Chapter 353: Increasing Study Pressure, Face-Saving Project
It turns out that the method of the thought body is indeed correct. Professor Trelawney praised his homework in public during the divination class, and most of the predictions were correct.
What surprised him was that Harry and Ron were also praised, but their predictions were somewhat intriguing.
In their homework, they described their fate for the next month almost like they were possessed by the god of bad luck. Today they were burned by fire, tomorrow they lost money, and the day after tomorrow they had a fight with someone...
"Are your predictions reliable?" Aaron asked in disbelief, "A month of bad luck, every day is different, how did you do it?"
"It's made up." Ron said proudly, "We found that she likes to see us unlucky. It doesn't matter whether the prediction is reliable or not, but the professor thinks it's okay if it can pass."
"But the problem is what to do with the prediction of the next month's fate?" Harry frowned, "It's not easy to think of dozens of bad things to curse yourself!"
Aaron's mouth twitched slightly. He completed his homework by defeating the divination with divination, but these two were just playing for excitement. Can you curse yourself?
"By the way, have you also joined Hermione's House Elf Rights Promotion Association?" Ron looked at Aaron with some doubts, "She told us that you are the vice president."
Aaron:......
"Don't listen to her nonsense, it's just a simple transaction.
For the sake of friends, I paid to buy a low-quality badge from her, that's all."
In the next few weeks, Moody did what he said and cast the Imperius Curse on everyone in class to train students to resist this unforgivable curse. As for whether he would be reported, he was not worried at all. With Dumbledore's endorsement, the Ministry of Magic would not send anyone to arrest him for such a thing.
Because wizards have to take O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Level Test) in the fifth year, and the holding of the Triwizard Tournament will also occupy students' study time, so every professor tacitly adds some study pressure to the fourth-year students.
Professors McGonagall and Binns assigned more homework, Professor Snape forced students to study potions, Professor Flitwick required students to read three more magic books this semester, and even Hagrid was no exception, suggesting that students come to his cabin every other day to observe the blast-tailed skrewts and record their daily behavior.
This pressure was not relieved until a few days before Halloween, when a notice was posted in the entrance hall:
Triwizard Tournament
Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6 pm on October 30th, and afternoon classes will end half an hour earlier.
At that time, please send your schoolbags and textbooks back to the dormitory, gather in front of the castle to greet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet.
"Less than a week left." Aaron touched his chin, looked at Draco and asked, "Are you still sure you want to sign up? We in the fourth year don't have much advantage."
"Of course." Draco spoke confidently while giving Harry and the other two a provocative look not far away, "I'm sure I dare to sign up, but I don't know if some people have the courage."
"Humph! We will sign up too." Ron said carelessly.
"Forget it, I won't stop you." Aaron sighed speechlessly, "Fortunately, this is just the right to sign up, so take care of yourself!"
"You won't sign up?" Hermione asked in surprise, "This is eternal glory!"
"I'm not interested in glory."
Aaron waved his hand and returned to the common room with Abe in his arms.
With the appearance of this notice, the Triwizard Tournament became the biggest topic of conversation among students in the next few days.
Who will become the champion of Hogwarts? What events will be in the Triwizard Tournament? How are the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang different from them?
In addition, the castle also underwent a general cleaning. The portraits hanging in the corridors and hallways were wiped, and the armor and statues were polished to a bright shine.
Filch asked students to pay attention to their appearance more than once, and other faculty members also seemed particularly nervous.
As the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament, the face project must be done well, and even Professor McGonagall's attitude is much stricter than usual.
October 29th, night.
Aaron had a brief discussion with the thought body in the Shenming Hall, and then began to practice the ultimate elemental magic circle on paper.
"Tomorrow, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be here. Do you have any thoughts?"
"It has nothing to do with me." Aaron said lightly, "By the way, have you chosen a name for the gun? My intuition tells me that I will use it soon."
"Well..." The thought body smiled awkwardly, "I thought about it for a long time, but I think the most suitable one is the red spider lily."
Aaron was stunned for a moment, looking at the pattern on the flintlock pistol, and his face twitched slightly.
"I am worthy of this. Can I be a little lazier?"
The Missing Body spread his hands innocently, "You know yourself. This is the best. If you don't believe me, you can look at my memory."
