Chapter 598 The Crucible on the Head (Revised, Sincere Thanks to Alliance Leader Tang Mitang and the Eldest Man of the Ba Yun Family)

On the day of the carnival, Alan was woken up. Without the magic spell to help silence him, the boiling and noisy sound coming from outside made it impossible for him to fall asleep again. He climbed up, but Ravenclaw was nowhere to be found in the treehouse. On the large desk, Ravenclaw left him a bag of coins for him to use as pocket money for the carnival - just like Just as Luna had accepted the salary, Allen didn't feel any strange emotions about accepting this little money. Allen weighed it and found that there should be quite a lot in it.

Through the window of the tree house, you can see the bustling, noisy and happy people below. After briefly washing up, Allen took out the complete outfit that Ravenclaw had prepared for him before, only to find that things were not as simple as he thought...

"Wouldn't it take two or three hundred years for this kind of clothing to become popular in the Muggle world... It seems that unlike modern times, wizards, not Muggles, were more fashionable in ancient times..." Alan looked at it with embarrassment. The tights, one black and one blue, covered with silver - there is a triangular piece missing from the lower abdomen to the crotch, which is not covered by the fabric. I think it is more convenient when using tools for urination...

After struggling for a while, Allen made up his mind, put on the tight pants, and put his feet into a pair of high-top leather boots with pointed toes that had no soles or heels. After looking in the mirror with his back turned, he found that his groin was a little stretched... This made Allen quickly put on the tight leather jacket that was dyed dark blue and had a hem length that was slightly lower than his knees, and tied it on I breathed a sigh of relief after taking off my leather belt.

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

Finally, with the long-tailed hat that looked dazzling like an Indian turban on his head, and a dark blue inner and black outer cloak, Allen nodded to the mirror with a Malfoy-like expression, "It's a pity that this era Without a half-hand sword, I don’t know how to swordsmanship, otherwise I would be able to COS Fiore Di Liberi..."

After leaving the tree house, Allen looked at the scene in front of him. It was hard to imagine that such a completely opposite change would occur. They had pulled many pennant flag ropes across the big oak tree where Helga's Tavern was located. Connections decorate the giant tree, and the lawn near the tree house has swept away the peaceful atmosphere of the past and replaced it with a scene of carnival and excitement. Groups of wizards appeared from all directions, jumping out of every colorful tent and jumping off every weird broom.

On the stage made of wooden shelves, clowns in messy colors and lantern-sleeved clothes were throwing candy bars and bouquets stuffed with flowers made in the Hufflepuff Tavern to the children; strangely dressed wizard merchants were shouting, Selling all kinds of strange magic products; some food stalls that seemed to be crude in Allen's eyes were catching the feet of passers-by, and the aroma wafting around still made him feel more appetizing even though he hadn't had breakfast yet; wearing a robe and a hood Men and women, as well as revelers in fancy costumes, were all noisy and dancing. Flowers flew up in handfuls, forming a colorful world.

Alan glanced at the Hufflepuff Tavern. Although they had placed many tables and chairs outside, there were still too many people. This made him give up the idea of ​​going over to take a look now. He walked among the crowds. Those street stalls, but found that nothing aroused my interest.

"It's such a pity that 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 encounter it next time!"

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

Allen was walking in the crowd and heard someone talking. When he turned around and wanted to ask, he found that he couldn't tell who was talking about this from the chaotic crowd...

As it approached noon, the noise became louder and louder. In front of every vendor, in every tent, and in front of every wooden shelf, not a single mouth was silent, not a single arm was still. In this grand event, Allen looked around. After looking around, he finally started to feel bored, so he bought some butterfly biscuits and roasted rabbit meat. He planned to visit Ravenclaw's Divination House and give him some food by the way.

"Twelve handsome and strong men gathered in the arena,

The crucible is tied to the leash, waiting quietly to fly,

Hearing a trumpet sound, they quickly jumped into the sky,

…

However, the ten heroic athletes are destined to die. "

The man's song that had been enchanted spread throughout the area, and a group of wizards heard the song and ran past Allen, shouting excitedly.

Allen followed their route curiously. The further they walked, the more noisy and joyous he felt. When he came to the arena with the crucible above his head, the scene was simply a man-made rush. The cheers were like thunder, confetti, Bouquets, ribbons, oranges and flowers were flying, mixed with the banging of stones and the sound of cauldrons, it was like a heavy rainstorm mixed with large hailstones.

But soon after the first warrior was hit and killed by a enchanted boulder suspended 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. Every time the horn sounds, as many as a hundred enchanted stones, large and small, that have been hanging a hundred feet above the ground will begin to smash to the ground. Next, the contestants, who seem to be mainly Scots, ride up and down on flying broomsticks and catch the falling stones with the cauldron above their heads. The one who 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 people in this kind of competition. They mostly discuss it with regret. It seems that in their eyes, this sport is the biggest test of manliness and courage. , so everyone will not be afraid of death.

Seeing another wizard being kicked, Alan shook his head. He remembered that in the opinion of Kenilworth Whisp, a Quidditch expert and author of the book "The Origins of Quidditch", this sport may be possible. It was the inspiration for the Bludger in Quidditch.

The game on the field is still going on, and those who are still brave enough to challenge in the face of death are the real warriors - adhering to this belief, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net The wizards on the field are still flying in the air, and they are so agile in their movements. It was unimaginable, and Alan couldn't help but feel amazed by his courage. The boulders kept hitting the crucible, and the debris flew everywhere. One after another, the contestants who were hit fell from the air with bloody heads.

Fortunately, Hufflepuff is an excellent healer and has a kind heart. She arranged a group of apprentices here early to wait for rescue, so the injured contestants were able to receive proper treatment quickly - this also made Ellen Some voices of dissatisfaction emerged from the crowd watching around them. Some of them complained that too few people died...

On the field, a sturdy man in his thirties with red hair as thick as a mane and a red beard stood out. He used a flying broom without a cushion charm to fly through the air like lightning - although in Allen's eyes It seems that compared with the products of his era, these brooms are surprisingly slow and the workmanship is too rough, but this does not prevent the red-haired man from being obviously faster than others. He has successfully caught many rocks. .

Even though blood flowed to his cheek, he still laughed and continued to move forward. With this coexistence of strength and courage, he successfully stimulated all the audience to cheer excitedly.

Two more warriors who were not so lucky were killed by boulders before they could be rescued. In the end, a huge bell was rung three times in a row, and the red-haired man won the final victory.

The champion's face was covered with blood, which made him look very ferocious, but he told the Hufflepuff apprentices that he would receive treatment later - he went directly to the stage and extended his hand to the audience.

Already conquered by his performance, the audience, who felt extremely excited and respectful, burst into cheers.