The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"How could that be? You understood that book?" Lucio looked utterly devastated. "No, it's unlikely. I roughly know your alchemy skills, but Hogwarts doesn't offer alchemy classes, nor does it have any famous alchemists..."

He seemed to be in a state of confusion.

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Who says Hogwarts doesn't have famous alchemists? Don't forget that our headmaster Dumbledore once collaborated with Nicolas Flamel and invented twelve uses for dragon's blood."

He couldn't reveal the existence of Ravenclaw's mentor, so he attributed the credit for deciphering the book to Dumbledore.

Lucio was stunned. "Could it be that Dumbledore's alchemy skills are better than all the alchemy professors in Beauxbatons? Ever since I joined the Scholars' League, I've been studying that book with the help of the professors, but we haven't made much progress."

He turned to look at Dumbledore, who was chatting with Mrs. Maxime at the teachers' table, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Do you think I can ask Professor Dumbledore for advice?" he asked in a dreamy tone. "I am a student of Beauxbatons. Will Dumbledore answer my questions?"

As he spoke, he turned to Scott, his gaze intense. "You're really lucky, Scott. What do you think about me transferring to Hogwarts? Do you think I can succeed?"

Scott was stunned by his performance.

Fred, forgetting to talk to the other end of the [magic mirror], looked at Lucio with astonishment.

“Oh…transfer schools? No need,” Scott said. “You can ask Professor Dumbledore; he’d be happy to answer questions for young wizards.”

Lucio was immediately thrilled. "Really? That's wonderful! I can't wait!"

Scott quickly changed the subject, "Before I came, didn't you say you'd give me a surprise?"

“Oh, the surprise is that stone platform where the Goblet of Fire is placed,” Lucio said in a listless tone. “You’ve already broken through it.”

Just then, Mrs. Maxim, who was in the main seat, stood up and began to speak.

"Before the Halloween dinner begins, I need to clarify two things."

"First, there is the issue of the studies of the students in the Hogwarts and Durmstrang delegations."

She waved her hand, and a pamphlet appeared in front of all the Hogwarts and Durmstrang students.

"Because the Triwizard Tournament will last throughout the entire school year, in order not to affect your learning progress, you are free to choose any class at Beauxbatons to audit."

"Introductions to all courses, as well as detailed course schedules, are in the booklet in front of you."

Upon hearing her words, Scott picked up the beautifully printed booklet in front of him.

The cover of the booklet had several lines of text in various sizes—

Welcome to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

[FOR Hogwarts and Durmstrang Guests]

[This is a guidebook to ensure you have a pleasant learning and living experience at Beauxbatons.]

I casually flipped through the booklet, which contained a comprehensive introduction to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, including the school's history, maps, courses, professors, and other information. It was very detailed and illustrated.

The manor map included in the booklet even has an automatic navigation function.

“I also helped with the production,” Lucio said. “Of course, it took me a lot of time.”

"Thank you, you've made such a thoughtful preparation," Scott exclaimed.

At this point, Dumbledore and Professor Hartman also read the pamphlet and expressed their gratitude to Mrs. Maxim on behalf of their respective schools.

Mrs. Maxim nodded demurely. "It's what we should do."

Then, she raised her voice again, "Also, the results of the Warriors selection will be announced publicly after the banquet."

With that, she announced the official start of the Halloween dinner.

Tonight's menu is quite different from the menu at yesterday's welcome banquet.

All the dishes and drinks were made in a Halloween style, which looked a bit spooky.

The meat was made to look bloody, and many were shaped like internal organs. The pudding looked like a brain, and the fruit juice looked like a glass of blood.

But I must say, the taste was pretty good.

However, the atmosphere at the banquet was not lively, and most students had no appetite.

It wasn't because the dishes were disgustingly presented, but because everyone was eagerly anticipating the birth of the three warriors.

Finally, when the dishes on the table disappeared and were replaced by piles of small pumpkin lanterns and candies, Mrs. Maxim stood up again.

