The Return to Hogwarts

“Mr. Blaine—”

Just then, a fairy darted out of a small room behind the referee's table. Its eyes lingered on Blaine and Barna's backs for a second before it ran to Mr. Barna and whispered something to him.

"The viewing equipment we've installed at each venue has been tested and adjusted. See, is it satisfactory?"

"Oh, of course--"

Amosta stood up with a smile, and everyone around him, including Dumbledore, knew what he was about to do, so they all turned their attention to the tall viewing screen with great interest.

Amosta immediately left his seat and walked into the studio. After a slight tremor, several brilliant blue lights suddenly flashed on the previously black screen. Then, under the curious gaze of hundreds of eyes, the lights on the screen flickered faster and faster. Finally, after a chorus of exclamations, the complex terrain of the arena in the center of the arena was finally projected onto the screen.

“Truly remarkable, Amosta—”

Amelia, who had already done some research beforehand, exclaimed in admiration.

"Your invention is extremely practical; if it could be widely adopted—"

Amelia stopped mid-sentence, clearly realizing that she should be careful not to say anything sensitive in this situation.

Exclamations of admiration and wonder filled the entire arena, especially in the area of ​​the pure-blood wizard families. Without exception, the heads of these families, who controlled key industries in all aspects of the magical world, realized the wide applicability of this invention in practice. Even Lucius Malfoy, who was full of thoughts, looked at the clear image projected on the other side with a gleam in his eyes.

Of course, not everyone expressed admiration for this surveillance mirror, which was being shown to the world for the first time.

Below the arena, Moody, who was patrolling and surveying the surroundings, involuntarily revealed a hint of fear when he saw his own reflection projected onto the large screen, along with the surveillance cameras that were nimbly dancing in mid-air. He turned to look at Amosta Blaine, who was chatting and laughing with numerous celebrities on the platform, and his intact blue eye showed shock!

Buzz--

At that moment, the ground suddenly trembled slightly, and the gradually clearing buzzing sound was accompanied by the increasingly loud cheers of the young wizards.

"Oh my god, they're here—"

Amosta let out a small sound of surprise.

"Come on, Ludo, Batistuta, the warriors are almost here, and we'll see them choose their opponents—"

Chapter 618 Audacious

2023-11-26

Amosta, Ludo, and Barty waited a while on the transfer platform because the little wizards who had swarmed into the stadium had taken up all the space that could be passed. The physical education students he had sent out to maintain order shouted at the top of their lungs in the flood of people, doing their best to maintain order and lead the little wizards watching the game to their seats.

There's no need to elaborate on the children's excitement upon seeing the complex terrain of the arena in the center and the competition screen hanging high in the air, reflecting the entire field. In short, the already lively atmosphere of the arena was further amplified by these children, as if a single spark could ignite the entire arena with cheers.

"I bet people will remember this game, Amosta!"

Looking at those excited faces, Ludo said excitedly.

"Hurry up and get down there, Amosta, watch the time—" Barty Crouch said impatiently.

"How are things, Alastor? Is everything alright?"

The three of them descended to the circular passageway at the bottom, where Amosta found Moody, the safety officer, standing in front of the railing, staring blankly at the flashing lights on the display screen and the dozens of winged panoramic telescopes flying in mid-air, seemingly completely unaware of the three people walking past him.

This is very wrong.

After passing Moody, Amosta suddenly stopped, turned to look at Moody, and calmly asked.

"what?"

Moody turned around in surprise, and upon seeing Amostella, his demonic eye instinctively darted away. He paused for a few seconds before regaining his senses.

“Oh, everything’s normal, Amosta. I don’t think your surveillance is a problem anymore. Oh, I need to go check on Charlie Weasley. We absolutely can’t afford any trouble now!”

Amostah watched as Moody strode into the passage leading to the temporary imprisonment of the fire dragon, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing in his purple eyes.

Batistuta started urging them on again, so Amosta started walking again, leading them to a tent set up outside the stadium that connected to the safety passageway inside. He lifted the curtain, and the three of them walked in one after another.

The tent, made of thick felt, was warm and cozy. There weren't many people inside; several officials from the Department of Magical Sports were waiting to guide the warriors into the arena. The three main characters of the Triwizard Tournament, the three warriors themselves, were resting on opposite sides of the tent, along with Professor McGonagall, who was comforting Hermione.

In these last few days, Amosta had countless things to deal with, and he had no time to pay attention to the mental state of these little guys who were about to become famous.

First was Fleur. As soon as Amosta entered, her gaze was fixed on her. However, in an instant, the alluring emotion in her eyes was gone. She sat there, her pupils dilated as if she had been startled. Moreover, Amosta noticed that the pink hue that had once graced Fleur's snow-white skin was gone, perfectly illustrating what it meant to be as pale as snow.

Krum was much calmer. He glanced at Amosta before lowering his head, his face grim as he stared at his outstretched hands, his fingertips trembling slightly. Cedric seemed to want to stand up and greet him, but he tried to prop himself up on the bench but failed, which embarrassed him. So he didn't try to move again.

The youngest warrior in this tournament is Hermione.

Hermione's mouth was slightly open, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. When she noticed Professor Blaine walking in, her empty eyes revealed a pleading look. She tightly gripped Professor McGonagall's hand, and although Professor McGonagall kept comforting her, she probably didn't hear a word he said.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, especially after the warriors saw Professor Blaine and two officials from the British Ministry of Magic enter. The tension reached its peak, and Amosta even worried that the warriors might burst into tears at any moment.

