Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Harry, who had been exhausted by Kingsley's special training and had no extra strength left, received good news that day.

Kingsley tells him that training will be suspended for a day.

This made him feel greatly relieved - it was like he had escaped from the gates of hell, and Ron took the initiative to join in and accompany the prince in his studies.

Last weekend, Harry received individual tutoring from Headmaster Dumbledore, and was almost exhausted. Even Ron, who was assisting him, felt overwhelmed.

They thought Kingsley was strict enough until they realized that Dumbledore's requirements were much stricter than the former.

The usually amiable headmaster became a different person during training and teaching. His every word and action was full of majesty. This was another side of the old man that Harry had never come into contact with.

The direct result of one day of special training was that Harry couldn't even complete the recovery training conducted by Kingsley on Sunday, and he couldn't muster up the energy for the whole week.

Finally, I had a chance to take a break.

With this thought in mind, he and Ron walked briskly back to the common room. As soon as they entered the door, they saw everyone gathered together, staring at a fifth-year prefect posting a notice on the bulletin board.

After a lot of effort, the two of them squeezed to the front of the crowd and read the notice clearly.

[According to the schedule adjustment, representatives from Ilvermorny and Castellobus will arrive at 10pm on Saturday, October 15th. Please arrive at the main gate of the castle on time to greet our guests and attend the welcome dinner. ]

"Didn't they say they would come on Halloween?" Ron asked in surprise. There was also a lot of discussion around him.

After a while of chattering, no one could come to a conclusion. Only Fred and George, who were rare in not joining in the fun, sat on the sofa staring at each other and muttering to themselves.

"Could it be that Uncle Eric's suggestion to change the registration and selection mechanism was passed?" Fred asked.

George thought about it and nodded slightly: "I think it's possible. We can ask him."

The brothers' guess naturally could not be verified, because since the beginning of this semester, no little wizard had ever been able to find Lynn in the office on weekends, and the twins who rarely went to the office were no exception.

Four identical notices appeared simultaneously in the common rooms of every college. The news quickly reached everyone's ears, and provided important and interesting topics of conversation for the young people who had nothing to do on the weekends.

Throughout the day, no matter where Harry and his friends went, they could hear the same topic - what the differences were between the students of the two American schools, and who would become the champion of Hogwarts in the end.

At noon, when they were having lunch, everyone was surprised to find that the Great Hall had been decorated in just one morning, with a huge Hogwarts emblem hanging at the deepest part, and flags and banners of each college around it.

In addition, there are two huge emblems. Harry and Ron naturally cannot recognize them, but Hermione, who has been paying attention to this matter since the beginning of the school year, must know them.

"This is the school emblem of Ilvermorny and Castellobusch. Professor Eric talked about it." She held a thick book and straightened her hair, which had become fluffy and messy. "He was introducing these two schools to Cedric this morning."

"Cedric?" Ron curled his lips. "Are you sure he will be our champion?"

"He is the best one in our club, except for Doris who has graduated." Hermione said, "The professor also admires him the most and has taught him a lot of magic. I think his training may be even harder than Harry's."

"Okay..." Ron muttered, and judging from his expression he didn't seem very convinced, but in the end he didn't say anything.

His abnormality also surprised Hermione a little.

Harry didn't pay much attention to the conversation between his two good friends. While eating, he looked at Lynn, Dumbledore and Kingsley who were sitting at the staff table.

The lively atmosphere of the morning and the gradual recovery of his physical condition made him think of the championship again.

His eyes drifted uncontrollably towards the Ravenclaw table, or more precisely, towards the Asian witch sitting among several girls.

The age of fourteen or fifteen is a good time to have some vague feelings of young love.

Of course, this is generally speaking, some people may be earlier and some may be later.

For example, Ron, who was turning his grief and anger into appetite, and Ginny, who was sitting not far from the others and drinking her drink nonchalantly.

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Anyway, after a long afternoon, the young wizards from the four academies packed up their personal belongings as required, changed into top hats and cloaks that were only required to be worn on major occasions, and gathered in the entrance hall.

The professors arrived just before them, including Trelawney, who had been staying in her office. Harry couldn't help laughing when he saw that she was still wearing the same funny sequined dress she had worn last Christmas.

"Don't just stand there, Potter." McGonagall's stern voice made him give up the idea, "Go and line up."

Not only her, but the deans of every college showed rare seriousness, lined up their students and carefully checked everyone's appearance.

After a while of chaos, they finally lined up and walked out of the castle one after another.

The weather was not good. Although it did not rain, it was a bit gloomy - the heavy clouds blocked the sunset and the refreshing night that was approaching.

Harry and his two companions stood in the crowd of fourth years, looking very inconspicuous - in stark contrast to the male and female student union presidents and prefects at the front.

