Chapter 317 Duel Club

Happiness, ugh, the time of pain is always short.

After Hermione withdrew her eyes from Professor McGonagall, Fleur also stopped the small movements of her mouth and hands, and used magic to clean up the traces.

In Hermione's eyes, Fleur was just a nuisance who disturbed her good deeds, not a thieving cat.

So, she just snorted and returned to the Gryffindor table, and after seeing Fleur also sitting back at the Beauxbatons table.

And Basil

If someone is not affected by the sea of ​​subconsciousness, they will be very surprised.

How come there is a Basil Granger at the Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables.

This is the characteristic of being omnipresent and omnipresent.

Even behind Voldemort, who was doing Thomas Young's light interference experiment in the basement room of the Royal Academy of Sciences in London, there was a Basil.

He floated in the air, pointed his right hand, and Voldemort's brain was cut open and exposed to the air.

But Voldemort himself seemed unaware.

This is not because of Basil's superb skills. Although the cross section of Voldemort's head is very regular, no blood has seeped out, and the fluid in the brain is swaying as if the scalp and skull are still there.

But this is actually all due to the influence of the subconscious sea.

Now the subconscious sea of ​​wizards around the world is controlled by Basil through the live broadcast room.

Not to mention that Basil himself can distort reality and people's hearts according to his own ideas.

Even if Basil dissects Voldemort alive, he will not find what Basil did.

"Interesting, is this the embodiment of the mind being superior to matter?" Basil sighed after checking the source of Voldemort's magic power-the brain, "Because I think my body is intact, even if the top cover is removed, the body can still operate normally."

"Wizards are really terrible, but they are not suitable for studying science."

"The existence of Muggles is also necessary."

Because only wizards, what they see in their experiments will only be what they want to see.

Light will only be composed of the elements they think of according to their ideas, such as tiny runes, not waves or particles, and will not have duality.

Only Muggles without idealistic power can truly see the laws of physics.

The reason why Voldemort in front of him can do this is that he controls his scattered thoughts. There are always few wizards with such brain occlusion attainments.

"In this case, not all wizards can be wizards in the interstellar era. That's not right. It just needs to be improved again."

"Ah, sorting."

Bagir, who was sitting cross-legged in the air, disappeared, and Voldemort's head returned to normal, growing lush black hair (the current Voldemort was not resurrected by magic, and the cloned body had hair and was not disfigured).

After retracting his reason and suppressing the sensibility that was almost thinking with his lower body, Bagir retracted his hands on Pansy's thighs and Luna's lower abdomen and began to listen to the song, the song of the sorting hat.

I am the unique magic hat.

You all understand my importance.

The storage of the thoughts of the four giants.

The core of Hogwarts Castle.

I am also the leader of your classification.

The brave will belong to Gryffindor,

the smart will go to Ravenclaw,

the ambitious will sit in Slytherin,

the rest will go to Hufflepuff.

This classification is necessary and traditional.

Now I don't need to explain it to you.

You all understand.

Wizards all over the world already know my name.

The system of Hogwarts is admired by everyone.

But even so, I still work diligently.

I will perform the duties entrusted to me by the four giants.

Now let's start the sorting.

After the hat finished speaking, it was motionless again, and applause broke out all around.

But there were whispers in between. People in the whole auditorium found that something was wrong with the song this year, and they whispered to each other.

"This year's song is so short."

"And most of it is bragging about how great it is."

"It must have learned the content of the live broadcast from somewhere."

"Did you notice that it looks much dirtier?"

"Isn't it deliberately made to look old to show the weight of history?"

"I don't know about the weight, but the students in the sorting houses must be very uncomfortable this year."

Professor McGonagall also looked at the students with sympathy, and did not even ask them to be quiet. She lowered her eyes to the long piece of parchment in her hand, and directly announced the first name loudly.

"Euan Abercrombie."

A little boy with unusually large ears reluctantly walked out of the queue, picked up the hat with his fingers, closed his eyes and pursed his lips to put on the sorting hat.