"Is it time, Amosta—"

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled, and she seemed even more nervous than Hermione.

Amostella's gaze swept over the four warriors, and when he saw that they were all wearing the competition uniforms he had provided as per the rules, he nodded in satisfaction. He heard Professor McGonagall's question and smiled as he spoke.

"You'll have to wait a little longer!"

Amosta then turned to face Ludo and Batistuta.

"So, Ludo, Batistuta, who's going to do it?"

“This is your home turf, Amosta, so you’re in charge,” Ludo said cheerfully.

Amosta looked at Barty Crouch questioningly, who simply nodded listlessly.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, please come to me."

Amostah waved to the warriors, and the staff member, with great perceptiveness, handed Amostah a purple silk bag sealed with magic.

The children all stared intently at the bag in Mr. Blaine's hand, their eyes remarkably identical: panic, rejection, and reluctance to face it.

"Relax, everyone. Go ahead and show your courage, strength, and wisdom. I assure you, no one will die here today—"

Amosta made a witty remark, which made Ludo laugh so hard he clutched his stomach. However, none of the warriors showed any sign of relief, and Professor McGonagall glared at him fiercely.

Cough cough--

Amostella coughed awkwardly twice, then popped his wand from his sleeve to break the seal on the silk bag, and used his other wand to hold the bag shut.

"That's how it is—"

The cheers from the arena outside were deafening. Amosta knew he had to hurry. He smiled and said to the Warriors,

"This bag contains models of several things you'll be dealing with later. You need to snatch a golden egg from them. The golden egg is right next to the normal eggs; it's very obvious, you'll recognize it at a glance. So, any more questions?"

"So they really did snatch the egg from the dragon," the thought flashed through Hermione's dazed mind. Before her thoughts could settle again, Professor Blaine had already handed her that terrifying purple bag.

“I think no one would object to letting our youngest warrior choose first. Come on, Miss Granger, your destiny is in your own hands—”

Hermione pursed her lips; they were so dry that when the two lips touched, it felt like two pieces of bark touching. Her mind was still replaying the spells she had practiced over the past few days until Professor Blaine urged her again, which brought her back to her senses.

She noticed that everyone's eyes were on her, and she could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, causing her chest to throb with pain.

"Let fate decide," Hermione said, reaching into the bag.

pat-

Amosta watched as Hermione's wrist disappeared into the bag. Just then, a very faint crackling sound rang out outside the tent. No one would notice this strange sound amidst the howling wind. At the same time, a tiny flash of electricity suddenly appeared in the dark space inside the bag, which no one could see. Then, one of the four small models quickly scurried into Hermione's clenched palm!

Hermione instinctively withdrew her hand, and then her choice was revealed to everyone.

"Oh, it's a Chinese fireball. You're number four to go."

Ludo was initially excited, but then he suddenly realized something and looked at Amosta suspiciously.

"To prevent leaks, I changed the order --"

Amosta's gaze subtly shifted from one corner of the tent, where a small, dark figure had just flashed by.

"Is that so--"

Ludo muttered something in a voice only he could hear, then seemed to have figured something out. The suspicion in his eyes as he looked at Amostella disappeared, and he looked at Hermione, his face flushed with excitement, his eyes gleaming!

Chapter 619 The game begins

2023-11-27

Hermione was followed by Fleur, who drew number two, the Welsh Green Dragon. This relieved Fleur greatly, as she wouldn't be the first to fight, no matter what she faced. However, neither of the men had particularly good luck. Krum drew number three, but he faced the most ferocious Hungarian Tree Peak, while Cedric had to face the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon and was the first to fight.

Two staff members immediately ran out with the lottery records. One was to inform the dragon trainers of the order of the dragons' appearance, while the other was to take the lottery results to the studio.

"Alright, you all have a few minutes to get ready. When you hear the whistle, follow the staff's instructions and enter through the outside passage, understand?"

The warriors nodded stiffly, indicating that they understood.

Amosta had nothing more to say; the rest was up to them to prepare. He prepared to leave, but before he could step out, Fleur suddenly rushed out from the warrior team. Her clear blue eyes gleamed, and she spoke in a breathless voice,

"What if...what if those fire dragons go berserk!"

"Professor Dumbledore and I will control the situation to prevent a tragedy, Miss Delacour, but you, and all of you, must realize that the Triwizard Tournament is fraught with danger, and some injuries may be unavoidable. Ultimately, you will have to overcome these difficulties on your own—"

Amosta didn't want the Warriors to be too optimistic, so he offered a gentle reminder.

Then, Amosta, Ludo, and Batistuta walked out of the tent and onto the circular platform surrounding the bottom of the arena. Amosta paused again. "Ludo, Batistuta, you guys go ahead. I need to check on Charlie Weasley. I'm worried something might happen when the Fire Dragon goes on stage—"

As he spoke, he turned and walked toward the passage leading off the field. Batistuta didn't dart away, but Ludo stood still, watching Amosta's departing figure, a pleasant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Cedric Diggory (Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) – Swedish short-nosed dragon;

Fleur Delacour (Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) – Welsh Green Dragon;

Viktor Krum (Demstrang School of Magic) – Hungarian Tree Peak;