As the time drew closer, the young wizards began to wonder how the two schools would arrive, and whispers of discussion began to spread, so much so that McGonagall had to walk from the last row where the teachers were sitting to their side.

But it was only slightly alleviated, because curiosity is everyone's instinct, and wizards are especially strong in it.

Not to mention that right behind the little wizards stood an old man who was even more curious and preferred to create a lively atmosphere in such occasions.

Just when McGonagall was finally about to restore order, Dumbledore's voice rang out.

"I think I saw our American friends who came from afar. It seems they came together!"

"Where is it? Why can't I see it?" Harry looked around. Ron beside him was also shouting - they were not alone, many students were like this.

Amidst the chaos, only a few people raised their heads and looked up at the heavy dark clouds in the sky.

"Coming." Doris said calmly, but the heat between her eyebrows completely betrayed her current mood.

Before he finished speaking, suppressed screams came from the array of students.

More and more people looked up and saw a pair of huge monsters of completely different styles falling from above with lightning speed and momentum.

In just a few breaths, they passed through the clouds that were so dense that it looked like it would rain at any moment, and revealed their true appearance.

An airship that is a hundred meters long, with a bright silver-gray body. The huge balloon has the Ilvermorny school emblem and the logos of the four major colleges printed on both sides, like a moon surrounded by stars.

Not far away, a pyramid temple dozens of meters square swoops down with a momentum no less powerful than the former, as if the ancient feathered serpent god has come to the world with his temple, tall and majestic.

The distinguished guests from afar arrived two weeks in advance.

Chapter 445 It’s hard to refuse such hospitality

As if they were taking part in some kind of speed competition, the airship and the temple landed on the ground in close succession, with great momentum but without any impact; they were smooth and gentle.

The little wizards, who had been stretching their necks to look for a long time, finally had time to lower their heads and take a closer look at these two special means of transportation.

After a brief pause, the door of the airship opened first, and two men and two women in uniforms of different colleges walked out at the same time, standing respectfully on both sides. With a wave of their wands, a roll of seemingly thin red carpet extended from the cabin to the outside of the castle.

The spirited old man walked slowly over with twenty or thirty carefully selected young people behind him.

Dumbledore was the first to step forward and applaud, followed by the professors.

The students clapped their hands vigorously, and many who had never been to Ilvermorny even stood on tiptoe, trying to see more clearly through the gaps in the crowd.

"Egilbert, welcome you and the teachers and students of Ilvermorny to Hogwarts. It's our honor." Dumbledore said enthusiastically, holding hands with Headmaster Egilbert Fontana, who was obviously smaller than him.

"We are also honored and proud to participate in this event that originally belonged only to European wizards, Albus." Fontana smiled and turned sideways with a flushed face to avoid sight. "These are my students!"

The young people who came from North America looked a little tired, but they were still calm and composed. They just looked at the Hogwarts Castle with curiosity - the history carried by this thousand-year-old castle was awe-inspiring.

"Regulus Black?" A surprised voice came from among the students, from the fifth year of Slytherin.

The people who were only focused on keeping a close eye on Principal Fontenay and the students of Ilvermorny only then noticed that there was a less conspicuous black-haired wizard standing next to the student line. It was Regulus, who had just announced the truth of the matter and restored his reputation in the Daily Prophet not long ago.

He has changed back to his real name and appearance, although many students still use the nickname Professor Rachel.

Seeing that someone recognized him, he calmly raised his hand and waved gently to the crowd - some Slytherins might have felt complicated, but the other three houses cheered enthusiastically without hesitation.

This is a distinguished alumnus of Hogwarts and an unsung hero of the First Wizarding War.

"He may not like such a grand welcome." Fontana said half-jokingly, "But since Hogwarts is so welcoming, we can't be shabby."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands. Two young wizards standing at the end of the team walked through the crowd carrying something covered with black cloth. They stood straight in front of Dumbledore, took off their disguises, revealing two slender and beautiful snakes.

"Cross and Mia's kids - I think Hogwarts will take good care of them, right?"

"I think so. They will live comfortably in Hogwarts, right in our Black Lake." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Our Professor Hagrid and Professor Valk will be happy to take care of them."

Hagrid and another young professor who had just arrived at the school this year smiled stiffly at the same time.

"Then I'm relieved. Regulus will help them adapt to the environment in the next few months. These little guys are growing very fast and will grow up soon. But it doesn't matter. Lynn knows very well how to take care of them."

Fontenay blinked and smiled at Lynn, who was standing far back. He waved his hand, and the students of Ilvermorny consciously retreated to the side of the Hogwarts students, forming a small square and looking towards the temple that had been silent for a long time.

"It seems that you are faster this time?" Lynn looked at Regulus who was walking beside him with a teasing look.

