A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 460 The Three-Power Tournament Lost for Two Hundred Years

When William confirmed that Fleur was in Maxim's office, he was devastated.

The feeling was like taking a math exam for the college entrance exam and suddenly seeing... the Egyptian pyramids.

There's always a sense of temporal and spatial dislocation, like I've picked up the wrong exam questions.

No, Furong, what are you doing wandering around her office for no reason?

Why didn't you remind me?

Far away in France, in Fleur, one could almost hear William's resentment.

She looked at the conch shell in Mrs. Maxim's hand, and helplessly shrugged, thinking to herself:

"William, you said so soon, how can I remind you?"

Therefore, it's best not to speak ill of others behind their backs, otherwise it will be very embarrassing if you get caught in the act.

For example, right now...

"William, are you still there? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Maxim forcibly pulled William back to reality.

What can he say? What does he dare to say?

"It's been such a long time, child. You've come to France for summer vacation, why didn't you come to see me at school?" Maxim continued.

"It's been three years since the Order of Merlin was awarded," she said softly. "I miss you so much!"

If you only listen to the voice, you might mistakenly think that the person on the other end is a legally petite girl who is only 1.5 meters tall.

But the stark reality is that the voice came from a half-head taller female giant than Hagrid!

Forget about taking down a whiny girl with one punch, she could kill a giant monster with one punch.

This is the real humanoid berserker.

And this berserker has set its sights on William.

"Haha, I left in a... hurry..." William said with a mournful face.

"Professor, you are old..."

"You old man?!"

"No... Auntie... Sister... How have you been lately? I miss you too... I'll definitely do it next time..."

"Maybe next time? After all, 'I have a terrible temper, as volatile as a divine horse'... huh?" Maxim's tone was icy.

"You misheard me. I meant that you are of noble birth, as handsome as a divine horse, a noble among horses and a dragon among men," William said sweetly.

"Then what about you stealing my divine talisman horse?"

"Madam, I didn't steal it."

"You may not know this, but Blake was in France at the time."

I swear on my best friend Tom's name... Blake stole it and framed me.

"Not bad." Maxim smiled knowingly.

"William, you have such excellent eloquence, no wonder Fleur has always admired you."

I really should reward you with something.

I remember you wanted to apply to Beauxbatons as an exchange student, right?

"No way!" William quickly denied it three times in a row: "I'm going to Ivorymoney Magic School."

"Do you think you can dodge me?!" Mrs. Maxim snorted lightly.

"We'll see each other again this summer, and next school year we might have a whole year to spend together."

You'd better be prepared to experience the caress of Maxim's iron fist.

"..."

"Alright, I'm going to keep Gabrielle's Thunderbird egg as the school pet, as compensation for the Thunderbird attacking the pavilion and causing me to fall into the water," Maxim said softly.

"As for you, goodbye child, please... live well."

At least live to see us again!

good!"

"..."

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"What?! Annie owns a Thunderbird?!"

During lunch in the Great Hall, Hermione heard the news and, in a panic, broke a glass.

William waved his wand, and the cup was restored to its original state.

"Keep your voice down, everyone can hear you."

William glanced around; the Ravenclaw students were all secretly watching them.

"How did she get a Thunderbird egg?!"

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, Hermione glanced at Anne at the Gryffindor table.

Anne had already noticed that Hermione wasn't at the Gryffindor table; her brother was huddled with her, whispering to each other.

And here she was, glancing back at herself again? Her brother was clearly complaining.

She glared back at Hermione fiercely.

William quickly explained the situation.

Hermione took the strawberry tart from his hand, took a bite, and squinted her eyes, saying:

"You can't blame Annie too much, the situation was urgent at the time."

"The issue now isn't whether it's strange or not, but that thunderbird will soon grow as big as a house."

Just like Hagrid's dragon Norbert, he had to obediently send it away. Although the Thunderbird wasn't as big as a dragon, it wasn't suitable for a student to keep at Hogwarts.

"What about the Unseen Stretch Charm?" Hermione asked, expertly placing a fried egg on William's plate.

"Like Newt's trunk, how about making one for Anne too?"

"Such a large space cannot be set up in a short time."

William ate his fried egg and said softly, "What I mean is, let's return the baby bird to that Thunderbird and let her 'adopt' it for a while."

