Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 153 Halloween Eve

After lying in the school hospital for a full ten days, Ike finally obtained Mrs. Pomfrey's permission to escape from this "horrible" place.

It was the weekend, and Hermione and Stuart came to pick him up, and even Harry and Ron were there.

This was somewhat unexpected for Ike, and what surprised him even more was that this incident made him famous throughout Hogwarts.

The first student in history to beat a professor into the hospital, and a former Oro like Mad-Eye Moody, is something many people want to do but can't!

However, perhaps because Moody looked so terrible at the time, his bloody appearance gave many young wizards nightmares for days.

As a result, there was a subtle sense of rejection and estrangement.

"Don't worry about it, they just think... you're too violent." Terry comforted the young wizards who lowered their heads and ran away at the sight of Ike. "After all, a lot of people saw what Moody was like back then."

"Actually, if it weren't Moody but Snape..." Stuart trailed off, winking at Ike, "Trust me, you would be a hero!"

"That's right, that's right," Ron rarely agreed. If it really was Snape, he felt that Ike would be his best friend.

Hmm... second only to Harry.

"I tried in second grade, Stuart, and you know how it went," Ike joked.

"Maybe you can now?" Ron had barely uttered a word when Hermione glared at him fiercely, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Hermione stuffed the handbag she had been carrying into Ike's arms and said earnestly, "These are the class notes I took while you were in the hospital. You've fallen behind in a lot."

"Hermione, you know..."

"Ike!"

Faced with Hermione's resolute attitude, Ike had no choice but to put on his satchel.

I will return it to you by tomorrow night.

"No need, have you forgotten the Copy Charm?"

Helplessly, he ruffled Hermione's hair, making a mess of it. Then, quite naturally, a wicked little hand landed on Ike's waist.

Watching Ike and Hermione fooling around at the front, Stewart and the others, who were quietly lagging behind, all had a strange feeling.

I feel... a little full?

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The battle with Moody made Ike the talk of the town for a few days, but soon people's attention was drawn to something else.

On Friday evening, as people arrived at the auditorium for dinner, they found a new notice posted on the bulletin board:

"Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6 p.m. on October 30th..."

Three-way battle for supremacy!

Compared to this, what's beating a professor into the hospital!

For the next week, everyone was talking about the Triwizard Tournament, speculating about who would become the Hogwarts Champion, what the tournament would include, and how Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students differed from them.

"The project isn't hard to guess. Based on the tradition of the previous Triwizard Tournament, there will definitely be one where you have to fight dangerous magical creatures."

At the long table, Ike ate his meal while speaking to Stuart and the others who were arguing heatedly beside him.

"In the Triwizard Tournament of 1792, the champions were tasked with capturing the Chicken-Headed, Snake-Tailed Monster. As for the Hogwarts champions..."

"I think it should be Cedric Diggory."

"Diggory? The Hufflepuff guy?" Stuart's face was filled with disbelief. "How could it be him? Why couldn't it be Roger?!"

"Because a warrior is always the best in the school," Ike said. "Whether in theory or practice, Cedric is the best of all the seventeen-year-old wizards at Hogwarts."

"He has the best grades, is great at Quidditch, and is also a member of the Transfiguration and Charms Club."

After a pause, Ike continued, "If Percy hadn't graduated, the choice might have changed, but now it's the only option."

"You know, only the best in this field can participate."

"So, are you praising yourself?" Stuart rolled his eyes. "By that logic, you're better than Cedric; at least he didn't send the professor to the hospital."

Ike didn't answer, only smiled and shook his head. Terry, however, said thoughtfully, "Honestly, I think you could give it a try. Maybe it really will work?"

"Do you know how the Warriors are selected?" Ike asked.

"I don't know." Terry and the others shook their heads in unison.

Ike shrugged: "I don't know either, but since the age limit of seventeen has been brought up, it's definitely not something that can be easily bypassed."

"Furthermore, I think it's better if we follow the rules."

"You? Follow the rules? Do I need to remind you who broke dozens of school rules at once and was put in solitary confinement until the end of the semester?" Stuart retorted mercilessly before returning to his previous conversation with Terry and the others.

On the morning of the 30th, Hogwarts was transformed overnight. The staircases, corridors, classrooms, statues, portraits, and even the lamp stands on the walls were spotless. The Great Hall was decorated, and silk banners representing the four houses hung on the walls. And in the very center behind the professors' chairs hung the Hogwarts crest.

That was the biggest banner.

Filch and Mrs. Lorris dressed up nicely and stood guard in the foyer, constantly reminding the young wizards whose clothes and makeup were somewhat sloppy.

At 5:30 p.m., when everyone had changed into their school uniforms and capes and arrived at the lobby as instructed in the announcement, there were many more people reminding them.

"Put your hat on properly!"

"Get that ridiculous thing off your hair!"

"Good heavens! What's that yellow stuff on your clothes? Clean it off quickly! Cleansing spell! Cleansing spell!"

The professors stared intently at each student until they all seemed to be fine, then Professor McGonagall led them out of the castle and lined them up by grade.

It was a bit chilly, and night was quietly falling. Dumbledore and the professors stood at the very back, talking quietly.

Naturally, the students were also discussing it, speculating about how Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's representatives would arrive, and were filled with anticipation.

As six o'clock approached, the anticipation grew stronger and stronger.

"If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons' representative has arrived!"

Dumbledore, who was at the very back, suddenly shouted, and everyone looked around.

"Oh my god! Look over there! What's that?!"

Someone spotted something in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, right beneath the crescent moon in the sky, a colossal creature rapidly streaking across the sky, flying towards the castle.

Twelve magnificent divine horses pulled a carriage the size of a house at breakneck speed, showing no sign of slowing down.

Many students in the front row were startled and involuntarily took a step back.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The huge hooves stomped on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the carriage came down.

A boy jumped down, bent down, groped around on the carriage floor, then opened a golden spiral staircase and stood respectfully to the side.

Immediately afterwards, the carriage door opened, and a woman taller than Hagrid stepped down.

She was very beautiful, wearing a gorgeous black dress, with dazzling gems on her neck and fingers.

Dumbledore clapped, and after the students had also clapped, he walked over and took the woman's outstretched hand.

A kiss on the hand.

"Dear Ms. Maxim..."

Welcome to Hogwarts!

(End of this chapter)