Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

If it were a normal Hagrid, he would have seen the two immediately and waved back, but today Hagrid seemed to be possessed and remained unmoved, mechanically brushing the mane of the horse in front of him over and over again.

The two exchanged a glance and slowed their pace. By the time they reached Hagrid, even the half-closed Divine Horse had noticed them, but Hagrid still seemed lost in thought.

Jimmy, as if struck by a sudden thought, gestured for Simon to be quiet, then called out abruptly, "Ms. Maxim is here!"

"Where?!" Hagrid snapped awake, looking around frantically, but all he saw were two people laughing at his feet. His face immediately turned bright red. "I, I just..."

Chapter 290 Registration Time

Hagrid's face turned red, and he stammered as he tried to explain, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

"Stop talking, Hagrid, we all understand!" Seamus slapped Hagrid's thigh exaggeratedly, winking and making faces. "She's a 'great' beauty, it's reasonable for you to like her, Hagrid."

Magnetic Titans might be able to accommodate male humans, but male Titans are unlikely to meet the aesthetic standards of female humans.

There may only be a handful of mixed-race giants in the world, and Hagrid should seize this opportunity.

Even Jimmy was very supportive of Hagrid's relationship, as Ms. Maxim's physique was a perfect match for Hagrid's.

"We support you. If you need help, feel free to contact me anytime!"

Hagrid sounded annoyed, his voice rising and falling. "I don't need any help... I know what to do! Of course I know what to do!"

He is very confident because he now has a perfect physique!

Like an enlarged version of the Hulk, he was full of power. He noticed that Maxim, that woman, was secretly watching him while they were eating yesterday.

"Wow! That's good. I also brought you a gift. I hope it will help you win over Ms. Maxim as soon as possible."

Jimmy took the Sithron Supplement out of his pocket. The potion in the bottle was gray and looked like a bottle of lime water.

Hagrid bent down and, upon seeing the potion bottle in his hand, gasped in surprise, "This...this could be...Sithron?!"

"Yes, this is a newly made Cisron supplement, made from materials from the body of Ukrainian Iron Belly. There are only two bottles available for now."

Dodging Hagrid's large hand that was trying to take the potion, Jimmy had to make it clear before using it: "I've only tested it on animals, Hagrid. This is for you to try out. If there are any problems, you have to tell me immediately!"

Hagrid's mind was originally filled with Maxim, and now his eyes were filled with Sythron. He couldn't hear or remember what Jimmy had said, and just kept nodding.

Qunbolong hadn't yet pushed Ximo's body to its limits, but he was eager to try Xislong's effects, saying enviously, "Hagrid has great talent. If he had started training earlier, he might have become the most beautiful bodybuilder in the world."

Using "beautiful" to describe a man might be mistaken for effeminate, but Hagrid's strong and well-defined muscles can indeed be described as beautiful.

Just looking at Hagrid's muscles is a visual treat. My favorite activity at the gym every day is to be next to Hagrid, watching his bare torso and listening to his powerful breathing as he lifts heavy weights.

That kind of training seemed to give them inexhaustible energy every day, driving them to train like crazy in pursuit of the perfect physique.

"Can I drink it now?" Hagrid asked eagerly as soon as he received the potion.

As soon as Jimmy nodded, Hagrid uncorked the bottle and poured the entire potion into his mouth.

After throwing down the bottle, he let out a triumphant roar, grabbed his vest with both hands and tore it to shreds, ran to his custom squat rack, adjusted the weight to the limit of 10 tons, picked up the bar and started squatting.

"Wow, it's starting! I'm joining too!"

The slightly chilly November weather couldn't dampen Simo's enthusiasm for fitness. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique, and joined Haig's workout, lifting the barbell and starting to squat.

The divine horse snorted and quietly moved away from the hut, afraid of getting burned by the enthusiasm for fitness.

More and more members of the fitness club came from the direction of the castle, and it soon became a training ground for a group of naked hunks.

Jimmy has a great physique, with abs, pecs, V-line, and a Christmas tree-like appearance, but his body is more of an endurance type, which is not the same as bodybuilding.

Hermione knew better than anyone how good his stamina was...

Near the Beauxbatons carriage on the lawn not far away, several Beauxbatons students sat chatting on the grass.

Several girls saw Jimmy walk by and waved to him with smiles.

On the way back to the castle, Jimmy passed by the Black Lake and saw many Durmstrang students running along the lake, and a few of them even took off their underwear and jumped into the icy Black Lake to swim.

Jimmy simply nodded in response, then quickly looked away from the girls and walked into the castle's portico.

Today is Saturday, no classes.

On a typical Saturday, many students would sleep in late, but today was different. Many students got up early and sat in the auditorium to see who would drop the note into the Goblet of Fire.

They certainly wouldn't miss such a rare spectacle.

The Great Hall's decorations have changed again after just one night; they've been transformed into Halloween decorations. Every year, Hogwarts' Halloween decorations are pretty much the same, with bats from who-knows-where and all sorts of pumpkin lanterns.

The moment Jimmy stepped into the Great Hall, his radar instantly locked onto Hermione, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table.

Several books were piled up in front of her, and she was engrossed in reading them, only occasionally glancing in the direction of the Goblet of Fire.

After sitting down in front of Hermione, Hermione looked up, said good morning to him, and then went back to reading her book.

Jimmy leaned his cheek against the table, glancing at the title of the book Hermione was holding: *The History and Catastrophe of the Triwizard Tournament*.

Hermione became engrossed in the work she had taken on, which made Jimmy somewhat anxious, since Hermione had previously been handling his work.

Suddenly she had something of her own to do, like a child she had raised suddenly learning to run.

"What did Dumbledore say to you last night?" Jimmy asked, sounding rather bored.

