Chapter 310 On-Campus Selection for the Goblet of Fire
【Harry Potter: The Strongest Senior】 【】
The month and a half before the holiday is a torturous one for the fifth and seventh grade students.
It looked like Cassius's face looked listless and tired as if he hadn't slept in a few days.
"Cheer up, you have an exam tomorrow." Sean encouraged.
Cassius said weakly, "I can't cheer up. I haven't been able to sleep for several days. I'm too stressed."
"Isn't it that exaggerated? Is it because I have exam syndrome?" Sean said. "Don't be so nervous. The worst possible outcome is selling fruit in Diagon Alley."
"Thank you for being comforted." Cassius said with a sad face.
Chris patted Sean and said, "Stop teasing him. He's nervous enough."
Compared with the nervousness of the candidates, Sean was in very good condition in this short period of time. In less than half a month, he mastered two new magic spells. They were both stolen from his teammates during the summer vacation at Alcatraz Island.
A "waterspout", stolen from Constantine, this trick forced the octopus and crab out of the water. It is an intermediate magic with 12 magic frames.
A Newt's freezing magic "Quick Freeze", which restrained the octopus and crab that wanted to escape, with 14 magic frames.
Learning new magic is one thing, and on the other hand, thanks to the help of the magic recovery array, Sean consumes magic and restores magic more frequently, which also increases the upper limit of his magic power.
In the game, it can be compared to proficiency. Swinging a sword a thousand times in a row can increase one level, and Sean can swing it faster than others.
On the day of the exam, the Ministry of Magic sent people to deliver the exam papers and staff to assist the professors in grading.
Whether it was the written test or the practical operation, Sean performed very steadily. However, in the practical operation, he did not use a wand or silent method to cast spells, but behaved like other candidates.
The week-and-a-half devilish exam week finally comes to an end at the end of June, and the final results will be mailed home in early July.
Some are happy and some are sad, students with good grades are chatting and laughing, those with average grades are relieved, and Cassius is so depressed.
"This summer vacation, I will go to your bar to serve dishes." Cassius said to Sean.
"Why, you want to work during the summer vacation?" Sean asked.
"No, I might as well drop out of school and work long-term at Old Tom's." Cassius' words made Sean dumbfounded.
Sean joked, "Old Tom is very stingy, you might as well go to the Pig's Head Bar and sell barbecue."
"I burst into tears." Cassius said.
Chrissy on the side looked at Cassius's liveliness and smiled, "Okay, you will go home for vacation tomorrow, and we have to stay in school for selection."
During this period, the 28 students in the advanced class, especially the four fifth-grade students in the advanced class, were under the greatest pressure. They not only had to prepare for the exam, but also had to train two nights a week.
Before July 15th, the list of participating students from each school must be reported to the organizing committee.
Since the seventh graders have graduated, the selection will be carried out among the remaining 8 sixth graders and 4 fifth graders in the improvement class. Of course, after this summer vacation, the sixth graders will become the seventh graders, and Sean will also be promoted. Entered sixth grade.
"It shouldn't be a big problem to choose ten out of 12 people." Cedric's friend said.
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Cedric corrected, "We choose 9 out of 12 people. Sean is the default choice."
School is on holiday tomorrow, and the on-campus selection for the Goblet of Fire is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, July 1st.
"Kris, come on, I hope to see you on the field." Cassius left a message of encouragement to Chris before leaving school. Friends of other candidates also encouraged their friends in the same way.
"I'm so envious of the seniors. I didn't have the chance to see the four-school friendly matches, and I didn't have the chance to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. I wish I had been born two years earlier." Hermione said with emotion as she got on the train leaving school.
"I can't save you," Ron said.
Harry stood aside without saying a word. He had agreed that Sirius would find some connections to let him participate in the selection, but now he was on the train leaving school.
After a day's rest, 12 advanced students, plus Sean, gathered in the auditorium, and Dumbledore stood on the stage and said.
"The quota for the Goblet of Fire next semester will be chosen from among you."
The candidates below looked at each other, but no one looked at Sean.
"Except Sean, 9 of the 12 of you will be selected within today and reported to the organizing committee. The selection does not look at age or grade. It all depends on your daily study accumulation, utilization of knowledge, and maximum performance. own talents.”
Speaking of talents, the candidates below are still somewhat confident, especially the eight prospective seventh graders. In their view, Chrissy, Cedric, Angelina, and Roger are the only ones who have come and gone. Going through the motions.
The final list must be Sean plus eight of them, plus one lucky person to make up ten people.
"Professor, how will the selection be conducted?" asked a prospective seventh-year Gryffindor student.
"You have to experience this yourself." Dumbledore gave up, "Then the selection begins now."
"Ah." Such a rapid development made Sean a little surprised as to what method Lao Deng would use to assess them.
Dumbledore took out a handful of toffees from his pocket. Everyone was confused about what Dumbledore was going to do.
"Come on, everyone come to me and get a candy, and relax for a while before the selection begins." Dumbledore said with a smile.
Everyone had different thoughts. Penero, who had experience in competitions, carefully counted the candies in Lao Deng's hand and found exactly 12 candies, which meant that he had only prepared 12 candies in his pocket in advance.
Others stepped forward and took one. Some saw that Penello was not moving, so they imitated her and stayed still.
"Senior, you are too cautious." Sean walked to Penello and said. ΗTTPs:
This senior who was one year older than him and had played alongside him in a friendly match between four schools, it could be said that he learned a lot in that competition.
"This is different from the four-school competition. At that time, each grade had an internal decision. Now these guys are strong competitors, so it's better to be careful." Penero said.
Sean looked at the candy with his magic eyes. There was no magic at all, as if it was indeed candy.
However, while she was still cautious, someone had already opened the toffee and started eating it.
"Oh, there is a word in it, it seems to be 6." Roger, a Ravenclaw who is in sixth grade, said.
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Cedric, who was relatively familiar with him, stepped forward and took a look. There was a number written on the toffee wrapper.
"It seems that your number is not 6, but 9." Cedric said.
Then he opened his own candy and said, "This one is 6."
It turned out that there were numbers on the wrapping paper. People who took the candies opened them one after another, while those who didn't take the candies were still watching.
At this time, Dumbledore said, "Don't be nervous. This has no special meaning. It's just a matter of drawing lots to determine the order of selection."
"This old man has quite a lot of tricks up his sleeve." Sean thought to himself.
Chris also quickly opened the wrapping paper, and 11 was written on it.
The rest of the people who didn't take the candies also took the candies and unwrapped them, and everyone drew the order of their choice.
The cautious Penero drew No. 1, and he didn’t know whether it was good or bad.
"Let's go to the corner room on the third floor one by one in order. After the previous one comes back, the next one will pick up. Who is the one who drew number 1?" Dumbledore looked at the 12 people.
Peneiro raised his hand slightly nervously, "It's me."