Triwizard Tournament

Upon entering the Great Hall.

Harry noticed that the space between the long table and the teachers' table was now packed with people.

They were all students who didn't have classes in the afternoon.

We arrived here ahead of schedule.

Not far away, Neville took the lead.

He cleared a wide path for Hannah and Susan behind him.

Dudley followed suit, pushing aside the older students who were much older and should have been much more robust.

However, Ron didn't see Dudley's every move.

"Who does Neville actually like? Hannah or Susan?" His mind was completely on gossip.

As for finding possible traces of Krum here?

After the incident where Harry didn't get extra points from Hagrid last time.

He gave up long ago.

In fact, he had already been preparing a letter to Krum explaining the whole story.

However, he insisted on writing the letter himself and carefully considered the wording several times, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding and improve the relationship at the same time.

At Krum's request, Lavender did not tell Ron that he already knew the whole story.

He felt embarrassed for misunderstanding that Ron liked him.

I want to give myself some time to mentally prepare.

Otherwise, this matter would have been resolved long ago.

Harry, standing to the side, did not respond to Ron's question.

It's obvious who Neville likes.

Ron's question.

It's equivalent to when he was with Lavender.

Someone asked him if his girlfriend was Lavender or Parvati, who was standing next to her.

Harry's attention was entirely focused on another conspicuous corner of the crowd.

It was an open space.

The students, jostling and huddled together, instinctively moved away from the area.

Those wizards who were about to be squeezed there seemed to hit some invisible membrane and bounced back.

Harry, pulling Ginny along, smiled and asked, "Is that you, Ryan?"

As Harry's voice rang out, the people who had been staring at him as Harry walked in lost their focus and returned to their previous expressions.

Harry then walked in and saw Ryan and Hermione.

In front of them was a strange round table, the middle of which had been cut off and replaced with an iron pot.

The iron pot is divided in the middle by an S-shaped piece of iron sheet, half red and half white.

The surrounding area was filled with various chopped ingredients.

There were thumb-sized eggs, black with raised, towel-like bumps, slices of unidentified meat wrapped in coarsely chopped dried chili peppers, translucent noodles about the width of a little finger, and liver slices coated in egg yolk.

In short, he couldn't name anything except common ingredients like potato chips and sausages.

"Hello Harry. And Ginny," Hermione said, swallowing a piece of lettuce.

"Would you like to eat?" Ryan waved his hand, and two chairs made of golden nanmu wood appeared on the other side of the round table.

Two more sets of bowls and chopsticks, and two oil dishes were added to the table.

"No." Harry said this, but pulled Ginny to sit in the chair that Ryan had conjured.

Ginny, on the other hand, reverted to her shy demeanor from when she first met Harry, remaining completely silent.

His eyes were lowered as he looked at the table, as if trying to see something amazing in it.

"Ryan, what's that?" Harry pointed to the center of the crowd.

Through the crack, one could vaguely see a wooden cup with a blue-white flame burning inside.

And around it is a circle with a radius of ten feet.

It was formed by a thin golden line on the floor. The students around seemed to be deterred by the presence of this golden line, and they were unable to step into the circle.

"The Triwizard Tournament. An artifact imbued with powerful magic."

It's based on the same principle as the agreement you signed in first grade promising not to use magic outside of school.

The agreement stipulated that once selected, three competitions must be held in the presence of over 100 wizards. Ryan raised an eyebrow and said casually.

"Does the Trace also have a similar prop?"

"And is it the fair judge?" Harry asked.

Ryan nodded.

Harry wanted to ask more about Trace, but Ryan waved his hand again.

"Alright, it's not a good thing for you to disappear for too long."

Then a feeling of floating enveloped my whole body.

My eyes were open, but all I could see were colorful swirling eddies.

When I came to my senses, everything around me had changed.

Harry found himself sitting at Ravenclaw table.

Ron and Ginny were sitting on the left and right sides, respectively.

Ron seemed completely unaware that he had just left.

Ginny, like him, was surprised by what she had just experienced.

Not far away, about thirty feet from the gold circle, Ryan waved to him while holding up a can of cola.

The students next to the coil also walked towards the seven long tables below the stage.

On the stage, Dumbledore appeared.

Following closely behind were the principals of the three schools.

And the professors.

I don't know if it was just his imagination.

He always felt that Professor Snape seemed to pause briefly when he glanced at Ryan and the others.

However, Harry simply attributed it to his own illusion.

Because his dynamic vision is now too strong.

Maybe Snape just had an itchy nose.

With his dynamic vision, which could detect even the slightest vibration of a mosquito's wings, seeing Snape twitching was a piece of cake.

Given Ryan's magical abilities, no wizard could see him if he didn't want to.

Harry was quite certain.

Unless Ryan treats him the way he treats him, and doesn't mind him seeing him.

As Ryan openly ate from that strange pot under the faculty desk, next to the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore on the stage began to speak.

"I think you're all hungry too."

And we've waited this long.

I'll keep it short.

You've all probably guessed it by now, since this wine glass has been sitting in the Great Hall for almost an hour.

It is the fair referee I'm talking about.

There are no age or academic restrictions.

As long as you are a student.

From now until tomorrow night, within 24 hours, as long as you write your name and the correct school name on a piece of parchment.

Then simply drop it into this wine glass.

However, I must remind you that this Triwizard Tournament is not child's play, so please do not participate rashly.

Once Champion is chosen by the Triwizard Tournament, he must fight to the very end.

Whoever puts their name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be obeyed.

Once you become Champion, you can't change your mind.

Therefore, please think carefully before you put your name in the cup, make sure you are truly determined to participate in the competition.

"Alright, I think everyone can start eating now." With that, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the gold thread beside the wooden cup disappeared.

A dazzling array of food appeared on the seven long tables below the stage.

Under the desk, Hermione, who was eating her food in small bites because she wasn't used to it, looked up at Ryan and asked, "Didn't you say that the Champion would get a 1,000 Galleons bonus after they won?"

Ryan shrugged and said, "Yes, but Dumbledore doesn't want the students to put their names in the Triwizard Tournament because of Galleons."

The information you mentioned will be announced after the Group Potion class tomorrow night.

The Champion's roster will be announced then.

The remaining chapter will be posted later tonight.

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