Chapter 539 The Enemy Has 30 Seconds to Arrive at the Battlefield

The little wizard who came out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom looked more or less strange.

Moody told them that it was the after-effects of the Imperius Curse.

Everyone thought it was a bit scary, but seeing one of the three unforgivable curses at Hogwarts always made the students at Hogwarts talk about it for a long time.

"Listen to him, like that."

Harry said, "It seemed like we were all going to be attacked at any moment."

"Ah, I know," said Ron, hopping up and down the stairs. He was much worse than Harry when it came to casting the spell, although Moody and Harry had assured him that the symptoms would be gone by lunch. .

"He always makes assumptions," Ron continued, glancing nervously behind him, sure that Moody couldn't hear. "No wonder the people at the Ministry are glad to be rid of him, you heard him tell Seamus. About how he got back at the witch who spat on his back on April Fool's Day, when do we have to finish the book on resisting the Imperius Curse and complete other homework?"

Regarding Ron's words, Fan Lin did not want to deny that the original Moody was like this, with a strong sense of revenge and power.

All fourth graders noticed a significant increase in the amount of homework they completed.

When Professor McGonagall gave her a massive Transfiguration assignment, prompting particularly loud protests from the class, she explained why.

"You are now at a very important stage of your magical education!" she told them, her eyes dazzling behind her square lenses. "Your ordinary wizarding test is approaching -"

"

We didn’t have to take the test until we were in fifth grade! Thomas said angrily.

"That's not necessarily the case, Thomas, believe me, you should make all the preparations you can!

Only Miss Granger and Mr. Al in the class have successfully transformed a porcupine into a satisfactory needle. I have to remind you, Thomas, that your needle still freaks out when someone else approaches it with a needle. The ground bounces! "

Hermione, blushing again, seemed to be trying not to look too happy.

As for Fan Lin... something like face needs to be exercised.

In the next prophecy class, Professor Troney said that Harry and Ron got the highest marks for their homework, which made them very funny. She read out most of their praise for their fearlessness in facing the hidden bad luck, but when When she asked them to make predictions for the next month, they were not happy because neither of them could think of any disaster.

At the same time, Professor Spencer, who teaches magic, asks them to write a weekly article about the goblin rebellion in the 18th century. (It should be said that things are revolting, after all, the eyes have gained equal status!)

Professor Snape forces them to work on an antidote, something they dare not take lightly as he hints that he might poison a student before Christmas to see if their antidote works.

Professor Welliver ordered them to read three more books to prepare for the lesson on summoning spells.

Even Hagrid added to their burden, with flaming-tailed squids growing so fast that no one noticed what they had eaten.

Hagrid was delighted, and as part of their "project" he suggested that they visit his hut every other night to observe the Blast-Ended Skrewts and note their unusual behavior.

"I won't do it," Draco Malfoy said directly. He felt that Hagrid's suggestion was like Santa Claus taking a particularly large toy from his bag. "Thank God, I've had enough of these birds during class."

Hagrid's smile disappeared.

"You have to do as I tell you, otherwise, I'm going to learn a trick from Professor Moody... I heard that you act like a ferret, Malfoy."

The class burst into laughter, Malfoy flushed with anger, but apparently too painful to remember the punishment Moody had given him to say anything back.

After class, several people returned to the castle in high spirits, and it was especially satisfying to see Hagrid pin Malfoy down. Especially since Malfoy had tried so hard to get Hagrid fired the previous year.

However, although the heavy homework does not constitute any pressure, it greatly compresses Fan Lin's time...

This seemed to him the worst thing.

Maybe he should apply to graduate?

This idea is very strange.

When they arrived at the front hall, they found that they could not move forward because a large group of students had gathered there, all gathered around a large sign posted under the fifth staircase in Dali. The tallest among the four of them was Ron, who stood on tiptoes. Jian, passed over the people in front, and read loudly to the other three

"Participants of the Three Wizards Fighting Competition, the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang teams will arrive at six o'clock on Friday, October 0, and class will end half an hour early..."

"Okay!" Harry said, "The last period on Friday is Potions class, Snape won't have time to poison us!"

"Before the welcome banquet begins, students must return their schoolbags and textbooks to their dormitories, and then gather in front of the castle gate to welcome the guests."

"Only one week left!" Hufflepuff's Ernie MacMillan emerged from the crowd with a twinkle in his eye. "Does Diggory know? I think I have to tell him..."

"Digory?" Ron asked blankly as Ernie ran away.

"It's Xichai." Harry said, "He will definitely enter the game."

"That idiot, will he be the champion of Hogwarts?" Ron asked as they squeezed through the chattering crowd and headed towards the stairs.

Fan Lin really wanted to tell Ron that you were an idiot, but it was better not to say such things. He didn't seem to be very sure about things that didn't happen.

"He's not an idiot. You can't hate him just because he beat Gryffindor in Quidditch!" Hermione said. "I heard he was a good student - and he was a prefect."

She seemed to want to end the topic with this.

"You just like him because he's handsome," said Ron acidly.

"Sorry, I don't like people just because they are handsome!" Hermione said angrily.

Is this a daily quarrel?

Did Fanlin notice that Hermione came towards him unconsciously, and suddenly, he was still a little shy?

Fan Lin's face turned red, and Fan Lin's girlish heart...

Well……

However, the fake Moody has been much quieter. Fan Lin has not figured out his identity yet, but Moody's performance is already very obvious.

The Imperius Curse wants to leave something in his heart, as well as the peek of memory...

However, he is very busy now. He needs to think of a reasonable way to achieve his goal in the Three Witches Fighting Competition. Now he doesn't seem to have too much energy to pay attention to Fan Lin.

