Hogwarts Homecoming

In late October, the first night temperatures can already feel chilly. The fog floating on the surface of the Black Lake is blown by the cold breeze and fills the grounds of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts campuses. The tall and cold castle is located in a cloud of fog. At first glance, it looks... Feeling desolate.

But the atmosphere in the physical education classroom was still lively.

Each of the little wizards took off their robes and threw them to the wall, rolled up their sleeves, and used their wands to pour fire on their armor.

After more than a month, these little wizards have changed significantly from when they started school. Their temperaments are more capable, the light in their eyes is more condensed, there are fewer distracting thoughts, and they are more confident and calm. Amosta walked among these little wizards with his hands behind his back. Looking at the faces, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

The little wizard is still training on dueling spells.

However, it was not in Amosta's spiritual world. After mastering some practical spells, Amosta asked them to practice spells in the real world, because the spiritual space and real-world spellcasting still existed. Subtly different, they must become familiar with the spells they master in a more realistic setting.

call out--

A bright red light as thick as a thumb shot past Amosta, and the friction with the air produced a shrill whistle. The red light quickly hit the armor thirty feet away like an arrow from the string, and the armor The spear in his hand broke away from his control with a clang, jumped into the air and spun back towards the spell caster.

This wasn't the end yet. At the same time, the armor hit by the spell was suddenly covered with tiny red electric lights. Amidst the strange noises of tingling, the armor made a creaking and shrinking sound.

The paralyzing disarming spell - this was Harry's handiwork.

More importantly, it's a silent spell.

Not far from Harry, Hermione was practicing the spells she had mastered. Her attacks took advantage of her own strengths. Unlike Harry's talent for specializing in disarming spells, Hermione's movements were lighter and she used more spells to attack. However, there was a problem because the training time was still short. , she couldn't cast every spell silently, and from time to time, the sound of chanting a spell would come out of her mouth.

Hiss, hiss——

Several black pythons as thick as forearms leaped from the tip of Draco's staff and fell to the ground. They stood upright and spit out scarlet snake messages at the armor not far away!

A cold light shot out from the black python's eyes. Draco lowered his wand, and several black pythons jumped out with a hiss. Their tracks swimming on the ground were swift and erratic. In just two breaths, they approached from all directions. The black python in armor jumped up and wrapped itself in the armor!

Creak, creak!

A heart-wrenching sound sounded, and the hard armor quickly deformed under Draco's black python. At the same time, where the armor's shoulders were pierced by the black python's fangs, a stream of fishy black smoke rose up, bronze. The armor quickly turns white and then rots!

Seeing this scene, Draco bared his teeth and smiled excitedly. He subconsciously looked for Harry, but when he met Professor Blaine's gaze, he immediately retracted his neck and concentrated on dealing with the self-repairing armor.

Amosta stopped in his tracks. He saw Ginny summoning a torrent of bats, startling Finch-reli who was not far away from her. He saw Luna, the little witch, waving her wand gracefully like a dance. A colorful, note-like object emerged from her wand, easily tearing her armor into pieces.

Cedric Diggory, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Chabini. The little wizards are all practicing in their own way.

Amosta turned his eyes and looked at Neville Longbottom who was hiding in a remote location, practicing magic. His eyebrows narrowed a little unconsciously.

Compared with his excellent physical talent and emergency reaction in times of crisis, Neville's clumsiness in casting spells is simply unsightly. Neville may not be bad at reciting spells or waving a wand, but his control over magic is very poor. , and at this point, even the new magic training method developed by Amosta couldn't help him.

Not to mention Harry, who relied on instinct and talent to strengthen the power of his disarming spell, or Hermione, who relied on her excellent concentration and control to master a variety of spells. To this day, Neville is casting These basic attack spells still have a high probability of failure, and because of this, Neville has basically lost all the confidence he had accumulated in this course.

Well--

To be honest, Longbottom's situation gave Amosta a headache. If this situation continued, he would definitely not be able to persist, but Amosta did not want to give up the little wizard he had insisted on training until now, Amosta No one wants to give up.

