The Return to Hogwarts

The owl didn't fly lower because the air was dustier at lower altitudes, which made it uncomfortable.

However, the smoke and dust did not affect its vision; it could still clearly see what the wizards below were doing.

A large number of wizards were waving wooden sticks, and then the wooden planks placed on the ground flew into the air. These planks inserted themselves into the load-bearing ports reserved in the steel frame, forming a solid ring-shaped ground.

boom!

A sharp crack startled the owl, which quickly climbed higher.

"Amosta, here's the blanket you wanted!"

A wizard appeared out of thin air, carrying a large gray cloth bag. After looking around and finding no one, he pointed his wand to his throat and called out in a louder voice,

"Where are you?"

"Thank you, Ludo, you've helped me a lot--"

A short while later, a man emerged from a hidden room behind the referee's bench at the very top of the circular track. He stood on the high platform, several dozen feet above the ground, yet still managed to pinpoint the person who had called him.

"How's your amazing alchemical tool? Will it go wrong?"

Once again, Ludo appeared beside Amosta carrying a bag. He glanced at the part in Amosta's hand, whose purpose was unknown, and said with great interest.

"I don't know, Ludo, but I'm confident there won't be any problems. I plan to try it out at seven o'clock—"

Ludo noticed that he wasn't alone in the studio behind Amosta; two fairies were also busy inside. He immediately shrank back and lowered his voice considerably.

"I got it from the department's warehouse. It was purchased when we were preparing for the Quidditch finals. It didn't cost any more money, so Batty agreed very readily!"

Amosta expressed his gratitude again, and as he looked around and saw that the arena was finally taking shape, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The air was still thick with smoke and dust, making everything in sight gray. So, Amosta walked to the railing and drew his wand from the sky to the ground. The next second, a strange wave rippled outwards, and the smoke and dust seemed to be subjected to immense gravity, instantly falling back to the ground, even affecting the owl in mid-air.

The clear view made Amosta nod in satisfaction, and he pointed with his wand at the bag Ludo had brought.

call out--

Many bundles of black carpet suddenly sprang out of the bag, evenly distributed throughout the field, and then stretched out to conform to the ground, making the brand-new field even more beautiful.

"Very good—"

Ludo happily remarked that he discovered the stands behind him weren't just simple chairs; the armrests also had small, swivel tables that could be used to place fruit or other items.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Ludo asked. "Why isn't he here?"

Amostah looked up at the dawning east and pondered for a moment.

“I can’t give you a precise answer, Ludo, but I’d guess he’s just gotten up and is shaving in the principal’s private, luxurious bathroom right now—”

Ludo immediately burst into cheerful laughter, but when he realized that Amosta was about to return to the studio, his expression changed, and he quickly grabbed Amosta's sleeve. Faced with Amosta's questioning gaze, Ludo became stammering again.

“That’s right, Amosta, you should know... well, this match is getting a lot of attention, I mean, outside.”

"If you want me to ask who will win the game and tell you the result so you can win big at the casino, Ludo—"

Amosta said calmly.

"Then I must tell you that anyone can win. I warn you, Ludo, don't bring those bad habits into the Triwizard Tournament. I don't want any more scandals during the competition."

“I thank you for your past generosity, Amosta—” Ludo said urgently, “but that was a huge sum of gold, which you had the chance to have so easily!”

Amosta's eyes turned slightly cold. He was about to say something when a commotion suddenly broke out outside the arena. Amosta immediately knew that Charlie and his men had brought several fire dragons to the arena.

"Don't do anything foolish, Ludo—"

Amosta hastily uttered a sentence and vanished in an instant, leaving Ludo Bagman alone, stamping his feet in frustration and resentment.

Four enormous carriages crashed heavily to the ground from mid-air, their wooden wheels warped dramatically, but they ultimately withstood the test and landed safely with four fire dragons on their backs.

How's our 'protagonist' doing?

Amosta walked toward Charlie, who had jumped off the carriage, and asked loudly.

"Sleeping soundly, Amosta!"

Charlie replied just as loudly,

"They'll probably wake up in a few hours. Before we gave them the sleeping pills, Hagrid and his little elf named Doom fed them for us. You know, a hungry dragon is much more dangerous to a warrior!"

A huge crack appeared in the ground, and a slope came into everyone's view, with a faint light shining from the other end of the slope.

Charlie directed his companions to slowly drive the carriage into the makeshift dungeon where the dragons would be housed before the competition began.

Another carriage came from the covered bridge and carried a makeshift kitchen. Hogwarts' house-elves would be responsible for providing early guests with a delicious lunch in the arena, and they could also enjoy delicious drinks during the games.

Although not as majestic as the Quidditch final arena, the arena is still magnificent. Surrounding the mountains are many huge antennas, and at the foot of each antenna, goblins and WWN staff are busy working.

As the morning light dispelled the last wisp of gloom between the mountains and valleys, Amosta stood in the now vastly different arena and fired a beam of blue lightning at the enormous screen hanging high above. With a dazzling interplay of light and shadow, the black screen finally formed a stable image, showing the complex terrain of the arena enclosed in the center.