Then the crack next to the brim of the hat opened again, shaking off some dust: "Gryffindor!"

Accompanied by the applause of the Gryffindor students, he patted his hair and shoulders, staggered to their table and sat down.

This time the sorting was particularly lengthy. Because of the appearance of the God Behind the Scenes, Hogwarts, which was considered the center of both worlds, became famous overnight, so many wizard families chose to come here to study.

This summer, in the inconspicuous locked tower that had never been visited by any students, the [Pen of Acceptance] and [Book of Admission] were almost smoking with their busy schedule.

Harry also understood this with Ron's rumbling stomach.

But the first thing he thought of was that what happened between him, Ron and Ginny on the train was probably known to the whole world.

His face was pale, and Ginny's little hand could not soothe his worries at the moment.

The last time this happened, I learned a month ago that a magazine was founded named after him, and the founder was his mother.

Lily said this at the time, "Rather than letting others criticize my son and create rumors, we should start by ourselves and firmly control this right."

"I really hope the trial can start right away." Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but sigh.

Meanwhile, the last branch of the little wizard, apparently from Germany, ends.

"I also hope that the dinner can start right away." Ron, whose mind was dominated by hunger, heard the wrong words.

Harry was a little touched for a moment. Look, he was so hungry that he noticed what I was talking about, and he said that Ron didn't care about me?

"Yeah." Harry nodded repeatedly.

But there are not many people like Ron, and this separation has indeed taken too long.

So Dumbledore also paid attention to and shortened Dumbledore's speech as usual after the sorting.

Go directly to the topic.

After all, the new professor Horace Slughorn and his Slug Club had already become famous after Harry's birthday party, and his role as Potions Professor was already well known and needed no introduction at all.

"Welcome to our new students, welcome! Welcome to our old students - even if most of you haven't left at all! But it's not the time to dwell on the minutiae, there's plenty of time for speeches. Let's just eat to our heart's content!"

There was a burst of appreciative laughter and enthusiastic applause in the auditorium. Dumbledore sat down upright and threw his long beard over his shoulders to prevent them from blocking his plate - delicious food suddenly fell from the sky.

The seven long tables were suddenly piled with large pieces of beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam and jugs of pumpkin juice, and they groaned because they were overwhelmed.

"That's great." Ron sighed with salivation, grabbed the plate of ribs closest to him, and began to pile them one by one on his, Harry, and Lavender's plates.

This order is not a sequence, but the frequency, from high to low.

Ginny noticed this too.

Heartbroken, real heartbroken is not making a fuss.

She already knew that Lavender was not as good as Harry in Ron's heart.

She accepted Rowan, Delaco, and Harley.

So she just sighed deeply.

Hermione noticed it too (not referring to Ginny's reaction).

But she didn't feel guilty for introducing Lavender to Ron.

In her opinion, it was a big deal for Ron that he could think of Lavender when he was so hungry and was willing to share food with her. It was like Draco Malfoy slandering a pure girl because of a certain girl. Blood is like dregs.

Overall, this can only show that Ron treats this relationship sincerely.

"Hmm~ It smells delicious." Hermione began to enjoy the food with peace of mind.

By the time she came to her senses, it was already the second half of dessert time.

She put down the blueberry butter peanut sandwich in her hand in surprise.

Ignoring the surprised looks from the people around him, Ron complained, "You can actually eat better than me. What's wrong with Hermione?"

Hermione looked at Bagir, wondering if she had spent too much energy on the carriage. After all, if it hadn't been cleaned, the entire seat would have been wet.

Bagir blinked his eyes in feigned ignorance.

He knows what's going on.

This was a physical transformation of Hermione. The latent seeds were planted through physical contact, and then slowly exploded during the meal, allowing Hermione to complete the transformation through the abundant food in front of her.

The transformation does not target the perception of strength for the time being, but only makes her more resistant. Some waste products produced by body metabolism that she did not notice will automatically disappear.

At best, Hermione herself found that her skin was smoother, firmer, and she had more energy.

