It was obvious that Fred and George did not intend to tell everyone about this.
"Fred, George, do you two have any ideas for the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked, "Do you still want to sneak in and participate?"
"Of course, I asked Professor Meg how the warriors are chosen, but she refused to tell me," George said resentfully, "She just told me to shut up and focus on transforming my raccoon."
"I wonder what the Triwizard Tournament has?" Ron said thoughtfully, "I bet we can do it too, we've done so many dangerous things before."
Ron followed Harry to defeat Lord Voldemort in his first year, and fought with the snake monster in the secret chamber in his second year.
In the first half of last year, he also participated in saving Sirius and defeated Dwarf Peter at the last moment.
In the second half of the semester, he and the others went to explore the centaur tribe in the forbidden forest to search for the magic stone left behind by Gryffindor.
Any one of these things was more dangerous than the Triwizard Tournament, and the few of them were especially experienced in this aspect.
"Yes, it's really impressive, but you guys didn't do it in front of the judges, right?" Fred said, "Professor Meg said that the judges will give the warriors a score based on the quality of their tasks."
"Who's the judge?" Harry asked.
"I don't know."
"The officials from the Ministry of Magic will be the judges," Elwyn said as he scooped porridge for himself.
Hearing Elwyn's words, the others turned to look at him in shock.
"It's obvious, isn't it?!" Elwyn explained, "It's rare for the Ministry of Magic to plan such a large event, it's impossible that they won't show up. I think the judge will be Mr. Crouch, or the head of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge. "
"Percy definitely knows, but he won't tell us anything."
"Yeah, I really want to know who else will be the referee."
"The headmasters of the participating schools. The three of them are definitely members of the judging panel," Hermione said.
This time they all turned to look at her in astonishment.
"Haven't you read any books?" Hermione explained, "It's written here that in the Hegemony Tournament of 1792, the warriors wanted to catch a monster with the body of a chicken and the tail of a snake. It went on a rampage and injured the three principals."
Hermione took out a thick Hogwarts: A School History from her bag and flipped to the middle page.
"It's all written here. I remember it's this part."
"Do you usually carry this book in class?" Harry asked in surprise.
The book "Hogwarts: A School History" in Hermione's hands looked heavy.
"Because I need to check some information recently, I read it again. There are a lot of important historical information in it," Hermione said. "Of course, this book is not completely reliable. I think it might be more appropriate to call it 'A Modified School History of Hogwarts', or 'A Biased and Selective School History of Hogwarts: The Dark Side of the School Is Covered Up'. "
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, puzzled.
The others were also puzzled, but they soon knew what she was going to say next. It was the house-elf again.
"House-Elf!" Hermione said, her eyes shining. "In the more than a thousand pages of Hogwarts: A School History, there's no mention of us oppressing a hundred slaves together!"
The few of them tacitly kept silent and looked down at their plates.
Fred and George suddenly seemed to have a strong interest in their smoked bacon. They were the only ones among them who refused to spend money to buy the S.P.E.W. badge. No matter what Hermione said, they were indifferent.
At the end of breakfast, Hermione was still patiently telling Elwyn about the current progress of the House-Elf Rights and Interests Promotion Association.
All in all, that day, the air was filled with a sense of anticipation and joy.
In class, no one was paying attention. Everyone was thinking about the arrival of Boothbottom and Durmstrong that night.
Even the potion and divination classes were not as unbearable as usual, because they ended half an hour earlier.
When the bell rang early, Elwyn, Corin, and Ginny hurried to Gryffindor Tower. They found that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other little wizards had already returned. Everyone changed into cloaks and rushed down the stairs to the hall.
At this time, the deans of the various schools were ordering their students to line up.
"Weasley, straighten your hat; Creevey, tuck your shirt into your pants!" Professor Meg said sternly to Ron. "And you, Miss Pettier, remove that ridiculous thing from your hair."
Parvati frowned unhappily and removed a large butterfly headdress from the end of her braid.
"Okay, everyone, please follow me," Professor Meg said. "First-year students in front, don't push."
They walked down the steps in a single file and lined up in front of the castle.
It was a cold, crisp evening. Night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was hanging in the sky above the Forbidden Forest.
The moonlight was exceptionally bright, and it complemented the castle, creating a beautiful and magical scene.
All the teachers and students stood outside the gate, and the spirits slowly floated above them.
Elwyn, Corin, and Ginny stood in the third row with the other third-year students. Behind them were Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
He saw Corin's brother Dennis and the other first-year students standing at the front, trembling with excitement.
"It's almost six o 'clock!" Ron looked at the driveway leading to the front gate, and said in a low voice, "How will they come? By train?"
"I don't think so." Hermione said, "The Hogwarts train leaves from London. They can't meet there."
"Then how will they come? Broomsticks?" Harry guessed, and looked up at the starry sky.
Hearing his words, Corin also looked up expectantly.
"They won't do that, from so far away."
"Maybe it's the door key?!" Ron continued to guess, "Or maybe it's the Phantom Manifestation. Maybe they allow people under the age of seventeen to manifest!"
"Ron, how many times have I told you, no Phantom Manifestation in the Hogwarts's field!" Hermione said impatiently.
The little wizards excitedly scanned the field that was gradually darkening, but there was still no movement.
Everything was quiet and quiet, just like any other day.
An irrepressible murmur rose from the crowd. All were cold and hungry.
Just when everyone was about to lose their patience, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back with the other teachers, suddenly shouted.
"Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the representative of Boothbottom is here! "
"Where is it?" asked many students eagerly, looking in different directions.
"There!" A sixth-year student shouted, pointing to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.
It was a behemoth that was much bigger than a flying broom, or a hundred flying brooms.
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