How to help Neville find his path to progress?

Amosta's eyebrows furrowed deeper. He still needs to think about this issue carefully.

Bang bang!

The training room in full swing suddenly remembered the crisp sound of clapping. The little wizards who received the signal stopped training one by one. They gathered in Blaine from various places in this classroom that was once again expanded to almost the same size as a Quidditch pitch. In front of the professor, he arranged his positions according to the academy training, showing considerable discipline.

Every little wizard stared at the dull-faced Professor Brain with admiration, especially Slytherin. The light in their eyes could be said to be fanatical.

Because of Professor Blaine's rules, no one dared to show off their progress in school or fight with others, but they were not unaware of the changes that more than a month of training had brought to them.

"Today's training ends here——"

Professor Brain said with a smile.

Hermione wiped the sweat from her forehead, her eyes immediately became restless, aiming at today's public relations target in the crowd, while Harry calmly stayed away from Hermione.

"Before I go back, I have something to tell you in advance. The school was originally planning to announce this Friday, but I think students in physical education classes should have a little privilege."

The little wizards puffed up their chests proudly and looked at Professor Blaine with wide eyes.

"At the beginning of this year's semester, during the Sorting Ceremony, I already told you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held this year, and the other two schools, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, will arrive at Hogwarts next Friday. , in the following days of this school year, the brave candidates brought by the two schools will live and study with you--"

boom--

Professor Brain's words were like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil, causing the atmosphere in the classroom to suddenly become heated.

After all, they are a group of little wizards who love to have fun. After hearing the news, they could no longer hold back and began to discuss it heatedly with their acquaintances.

"Professor Brain!" Cedric of Hufflepuff raised his hand eagerly, "But the school hasn't announced the regulations for warrior selection yet!"

"When the guests arrive, I will announce it in the auditorium. For now, this is still confidential-"

Professor Blaine looked at the disappointed eyes of the wizards and little wizards, and said with a smile.

"What about the events of the competition, Professor Blaine?" Fred Weasley asked loudly, "The school still plans not to allow underage students to participate, right?"

"I'm sorry, that's true -" Professor Blaine replied with a smile, "As for the events to be held in the competition."

Professor Blaine spread his hands innocently

"I don't know. The competition items are decided by the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Sports. To ensure fairness and justice, they will not disclose it to the three participating schools in advance. This is something that needs to be kept strictly confidential."

A series of disappointed sighs once again sounded in the classroom.

"alright--"

Professor Brain clapped his hands again,

"I tell you this news to prepare those who are interested in running for the Warriors in advance. Although I should not be biased, I still hope that the little wizard who represents Hogwarts will come from you. If it is not you, Then I will feel it."

boom!

Professor Brain was talking about his expectations. At this moment, there was a heavy crash outside the window covered by the curtains.

The little wizards subconsciously looked at it and found that it was an owl flapping its wings and rushing into the house eagerly.

Generally speaking, the owls that deliver letters will appear in the auditorium collectively during breakfast. Owls that deliver letters in the middle of the night are rare.

Amosta raised his eyebrows slightly. He walked over and opened the window. He took out the parchment from the beak of the brown owl with wet feathers. After patting the owl's head, he read with the help of a torch on the wall. Unrolled parchment.

The silence continues.

"what happened?"

Looking at Professor Blaine, whose face suddenly became solemn and whose eyes were sharp, Harry leaned into Hermione's ear and whispered in surprise,

"Has anything happened recently? Was it mentioned in the Daily Prophet?"

After hesitating for a moment, Hermione shook her head slightly.

"No, Harry"

"This Friday's physical education class will be supervised by Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood--" Professor Blaine's face returned to its original state when he returned to them, and he spoke calmly. Looking at everyone, he said, "There is something urgent that I need to deal with. I have to leave Hogwarts for a few days—"

After saying this, Professor Brain strode out of the classroom, leaving this group of confused little wizards standing there looking at each other -