A Real Grandson at First Glance!

When they returned to Grimmauld Place, Number 12, Veratia and Harry spoke on the phone.

The gist of it is that she spearheaded an International Quidditch School League between various magic schools, with each school able to send a team to represent them in the competition.

"That's the basic situation." Veratia adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. "This competition aims to promote exchanges between schools. The Triwizard Tournament has set a good precedent, and I believe Quidditch Match can serve a similar purpose."

"That's great!" Harry said excitedly. "Quidditch Match, especially an international tournament between schools, I think it'll be really interesting."

"I've invited a total of twelve magic schools," Veratia continued. "According to the competition rules, I plan to first divide them into several groups, then determine the winners within each group, and then hold an elimination tournament."

"I think," Harry suddenly said, "could we grant an extra chance to be resurrected during the knockout stage? After all, eleven magic schools are really too few—"

"How so?" Veratia pushed up her glasses, looking interested.

"That's right," Harry said, organizing his thoughts before continuing, "In the knockout stage, there are winners' brackets and losers' brackets. The team with the highest points in the group stage will be placed in the winners' bracket, while the team with the lowest points will not be eliminated directly, but will be placed in the losers' bracket."

"As for the teams that lose in the winners' bracket, they won't be directly eliminated, but will fall into the losers' bracket; the teams eliminated in the losers' bracket won't be so lucky, they will be directly eliminated—the final competition will be decided by the winners' bracket champion and the losers' bracket champion. What do you think of this schedule?"

After listening to Harry's suggestion, Veratia thought it over carefully and felt that it was perfectly acceptable to adopt it.

"That's good." Veratia nodded approvingly. "This will definitely prolong the match and allow for a fairer outcome."

I think it's perfectly possible.

"But," Harry suddenly said, "What if Fudge doesn't want Hogwarts to participate in this competition?"

"He will," Veratia said confidently.

"Why are you so sure?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I'll give him a reason he can't refuse," Veratia said to Harry with a smile. "You don't need to worry about the British Ministry of Magic. What you need to worry about now is forming a school team at Hogwarts. That's probably not an easy task for the four houses of Hogwarts."

"Fine," Harry said, shrugging.

The news quickly made it into the newspapers, and after it was published in the Daily Prophet, Angelina's letter arrived at Grimmauld Place, Number 12 that same evening.

"Oh, it's a letter from Angelina."

Harry received the letter during dinner and winked at George.

George made a S.P.E.W. face, but still stuck his ears out in Harry's direction.

"Angelina wants me to lead the formation of the school team," Harry said after putting down the letter.

George shook his head, picked up his Meiji, and said, "No, buddy—I think Angelina means that only if you take the lead in forming the school team will our Gryffindor players have a chance to be selected. If the Slytherin beat us to the punch, then we definitely won't get a chance to play."

"Really?" Harry placed the letter on the table noncommittally. "Then they've truly courted death!"

"Of course," George and Fred said. "We can step aside for the Chaser. After all, we really can't learn the Slytherin style. Although we don't really like having such opponents, having such teammates isn't so bad."

"Your standards are really flexible," Ron said, scoffing. "How accurate do you expect those two gorillas, Crabbe and Goyle, to be?"

"That's true," Fred agreed.

"But which schools are participating?" George asked.

"There are twelve magic schools in total," Harry said with a shrug.

"Twelve?" Ron suddenly said. "Aren't there only eight magic schools in the world?"

"Oh, Ron." Hermione shook her head beside him. "There are only eight known magic schools in the world, but some countries are unwilling to reveal where their schools are. At least in Ceres, we still don't know what the Ceres School of Magic is called or where it is."

"Oh, I actually know that," Harry said to Hermione with a smile. "The magic school in Ceres is called Jade Void Academy of Magic, located in the Kunlun Mountains."

Professor Hoot brought this up with him during a casual chat.

"What about other schools?" Hermione asked, maintaining her good habit of asking questions whenever she didn't understand.

"Oh, there are so many," Sirius said, rattling off a list. "We know that there's Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in the Pyrenees Mountains of southern France, while Durmstrang Institute is in Scandinavian Peninsula; our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is in Scotland, as everyone knows; the Soviet Union magic school is called Koldovstoretz —oh my mistake, it should be called Russia now; as for Japan, their magic school is called the Mahoutokoro; and the Uagadou School of Magic in Africa is located in Uganda's Moon Mountains; there's also a magic school in South America called Castelobruxo, located in Brazil; and the magic school in North America is called Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in Massachusetts, America."

"In the same state as MIT," Hermione said, uttering a phrase most people wouldn't understand.

"How many more magic schools are there?" Fred asked excitedly.

"And there's the Ganga Academy of Magic in India, the Nile School of Magic in North Africa, and the Babylon Academy of Magic in the Middle East," Sirius replied.

"Looks like we have something new to do at our new school." Fred and George exchanged a glance, then high-fived. "Yay! Another new sales channel!"

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley. and Mr. Weasley did not stay at Grimmauld Place, Number 12. If Mrs. Weasley had known that the Twins were secretly making some amazing inventions, she would have given them a good scolding and confiscated all their assets.

"So—" Hermione suddenly asked, "Do other schools also have four houses like Hogwarts?"

Upon hearing Hermione's question, everyone turned their attention to Sirius.

Of all the people here, Sirius is the oldest and has seen the most, so he can share his EXP knowledge with everyone from an elder's perspective.