"It's hard to say." Regulus responded with a mischievous smile, "Maybe they respect the elderly?"

Neither of them had any intention of hiding anything, and their voices were clearly heard by nearby students, attracting a number of sidelong glances - but only for a short while.

With a loud "boom", when the temple door opened, no one paid attention to them anymore.

A group of young wizards in bright green robes walked out, surrounded by an elegant old man and an old friend of Hogwarts.

"Professor Garcia! Good evening!"

"You're finally back, Professor Garcia!"

The long-awaited little wizards welcomed Professor Ines Garcia, who had been teaching here for half a year and had left a deep impression on everyone, with cheers much louder than before.

Inès completely overshadowed the students beside her and the principal, Libasho Pollachi, but with her increasingly cheerful personality, she certainly didn't care about these details and waved and responded to every little wizard who recognized her.

A sense of joyful reunion filled the air, even though she had been invited to guest-star as a duel instructor last winter.

"Albus!" Principal Pollachi shouted from a distance, "It's a bit cold here! How have you been recently? I have been looking forward to this day for a long time!"

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time, old friend." Dumbledore took a few steps forward and took the gift box that the headmaster personally brought over. The heavy weight made him almost unable to hold it. "What is this? It's so heavy."

"Fontana, that guy who takes advantage of his age, has already taken the lead, how can we fall behind? It's not worth much, just put it in your greenhouse and let the little guys in Europe open their eyes. In fact, I wanted to give you a few Kepola."

Polachi casually opened the lid of the gift box, and instantly, a light but pure fragrance spread out, which could be smelled clearly even from dozens or hundreds of meters away.

Fontena, who had just been in the limelight, curled his lips imperceptibly. The older the principal is, the more he seems to attach importance to these aspects and compete with each other.

"Tarapoto philodendron?" Professor Sprout said in amazement. "This is a specialty of yours."

"But you can definitely grow them in Europe, right, Pomona?" Pharmacists and herbalists have been inseparable since ancient times, Principal Pollachi said reservedly.

"It seems that this is indeed a great gift." Dumbledore said with a smile. Immediately behind him, a young wizard in his thirties trotted forward and took the gift box. He was John Williams, the new professor of Herbology found by Sprout.

"It seems that I am really old. It is difficult for me to carry such a heavy thing."

He said with a smile, then turned around enthusiastically and opened his arms to the two headmasters, "Please come in, we have prepared a banquet for the guests from afar. Please allow me to once again welcome you on behalf of Hogwarts. I hope our cooperation will continue for a long time."

In response, he received polite applause from the two American wizarding school delegations - in a sense, this year's tournament had already begun.

Chapter 446 First Show of Strength

After a banquet that was much more sumptuous than any previous festival, opening or closing dinner, dozens of students from Ilvermorny and Castellobus officially stayed at Hogwarts.

These young people who came all the way from the American continent were generally enthusiastic and polite. They sat among the young wizards of Hogwarts and quickly became familiar with each other after the meal.

There was even a particularly sociable seventh-grade student named Castrobus who ran to the staff table and gave Doris a bouquet of flowers. Unfortunately, he was ruthlessly rejected by the aloof Professor Foley.

But no matter what, compared to the not-so-pleasant Triwizard Tournament dinner that Lin En remembered, this year's welcome banquet was more enjoyable for both the host and the guests.

Although most of the reason may be the different days - the tournament has not officially started after all.

However, despite this, Lin En still sensed a faint smell of tension beneath the harmonious appearance.

It permeated among the three headmasters who were chatting happily, or to be more precise, among the two headmasters of other schools and McGonagall. Dumbledore didn't seem to care much.

“The real principal and the fake principal…” Lynn muttered softly, feeling the urge to compromise.

"What's going on, Professor?" Doris, who was sitting next to him, didn't quite hear it and asked with a smile, "Is there anything fun?"

"Nothing, I just thought of something related to our vice-president." Lin En curled his lips. "Come to think of it, don't you think that young man Castrobushe is quite interesting? He looks a bit like Boyce."

"No!" Doris' cheeks bulged visibly. "I'm not interested in dealing with this guy!"

"Are you referring to the one named Castrobus or Boyce?" Lynn continued to tease.

“…All of them!”

After a moment's silence, Doris became a little exasperated and her expression became fierce, like a little tiger.

Seeing that the situation was almost getting heated, Lynn decided to quit and laughed it off to change the subject, then directly pulled over Regulus and Ines, who were sitting on the other side of him, to help out.

Ines, who was not very serious, started to make jokes, and the matter was vaguely brought to an end - although Doris herself did not think so.

She turned her head casually and glanced at Boyce who was chatting with several Ilvermorny students.

"It's just...what the hell is going on?"

Gently stroking her fair forehead, Doris let out a long sigh and focused her attention on the pudding on the plate again.