Hermione smiled at him. "No, I can't say. I have to ensure the fairness of the competition."

"Ah, you don't trust me anymore..." Jimmy wanted to make his voice sound more exaggerated, but his damn possessiveness made him feel sullen.

Hermione was about to speak when the noise of the twins and a group of people came through the door.

Lee Jordan and several upperclassmen from the Quidditch team surrounded George and Fred as they entered the Great Hall. Each of them held a vial of potions in their hands and paraded around the Great Hall like a soldier.

Then, in front of everyone, they drank the potion and jumped into the age line drawn by Dumbledore.

George and Fred immediately cheered excitedly and high-fived each other, but the moment they dropped the note, it was blasted away by the age line.

When they got up from the floor, everyone in the auditorium laughed.

Because both of them had completely white hair and white beards growing all over their chins...

Jimmy wasn't paying attention to that side, and Hermione only glanced at it twice.

Using the book as cover, Hermione lowered her head and kissed Jimmy on the cheek, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, I promised Dumbledore I wouldn't reveal anything about the match to anyone who doesn't know."

Chapter 291 The First Exchange Between the Three Major Academies

Although he felt a little uneasy, Jimmy still supported Hermione having some time for herself to do things she was interested in.

For example, running for Minister of Magic...

Or perhaps it's about designing the rules and challenges for a three-way battle for supremacy.

"Remember to come to me if you encounter any difficulties." Jimmy propped himself up, his eyes still fixed on Hermione.

Hermione raised her chin slightly and said, "Maybe I can organize this Triwizard Tournament entirely on my own. I'm looking at the history of previous Triwizard Tournaments right now. They even had students defeat a dragon!"

Speaking of the history of the Three Kingdoms Tournament, it was an educational disaster that lasted for a century. Ironically, many people at the time thought it was normal and implemented it according to the standards of the time for more than two hundred years.

More than fifty students died during that period.

Today's social environment places great importance on human life, making it inappropriate to apply standards from hundreds of years ago.

Therefore, Hermione wanted to organize a Triwizard Tournament that wouldn't be too dangerous, but would bring out the best qualities in the three warriors.

Three strong, three challenges.

“I have a great idea!” Even though she couldn’t reveal the details of the challenge, Hermione’s urge to share still led her to let slip a little information: “It’s fair and will test the warriors’ abilities in all aspects.”

Jimmy nodded as he ate his breakfast, but after swallowing a bite of bread, he suddenly remembered that Hermione's personality and preferences were quite different from ordinary people, so he asked hesitantly, "Uh... Hermione, you're not going to give the heroes a test, are you?"

Hermione, who was talking nonchalantly, froze and stammered, "I, well, a warrior should be excellent in every way. What's wrong with testing one's knowledge?"

"It's not bad—the cauldrons in Beauxbatons Potions are different sizes from those in Hogwarts, and Debra Strong also teaches Dark Magic..."

Jimmy was very considerate of Hermione's pride and expressed himself tactfully.

If test questions are created haphazardly without taking into account the cultural background and knowledge of the three schools, the situation will be very bad.

Moreover, the three stages of the three-way competition are actually a test of courage, wisdom, and adaptability. If they were all turned into exams, it wouldn't be so interesting.

Hermione covered her face with the book, took a deep breath, and after calming herself down, her face returned to its usual composure. "Of course I know, so I will think about it very seriously! I plan to finish reading the books here first."

"Okay..." Jimmy made a zipping motion in front of his mouth, meaning he wouldn't say anything more, and got up to kill time elsewhere.

It's so boring without Hermione to play with.

After breakfast, I wandered around and eventually found myself heading towards Hagrid's cottage.

A large crowd gathers in front of Hagrid's cabin. Every Saturday and Sunday, it becomes a popular spot for people to work out, as the fitness club operates all day on Saturdays.

They poured out their sweat and youth, forging their bodies into works of art.

With the help of the potion, Colin Crevy grew to 1.7 meters tall, with shoulders as large as pumpkins and muscles that presented a relatively harmonious aesthetic. Unfortunately, his brain hadn't developed and he still had a puppy-like face.

This stark contrast, much like the presence of deformed individuals, can create a powerful impact. In the last century, circuses in Europe and America often toured with people born with deformities.

The public space of a fitness club can achieve this effect, and at this time, many students gathered in front of Hager's Hut.

Not only Beauxbatons, but also Durmstrang's men.

Durmstrang students pointed and whispered with serious expressions at the group of muscular, baby-faced men working out. They had always thought that Hogwarts students were a bunch of hothouse flowers.

But they were wrong; there were still some guys in this school who could be called warriors.

Look at those students exercising naked in temperatures around ten degrees Celsius, and that professor with impossibly well-defined muscles leading them.

Fitness is a way to hone one's willpower and can significantly increase resistance to dark magic such as the Imperius Curse. Durmstrang has a long tradition of fitness.

Compared to the students at Hogwarts who shout out outrageous numbers, Durmstrang's physical training seems as laughable as a high school gym class.

"Whew! 200!!!" Hagrid put the barbell back on the rack. He had just completed five sets of two-handed barbell curls with a maximum weight of 3.35 tons.

Fortunately, the ground was covered with hardened wooden planks, otherwise the barbell rack would definitely have been bent and collapsed.

The students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons gradually began to show some awe towards the students of Hogwarts; the people here were not as idle as they had imagined.

Although their Defense Against the Dark Arts class was practically nonexistent, Hogwarts did have some impressive professors, such as this one... who was the same age as the headmaster of Beauxbatons.

It looks incredibly powerful even from a distance!

"Hello, may I try this?"

After watching for so long, someone has finally taken the first step in communicating.