The pseudo-elders like Harry, Cassandra, and Pabbie don't count; they only lived around 1890 and weren't actually that old.

It's like some people who are young in age but have a high seniority.

A great-grandfather who is fifteen years old is not actually a very strange thing.

"I know about Ilvermorny," Sirius said, waving his Prongs. "Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has four houses: Horned Serpent, Wampus Cat, Thunderbird, and Pukwudgie, which represent Scholar, Warrior, Adventurer, and Healer, respectively."

"Because one of the school's Founders, James Stewart, was a Muggle, Ilvermorny has always considered itself the most democratic and inclusive great magic school, and it is also the only known magic school founded by people who cannot use magic—what they call Muggle."

Sirius paused, then continued, "When a student enters the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for their education, they are first led into the rotunda at the castle entrance. There are four wooden carvings here representing the four houses."

"As the new students lined up to enter the rotunda, the rest of the faculty and students watched from the circular terrace above. The new students stood in a circle against the wall and were called one by one to stand above the Gordian Knot, which was carved in the very center of the rotunda's stone floor. The four magical statues would then consider whether to admit the student to their respective academies. Their reactions varied."

The Horned Serpent Academy reacted by having the crystal embedded in its forehead glow; the Wampus Academy let out a roar; the Thunderbird Academy's statue flapped its wings and took flight; and Pukwudgie raised his bow and arrow.

Sirius paused for a moment, then continued, "In very rare cases, more than one House statue will express a desire to recruit the same student. In such cases, the student has the right to choose. Even rarer is when all four Houses want to recruit the same student."

"Cool." Ron whistled. "Looks much better than our school having just a dirty old hat, doesn't it?"

"Oh, Ron." Sirius shook his head regretfully. "You know, the Sorting Hat is older than the entire America and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry combined. What you consider an ordinary Sorting Hat is a piece of history that Ilvermorny but can never have."

"Oh, the four thinnest books in the world, I know," Harry said with a laugh. "America history is one of them."

"What happens next?" Fred and George asked curiously.

Hermione retorted irritably, "And there are Britain cookbooks, Germany joke collections, and Italy war heroes!"

Upon hearing Hermione's answer, a burst of laughter erupted around the table.

"Well," Sirius said, wiping away his tears, "I don't want to make excuses for the Britain —look, we're still eating Italy food. Look at these meatballs, mammoth!"

"If I had a choice, I definitely wouldn't eat Britain food," Ron said, adjusting his shirt. "I'd rather go hungry."

Harry Ron thought to himself, "You're not the only one who said that; Gareth said it too."

well.

Thinking about this, Harry couldn't help but compare Ron to Gareth in his mind.

They look so alike!

He's obviously a beloved grandson!

I wonder if Ron will say, "I'll look wherever Grandpa looks," when he's taking a picture with Gareth's portrait.

"Huh?" Hermione suddenly asked, "I've always been curious why Hogwarts ' food includes so many different cuisines? It's not just Britain food, but food from various countries—"

"For some reason a long time ago." Sirius said, glancing at his good godson Harry and then at Cassandra.

Harry and Cassandra exchanged a glance and smiled, everything understood without a word.

Speaking of which, there's a reason behind the food reforms at Hogwarts.

"Oh, whoever they are, and for what reason," George and Fred said with a grin, raising their glasses together, "We all have to thank them; it is they who saved us from the ravages of Britain cuisine—to the heroes!"

"To the heroes!" Everyone raised their glasses together.

Sirius put down his glass, wiped his mouth, and said, "Actually, Britain food isn't so bad. Apart from being a bit salty, smelly, and fishy, there's nothing really wrong with it."

"Indeed," Ron agreed from the side.

As he spoke, Harry's Crystal Ball played pleasant music.

This was Harry's suggestion: when the Crystal Ball enters the call, it should play some music and vibrate.

"Draco's," Harry said, picking up the Crystal Ball.

He answered the phone.

"Harry!" Draco's excited upper body appeared on the Crystal Ball. "Have you heard? The International Quidditch School League is going to be held!"

Every school has to select a team, Harry! This is fantastic news!

"That's definitely good news," Harry nodded. "Do you want to join the school team?"

"Of course I want to!" Draco nodded hastily, then suddenly remembered that he and Harry were both Seeker, so he said, "It's okay, I'll be your substitute. It's all the same no matter where you get the trophy. Being a substitute is great, I think."

"Oh, by the way," he added, "Slytherin's captain Montague, asked me to ask you, what are your plans for the Hogwarts Quidditch team?"

"Why are you asking me about this?" Harry smiled and said, "How can you be so sure the decision is mine?"

Upon hearing this, Draco gave him an "Ecuse me" look.

"No, Harry?" Draco spread his hands. "I really can't think of anyone in this school who has the prestige to organize the entire school team and select from the four houses—even Dumbledore might not be able to convince everyone."

"Then why did you think of me?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Stop joking, buddy." Draco scoffed. "Anyway, we Slytherin have already decided to obey Mr. Potter's every choice."

Harry raised an eyebrow, not surprised that Slytherin had gotten the hang of it.

Slytherin, well, they're very good at knowing when to yield.

"Things aren't settled yet," Harry waved his hand dismissively. "We'll have to wait until everyone elects Quidditch team captain, what do you think?"

"Alright, Harry." Draco didn't insist when Harry didn't respond. "Then I'll write back to Montague and ask him to vote for you when electing the captain of the Hogwarts Quidditch team."