In the next week, no matter where they went, they seemed to hear only one topic, the Three Witches Fighting Competition!

All kinds of rumors are spreading among the students like highly contagious bacteria: who is going to compete for the Hogwarts championship, what will be involved in the competition, and how will the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang compete with each other? They are different.

They even dug up some of Fanlin's communication life in Beauxbatons. God knows where they came from. Some things even made Fan Lin himself almost believe them.

At the same time, everyone also noticed that the castle seemed to be undergoing a thorough cleaning. Several dirty paintings had been taken down, much to the displeasure of their subjects, who sat huddled in the frames and cursed viciously. , when they touched the pale red face, they closed their eyes again as if they couldn't bear to look at it.

Those suits of armor suddenly became shiny, and they no longer made any squeak when walking around. Mr. Filch, the director of school appearance and discipline (a position worth complaining about!), became extremely angry when the students forgot to clean their shoes. He even threw two First graders were so frightened that they became sick.

The other professors seemed weird too.

"Neville, please don't reveal in front of the Beauxbatons students that you can't even do a simple transformation spell!"

McGonagall said this to Neville at the end of a particularly difficult lesson in which he accidentally connected his ear to a cactus.

On the morning of October 0, they went down to have breakfast and found that the hall had been decorated overnight. Huge silk strips hung from the wall. Each strip represented a class of Hogwarts, painted in red with golden lions. The long one is Gryffindor, the blue one with the golden eagle is Ravenclaw, the yellow one with the black badger is Hufflepuff, and the green one with the silver snake is Slytherin.

Behind the staff desk is the largest long banner with the Hogwarts logo on it: a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake, all surrounding a large "Hogwarts".

The four of them saw Fred and George, for the second time, at the Gryffindor table, sitting unusually away from the others, whispering.

"Okay, this is Bagmon's IOU." George said to Fred displeased, "But if he doesn't want to talk to us in person, we have to deliver the letter to him or put it in his hand. , He can’t always avoid us.”

"Who's avoiding you?" Ron asked, sitting down nearby.

"Bagmon wants to avoid you." Fred was annoyed at Ron's interruption.

"What's that?" Ron asked George.

"He has a brother as talkative as you!" said George.

"Do you two know anything about the Three Wizards Tournament?" Harry asked, "Is there any way to get through it?"

"I asked McGonagall how to choose the champion, but she wouldn't tell me." George said angrily, "She just told me to shut up."

"What kind of event is it?" Ron pondered. "You know, I'm sure we can do it, Harry. We've done dangerous things before..."

"Not in front of a group of judges, you haven't," said Fred. "Professor McGonagall said the players will get extra points based on how well they performed."

"Who is the referee?" Harry asked.

"Well, the principals of participating schools are always members of the judging panel," Hermione said, and everyone else looked at her in surprise.

"Because in the 179 competition, all three principals were injured. At that time, a brown bear that the contestants wanted to capture crashed everywhere."

She noticed that they were all looking at her, and with her usual impatience with books that no one else had read, she said, "It's all in the Hogwarts History. Of course, that book isn't complete." Believe it or not, it should be renamed "The Revised History of Hogwarts" to be more accurate, or "The Selected History of Hogwarts". The dark side of the school is covered up in the book."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, but Harry thought he knew what she was going to say next.

"Servant elves!" Hermione said loudly, confirming Harry's thoughts. "In more than a thousand pages, "The History of Hogwarts" does not mention it once. We all oppressed a hundred slaves. accomplice!"

Harry shook his head and ate his scrambled eggs. The indifference between him and Ron did not affect Hermione's determination to appeal for the servant elf. Indeed, they both spent two coins to buy a badge, but in that way Just to calm her down.

But their money seemed to have been wasted, because their approach, if anything, only made Hermione talk more. She has been pestering them ever since, first to wear badges, then to persuade others to do the same. She even likes to wander around the Gryffindor Hall every night, stopping people from putting the collection box under their noses and shaking it.

And dragging in Vanlin, this is where Harry sympathizes with Vanlin the most, this is not a fun thing.

"Do you know? The people who change your sheets, light the stove, clean the classroom, and prepare your meals are a group of unpaid enslaved creatures!" She still said angrily.

Some, like Neville, had donated just to avoid Hermione's glares, some were mildly interested but unwilling to take any further active part in the campaign, many took the whole thing as a joke, and some were admirers...

Ron turned his eyes to the ceiling, where the autumn sun shone on them, and Fred was particularly interested in his steak (the twins refused to buy a badge), but George leaned over to Hermione.

"Listen, Hermione, have you been in the kitchen?"

"Yes," Hermione said rudely, "but I don't think students can--"

"Then you should know that they adapt well to life there," George said, "It can be said that no house-elves live more comfortably than them, and castle labor is not a problem for them at all, anyway, it's magic."

"There are always times when magic can't be used," Hermione said angrily, "and this is slavery, which can't cover up the fact..."

The hall became noisy, and Hermione's voice was faintly muffled.

Once the issue of house-elves is touched upon, Hermione becomes easily angry, and there is nothing she can do about it.

Things immediately become less pleasant.

Hermione ate angrily, and it seemed that no one wanted to pay attention to her. Fanlin sat obediently aside, which felt extremely awkward.

Fortunately, it was the time for the owl to deliver the letter, and the letter from home diverted Hermione's attention, which made things much better.

The arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang teams became something that everyone was looking forward to. Of course, there was also the Triwizard Tournament. There was no little wizard who did not dream of becoming a representative of a school, especially when the strongest candidate of Hogwarts had been ruled out. (To be continued)