AWB Chapter 253 Warrior Selection
Chapter 253 Warrior Selection
Chapter 253 Warrior Selection
If it weren't for the herbal medicine class that needs to leave the castle, many people may have forgotten the heat of midsummer.
Time unknowingly came to the end of June. When Professor McGonagall told them that there was still one week before the exam, the little wizards came back to their senses belatedly.
"Finally liberated!"
The salted fish who had no intention of competing for the place of the warrior let out a shout of excitement. Not everyone had such confidence in themselves that they could stand out from the hundreds of people in Hogwarts.
Cheering with Xianyu in the common room were also students from lower grades. This time, the difficulty of the course was increased for all grades. The only ones who were slightly better were the first-year students who had just entered school. After all, they still need to lay the foundation. To understand common sense, the professors' improvement teaching requires young wizards to master the most basic magic knowledge before they can continue.
But along with the cheers of liberation, there was a series of shouts of annoyance. Those students who wanted to become warriors and reach the pinnacle of life were all complaining that time passed too fast. They still had a lot to learn. Get stronger and stronger.
But the voice of complaining only appeared for a while. Many people poured a bottle of energy potion and then planned to drown themselves in the ocean of knowledge. After class, they went to participate in the duel practice at the D·A meeting On weekends, they recite the spell in the morning and squeeze out their own magic power in the afternoon to familiarize themselves with using the spell. This kind of ascetic life has lasted for half a year, and they rarely slack off.
Whether it's for honor or Galleon, this is an important event worthy of their dedication.
In a blink of an eye, the last week passed in a blink of an eye. The exams that came as scheduled made the little wizards sharpen their swords. The final exams not only determine their grades, but also test their learning achievements this year. The results of the exams also determine whether they can Get valuable places to sign up.
Among the main courses: Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbalism, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, you must get 3 O's to enter the primary selection. The salted fish have one to watch the fun, and those who have great expectations The glorious students waited anxiously for the results of the exam.
"Thirteen O's? How did you do it, Hermione? Didn't you only take four electives, how could you get excellent in thirteen subjects?"
In the hall of the auditorium, all the little wizards received the uniformly distributed transcripts, and Harry and the others were staring at Hermione's unscientific and magic list.
"I taught myself two elective courses, which are actually quite simple, just read the books, it's not difficult."
Hermione's relaxed and cheerful tone made other people turn their heads twitchingly. This kind of non-human thing is really outrageous.
"However, I was quite surprised that I got an O in the divination class. Professor Trelawney asked me to make a crystal ball prophecy, but I didn't know what to interpret at all."
"Then how did you do it?" Ron asked curiously.
"I told her that I saw the special snow goblin in our valley, and then Professor Trelawney happily said that I saw the unknown, Ron, you are going to die again, um... Interpret it according to her meaning, That's probably right."
"Huh???" Ron wrinkled his face and showed a distorted expression that he couldn't understand what was going on. "I gave her sherry for Christmas! Why is Professor Trelawney looking forward to it every day?" I burp?"
"From next year, her gift will be gone!"
Ron crossed his arms and looked at the teacher's bench. This nasty woman was greedy for a glass, and she was a little drunk before the dinner started.
But before Ron could continue to complain about Trelawney, who was messing with BUFF, a cry of grief and indignation sounded not far from Ron.
"How can it be like this! Why do you need to look at grades! Only nerds need to read books! The conditions for becoming a warrior shouldn't be like this at all!"
"I protest! Resolutely protest!"
It seems that a little wizard who failed the exam is venting his unwillingness, but in fact this is quite strange. The previous study pressure was great, but the difficulty of the exam was actually not high. In order to take care of those salty fish students, The professors have reduced the difficulty of the exam. As long as students study hard and work hard to become warriors, it is actually quite easy to get three O's.
Although no one could self-study two optional electives like Hermione, there were at least thirty or forty students who got eleven O's in seven main courses and four electives this year.
Even Snape's Potions, this year's students' report cards are very good, which can be regarded as a small reward for their hard work for half a year.
"Who is this?" Ron tilted his head and glanced at the idiot who was shouting 'Professor Dumbledore is fair to us', still curious in his heart.
"You forgot?" Harry said in surprise, "It's Cormac McLaggen,"
"He seems to have been complaining about the school's increased difficulty of teaching. I heard it many times in the lounge. This time he only got two E's, History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Oh! The one in the first grade who wanted to participate in the selection, but fell into Professor Sprout's dragon cesspool on a broom and ate it?"
Ron remembered what Fred and George told him back then, and he never forgot such a shocking thing.
There was a burst of laughter that was difficult to suppress, and the students sitting next to Ron could hear it clearly. This kind of feat that shocked the whole school is something that no one will forget.
"Maybe he thinks he can ride a broom into a rocket, and then carry a satellite into space. Not participating in the competition with such strength is the biggest waste of Hogwarts, right?"
Harry held back a smile with difficulty and opened his mouth. Harry still remembered the bullshit that this guy used to boast, and this guy also smashed a brand new Nimbus 2001. Wood still gritted his teeth when he saw him now.