"Forget it, the red spider lily is the red spider lily!
I hope the other four guns made by Alger's ancestors have different patterns, otherwise..."
"No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4, No. 5, concise and clear." The thought body said directly, but when he saw the black lines on Aaron's forehead, he immediately changed his words, "Just a joke, just a joke.
But I am a little curious about what can make my original body look so sad."
"Nothing, maybe I think too much.
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will come to Hogwarts tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow is Halloween Eve."
The thought body's face also restrained a little. Halloween Eve is definitely a cursed festival in Hogwarts. Although I don't know what will happen, I should be mentally prepared.
Back in the dormitory, Aaron lay on the bed and checked his system tasks this year.
[Participate in the Triwizard Tournament;
Complete the task to reward 2000 magic points, no penalty for failed tasks, do you accept it?]
"System, you are forcing me! "
"The host has the right to choose, you can refuse."
Aaron laughed. This task was posted on the day the notice was posted.
At that time, his first reaction was to give up, but this decision was suppressed by the reward for completing the task.
That was two thousand magic points. He had to sign in at Hogwarts for two hundred days to save so much. It was rare for the system to be so open!
More importantly, he really needed this reward now because he was too poor.
Since the beginning of school, he has been diligently signing in every day, but he can't stand the frequent consumption!
He didn't miss the dress-changing magic, the traceless stretching spell, the mermaid's tears, the thunderbird's tail feathers, and the consumption of refreshing the mall...
After staying in school for nearly two months, the magic points in his hand were only in the double digits, not even half a hundred.
Money is needed when it is needed. It is not enough to describe his current embarrassment. Facts have proved that money is never enough.
"I'll think about this again!" Aaron said helplessly, "Are there no other tasks?
You are an upgraded system, why are you so stingy? "
"It depends on the actual situation." The system explained seriously, "This system also has professional ethics. Tasks that are not up to standard are not worthy of appearing on the task panel."
Aaron:.......
Damn! What he said is really justified and does not accept any rebuttal.
The next day, the last potion class ended half an hour early.
After the bell rang, the Gryffindors and Slytherins in the classroom returned to the common room one after another, ready to change into clean and tidy clothes to welcome the upcoming guests.
"Gaius." Snape reminded helplessly, "Did you forget the content of the notice? Put your schoolbag and textbooks back to the dormitory, change your clothes and gather in front of the castle."
Snap!
Aaron snapped his fingers, and the wizard robe on his body automatically changed.
"This is a dress-up magic, not a transfiguration. This luggage is real."
Snape's mouth twitched slightly, "What about the schoolbag and textbooks? "
Abe jumped onto the table and stuffed the two items into his pocket in front of Snape.
"Let's line up!"
"Okay!"
Aaron followed Snape out of the Potions classroom and joined the Slytherins of other grades in the lobby.
After everyone arrived, the deans began to organize the students to line up and check whether everyone's clothes were up to standard. After all, they were going to show up in front of the other two magic schools. If one of them stood out, it would be embarrassing for the entire Hogwarts.
At half past five, the students had already lined up in front of the castle.
Each grade stood in a row, forming seven rows of squares, waiting quietly in the evening.
As time passed, a half moon appeared in the sky, and the temperature began to drop slowly.
"Why haven't they come yet?" In the middle of the team, Goyle said unhappily, "This is more arrogant than Moody."
"It's not even six o'clock yet! "Crabbe reminded.
"They will definitely come on time, the question is how they will come." Aaron said calmly, "Hogwarts has behaved so solemnly, their way of entering will not be ordinary."
"Maybe flying brooms?" Draco guessed, but then he set his sights on Abe, "Or riding magical animals."
"For example, hippogriffs?"
"Don't mention those beasts to me, okay?" Draco said depressedly, thinking of hippogriffs, he felt a dull pain in his arm.
At this time, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row, suddenly shouted: "If I'm not mistaken, the representatives of Beauxbatons are here."
"Where?" Many students asked.
"There." Someone pointed excitedly above the Forbidden Forest, and a huge monster flew towards Hogwarts Castle in the night.
It was a huge powder blue coach, as big as a common room, and it was pulled by twelve silver-maned horses the size of elephants with white wings.