This time, instead of standing in her seat, she stepped out and onto the stone platform where the Goblet of Fire was placed.

At that moment, the banquet hall fell completely silent.

Nervousness and anticipation.

Everyone stared intently at Mrs. Maxim's every move.

"The Goblet of Fire is about to make its decision!" Madame Maxim spread her arms wide. "The name of the warrior will be born from the flames. Let us begin to look forward to it..."

As she spoke, all the candles gradually went out, and the banquet hall grew darker and darker.

Only the blue and white flames in the [Goblet of Fire] burned brighter and brighter, constantly spewing out sparks.

Bang.

A large number of sparks burst forth, and in an instant, the blue-white flames turned red.

Immediately afterwards, a tongue of fire shot high into the air.

A piece of charred parchment flew out of the fire and landed in Mrs. Maxim's hand.

Mrs. Maxim gently pinched the piece of paper with two thick fingers and squinted her eyes.

The flames then turned blue-white.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for her to read the name on the slip of paper.

“First, the very first, a warrior from Durmstrang.” Mrs. Maxim’s voice was low at first, then gradually rose, “Viktor Krum!”

Cheers and applause erupted instantly, sweeping through the entire banquet hall.

“Come here, Mr. Krum,” Mrs. Maxim beckoned to Krum, who had stood up. “Come to the front.”

Krum strode forward and stood in front of the stone platform.

When the flames turned red again, the name of the second warrior appeared.

"The second one is a warrior from Beauxbatons..."

Mrs. Maxim paused for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction.

She proudly pronounced the name.

"Hibiscus Delacour!"

Amidst even more enthusiastic applause and cheers, Furong stood up and walked forward, swaying her silver hair.

She bowed to Mrs. Maxim and then turned to stand beside Krum.

Just then, the third parchment flew out from the bursting red flames.

Mrs. Maxim reached out and picked up the piece of paper, a moment of surprise on her face.

But she quickly composed herself and loudly read out the name on the piece of paper.

"The third, a hero from Hogwarts, Scott Trollope!"

"Oh, it's me."

Scott stood up.

"Oh! It's you! Scott!"

"Well done, Scott!"

Fred and Roger both stood up and hugged Scott, appearing even more excited than Scott himself.

Scott also heard cheers and applause coming from the Magic Mirror.

“Congratulations, Scott!” Lucio clapped as well.

Scott nodded and got up from his seat.

"Go for it, Scott!"

Scott turned around and saw Cedric giving him a "good luck" sign.

"I will."

Scott smiled slightly, stepped forward, first bowed politely to Mrs. Maxim, and then turned to stand next to Fleur.

"Three heroes representing the three schools have been chosen!" Mrs. Maxim's voice came from behind. "Let us congratulate them!"

Another round of cheers and applause erupted.

When the sound stopped, Mrs. Maxim stepped down from the stone platform.

"Next, the Warriors will go to the side lounge to receive their initial pre-game coaching."

Mrs. Maxim gestured to Fleur with her eyes.

“Please lead the two gentlemen to the lounge, Furong. You know where it is.”

"Yes, Mrs. Maxim."

Fleur behaved very obediently in front of Mrs. Maxim.

"Gentlemen, please follow me."

Scott and Krum exchanged a glance and followed behind Fleur.

They passed through several layers of opaque black curtains, came to a corridor, and then entered a lounge furnished with light blue sofas.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, providing warmth.

Once away from the crowd, Furong seemed to become more lively.

"Please have a seat, gentlemen. By the way, may I address you by your names?"

“Of course,” Scott replied politely.

But the taciturn Krum simply nodded expressionlessly.

He seemed somewhat aloof, sitting a considerable distance away from Scott and Fleur when he took his seat.

Fleur glanced at him, then looked at Scott. "Scott, I didn't expect you to succeed. How long until you turn 17?"

Her eyes held a probing look, as if she wanted to find out information about Scott.