"Maybe." Ron shrugged. This kind of person just wants to have fun, so why bother him so much, "Professor Dumbledore is here, I don't know what the final election is for."
Dumbledore, who had regained his health, came to the rostrum with brisk steps. This time, the hall of the auditorium left a large space in the center, and the dining table leaned against the wall, making the middle seem very empty.
"Good evening, boys."
Dumbledore spoke happily, and the noisy auditorium instantly became quiet, and McLaggen, who was being noisy, suddenly became the focus of attention, and his voice: It's not fair!Very loud in the suddenly quiet hall.
After being stared at by many eyes, the expected scene of shutting up and sitting down honestly did not appear. It seemed that the strength brought to him by these eyes looking at him made McLaggen flush with excitement on his face.
"Professor Dumbledore! It's not fair!"
He yelled louder, and this stupid appearance caused Professor McGonagall, who was on the teacher's bench, to cover his forehead with a headache. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Professor McGonagall has seen strange ones, but he has never seen such ones. Fantastic student.
"What's the matter, Mr. McLaggen?" Dumbledore asked seriously, with a pleasant face.
"The selection this time is unfair! Why do the selection of warriors need to be based on grades! Does reading a lot mean you must be good? We are selecting warriors! Not nerds!"
"I request that the selection threshold be removed. A true warrior should not be bound by grades! Hogwarts will definitely be a warrior without me, and that is definitely the school's greatest loss!"
His loud chanting did not get approving applause, and the little wizards stared at him impatiently, hoping that this guy would shut up quickly, there is no one who wants to be a warrior without getting three O's, really The students who want to be warriors are studying hard, and the self-conscious salted fish are already lying down, they are ready to watch the live broadcast, and then cheer for the warriors in school.
"It seems that Mr. McLaggen is very confident. Confidence is a very good quality, but rules are rules."
"This competition will be more difficult and dangerous than previous competitions. Although we will try our best to ensure that no unfortunate accidents will happen to the participants, it is not impossible to happen in difficult competitions."
"The knowledge taught to you by the professors this semester is the ability to save you from danger in the face of danger. Warriors will encounter unimaginable difficulties and obstacles, so I say."
Dumbledore looked at McLaggen and said: "The exam is necessary. Only when you prove that you can know how to deal with the dangers you encounter, can you have a chance to become a warrior for Hogwarts."
"This is for your safety. What's more, wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings. Knowledge is power. Warriors need strength."
"Okay, sit down, Mr McLaggen"
"But I'm better than these lower grade students, right! Why can they do it, but I can't? I..."
McLaggen's unconvinced strong words annoyed the little wizards who were waiting for the selection to begin.
"If I can't beat you within three seconds, I will lose. If you can win, I will give up participating in the selection of warriors. How about giving the spot to you?"
Seeing Ron's irritable expression, Neville, who got up gently, interrupted the barking of the defeated dog. He drew out his wand and walked into the aisle, challenging McLaggen.
"Is this all right, Professor Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore was still smiling and not angry, he nodded: "Everyone should wait anxiously."
"Three seconds? What are you kidding! Me."
"To shut up."
Neville pointed to the empty aisle, "Don't keep everyone waiting too long."
McLaggen, who was muttering something, stared at Neville viciously, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth seemed to say: Three seconds?How is it possible for three seconds? A man can hold on for three seconds. What kind of man can't hold on for three seconds.
"It will start as soon as Garen lands."
Neville flicked a gold Galleon with his fingers, and everyone's eyes focused on it.
With a soft 'ding~', McLaggen vigorously waved the wand in his hand!
"faint"
Neville gently shook the wand in his hand, and a thin beam of red light shot out instantly. The silent spellcasting that must be mastered in sixth grade is a must-learn for almost every student who wants to become a warrior. In the spell class, Professor Flitwick had set up a special cram class early on, and there were almost no preparatory warriors who would not learn it, but McLaggen was obviously not one of them.
Neville stretched out his hand to catch the flying wand. He looked at the person in front of him who fell into a bewildered panic after being hit by his Disarming Charm and the Silencing Charm, and shook his head imperceptibly.
"That's why you want to be a warrior?"
Neville threw back his wand, but made no attempt to lift the silencing spell he had cast, chattering flies were a nuisance.
"Obviously, studying hard will make you progress very quickly. Very beautiful silent spells and double casting. Five points from Gryffindor. Professor Flitwick will be very happy."
Dumbledore nodded to Neville, and behind him, Professor Flitwick, who was sitting on a high chair, happily took a sip of soda water. He was in a very happy mood. Excellent students are the greatest affirmation of his teaching .
"Okay, then let's start today's topic."
"First of all, all students who have passed the grades are asked to write down your names on the blank space on your transcripts."
Dumbledore waved his hand, and many quills appeared on the table for people to take at will.
The sound of rustling writing was endless, but soon, the sound disappeared.
The little wizards stared at Dumbledore intently, waiting for his next move.
"This time the selection of warriors does not rely on any other means, as the selection of warriors for the Triwizard Tournament, then it must be—"
Several strange wizards in uniform came out from the side door, one of them was carrying a tray, and the things on the tray were covered by a red flannelette.