"When that thunderbird grows up, it might fly back to find Annie."

"It will take at most a year or two. By then, I'll be able to expand Annie's safety watch to a sufficiently large size."

"A feasible solution." Hermione nodded in agreement: "Anyway, Anne doesn't really have the ability to raise Thunderbirds right now."

In a couple of years, she might forget; and the thunderbird might never come back…

William and Hermione quickly reached an agreement.

Once they made their decision, Anne had little room to struggle.

"By the way, what does 'Mrs. Maxim' mean?"

Hermione wiped her mouth and poured herself a cup of black tea.

What does it mean to say that we'll meet again during the summer vacation and have a whole academic year to spend together next semester?

Will Mrs. Maxim come to England for the Quidditch World Cup during the summer holidays?

"I don't think it's the World Cup," William thought for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I heard from Dumbledore that the International Wizarding Congress will be held this summer."

"What does this have to do with us?" Hermione asked, taking a sip of her tea and staring with a confused look.

"Of course it's relevant; we might both be going."

"Huh? We're not British representatives, we're just ordinary little wizards..."

"This Wizarding Union Conference will discuss Arya's situation. All nations are wary of her, fearing the emergence of a second Grindelwald."

William smiled gently, picked up Hermione's black tea, took a sip, and mumbled:

"We both had direct contact with her, so... Anyway, Miss Granger, you're no longer an ordinary little wizard."

You are renowned, your every move influences international trends, and you are one of Hogwarts' most outstanding students...

William wrote a report behind Rita's back, and one of the passages described Hermione in this way.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then became angry and embarrassed, snatched back her tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"How do you explain that school year?" She poured William another cup of tea using her own cup.

"I don't know either. Why would a Beauxbatons headmistress spend an entire school year at Hogwarts?"

William took a small sip of his black tea and found it to be scalding hot.

The girl squinted and suddenly screamed, startling him so much that he spilled water and almost burned his hand.

"Sorry, sorry." Hermione quickly took some tissues to wipe William's clothes.

The girl whispered excitedly, "Is the school planning to restart... the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Um..." William frowned, "It hasn't been held for hundreds of years, has it?"

"To be precise, it was 202." Hermione once again demonstrated her powerful memory.

She raised her eyebrows and boasted smugly:

"Since 1792, a monster with the body of a chicken and the tail of a snake has been rampaging through the Triwizard Tournament, injuring all three headmasters, and it has never been held again."

"..."

Chatting with Hermione is already a bit tiring.

She loved showing off her superhuman memory. Especially when she managed to beat William on one of the rare occasions, the excitement was so overwhelming that she wanted to drown him completely.

"But we haven't caught Black yet. Is it really a good idea to restart like this so rashly?" Hermione was not in favor of it.

"Is safety guaranteed? Dumbledore is in too much of a hurry," she criticized seriously.

"Yes, that's exactly what I was going to tell you, about Blake."

William quickly recounted the story of the fat lady.

"I'm going to find Big Black. I suspect he escaped from prison specifically to get back at Peter."

Hermione glanced around, afraid someone would hear, then leaned close to William's ear and breathed hot air into his mouth.

"William, this is a risky thing to do. What if we guess wrong? We've checked the rat; it's not an Animagus."

William countered, "Is Crookshanks still interested in Scabbers?"

Hermione shook her head, seemingly lost in thought, and said:

"You're right... Crookshan lost interest in Scabbers after returning from Christmas."

"This further illustrates the point: the current Banban is definitely not the same rat as before."

Crookshan probably possesses the ability to see through Animagus.

"How are you going to find Blake?" Hermione stared at William.

"Martial law is in effect everywhere, especially in Hogsmeade. There's no way he can hide there; he can only hide in the Forbidden Forest."

William said confidently:

"I plan to have Aragog activate the eight-eyed giant spider to conduct a full-scale exploration of the Forbidden Forest."

Catching Big Black is only a matter of time!

"But... I still think it's not a good thing to take the initiative to contact Big Black," the girl said worriedly.

He gently comforted him, saying, "It's alright, trust me. If I'm wrong, just capture Black and hand him over to the Dementors."

Hermione wrinkled her nose, whether silently objecting or being persuaded by William, it was hard to tell.

She glanced at him and gently took his hand.

William smiled, blew on the steam, and drank the black tea in his cup in one gulp.

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