From six months ago until today, all the hard work has finally borne fruit.

Chapter 615 Cultural Invasion of Another World

2023-11-25

At six o'clock on a winter morning, the darkness above the sky is just as intense as it was before I went to sleep.

Thanks to the early morning exercise sessions during his physical education classes, Harry didn't find leaving his warm bed at this time to be a difficult thing. He only took a dozen seconds to recall why he had set his alarm for such a time, then quickly got dressed, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

His boots were spotless, his wizard robes were neat and wrinkle-free, and even his glasses had been magically cleaned by Hermione before Harry returned to his dormitory last night.

The only flaw was that his hair still stood unruly on top of his head, and no matter how much Harry tried to smooth it down, it was no use.

Neville was no longer in the room, while the other three boys were still fast asleep, mainly because they had stayed up late discussing the game last night, and they had patiently made Harry and Neville explain their escort mission for the day.

Good morning, Harry--

Harry didn't find anyone in the common room, but when he went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, he ran into Ginny at the Gryffindor table.

Good morning, Ginny--

Harry greeted Ginny, his eyelids twitching in surprise. He could tell that Ginny had probably spent time getting ready; she looked much prettier than usual. Of course, compared to the radiant girl at the Ravenclaw table, she still lacked a certain something—at least that's how Harry saw it.

Are you the only one?

"Um--"

Ginny's cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled.

"A group of people just left, and I haven't finished eating yet, so I'm staying here."

"Alright, looks like we need to speed things up—"

Harry nodded awkwardly, then lowered his head and wolfed down his food. He could sense Ginny looking at him with a mournful gaze. By now, Harry could basically accept Ginny's admiration with a more composed attitude. Of course, this was also because Ginny had grown older and become more reserved.

"I want you to remember the rules!"

When Harry and Ginny rushed to the school gate, most of the students from gym class had already gathered there, each dressed in what looked like brand-new wizard robes, chattering excitedly. Meanwhile, Filch, who always wore his musty tailcoat for important occasions, was shouting at the top of his lungs.

“You represent Hogwarts. Any behavior that damages the school’s image will be punished. This is Professor Blaine’s order. Listen, you brats, I have already asked Professor Blaine for permission to use some ancient methods to punish those disobedient students. If you want to try something, then go ahead!”

Mrs. Lorris, whose fur was even oilier than usual, perched on Filch's shoulder and let out a timely, threatening growl.

"This old idiot is good for nothing except making a mountain out of a molehill."

Fred, who was chatting with Angelina, made a sarcastic remark, and Harry chuckled when he heard it.

Filch dreamed of putting the students in the castle in chains, but everyone knew it was impossible.

Filch was dismayed to find that even with Professor Blaine's orders, he couldn't establish authority over these unruly students. Realizing this, his mood immediately plummeted. He grumbled a few times in anger, then turned around, took out his keys, and opened the school gate.

As they walked through the dense forest covered with damp fallen leaves, it was still pitch black all around. It wasn't until they climbed a hillside along the rugged path that the dawn became visible. Then, the students were surprised to find a tall metal pole, like an antenna, standing on a hilltop next to them.

"I heard from Professor Flitwick that it's an alchemical device used to transmit match footage, an invention of Professor Blaine—"

Qiu Zhang said with a hint of awe.

“There seems to be something up there—” Neville said hesitantly, squinting, “It looks like a house-elf?”

“It’s a goblin, Neville—” Harry said decisively.

The topic of how Professor Blaine planned to broadcast the Hogwarts match footage to the entire European wizarding world suddenly became a hot one, but some already knew the answer. For example, the Weasley siblings and Harry.

"That's really not simple--"

George whispered to Harry,

"We've been trying to recreate this set, but no matter how many times we try, we can't succeed. This isn't something you can do just by knowing a little bit of Transfiguration and alchemy!"

Since the beginning of last year, when Fred and George sneaked into Professor Blaine's office and saw that amazing device, they had been obsessed with it. Harry knew they had been trying their best to produce it themselves but had failed. This was not surprising, as such wonderful alchemical tools were not the kind of joke products that Fred and George were good at.

"How is your business going?"

Harry yawned and asked casually.

Upon hearing this, Fred and George immediately became excited. They were about to say something when, in an instant, the rising sun broke free from the horizon, and countless golden threads brought the dull world to life. The students were astonished to discover that the antennas were not just one on the adjacent hilltop; they were found almost every few hilltops along the horizon.

"These crazy fairies!"

Justin Finley of Hufflepuff exclaimed in surprise.

"I can't even imagine how much gold this will cost!"

Finley's sentiments elicited a disdainful snort from Draco. Although he came from a business family and had little interest in running the family business, his business acumen far surpassed that of most people, thanks to his upbringing.

Admittedly, the equipment built by the fairies is indeed very valuable. However, they can gain much more from the live broadcast of this competition. Moreover, if they can persuade Professor Blaine to transfer the technology, then this equipment will not be a one-time use item. They will fully cooperate with WWN to bring a brand-new form of entertainment to the wizarding world. Anyone with a little common sense knows just how many Galleons are hidden in this.