"These three are members of the preparatory committee for the Triwizard Tournament. They are responsible for the selection of warriors for each school, recording and ensuring that the selection will not be subject to any interference."
A quaint stone platform suddenly appeared in the open space in the center, and the wizard carrying the tray put the tray on the stone platform, and then uncovered the red flannelette.
An unremarkable and even somewhat worn-out box appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the little wizards held their breaths. The wizard who was carrying the tray before drew out his wand, and then lightly tapped the box three times.
The old box slowly opened with a creaking sound, a blue-white flame rose from the box, and then a wooden goblet gradually lifted up, and the blue-white flame was in the goblet burning.
This rough-looking workmanship, or it should be said that it is a semi-finished tall wooden cup carved by an apprentice carpenter and apprentice, should be the props needed for the selection that Dumbledore said.
"This is the most traditional warrior selection prop in the Triwizard Tournament, the Goblet of Fire, but now the Goblet of Fire has been jointly written into new rules. The principals of all schools participating in this event have left various marks on this cup. Defensive magic, used to maintain the fairness of selection and prevent tampering."
"Put your transcripts with your names on it, and the Goblet of Fire will make its final choice after all the warriors participating in the selection have put their names in."
"Now, let's get started, everyone line up."
"But remember, if the grades on the report card are not met"
After a muffled sound of 'Boom~', McLaggen, who was about to stuff his report card into the Goblet of Fire, was instantly knocked into the air by the protective magic. After flying one or two meters, he fell to the ground and seemed to have passed out up.
"Okay. Sigh." Dumbledore sighed, "If you don't meet the standard and put your name in, it will trigger the magic protection above, and it won't be fatal, but it's inevitable to sleep." '
Dumbledore summoned a stretcher with a wave of his wand, and quickly took him out of the hall, but the three wizards were not surprised at all, Hogwarts was not the first school they went to, the weird bear kids There will be no school without it, it's just how many there are.
The young wizards who took the warning followed Dumbledore's words and lined up in front of the Goblet of Fire. They quickly threw the report card with their names on it, returned to their seats and waited anxiously.
Ten minutes later, the little wizards who delivered the names returned to their seats and sat down. The flame in the Goblet of Fire was burning fiercely at this moment. It seemed to be following the rules, exploring the power of the signer behind each signature.
Names have magical powers. In the wizarding world, any name signed by a wizard will be accompanied by some of his own branding, especially in such occasions with a strong purpose. Such an autograph can provide the Goblet of Fire with information beyond everything.
The core magic of this unremarkable cup is to interpret the names and judge the best candidates. After all, the Goblet of Fire cannot see the transcripts, and the transcripts are only the selection threshold set by Dumbledore.
"Okay, don't be nervous." Dumbledore said to the little wizards who knew that he would have to wait for a while, "You have worked very hard this year, and the professors and I have seen all this, so if you are not selected There is no need to be discouraged, the school has set up a small reward for every student who works hard."
"From now on, every student who has received an excellent evaluation for each main course will be able to get a small reward at the end of the semester for you to spend the whole vacation happily."
"Your generous Professor Sirius Black joined the Hogwarts Board of Trustees in October last year. He donated a herbal plantation to the school, and all the annual output will be used to reward you."
"The 'excellent' score of each main subject can be rewarded by the school with a bonus of five Galleons, so if you can achieve O in all seven main subjects, then 35 Galleons will allow you to live a life that can be achieved. Happy summer vacation with casual snacks."
At this moment, the nervousness of the little wizards was washed away by this surprising news. Is there anything better than sending money directly?
Studying is their duty, but they get five Galleons for getting an O in the exam!
Shout out 'Long live Professor Black! 'Almost toppled the ceiling of the auditorium, in this jubilant atmosphere, the flames on the Goblet of Fire burned to the extreme, changing from blue and white to dazzling fiery red!
A piece of paper with charred edges flew out, and was held in the hands of the three organization leaders of the Triwizard Tournament.
"The first one, Ron Weasley." He called out the name, "please come to me, the warriors selected later need to undergo the final certification of the success of the selection, record the identity certification such as magic power Procedures, in case there are twins or use various transformation methods to impersonate."
"Second, Cedric Diggory."
The person who announced the name did not give the little wizards any time to cheer. He opened his mouth like a cannonball, and the speed of the papers ejected from the Goblet of Fire was also very fast.
"Third, Hermione Granger."
"Fourth place, Neville Longbottom."
"Fifth place, Harry Potter."
"Okay, please follow me now, we are going to a quiet place, the procedures are quite complicated, we have to rush to Durmstrang later, please come with me."
Amidst the inconceivable exclamations of the senior students, the five followed the three wizards into the side door they had walked out before, leaving behind a group of excited or surprised young faces.
"Why! Why is this!"
They couldn't figure it out, if they lost to Ron, it would be fine, if they lost to Seid, then it would be fine, but why did three little wizards in the third grade beat them to get this hard-won warrior spot?
The uproar lasted for a long time, and it didn't dissipate until the end of the dinner.
(End of this chapter)