed with brandy, plucked and roasted.

The fattened bunting is extremely plump and even its bones are crispy. You have to eat all the fat, internal organs and bones while it is hot to experience its rich flavor.

Muggles would cover their heads with a white cloth before enjoying this dish to prevent others from seeing their greedy eating habits. It was also believed that this was to prevent God from seeing this "depraved" behavior.

Rice does not believe in God, so he does not need to cover his head with a white cloth.

The feast lasted for two hours. First there were various dishes, then there were specialty desserts from all over the world. Everyone enjoyed themselves very much.

When the golden plates on the dining table were cleaned again, Dumbledore stood up again.

"The moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore smiled at the young wizards in the audience, "All contestants have arrived, and the World Young Wizards Championship will kick off tomorrow. I will explain the procedures of the competition on behalf of all the headmasters. But first, please allow me to introduce two guests from the Ministry of Magic. This is Mr. Henry Greengrass, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and this is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic."

There was sparse applause in the hall. The students didn't really care about who the Ministry of Magic sent. They just wanted to know what the competition was about.

"This competition will be held in the venue provided by Hogwarts. We will periodically issue tasks to the contestants. Completing the tasks will earn points, and the final ranking will be based on the points." Dumbledore said slowly: "The total points of the contestants will affect the ranking of the school."

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