Chapter 542 The Coming Visitor

Aike was not as calm as Keresis, and the rapid running just now exhausted most of his energy.

He slid slowly off Buckbeak's back, feeling his knees tremble.

His muscles are aching all over his body now, and even his breathing hurts like fire.

Buckbeak turned his head, his big amber eyes looked at Ai who was supporting his body incomprehensibly.

Ai smiled wryly and told Buckbeak to leave.

He walked slowly towards Hagrid's hut. Although he was extremely tired, the rewards of this expedition were beyond imagination.

After witnessing the powerful magic, Ai decided to change his research direction.

Focus on the ancient magic and the magic recorded in the "Book of Abraham", and figure out the magic theory involved in it as soon as possible.

Ai sat with Hagrid for more than an hour, drinking tea and discussing the issue of raising snails.

He didn't know how the snails, fire crabs, and manticores in the ruins would end up, but in such a large-scale collapse, they must also die.

If Hagrid knew about this, he would definitely cry again.

When it was almost five o'clock and the sun was slowly setting, Ai Cai dragged his exhausted body back to the castle.

No sooner had he entered the castle foyer than he saw a large crowd of students crowded around a large poster erected at the foot of the marble staircase.

"What happened?" Ai asked, with Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff next to him.

He squeezed his way out of the crowd, his eyes sparkling,

"It's only been a week!" Ernie said excitedly.

"What's only a week away?"

"Triwizard Tournament!" Ernie replied quickly, trembling slightly because of the excitement, "The notice just posted by the school, representatives of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be held on Friday, October 30 at 6 p.m. Arrived at 10:00, the afternoon class will end half an hour earlier, then please send your schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle, welcome our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet."

"Oh, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming?!" Ai suddenly realized that the time was almost the nearest.

He had received a letter from Gabriel not long ago, telling Ai that Beauxbaton's students were ready to go.

Not surprisingly, her older sister Fleur performed very well in the school's internal primary election, and was very favored by Madam Maxime. Gabriel also became the only Beauxbaton junior student who had the opportunity to visit Hogwarts .

"Ai, you are here, I haven't seen you all day, what are you doing?!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed out of the crowd happily, and they had just read the notice.

"I went to ask Professor Moody about some things about the course." Ai said simply.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" Ernie said, "I don't know if Cedric knows about this, I'm going to tell him."

"Cedric?" Ron said dazedly after Ernie hurried away.

"It's Diggory!" said Harry. "He's definitely up for the Tournament."

"I remembered, that idiot, he also wants to be a Hogwarts warrior?" Ron frowned.

They pushed past the chattering crowd and headed for the auditorium.

"He's not an idiot, you don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch," said Hermione. "I hear he's an excellent student, and a prefect."

Listening to her tone, it seems that the prefect speaks for itself.

"Oh, really?!" Ron frowned, as if trying to refute Hermione.

But in the end they didn't say anything. Since the last incident, the two of them have been cautious in getting along recently.

In the following week, while Ai was concentrating on studying magic, obvious changes took place inside the castle.

No matter where you go these days, people seem to only talk about one thing: the Triwizard Tournament.

Rumors swirl among the students like highly contagious germs: who will be vying to be Hogwarts champions, what events the Tournament will have, what the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have to do with them Different and so on.

Ai is naturally a favorite for Hogwarts, although he does not meet the seventeen-year-old standard set by Dumbledore.

But there are still a lot of people who think he will find a way to compete and become a warrior.

After this rumor had been hotly discussed for a while, it came to an abrupt end.

The news that Ai did not intend to become a warrior to participate in the Tournament spread from the Gryffindor circle.

While feeling sorry for and thankful for Ai, the young wizards also chose the strongest student in their minds.

Most of the senior wizards who have reached the age of seventeen seem to think that they have the possibility of becoming a warrior.

While everyone was talking, the castle was also thoroughly cleaned.

Many of the grimy portraits were scrubbed clean, although those who were scrubbed were very unhappy about it.

They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering sullenly.

Every time I touched the newly exposed pink tender flesh on my face, I grinned in pain.

The armor on both sides of the corridor also suddenly became shiny, and they no longer creaked when they moved.

The janitor, Argus Filch, stood guard at the door of the auditorium every day during meals, and when he saw a student who forgot to wipe his shoes clean, he became furious and frightened two girls in the first grade into hysterics.

The other faculty and staff were also extremely nervous, trying to make everything look perfect.

On the morning of October 30th, when everyone went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been newly decorated.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each representing a Hogwarts house: Gryffindor on a red background with a golden lion, Laclaw on a blue background with a bronze eagle, and a golden lion on a yellow background. The one with the black badger is Hufflepuff, and the one with the green background and a silver python is Slytherin.

Behind the teacher's desk hangs the biggest banner.

On it is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: a lion, eagle, badger, and snake joined together, surrounded by a large letter h.

Ai, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Colin and Ginny looked around and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

Next to them, Fred and George were discussing something in low voices, avoiding the crowd unusually.

Ludo Bagman was avoiding them, and all the letters the twins wrote to him some time ago were sent back intact.

"It's not pleasant, I admit," said George to Fred despondently, "but if he won't talk to us face to face, we'll have to mail him the letter, or put it straight into his hand, He can't hide from us forever."

"Who is avoiding you?" Ron said curiously, walked over and sat down beside them.

"Nobody, I wish you'd avoid us," said Fred, seeming annoyed to be interrupted.

"What's not pleasant?" Ron asked George.

"Because of such a nosy, silly brother like you," George replied. (To be continued.)

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