The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall's expression also turned "dangerous".

“Mr. Weasley, both of you,” she said, walking to the door and looking at Fred and George, “each of these 25 students has been recommended by five professors, and we three professors are qualified to make a reasonable judgment.”

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, many people in the classroom deliberately puffed out their chests and stared at the twins with disdain.

“Oh, of course, Professor McGonagall.” Fred blinked, his playful expression vanishing as he adopted a serious demeanor. “We certainly trust your judgment.”

George interjected, "But as members of Hogwarts, we value the school's honor above all else. So we also want to apply to join."

Fred nodded repeatedly.

Now, they received even more disdainful looks.

"What are these two guys up to?" Roger asked Scott in a low voice.

“They regret it, especially Fred.” Scott pointed to the dark-skinned girl on the other side, who exuded youthful health.

At this moment, the girl was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, looking at the twins at the door with a half-smile.

“Oh, Angelina.” Roger understood immediately, then smiled and glanced at the girl’s tall, athletic figure. “Fred has good taste.”

Scott lowered his voice, "As far as I know, the Triwizard Tournament will span several months and include a grand Christmas ball. Fred probably doesn't want to see Angelina as someone else's dance partner."

"Tsk tsk." Roger sneered. "The Christmas ball? How did you know?"

"I naturally have my own sources of information."

How could they possibly know?

"Of course, I specifically reminded them."

"Heh, you're such a bad guy."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment."

At the doorway, Fred and George were still arguing.

"Enough, Mr. Weasleys."

Professor McGonagall stopped the two from talking nonsense.

She was about to say something more when Professor Moody suddenly spoke up.

“Oh, let them participate, Minerva.” He looked at the students outside the door with his round, demonic eyes and gave a terrifying smile. “Perfect, our team members need some opponents in their training.”

“This will cause chaos, Alastor,” Professor McGonagall said, somewhat displeased.

“The students are very enthusiastic, let them do their part,” Professor Flitwick chimed in.

Of course, as a kind-hearted person, his original intentions were probably completely different from Professor Moody's.

With the other two professors speaking up for them, Fred and George immediately looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly.

Not only them, but the students watching outside the classroom also got excited.

Perhaps not wanting to disappoint her students, Professor McGonagall eventually gave in.

“You can come and help,” she said sternly, “but if anyone causes trouble here or affects our team members, I will make them leave!”

Her overly stern gaze choked the students' cheers.

Even Fred and George stopped causing trouble on the surface and obediently followed Professor McGonagall into the classroom.

Fred simply winked at Angelina and gave her a success sign as Professor McGonagall turned away.

“Oh, in that case, this classroom is a bit too small.” Professor Flitwick drew his wand.

Then, Professor McGonagall also raised her wand.

The two professors cast a spell together, and the classroom began to expand, growing larger and larger.

At this point, Roger asked Scott with amusement, "What do you think Fred and George will do next?"

Scott said, "I think they're prepared to beat the students on the list in real-world training and then take the place of the losers."

"Will the professors agree? That would render the rules Dumbledore previously established meaningless."

“Professor McGonagall certainly won’t, but Professor Moody might. But they still have a chance of success, don’t they?”

“Oh…” Roger frowned. “Hopefully they won’t target me.”

As the two were talking, Fred and George also came over.

Hey guys.

"We've changed our minds. Don't try to get rid of us."

“Good luck to you both.” Roger nudged Fred’s shoulder lightly. “Otherwise, I’ll ask Angelina to be my dance partner at the Christmas ball.”

Upon hearing this, Fred immediately stopped smiling and stared directly into Roger's eyes.

Three seconds later, he quickly changed his expression and resumed his playful grin.

“It’s alright, let’s do it this way.” He patted Roger on the shoulder. “If I still can’t get to Beauxbatons after all my efforts, then you will be Angelina’s dance partner.”

"Huh?" Roger's eyes widened in surprise.

