Chapter 598 The Crucible Above the Head

On the day of the carnival, Allen was woken up. There was no magic spell to help mute the sound, and the boiling and noisy sound from outside made him unable to sleep again. He got up, but there was no sign of Ravenclaw in the tree house. On the large desk, the bag of coins Ravenclaw left him was used as pocket money for the carnival—like Just like Luna accepted the salary back then, Alan didn't feel any strange emotions about accepting this little money. Alan weighed it and found that there should be a lot of it.

Through the window of the tree house, you can see the bustling, noisy and happy crowd below. After a brief wash, Allen took out the complete outfit that Ravenclaw had prepared for him before, only to realize that things were not as simple as he imagined...

"Wouldn't it take two or three hundred years for this kind of clothing to become popular in the Muggle world... It seems different from modern times. In ancient times, wizards were more fashionable than Muggles..." Allen looked at it rather embarrassed The trouser legs are black and blue, and are covered with silver tights - there is still a triangle missing from the lower abdomen to the crotch, which is not covered by the cloth, presumably for the convenience of using tools when urinating...

After struggling for a while, Allen gave up his mind. After putting on the tights, he put his feet into the pair of pointed high-top leather boots without soles and heels. After looking in the mirror with his back turned, he found that his groin was a bit stretched out... This made Alan hurriedly put on the tight leather jacket that was dyed dark blue and the hem length was less than knee length, and tied it up. After taking off the leather belt, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Allen, who put on soft deerskin gloves and looked in the mirror, noticed that his light blond hair frowned in the mirror, "Why would a savage cover his face with a molten gold belt... ..."

Finally, Alan nodded to the mirror with a Malfoy-style fart expression, "Unfortunately, this era I don't have a half-handed sword, and I don't know swordsmanship, otherwise I can COS under Fiore Di Liberi..."

After leaving the tree house, Allen looked at the scene in front of him. It was hard to imagine such a diametrically opposite change. They and Helga's tavern were located on the big oak tree where many triangular flag ropes were pulled and crossed. The connection is decorated with this giant tree, and the lawn near the tree house swept away the peaceful atmosphere of the past and replaced it with a scene of carnival and boiling. Swarms of wizards sprang up from all directions, leaping out of every colorful tent and jumping off every grotesque broom.

On the stage made of wooden frames, clowns in messy colors and lantern sleeves are throwing sugar cubes and bouquets stuffed with Hufflepuff taverns to the children; wizard businessmen in weird costumes are shouting loudly, Selling all kinds of strange magic goods; some food stalls that look crude in Alan keep the feet of passers-by, and the aroma wafting around still makes him feel more appetizing if he has not had breakfast; wearing a long robe and a hood The men and women of the festival, as well as the revelers in strange clothes, all of them are noisy and dancing, and the flowers are flying up in handfuls, forming a colorful world.

Alan glanced at the Hufflepuff Tavern. Although they had placed a lot of tables and chairs outside, there were still too many people, which made him give up the idea of ​​going to have a look now. He walked in the crowd Those street stalls, but found that there was nothing that aroused his interest.

"It's a pity, I didn't bring enough coins and goods. The rooster egg just showed up, and was bought by that monkey face at a high price. I don't know when I will meet it next time!"

"You didn't recognize who he is? Even if you bring enough money, you can't compete with him... Be careful what you say. Although private fighting is strictly prohibited at the carnival, if he hears it, he will trouble you afterwards. This person His temper is said to be not good..."

Allen was walking in this crowd, and heard someone talking, and when he turned his head to ask, he found that he couldn't tell who was talking about it just now from the chaotic crowd...

As it gets closer to noon,

The noise grew louder, and before every vendor, in every tent, before every wooden shelf, not a mouth was silent, not an arm was still, and in this grand event, Alan looked left and right After all, he began to feel bored, so he bought some butterfly salty pretzels and roasted rabbit meat. He was going to visit Ravenclaw's divination house and give him some food by the way.

"Twelve handsome and strong sons gathered in the arena,

The crucible on the leash waits silently for flight,

At the sound of a trumpet they sped to the sky,

...

However, the athletes of the ten heroes are doomed to die. "

The singing of the man who had cast the magic spread throughout the area, and a group of wizards ran past Allen, shouting excitedly when they heard the singing.

Allen followed their route curiously. The further he walked, the more noisy and jubilant he felt. When he came to the arena with the cauldron above his head, the scene was like a man-made hurricane. The cheers were like thunder, confetti, Bouquets, ribbons, oranges, and flowers danced, mixed with the pounding of stones and cauldrons, almost like a rainstorm with great hailstones.

But soon when the first warrior was hit and killed by a cursed boulder hanging a hundred feet above the ground, the cheers of the audience turned into exclamations-in Allen's view , this is an extremely violent and extremely dangerous game, and every time the horn is sounded, as many as a hundred enchanted stones, large and small, which have been suspended a hundred feet above the ground, will start to smash to the ground Next, the contestants—mostly Scots, it seems—will ride up and down on flying broomsticks, catch falling stones with a cauldron overhead, and whoever catches the most stones is the winner.

But judging from the reactions of the surrounding audience, it is obvious that they have long been accustomed to the death of this kind of game. They discussed it more regretfully. It seems that in their eyes, this sport is the greatest test of manliness and courage. , so everyone will not retreat because of death.

Seeing another wizard being fired, Allen shook his head. He remembered that in the view of Kennyworth Whisp, a Quidditch expert and author of "Tracing the Origin of Quidditch", this sport might Inspired by the Bludger in Quidditch.

The competition on the field is still going on, and the real warriors are those who still dare to challenge in the face of death. With this belief, the wizards on the field are still flying in the air. I couldn't help but be amazed, the huge boulders kept hitting the crucible, and the fragments splashed everywhere, and one after another, the contestants who were hit fell from the air with their heads broken and bloody.

Fortunately, Hufflepuff is an excellent therapist and has a kind heart. She arranged for a group of apprentices to wait for rescue here early on, so the injured contestants will be able to receive proper treatment soon—this also made Alan Some voices of dissatisfaction emerged from the surrounding crowd, some of them complained that too few people died...

On the field, a robust man in his thirties with mane-like thick red hair and a red beard was particularly eye-catching. It seems that the speed of these brooms is surprisingly slow compared to the products of his era, and the workmanship is too rough, but this does not prevent the speed of this red-haired man from being obviously faster than others, and he has successfully caught many stones .

Even though the blood was streaming down his cheeks, he still laughed and continued to move forward. With such strength and courage coexisting, he successfully stimulated all the audience present to cheer excitedly.

Two more unlucky warriors were crushed to death by boulders before they could be rescued. In the end, a huge bell was rang three times in a row, and the red-haired man won the final victory.

The champion's face was covered in blood, which made him look very hideous, but he told the Hufflepuff apprentices that he would receive treatment later-he went straight to the stage and held out his hand to the audience.

Already conquered by his performance, the excited and admiring audience burst into cheers.