A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 620 The X-Strong Tournament Begins!

The X-Strong Championship is finally about to begin.

A lively atmosphere filled the school. Everyone was excited and looking forward to the first project, hoping it would be spectacular.

Something more exciting would be better.

It's an exaggeration to say that a few people will die, but it must be dangerous!

The Warriors should endure hardship, face near-death experiences during the game, and use every means to entertain everyone.

After all, I'm not participating myself!

Some timid witches even bought sunglasses.

They're squeamish about blood and can't bear to see spurts of blood. But as long as they wear sunglasses, even when the warrior is bleeding profusely... it won't stop them from applauding!!

The audience didn't know what the game was about, but most of the Warriors did.

Why the majority? Professor Snape wasn't a sucker; he didn't buy any information at all.

Cedric and Cho went to contact Captain Chimpanzee, but Marcus Flint thought the price was too high and refused to pay.

He spent several thousand Galleons to buy a Warriors account, and the content of this first project is actually more expensive than the price of the spot?

Isn't this just luring people into a trap first, and then demanding exorbitant prices?

Besides, he became a warrior just to save face; he didn't really think he could win.

Now that the goal has been achieved, what does it matter what place we get?

Even last place is enough!

This mindset isn't necessarily wrong; at least it shows self-awareness.

Like Karkaroff, he had self-awareness regarding his students.

So, six slots were more expensive than the package deal, and he insisted on only buying five intelligence packages.

As for the remaining four... since they had no chance of passing anyway, they were sacrificed to make way for the other warriors.

William didn't know whether to say he was too stingy, or to save costs, or if he really had... self-awareness.

It's outrageous that someone like that can be a school principal!

With the competition approaching, all classes have been suspended.

Led by the deans, the students went to the dragon-themed areas according to their respective college divisions.

"Good luck, Hermione." Anne was massaging Hermione's shoulders to help her relax.

"Okay, okay, stop squeezing... you've practically broken my arm. I'm relaxed now."

"That's what you said. If you win the championship, I deserve at least a third of the credit," Annie said with a sly smile.

"Yes, at least half of it is thanks to you." Hermione rolled her eyes at her.

The competition was about to begin, and she just wanted to get rid of this annoying little girl as soon as possible so she could have time to talk to William.

Anne seemed oblivious to the fact that she was a huge third wheel, and continued to chatter on and on.

"If your hair really gets burned, it's none of my business!"

Anne wrote a prophecy, one of which was about Hermione's hair being burned.

Hermione took a deep breath, stretched out her hands, and playfully stretched Anne's pretty face.

The girl wasn't angry, and said vaguely, "You need to be careful."

"I know!"

William simply smiled, watching the two playfully bickering with amusement.

Anne broke free from Hermione's grasp and quickly left, not wanting to disturb her brother and Hermione's time together.

Just before leaving the corridor, she glanced back at Hermione, remembering Hagrid saying the first challenge was a dragon, which made her incredibly anxious.

Anne left, leaving Hermione and William alone, walking side by side down the corridor.

"They're finally gone. Do you think Annie did it on purpose?" the girl asked.

"It was definitely intentional."

"Then why aren't you doing anything about it?" Hermione said reproachfully.

"How could I possibly control her? Besides, haven't you been the one keeping an eye on her?" William laughed. "She says in private that you're even more nagging than Lyanna."

"What?"

Hermione, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly raised her eyebrows: "Am I being long-winded?"

"No, I didn't say that."

"Did you refute her?"

"I refuted her, and I even gave her a good beating!" William had a strong survival instinct.

Hermione snorted and said decisively:

"You're lying... I can tell from your expression that you're not. You two are probably sitting together, saying I'm being long-winded!"

William's lips twitched. He had suspected more than once that Hermione was secretly learning Legilimency.

Otherwise, how could they have guessed the truth so quickly?

William's expression confirmed the girl's suspicions. She widened her eyes and stepped on the boy's instep.

William was about to bare his teeth when Hermione, instead of using force, lunged forward and suddenly hugged him.

William hugged the girl tighter, rested his chin on her head, and said softly, "I love how talkative you are."

"Yes, I know." Hermione pressed against his chest.

The two remained silent for a long time.

Following Anne's directions, Professor McGonagall hurried down the corridor.

The match is about to begin, and Hermione has disappeared.

Where have you been? What's more important than the competition?

She turned a corner and saw the young couple embracing.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't say a word.

She didn't know whether to wait for the two of them to finish or to tactically interrupt them.

It seems... neither approach is quite good.

Fortunately, William had already heard the footsteps. He released Hermione and smiled:

"Hello, Professor McGonagall."

"Oh, cough cough... um... Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said awkwardly.

"Now the warriors need to go down to the field... You must be ready to complete the first task."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Hermione kept her head down, not wanting Professor McGonagall to see her face, which was so red it looked like it could bleed.

Hermione walked away quickly.

Professor McGonagall took a couple of steps, then couldn't help turning back to tease, "William, I don't object to puppy love, but we have to be mindful of the timing, don't we?"

"Goodbye, Professor!" William said with a shameless grin. "You're going to be late."

Professor McGonagall caught up with Hermione and said softly, "Hermione, you should be less nervous now. However, I still have something to tell you:

Stay calm... We've positioned some wizards nearby; they'll step in and take control if things get out of hand... Most importantly, make the most of your abilities; nobody will think you're inferior to anyone else."

"Yes." Hermione's face wasn't so red anymore, and she said confidently, "Professor, I will help Gryffindor win the Triwizard Tournament."

"Then I will be proud of you for the rest of my life." Professor McGonagall smiled and patted her head.

The two walked toward a tent, and Professor McGonagall said, "Bagman and the other warriors are already inside... He will tell you the steps... Good luck."

Hermione nodded and went inside.

Furong sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, looking a little nervous and pale.

When she saw Hermione arrive, she stood up and walked over.

Krum lowered his head, took a few deep breaths, and then exhaled. He looked more somber than usual.

Cedric was chatting with Cho, and the two of them laughed from time to time.

This was a bit jarring in the crowd. Many warriors glared at them.

George was teasing Ron. Ron's hands were shaking violently, his lips were trembling, and he kept pacing back and forth.

"Shut up, Fred!" he snapped.

"I'm George. Has your head gotten this messed up?" George shrugged.

Many other wizards who knew the inside story were either afraid or devastated... very few were not nervous.

Malfoy stopped mocking Ron and sat trembling in his chair.

"Alright!" Ludo Bagman clapped his hands. "Now that everyone's here—it's time for a briefing!"

Ludo Bagman, wearing his Hornets jersey again, said excitedly:

"Before the competition begins, I will pass this bag to each of you in turn."

He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them.

"You will be divided into five groups according to your school for the competition, and you will choose your group number from among them."

The challenges each group will face will be different, but we will strive to be as fair as possible and avoid having one group that is particularly formidable.

"There's one more thing I need to tell you... Oh, right... Your mission is... to protect the golden egg!"

Protect them from being destroyed by the giants you'll be facing!

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