The Link Between Team Events and Individual Events

Who is he?

Why didn't anyone introduce themselves?

"But he's really cool!"

"That Karkaroff seems very afraid of him."

"And—what is War Magic?"

Is there a connection between individual and team competitions?

Who is that referee?

"I dare say it must be Dumbledore himself!"

After that cool old man sat down.

The students below began to discuss it.

Once the Great Hall returned to quiet.

Next up was the principal of Beauxbatons.

The moment she stood up, everyone gasped.

Even though everyone already knew that her build was similar to Hagrid's.

But such a physique paired with such a face still gives people a strong sense of difference.

"Hello. I am Olympe Maxime." Madame Maxime paused here.

The sound of something like mosquitoes buzzing filled the Great Hall again.

The students below then started discussing again.

"Is it that Maxime?"

"From the school song?"

"Why aren't there any descendants of our school's Founders—?"

One of the comments in the discussion made Ryan raise an eyebrow.

He briefly removed his left hand from Luna's thigh under the table and snapped his fingers.

Then—bang!

Zacharias Smith, who had been Dudley like a dog by Dudley for bullying his classmates, slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Just you wait!"

I, Zacharias Smith, descendant of the great Hufflepuff, will surely replace that old fox Dumbledore and become the greatest headmaster of Hogwarts after I graduate!

Wait, what are you doing?

Zacharias had just mentioned the principal when Dudley slammed his elbow down onto the table.

"I can't breathe! Let me go, you ridiculous Mudblood!"

Hiss!

The students around them started doing their homework, gasping for breath.

Professor McGonagall stood on the faculty desk, her face turning ashen with rage.

Professor Flitwick actually slid off the mat and onto the floor this time.

Even the usually amiable Professor Sprout couldn't help but blush.

Professor Snape was the most proactive.

Upon hearing that the Mudblood was Lily's sister's son, he, who had just been feeling listless, immediately perked up.

Before the other professors could react, Professor Snape had already reached Zacharias and lifted him up.

Realizing what had happened, Zacharias changed his aggressive attitude.

It felt like my bones had been removed.

"Very well, I think my basement will soon welcome a descendant of the 'great' Founders," Snape said with a low chuckle.

"I hope I won't get points deducted. I mean, school hasn't officially started yet." Snape was about to snap when he saw it was Dudley.

She forced a smile and said, "No."

But he wants to be confined.

"Starting today, until Professor Sprout says so." Then he practically dragged Zacharias away and disappeared into the Great Hall.

Unlike the other students who were looking at Hufflepuff with schadenfreude.

Harry glanced at Ryan instinctively.

Ryan, however, didn't even smile.

While talking to Luna, Hermione was sulking beside her.

"Ryan clearly hates Zacharias, but he doesn't react to it."

It's Ryan!

"I was wondering how Zacharias could be so stupid," Harry thought.

He quickly averted his gaze and turned towards Hufflepuff.

Pretend that you were just like everyone else.

He doesn't want to become the next Zacharias.

Madame Maxime, on the faculty seat.

His expression was extremely interesting.

She had no intention of causing trouble.

All she knew was that the students at Hogwarts had just heard the school song.

Knowing the origin of her surname, he wanted to give the students time to make a fuss.

But unexpectedly, things took this turn.

She wouldn't have come to her senses if Hagrid next to her hadn't coughed.

"Haha, you guys guessed right."

I am the Maxime hear in your school song.

However, my ancestors did not return to France because of homesickness or any other reason.

Ravenclaw is not averse to unconventional people, as the introduction suggests.

She was ostracized, staying in Britain— "Hagrid coughed again.

Maxime stopped immediately.

She was so nervous that she blurted out what was on her mind.

The students at Beauxbatons' table wanted to applaud.

However, due to the principal's expression and a signal from a girl with a scarf wrapped around her head, they gave up.

Maxime cleared his throat, smiled and waved, "By the way, you're all curious why Alchemy, War Magic, and Group Potion are used in group competitions, right?"

What does this have to do with the individual competition?

The answer is simple.

The alchemical supplies you all created, the Group Potion.

Champion can use it during the game.

You can also use War Magic to help them then.

Of course, these alchemical supplies, War Magic, and Group Potion are all standardized products.

And I am your professor of Alchemy.

This is the Second Task, the team competition.

It will officially begin in January next year.

However, the course will not be postponed until January.

The time is also every Saturday.

I will be teaching in the Great Hall from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM.

After she finished speaking, Madame Maxime quickly sat down.

She seemed afraid of accidentally saying more things she shouldn't have.

Hagrid, who was standing nearby, quickly took her hand and whispered words of comfort.

Professor Snape returned to the Great Hall at that moment, beaming with joy, as if he had released a long-suppressed burden from his heart.

The students below then engaged in another heated discussion.

They didn't seem hungry at all, despite the delayed mealtime, to the point that they were too weak to speak.

"Alchemy! Hogwarts doesn't have that course!"

"Professor Snape is back. Look at that expression—well, poor Zacharias."

"Alchemy tools? What kind of alchemy tools can we make? Shoes that can fly?"

"Haha! My Doraemon videos, which I've watched hundreds of times, are finally going to come in handy!"

"Is it possible that the Skywalker Alchemy Workshop already has finished products of those props you're looking at?"

"Didn't you notice? She's badmouthing our Ravenclaw!"

"Isn't that what Ravenclaw is all about?"

"Ravenclaw has another cool element:"

Our people are very independent—some would even call them eccentric.

But geniuses are usually out of step with ordinary people. Unlike some academies, we think you can wear whatever you like, believe whatever you want, and say whatever you want.

We don't dislike unconventional people; on the contrary, we appreciate them!

Bah!

My grandmother was ostracized in Ravenclaw because her clothing was considered a bit unusual.

"Alright, next one!"

"What's next?"

Aren't you curious about what War Magic is?

"I'm curious who that cool old man is?"

"Yes! He and Dumbledore look like a couple!"

Didn't you notice?

Professor Riddle's face was sour—because of that cool old man.

"Professor Riddle, my Professor Riddle. He's even more handsome now, and he makes me feel so safe. Hehehe!"