Even Scott and George looked at Fred in surprise, wondering if he had lost his mind.

How could he get the girl he liked to be Roger's dance partner?

Did Fred not know what kind of person Roger was?

Roger asked, "You're really that confident in me? Are you sure I won't pursue that girl?"

"Come on, Roger." Fred rolled his eyes. "You haven't made an move in a long time, which proves that there aren't any girls at Hogwarts that interest you right now."

Roger chuckled and said, "Of course, the girl you like isn't my type. But just because I don't make the first move doesn't mean others won't be captivated by my charm."

Roger's expression was incredibly smug, and Fred rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Don't worry, Roger, Angelina isn't interested in you." He said irritably. "She once said she didn't understand what other girls saw in you, and the way she talked about you was like she was talking about that awful Filch."

At this point, his smile widened.

"Oh, by the way, she's on good terms with Kachini, the guy who slapped you. Coincidentally, Kachini is in this group too."

"puff……"

Scott and George couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry, I probably can't help you. Since Angelina dislikes me, she probably won't accept my invitation."

Roger said with a dark expression.

"I think she'll accept a ball invitation from a boy she likes, oh, maybe a handsome boy with a French romantic flair."

“Hey, I’m going to Beauxbatons,” Fred said through gritted teeth.

"Really? Good luck." Roger smiled again.

At this moment, the changes in the classroom finally stopped.

The indoor area has been expanded several times over, and the space has become spacious again.

A dueling stage appeared in the center of the classroom.

"Quiet."

Professor McGonagall walked onto the stage and looked around at the audience.

"The 25 selected students, please step forward."

Scott and his group stopped talking, stepped out of the crowd, and came down to the stage.

Professor McGonagall told them, “When you visit another magic school, your every word and action will represent Hogwarts, the oldest magic school, and our educational achievements. As some of the finest students at Hogwarts, you should always keep this in mind…”

Professor McGonagall's admonitory speech was a bit more verbose than Dumbledore's usual speech, but not too verbose.

It ended after three minutes.

Next, Professor Moody walked onto the stage using a prosthetic leg.

"Everyone knows what happened in this year's World Cup final." His expression was grim, and his voice was filled with anger.

The students' expressions changed at that moment, and no one smiled anymore.

Professor Moody continued, "For a time, Britain failed to host the Quidditch World Cup! Hogwarts also missed out on hosting the Triwizard Tournament!"

The atmosphere in the classroom became a little heavy.

"Everyone knows why this happened, but it's undeniable that these things have made us lose face in front of the French, the Germans, and all those foreigners."

“Your representatives going out to exchange ideas with Britain may encounter a lot of ridicule, or even criticism.”

"But you all know what to do!"

Professor Moody spoke in a deep voice.

His demonic eyes darted around rapidly, seemingly scrutinizing everyone's reactions.

He set his sights on a Slytherin. "Mr. Warrington, you tell us."

All eyes turned to Cassius Warrington, the Slytherin Chaser.

The pressure of being watched closely by Professor Moody was immense, and Warrington was clearly a little nervous, but he still managed a forced smile.

"I will become a champion and win the championship for Hogwarts."

His answer, though not particularly forceful, was still somewhat confident.

Professor Moody remained noncommittal, then turned to look at Cedric.

“And you, Mr. Diggory,” he asked. “I’ve heard from many people that you are the best student at Hogwarts, and I look forward to your answer.”

"Yes, Professor Moody."

Cedric smiled slightly.

"Despite the potential ridicule and distrust from others, all we can do is silence the doubters with our best performance. I believe we can all do that, because Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world."

Faced with the same pressure of being watched by Professor Moody's magic eye, Cedric performed much better than Warrington, appearing calm and composed.

The professors were clearly quite satisfied.

Although Professor Moody still did not offer any comment, his tense expression relaxed somewhat, and Professor McGonagall even smiled.

Warrington, who answered first, was clearly unconvinced. After seeing the professors' reactions, he glared at Cedric fiercely.