I swung a sword at Hogwarts

A student from Tarot School of Magic widened his eyes and blurted out: "Oh my god, this is Hogwarts?"

"It looks much more upscale than our place."

The girl next to him saw this and felt ashamed of him. She came over and slapped him on the back of the head, cursing, "Mr. Chen, please stop talking so much. Control your accent. You sound like a fool."

"Hey, don't touch me." The boy hid aside.

The girl was unhappy, "I'm just scratching it, I'm the captain this time."

"If you do this again, I will report you." The boy walked aside cursing.

The principal who led the team's eyes twitched, and he wished he could kick those two troublesome guys away with a tiger tail kick.

As soon as the principal of Ban'ade appeared, he began to secretly inquire about the candidates and strengths sent by various schools.

The headmaster of Kodostoritz and Slughorn were old acquaintances, and they agreed to have a couple of drinks in the evening.

The old man brought a bottle of vodka and assured Slughorn that it was just oolong tea and would not make him drunk.

The naive Slughorn laughed and said that the British drank all kinds of tea.

Headmaster Bailey of Castellobus came over immediately, took out some yerba mate, and asked Slughorn if he had ever drunk it.

With ten schools gathered together, it was extremely lively.

Hogwarts even expanded the auditorium for this purpose.

Teams from each school sat mixed with Hogwarts students.

At the extended Slytherin table sat Durmstrang and Mesmer.

The most dazzling Slytherin girl, Astoria, has long, smooth golden hair and a determined expression.

As a member of the Star Club, and even more so as a Slytherin.

Glory is the poison they cannot escape from.

Astoria raised her chin and scanned the entire audience with a disdainful look.

"I swear by the stars."

"Glory to Slytherin!"

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Chapter 821: Preparing for the School League

The school league begins its first event in November.

The students at Hogwarts were a little shocked at the beginning by coming from a foreign school.

In the library, faces of all kinds gathered together, frantically flipping through the knowledge from Hogwarts.

Especially the mysterious oriental power, each of them read a large number of books without changing their expressions.

It's like these are just their daily homework.

"What are they doing?"

A Gryffindor student's mouth dropped open. His name was Dennis Creevey.

The elder brother is Colin Creevey.

That’s right, he was Harry’s fanboy and later the official photographer during the campaign against the Saints.

Colin is now a contracted photographer for the Daily Prophet.

Dennis was confused by students from other schools.

"The first project of the school-level tournament is the accumulation of magical knowledge," said a wise Ravenclaw girl, "and this knowledge is likely to be encountered by students of this school, so they are starving the school library to supplement it during this period."

"So that's how it is." Dennis was amazed.

There are three types of school leagues.

Magic knowledge reserve, application of magic skills, Quidditch Magic Starry Sky Cup.

There is almost no upper limit to the reserve of magical knowledge, and knowledge of all subjects related to Hogwarts may be tested.

Whether it was Care of Magical Animals or Herbology, anything that might appear in the quiz competition was greedily taken up.

In the courtyard, you can see wizards drawing their wands and casting spells.

The flying magic frightened the students passing by.

Especially the students of Vagado, these people have a low dependence on magic wands. Sometimes when they get anxious, they just throw away their wands and start casting spells without wands.

The busiest time at Hogwarts is during mealtimes.

There are all kinds of things in the spacious auditorium.

I heard that each school brought their school chefs or house-elves.

The food at Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School is so delicious that people can't help but exclaim "God of Magic". Before seeing the thing called Maoxuewang, Dennis always thought that no one in the world would eat blood except vampires.

But after taking a bite, the spicy taste made his lips turn red in a short while.

What followed was an unstoppable madness.

The only problem is that for some reason the food at Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School is very strange.

Every time Dennis saw the kind cafeteria lady pick up the spoon, his heart beat at the same rate as the speed at which she flipped the spoon.

Principal Bailey of Castrobusa's greatest interest is to introduce barbecue and yerba mate tea to people from other schools. Every time he eats, he will hold a huge fork of barbecue and a knife in one hand and cut a large piece of meat from every empty plate.

Slughorn drank the yerba mate that looked like foam, and he had to frown every time. "This tastes so weird."

The other centenarian principal nodded approvingly and poured himself a glass of vodka.

Dennis made a new friend, a seventh-grade student at the Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School.

"My name is Dennis Creevey."

Dennis shook hands with the other party. He was not sure whether the other party could understand English.

He underestimated the power from the mysterious East. The boy spoke in standard English typical of a certain country's northeast region.

"Hello." Student Chen, who had a lot of meat stuffed in his mouth, shook hands hurriedly and stuffed a piece of garlic into his mouth.

Dennis was sure that this person was definitely not a vampire.

