Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

Everyone chatted for a while, and it was time for dinner.

In order to welcome the exchange students of the two schools, the professors had already asked the house-elves to prepare a hearty meal, and although the little wizard of Beauxbatons did not come, the banquet went on as usual.

After a long list of high-sounding words of welcome, Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, and an incomparably sumptuous food appeared on the table.

The atmosphere in the Great Hall became warm again, and the young wizards were also attracted by the table full of food, and no longer discussed the dueling competition, but concentrated on cooking.

After the banquet, Professor McGonagall announced to everyone that the selection of duel match personnel would be held from tomorrow, and that there would be a one-on-one competition selection on Sunday and Monday, and that the next Saturday, a competition between the two schools would be held.

The registration requirements were also very simple, as long as it was a second year to a sixth year, although it had been expected for a long time, Hermione was still a little sad, because she couldn't see Altaïr's spirited appearance.

"Three Two Zero" "It seems that it has nothing to do with us, just be an audience with peace of mind." "

Harry spread his hands, now that he was lying flat, he had no idea of being in the limelight.

Ron grabbed a fried chicken leg and said incoherently:

"It didn't matter, even if we could participate in the first year, we wouldn't be able to beat Altaïr, in fact, we couldn't even beat Hermione."

Harry's chewing action paused, thinking of the miserable situation that Hermione had cleaned up today, nodded and said:

"I think you're right..."

After eating, everyone returned to the lounge under the leadership of the prefect according to the custom.

The five little wizards of Ifamouni were arranged to live in the Gryffindor Tower, which made the little wizards who revolved around Amber very happy.

Percy also consciously or unintentionally showed his power as a prefect, and after scolding a few noisy little wizards, he successfully attracted Amber's attention.

"Boring..."

After returning to the common room, the little wizards of Gryffindor did not sleep, but gathered in the common area of the common area of the common room to chat with the five wizards of Ifamouni, Hermione listened for a while, and found that they had been talking about Ifamouni and the North American wizarding world, and found it boring, and stood up and wanted to go back to the bedroom.

But just a few steps out, she heard the Amber ask:

"I just saw some newly framed paintings in the auditorium... I didn't expect that there was also in the common room, this boy is a little familiar, is he also a student at Hogwarts? "

Hermione's foot came back again, if you say this, then I'm not sleepy...

She sat back quietly, and saw a few boys who had been gathered around Amber showing hesitant looks, while the other little witches looked at Amber with a proud face

"Of course it's a Hogwarts student, his name is Altaïr, and he's only in his first year..."

"Altaïr's talent is strong, though, and his Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions class, and Charms class are all the best! He's also a teaching assistant for our Defense Against the Dark Arts class! "

"Altaïr pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor! Kill the Basilisk left behind by Slytherin and save us all! "

"Speaking of Altaïr, you have to ask Hermione more about it, Hermione is Altaïr's girlfriend~"

"Don't talk nonsense! They're just good friends, and I'm Altaïr's girlfriend! "

"You talk nonsense! I am! "

Under the astonished gazes of the male witches of Ifamouni, several little witches quarreled.

At this time, a cough was heard from behind the crowd.

Several of the quarreling little witches froze, and cautiously looked up to find Hermione looking at them with a smile.

"Yay! Hermione, you haven't slept yet~"

"Wow, I was discovered by the president!"

A few little witches chattered several levels, and the surrounding Gryffindor wizards laughed dumbly, as if they had long been used to it.

"Altaïr is popular among the little witches, he, like Hermione, is a Muggle-born wizard, and the two have a good relationship..."

Percy explained to Amber, and the male witch named Morobo suddenly realized who Altaïr really was.

It was the little wizard who was next to Hermione who laughed at him!

"He can actually kill the basilisk? Really fake? "

Morobo whispered, his tone full of disbelief.

No wonder he didn't believe it, after all, with the terrifying ability of the basilisk, even the professor of the school was not necessarily an opponent, let alone a little wizard of the first year?

If you come from a wizarding family, Muggle wizard?

Just learned witchcraft for more than half a year, can you kill the basilisk? (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

This bull is also too big!

"The truth is, you can't help if you don't believe it... The paintings in the auditorium and in the lounges of various colleges were painted by students who witnessed everything in the evening. "

Percy glanced at Morobo and explained to him.

"And it was also reported by the Daily Prophet..."

Morobo did not speak again, because he noticed that the eyes of the little witches around him had become very unkind.

Amber covered her mouth and giggled at the sight of Morobo, and she looked at Hermione with a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"If this thing is true, then he is really a powerful little wizard, a genius who can kill basilisks?"

Herbert sensed that Amber's gaze seemed aggressive, and she squinted and looked at her unceremoniously...

"It's really interesting... I should go see him tomorrow..."

Amber smiled even happider, she took her eyes off Hermione's body, looked at Morobo, and said:

"If you don't believe me, you can talk to that classmate named Altaïr tomorrow, although he is only in the first grade, he can kill the basilisk, and you are not a bully..."

Amber said, with a strange expression on her face, and she said coquettishly:

"But if you lose, lose to a little wizard of the first grade... Then I don't think you'll have the face to go back to school, cluck..."

Morobo's face also showed hesitation, and he looked at the others, but no one paid attention to him.

Amber did not hide the contempt in her eyes, although Morobo was a grade higher than her, Amber couldn't look at him at all, and she was usually too lazy to deal with him.

However, in front of the little wizard of Hogwarts, Amber still showed the friendship he deserved, reminding:

"So if I were you, I wouldn't be so reckless, do you think the whole Hogwarts is lying to you?" Or do you think they're all fools? "

Morobo was silent and did not speak, but several other people, looking thoughtful, did not know what they were considering.

Amber glanced at the time, stood up, and said to everyone in the lounge:

"It's not early, we're going to rest, 5.1 students each of Gryffindor, Prefect Percy, it's nice to meet you, good night!"

"Night, Miss Amber!"

A smile appeared on Percy's face and he muttered in response.

Ron blinked, glanced at Harry, and whispered:

"I feel like what I said this morning has come true, and Posey must have been hooked..."

The little wizards left reluctantly, and soon the Gryffindor common room was empty.

Sudden footsteps sounded in the lounge, and immediately after, the door to the entrance to the lounge was pushed open.

The fat lady in the mural was awakened, and she exclaimed: "Who? Who came out? "

No one answered, the footsteps gradually walked away... All the way to the eighth floor where the troll stick beats the opposite of the tapestry of the stupid Barnabas.

"It should be here... Responsive house... Let me think, how do I get in? "

The coquettish voice sounded in the empty corridor, and the castle corridor under the moonlight looked particularly strange.