Chapter 508 The Long-Lost Hogwarts Castle

"As you know, at the end of last semester, Dumbledore took me to Beauxbaton. He and Beauxbaton's current Mrs. Maxime took time to return to England to discuss this matter halfway through." Ivan explained. Said, "It was also at that time that I learned that Hogwarts was about to hold the Triwizard Tournament, which is a traditional event of three well-known magic schools in Europe..."

"Wait a minute, I remembered!" Hermione said suddenly, "I read it in the book "Evaluation of European Magic Education", the Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago A friendly competition between the largest wizarding schools. These three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school chooses a warrior, and then the three warriors compete against each other. Magical events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it, and it is agreed that it is a great way to form friendships between young wizards from different countries."

"It's held every five years?!" Ron said in amazement. "But I never knew that Bill, Charlie, and Percy must not have attended such a competition, nor had they been to the other two magic schools."

"Since the Triwizard Tournament has been interrupted for centuries, I can't believe they're going to resume..." said Hermione.

Next, everyone began to discuss various details of the Triwizard Tournament.

The sudden excitement and joy diluted the unhappiness brought by Malfoy, and even Ron's mood became better.

Needless to say, both Harry and Ron wanted to be Hogwarts champions.

Only Hermione thought it might be more dangerous.

The train kept going north, and the rain was getting heavier and harder.

The sky was dark and the car windows were covered with mist, so the lanterns were lit in broad daylight.

Ga la ga la, the small food cart was pushed along the aisle, and Ivan and Harry bought a lot of cakes and snacks.

In the afternoon, people started pouring into the cubicle non-stop.

Most of them came to see Ivan, and everyone knew what Ivan was doing in the Quidditch World Cup.

For a while, the cubicle was packed with people inside and out, and it was dark.

Among them, there are some that Aiwen knows, and some he doesn't know. Almost all the little wizards come here.

They talked endlessly with Ivan about the magic he cast and the attack at the World Cup. Hermione seemed to feel nothing interesting, and began to bury her head in reading "Standard Spells, Level 4" and tried to learn a flying spell.

By the time Ivan finally sent Colin away, the train was already approaching Hogwarts.

They had just changed into their school uniforms when the car door opened, and thunder rumbled in the air.

The little wizards got off the train one after another, lowering their heads and squinting in the pouring rain.

It was raining hard and fast, like buckets of cold water were pouring on each of them.

"Hagrid!" Harry yelled, seeing a huge figure on the other side of the platform.

Behind Harry, Ivan, Ron, and Hermione hurried over to say hello.

"Hello!" Hagrid replied gruffly. "I'll see you at the banquet if we don't get drowned!"

According to the usual practice, the first-year students were ferried across the lake by Hagrid and entered the Hogwarts castle.

Ivan watched as Hagrid gathered some very young children around him and led them towards the dark lake.

Because in the first grade, he flew over with Harry and Ron in the car, so he didn't experience this tradition.

"Oh, I can't imagine ferrying across the lake in this weather." Hermione said excitedly, trembling all over.

They moved little by little with the flow of people and walked across the dark platform.

Outside the station, a hundred horseless carriages were waiting for everyone.

Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville quickly climbed into one of them, only to feel relieved.

The door was slammed shut, and a moment later, with a violent jolt, the long carriage started rumbling along the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, splashing water all the way.

Carriages pass through gates flanked by sculptures of winged boars and drive down the wide driveway.

Due to the strong wind, the carriage shook violently.

Ten minutes later, the huge silhouette of Hogwarts Castle appeared in the dark night, and many lighted windows shone dimly behind the thick rain curtain.

Their carriage came to a halt at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oaken gates, when a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

The people in the carriage ahead had hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle.

Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville jumped out of the carriage, and ran up the stone steps in three steps at a time.

It was not until they entered the cave-like hall that they raised their heads.

The torches are lit in the foyer, the marble staircase is magnificent, and everything is so familiar and warm.

"My God!" said Ron, shaking his head so hard that the water dripped all over the place. "If it keeps going like this, the lake will flood. I'm a drowned...  ..oops!!!"

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and exploded over Ron's head.

Ron was drenched in water, muttering in his mouth, stumbled and dodged, and fell on top of Harry next to him.

"Be careful!" Ivan said hurriedly, pulling Hermione.

Hermione's foot slipped, and her whole body lay on Ivan's body.

At the same moment, a second water bomb fell, narrowly missing Hermione, and exploding at the feet of both of them.

The people around screamed and pushed each other, all wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Aiwen looked up and saw Peeves floating twenty feet above their heads, who loved to play pranks.

He is short in stature, wears a hat with a bell, an orange bow tie, and holds a water polo in his hand.

He made a grimace at Ivan, aiming at him as a target, the muscles on that mischievous big face tensed.

Before he could drop the balloon in his hand, Ivan pulled out his wand as quickly as possible.

The water-filled balloon didn't fall, but floated beside Peeves.

With a bang, the balloon exploded, and all the icy lake water splashed on Butt Ghost without a trace falling.

Followed by the water balloons beside Peeves, they exploded one after another.

The spiritual water drenched Peeves, and he was the only ghost in Hogwarts that could touch the entity.

"Damn Ivan kid!" Peeves screamed and disappeared into the depths of the corridor.

Behind them, the little wizards discussed in a low voice, and applauded Ivan one after another.

Ivan was very famous at Hogwarts before, but since the Quidditch World Cup incident, this reputation has obviously risen to another level.

Everyone seems to have extra expectations and admiration for all his performances. With this trend, Ivan has become the most powerful little wizard in Hogwarts, and the recognized first person. (To be continued.)