"Maybe I'm really tired." Looking at Bagir's sincere eyes, Hermione touched her hair that was no longer dull and split, and did not continue to follow her instinctive doubts.

Dumbledore didn't give her a chance to continue thinking.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Dumbledore stood up and said, "Okay, since we are all digesting another extremely rich and delicious meal, I ask everyone to be quiet for a while and listen to me talk about the precautions for the new semester as usual."

"Before the trial begins, due to the live broadcast of courses from the Spell Card World, your courses may be adjusted frequently according to it, and the learning tasks will be more arduous. I hope you will be mentally prepared in advance."

There were bursts of wailing in the auditorium.

Old students who have been in school for almost two months can best understand that during the original summer vacation, they had a heavy workload due to live broadcasting.

And after school started, plus the content and homework that I had to learn, it was a nightmare (except for Hermione, who was already excited unconsciously, excited that she no longer had to go to the library to find new knowledge points to add to her burden) ).

After the students calmed down slightly, Dumbledore continued, "Everyone should also know that due to the existence of summoning cards, beast fighting has been banned many times, and the Forbidden Forest has become a place for some students to fight beasts."

"Hagrid asked me to stop it. Many innocent animals were also attacked by some students."

(Fred and George felt very wronged when they attacked the 'little animal', "That's a poisonous leopard, the most dangerous creature in existence that can destroy an entire village with just its breath.")

"But through communication with Absi Dumbledore, I learned that beast fighting is actually an activity that improves the personal qualities of summoned beasts and little wizards."

("Letter exchange?" Harry, who knew nothing about this, looked at Cedric.)

"So, the school will arrange a special venue to open a duel club."

Hearing this, the scene instantly boiled.

"Great!"

"Dumbledore, I love you!"

"I want to let everyone taste the power of my [Ragnarok]!"

"[Ragnarok]? Do you have a Hungarian Treehawk or some other 5x level beast?"

"Hungarian Treehawk? My [Ragnarok] is a wicked bird! A wicked bird that makes the surrounding creatures lose their minds!"

"A wicked bird with a 3x dangerous level?"

"Okay, be quiet." Dumbledore gave an order, and the scene was instantly under control.

"Let me tell you the specific rules here."

"All magical creatures can only fight according to their respective danger levels at the beginning."

"That is to say, magical creatures of level 1x fight against magical creatures of level 1x."

"Only after ten consecutive wins can you challenge magical creatures of the next level."

"Each duelist cannot force others to duel, and the invited person can refuse."

"No betting or off-site gambling is allowed."

(Fred and George, who were rubbing their hands and wanting to make a fortune, drooped their heads.)

"Duelists can only duel in designated venues."

"At the same time, the most important thing is that young wizards who hold summoned beasts of level 4x or above must have a high-risk beast card-making certificate to summon beasts of level 4x or above in the duel arena."

"This is unfair!" Ron stood up and shouted.

His bird snake is also level 4x (dangerous/requires specialized knowledge/can only be dealt with by skilled wizards).

But the classification of the danger of magical animals refers not only to their own degree of danger, but also to the danger of being punished by law for harming them.

For example, the Golden Snidget is level 4x, but it is not actually dangerous.

It's just that its feathers and eyes are particularly precious, and the popularity of Quidditch almost made it extinct, so it has become a protected animal.

And the bird snake is an animal that has both.

If its danger is not taken into account, it should actually be classified as 3x level (capable wizards can deal with it).

"I understand what you mean." Dumbledore answered patiently, "In fact, the classification table based on the danger of magical animals has been issued, and it will be posted on the notice board of your respective lounges together with the duel rules."

"By the way, everyone should also remember to check the rules of the administrator Mr. Filch, which are posted on the door of Mr. Filch's office."

"It contains the rules that prohibit the use of magic in the corridor, and a list of toys such as the fang flying saucer that are prohibited from being brought to school."

"Finally, I would like to mention that this year, there are two changes in our teaching team."

"I believe everyone has already known it."

"Professor Slughorn will replace Professor Snape as the potions teacher."

"And Professor Snape will replace Professor Moody as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."