“If you don’t add garlic when eating meat, the flavor will be half gone.”

After swallowing the meat, Chen recited some ancient Chinese texts.

"My surname is Chen, and my name comes from an ancient oriental poem, which reads: I left Baidi in the morning among the colorful clouds."

Dennis barely understood, and asked, "So your name is Chen Caiyun?"

"No," Chen shook his head and said solemnly, "My name is Chen Chaoci."

Dennis: “…”

Well, Oriental people have strange names, which make Dennis puzzled.

But the other party must have some outstanding qualities to be here, like the group of students in Ban Ade, who wish they could live in the library.

Madam Pince couldn't drive the group away.

"Old Dan, I heard this is the Alma Mater of the Witch King. Are you in the same school as him?"

This Northeastern accent took Dennis a while to digest. He shook his head and said, "He is from Slytherin, that's where he is."

Dennis pointed to the Slytherin table, to the empty seat, and said, "That's the seat of the Wizard King. Slytherins never let anyone sit there."

When Chen Chaoci heard this, his eyes lit up, "Oh my god, the Great God's throne, I must rub it!"

Pulling Dennis along with him, he rushed towards the Slytherin table.

After a while, Chen Chaoci and Dennis squatted in the hallway and said sadly, "Old Dan, you are too disloyal. You didn't tell me that those guys would beat people up."

He bared his teeth, rubbed his purple eye circles, and said angrily: "I am a man who practiced the Golden Bell Cover in Shaolin Temple, but I was surrounded and beaten by more than a dozen people."

"Are you sure they are wizards?"

Dennis said with lingering fear: "They believe in the supremacy of strength. They are the strongest group of people in the school in duels and group fights."

Chen Chaoci's eyes were dull, "You idiot, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The main reason was that Dennis didn't expect that anyone would dare to pounce directly on Slytherin. You know, even Slughorn accidentally touched him again, and was almost killed by everyone's eyes.

"Chen, which event are you competing in?" Dennis became more and more curious about which event Chen Chaoci was participating in.

"What the hell is this project? I just applied to join the team because I don't want to be dragged into delivering packages."

Chen Chaoci complained: "You don't know how bad this crappy school is. I have to do an internship for a year just for an internship certificate."

"If I had known earlier, I would have gone to Longhu Mountain and at least learned the Golden Light Mantra."

Although he didn't know what internship and the Golden Light Spell were, Dennis patted his shoulder sympathetically and said, "It's not easy for you either."

Just as the two of them were squatting at the door, wondering whether Slytherin would chase them out and beat them up.

A sturdy figure walked into the foyer.

The visitor paused and glanced at the two people with messy hair at the door.

Neville was very suspicious as to why the painting styles of these two students were so unique.

Forget it, there are all kinds of students.

Neville walked into the Great Hall.

The two people were so engrossed in the conversation that they didn't realize they had missed anything and continued chatting.

Dennis mentioned that he had seen the Star Society before, and a student of Banard happened to come out.

"The Order of the Stars is a legend of Hogwarts," Dennis mused, "It is the treasure left by the Witch King in Hogwarts. It appears and disappears everywhere."

"The treasure of the Witch King?" Chen Chaoci was very interested.

Not only him, this sentence was quickly taken back by Ban Ade's student.

And next door to Banard, Durmstrang heard it.

Next up is Ilvermorny and Beauxbatons.

In almost a day, everyone knew that there was a secret room left by the Witch King in Hogwarts.

The treasure hunt begins this evening.

Filch's detention cell was almost full of people, including Chen Chaoci and Dennis.

They didn't understand why so many people showed up at the place they had agreed to meet.

...

November is already getting cold.

The wizard city had no idea where it was heading, and the wizards began to prepare to spend their first winter here.

The magic tower is extremely cold due to its structure.

Basil flew in from outside, passed over Tom's head, and landed on his own shelf.

A letter slowly fell on John, who was sitting cross-legged on the freezing cold ground.

John's eyelids moved and his drooping eyelids slowly opened.

He had just gone to another place in the Temple of Thought.

Hogsmeade village had not moved to the wizarding city, and he saw Hagrid and Madam Maxime carrying students out of it.

However, Madam Maxime was a little angry because Grawp had plucked several feathers from her rune horse.

Hagrid didn't think it was a big deal. As an expert on magical creatures, a few feathers falling off a horse wouldn't affect its flight.

The difference in thinking between men and women made Hagrid unable to understand why Ms. Maxime was angry.

John couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "Hagrid still doesn't understand Ms. Maxime's thoughts."

"You should at least pluck a few of Grawp's hairs. That would be an equal exchange."

John felt that his idea was correct and took a look at the letter that was delivered. Well, it was from Slughorn.