Chapter 243 Heading Towards the Magic Flame!

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The sun is rising outside the window, and it will sprinkle a ray of warm light on the earth. The pleasant climate dispels the coldness of the past, and puts a golden coat on Hogwarts Castle.

In the conference room next to the auditorium, sunlight slanted through the windows, filling the emptiness here.

Of course, this is a emptiness that belongs to "Maca" alone because he has no family members at all.

Fleur's younger sister, Gabriel de la Cour, is holding her mother's hand. Facing the sun, her big watery eyes flicker, staring blankly at "Maca" standing alone by the window, bathed in the morning sun.

From Gabrielle's point of view, "Maka" just happened to block the rising sun, making her almost unable to see the other party's expression clearly.

All she could see was the silhouette of a boy... outlined by the bright rising sun.

"Oh, the wind is so noisy today!"

An inexplicable exclamation came gently from the direction of the sun, accompanied by a warm spring breeze, and the messy hair blown by the wind... The exclamation was as ethereal as a cloud of smoke, but with a little inexplicable solemnity.

"..."

Gabriel pursed her lips and was silent for a while. Immediately afterwards, she suddenly let go of her mother's hand and took a brave step forward.

"Mr. McLean, the wind itself has no sound!"

The corners of the skirt at the girl's feet fluttered slightly, causing layer after layer of ripples.

"Maka"'s face froze, but then he regained his composure.

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat, ignoring the girl's solemn correction, "...but the wind seems to be weeping softly..."

"Mr. McLean!" Gabriel looked at him with pure eyes and said earnestly, "The wind doesn't cry!"

Fu Rong quickly stretched out her hand to pull her, and then looked at "Maka" together with her mother with some strange eyes. In fact, Fu Rong was just puzzled, but the mother of the two sisters frowned slightly.

"Gabriel, don't talk to strange people." She took her little daughter's hand again and whispered in French.

Unfortunately, this "Maca" can really understand French now.

Embarrassment flashed across his face for a moment, but he immediately tightened his face, trying hard to maintain his coquettish appearance.

"Maca?"

Before Delacour, mother and daughter could continue to say anything, Hermione suddenly spoke up...

"...Maka, don't you want to go together?" She beckoned and said, "That...it's rare that my father and mother are here, let's go outside to enjoy the sun together? Hmm...and that...' Hustle 'wind of?"

"Miss Granger, is the wind... um..."

Gabriel's mother simply covered her daughter's mouth. She didn't understand. Are all these warriors old bards? What are you talking about here?

However, the "Maca" standing against the wind in the sun seemed to be scratched at an itch all of a sudden, and the surprise on its face could hardly be concealed.

"Hmm..." He straightened his expression, and suddenly turned around and walked towards Hermione, "Let's go! Take advantage of this wind to bring some bad things into Hogwarts!"

But at this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and it was Ron who hurried in.

Didn't he take the test? How would it appear here?

"Maca!" Ron supported his knees, panting, "Oops! I" he swallowed hard, "...my cauldron is leaking again! Can you lend me yours? Do I use it?"

"Maka" stopped walking, took a deep breath, and nodded stiffly.

"...Yes, of course." He turned to walk towards Ron, and said in a very resentful tone, "but I want to tell you one thing first"

"The junk shop in Diagon Alley has a lot of used cauldrons for sale,

They're all half price...why don't you go and buy two more as a spare? "

The wind in June is not so noisy. As for the crucible, no matter whether it is full price or half price, once it is time to leak, it will naturally leak.

By the way, an insignificant thing, British potato chips are really bad!

...

The whole day today was spent in peace, at least for the warriors and their respective parents and elders, this is indeed the case.

Lockhart, disguised as Maca, hadn't tried to attract the little girl's attention since his big stumble in the conference room.

"What's wrong with the girls now? Remember back then, many young girls liked this kind of literary bard style?"

On the sloping lawn by the lake, Lockhart sat on the ground, muttering in confusion with his eyes slightly closed...

"Could it be that... I'm already out of date?"

