v2 Chapter 543： Welcome ceremony

Obviously, Fred and George are not going to tell everyone about it.

"Fred, George, are you both going to the top three hegemony?" Harry asked. "I still want to get involved?"

"Of course I thought, I asked Professor McGonagall about how the Warriors were chosen, but she refused to tell me." George resentfully said, "She just told me to close my mouth and concentrate on giving my raccoon a deformation."

"I don't know what projects are in the hegemony?" Ron said thoughtfully. "I bet we can do it too. We have done so many dangerous things before."

Ron followed Harry in the first year to defeat Voldemort, and in the second grade he fought in the Chamber of Secrets with the basilisk.

In the first half of last year, he also participated in the rescue of Sirius, and in the final moments defeated the little dwarf Peter.

In the second half of the semester, he and everyone went to the Ma Tribe in the Forbidden Forest to explore the magic stone left by Gryffindor.

Which of these things is more dangerous than the top three, and several people are really experienced in this regard.

"Yeah, it's really amazing, but the things you did are not in the face of the referee, right?" said Fred, "Professor McGonagall said the referee will rate the warriors based on the quality of the project they completed. ”

"Who is the referee?" Harry asked.

"do not know"

"The officials of the Ministry of Magic will become referees." Ai Wen said, while giving himself a porridge.

When I heard Evan, several other people turned their heads and looked at him with great surprise.

"This is obvious, isn't it?!" Ai Wen explained. "The Ministry of Magic has rarely planned such a large event. It is impossible to not come out. I think one of the referees will be Mr. Crouch, or the Minister of Magic, Fudge. I am."

"Percy must know, but he refuses to tell us anything."

"Yeah, I really want to know, who else will become a referee?"

"The principals of the participating schools, and the three of them are definitely members of the jury." Hermione followed.

This time, everyone turned to look at her with surprise.

"Don't you read the book?!" Hermione explained. "It says, in the 1792 hegemony, the warriors who were going to catch a chicken-tailed monster were uncontrollable and rampaged, and the three principals were all Wounded."

Hermione took out a thick "Hogwarts, a school history" from the bag and turned to the middle page.

"These are written here, I remember this paragraph."

"Do you usually carry this book in class?" Harry asked in surprise.

Hermione’s "Hogwarts, a section of school history" seems to be light.

"Because I have to check a bit of information recently, I have read it again. There are a lot of important historical materials in it." Hermione said, "Of course, this book is not completely reliable. I think it might be called "one is The revised Hogwarts School History is more appropriate, or it is called "a history of Hogwarts with prejudice and selectivity, and the dark side of the school is covered up."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked inexplicably.

Others are equally confused, but everyone soon knows what she is going to say next, and she is a house elf.

"Family elves!" said Hermione, her eyes burning and shining. "In the book "Hogwarts, a school history" of more than a thousand pages, we don’t mention that we are co-pressing one. Hundreds of slaves!"

Several people kept silent and tacitly stared at their plates.

Fred and George seem to have a keen interest in their bacon. They are the only ones who refuse to pay for the s.p.e.w. badge. No matter what Hermione said, they are indifferent.

At the end of the breakfast, Hermione still tirelessly told Ai Wen the current progress of the Home Elf Rights Promotion Association.

All in all, on that day, there was a joy of expectation in the air.

In the classroom, no one concentrated on the lectures. Everyone thought that the people of Busbarton and Demstrom would come this evening.

Even the potions class and the divination class are not as unbearable as usual, because they have to go to class half an hour in advance.

When the ringing sounds early, Evan and Colin and Ginny rushed to the Gryffindor Tower. They found that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and other little wizards had already returned, and everyone changed. The cloak, three steps and two steps down the stairs, came to the foyer.

At this point, the deans of the colleges are ordering their students to line up.

"Weasley, wear the hat; Kerry, put the shirt inside the pants!" Professor McGonagall said to Ron sternly, "And you, Miss Petit, put the ridiculous hair on the hair. Things are taken off."

Parvati frowned unhappyly and took a large butterfly headdress from the tip.

"Okay, please come with me." Professor McGonagall said, "The first-year classmates are in front, don't be crowded."

They ran down the steps and lined up in front of the castle.

It was a cold, fresh air evening, the night was coming, and a white, translucent moon was hung over the forbidden forest.

The moonlight is exceptionally bright, and the castle is intertwined with each other to create a beautiful and fantastic picture.

All the teachers and students of the school stood outside the gate, and the ghosts floated slowly over everyone.

Ai Wen, Colin and Ginny followed the other third-year students in the third row, behind them were Harry, Ron, Hermione.

He saw Colin's younger brother Dennis and other first-year freshmen standing in front of them, excited and shaking.

"It’s almost six o'clock!" Ron looked at the driveway to the front door and lowered his voice. "How will they come, take the train?"

"I don't think so," said Hermione. "The Hogwarts train is from London. They can't go there to gather."

"How come, fly broom?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.

Colin was looking forward to raising his head when he heard him.

"They won't do that, from that far away."

"Maybe it's the door key?!" Ron continued, guessing. "Or it's a phantom, maybe there, and people under the age of seventeen will allow the Apparition!"

"Ron, how many times have I said that there is no phantom in the Hogwarts venue!" Hermione said impatiently.

The little wizards glanced excitedly at the site that was getting dark, but there was no movement at all.

Everything is quiet and quiet, and peace is no different.

The uncontrollable arguments gradually rang from the crowd, and everyone was cold and hungry.

Just as everyone was about to endure, Dumbledore, standing in the back row with other teachers, suddenly shouted.

"Ah! If I am not mistaken, the representative of Booth Barton is here!"

“Where?” Many students eagerly asked, looking in different directions.

"There!" a sixth grader shouted, pointing to the ban on the forest.

A behemoth is much larger than a flying broom, or a hundred flying brooms.

Under the silver moonlight, you can see that it is rapidly passing over the deep blue sky, flying towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger. (To be continued.)