It wasn't until the sun went down that he was called to the auditorium for the last supper before the game.

Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge sat on the side of the teaching staff. Bagman looked very happy, but Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Madam Maxim, kept his face sullen and said nothing.

Madam Maxime buried her head in her meal, her eyes seemed to be a little red, and Hagrid on the other side of the table kept looking at her.

The dinner was richer than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much, because everyone was very nervous now, including Lockhart who was disguised as Maca.

When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple night, Dumbledore stood up behind the teaching staff, and everyone fell silent immediately.

"Ladies and gentlemen... In five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament! Now, please follow Mr. Bagman to the stadium Get ready."

All four warriors rose to their feet. Everyone's expressions are different. Fleur seems to be hesitant, while "Maca" is slightly lost in thought with lowered eyes. Hermione is relatively better, but the most nervous one is our Mr. Potter.

"Feeling all right, Harry?" Bagman asked as they descended the stone steps. "Confident?"

"Oh, yes," said Harry.

Of course, this was casually coping with it. He kept reviewing and remembering all the spells he had practiced in his mind, but it didn't make him feel any better.

On the other side, "Maka", who had been lowering his eyes all the time, suddenly raised his head, with a trace of deeply hidden firmness in his eyes.

When they walked into the Quidditch pitch, they found that everything here had become completely unrecognizable.

A wide circular platform was built on the original Quidditch pitch, completely covering the previous huge hole and lawn.

In the center of this circular platform, a disc-shaped shallow pit was dug out, surrounded by four half-person-high gray-white stone pillars.

And on the top of the stone pillars, there are bottles of transparent medicine bottles filled with powder particles of different colors. Could it be Floo powder? But why are there so many colors?

The entire venue looked like an empty altar, and the four warriors were undoubtedly the candidates for the sacrifices.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the surrounding stands.

Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps.

The sky is now a clear dark blue, with the stars gradually revealing themselves. They are flickering as always, like countless pairs of eyes, watching everything here.

Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the stadium, walking towards Bagman and the warriors. They all had big, shining red stars on their hats except Hagrid, whose red star was on the back of his terry vest.

"We will always be here," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors, "if you encounter difficulties, want to be rescued or decide to abstain, use the fire spell to ignite the powder in the bottle, and we will have someone to help you, understand Yet?"

"Professor, is that Floo powder?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said: "Yes, those are Floo powders specially ordered for this project. When they are ignited, the Floo network nodes fixed in the bottle will arouse the magic flames on the ground and connect to them. A Floo network route between the two places."

"...But this special Floo powder is very expensive, and it can only be used once. Please judge the timing of use carefully, understand?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, go and ignite the magic flames that are sent randomly!" Bagman said happily to the four rescuers.

"Good luck, Maca, Harry, Hermione."

After Hagrid finished speaking in a low voice, the four of them walked towards the "altar" in the middle and stood beside the four pillars. Then, Professor McGonagall took out a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the shallow depression.

Suddenly, a flame suddenly rose high, turning the place into a bright green bonfire.

Then Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and said "loud voice", and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! The current leader is Maca McLean with 88 points, temporarily ranked first, Durmster Lang School of Magic!"

There were not too many applause and cheers, but they were definitely not too few. Many Maca-loving students were applauding hard, breaking the silence of the night sky.

"The second place is Harry Potter with 73 points, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" There was another burst of applause, and the home court advantage gave him more encouragement.

"Hermione Granger has 64 points, ranking third, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Compared with Harry, Hermione received much less applause. After all, Harry's legendary experience made him destined to gain a lot of points in others' hearts.

"Finally the fourth place, Fleur Delacour with 62 points, Beauxbaton School of Magic!"

Only Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and Hermione were applauding politely for Fleur in the middle row, and Beauxbaton's students were the only ones who could be made out.

Of course, there is also the depressed Madam Maxim, she seems to think that there must be something wrong with Fleur being two points lower than Hermione!

At this moment, Bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hands energetically.

"Now...Mr. McLean, please listen to my whistle!" He shouted loudly, "Three...two...! Let's go to the magic flame!"