v4 Chapter 145： 200 Years of Lost Triwizard Tournament

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When William determined that Fleur was in Maxim's office, his heart was broken.

That feeling is like doing the math papers for the college entrance examination, and suddenly I saw... the Egyptian pyramids.

There is always a sense of time and space confusion, and the sense of taking the wrong test question.

No, Furong, you are all right, why are you hanging around in her office?

Why don't you remind me a word?

As far away as Fleur in France, it seemed that William's resentment could be heard.

She looked at the sound transmission snail in Madame Maxime's hand, and spread her hands helplessly, thinking:

"William, you talk so fast, how can I remind you?"

Therefore, it is better not to speak ill of people behind their backs, otherwise it will be embarrassing to be caught on the spot.

Like now...

"William, are you still there, why didn't you speak?"

Maxim forced William back to reality.

What can he say, what dare he say?

"It's been a long time, kid. Why didn't you come to see me at school when you came to France during the summer vacation?" Maxim continued.

"Three years have passed since the Merlin Medal was awarded." Her voice was very soft: "I miss you so much!"

If you just listen to the voice, you may mistakenly think that the opposite is a legal loli of one meter five.

But the pale reality was that the voice came from a half-sized giantess half a head taller than Hagrid!

Don't say one punch and one monster, she can kill a troll with one punch.

This is the real humanoid beast.

And this beast was eyeing William.

"Ahaha, I was walking... in a hurry..." William was crying.

"Professor, you are old..."

"You're old?!"

"No... aunt... sister... how are you doing? I miss you too... next time..."

"Not necessarily next time? After all, 'I have a bad temper, like a rune horse'... Huh?" Maxim's tone was cold.

"You heard it wrong, I said that you are noble, and you are naturally handsome like a rune horse. You are a nobleman among horses, and dragons and phoenixes among people." William said sweetly.

"Then you stole my rune horse?"

"Ma'am, I didn't steal that."

"You may not know it yet, Blake was in France at the time.

I swear in my good friend Tom's name... Blake stole it and put the blame on me. "

"Not bad." Maxim smiled playfully.

"William, your eloquence is so good, no wonder Furong always admires you.

I really should reward you with something.

I remember you wanted to apply to Beauxbatons as an exchange student? "

"Nothing!" William quickly denied Sanlian: "I'm going to Ilvermorny School of Magic."

"Are you avoiding me?!" Madame Maxime snorted softly.

"We will meet during the summer vacation, and we may spend a year together next school year.

You better get ready and wait to feel the caress of what is called the Iron Fist of Maxim. "

"..."

"Okay, Gabrielle's ptarmigan egg, I'm going to keep it as the school pet, as compensation for the ptarmigan attacking the pavilion and causing me to fall into the water." Maxim said softly.

"As for you, goodbye child, must... live well.

At least until the next time we meet!

good! "

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"What, Annie has a ptarmigan?!"

During lunch in the Great Hall, Hermione smashed a glass in horror when she heard the news.

William waved his wand and the cup was back to normal.

"Be quiet, everyone else can hear you."

William glanced around, and the Ravenclaw students were watching them both secretly.

"How could she have thunderbird eggs?!"

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, Hermione glanced at Annie at the Gryffindor table from a distance.

Anne had long noticed that Hermione was not at the Gryffindor table, and her brother was huddled with her, muttering.

No, look back at yourself again? The older brother is obviously complaining.

She gave Hermione a hard look back.

William quickly explained the matter.

Hermione took the strawberry cake in his hand, took a bite, and said with narrowed eyes:

"I can't blame Annie too much. It was an emergency."

"It's not a question of whether or not to blame now, it's that ptarmigan, which will soon be as big as a house."

Just like Hagrid's fire dragon Norbert, he must be sent away obediently. Although the Thunderbird is not as big as the dragon, it is not suitable for a student and is kept at Hogwarts.

"What about the Traceless Stretching Charm?" Hermione familiarly gave William a fried egg.

"Like Newt's trunk, make one for Annie?"

"Such a large space cannot be arranged soon."

William ate the fried egg and said softly, "I mean, first return the baby bird to that ptarmigan and let her 'adopt' for a while."

"When the ptarmigan grows up, it may fly back to find Annie.

It will only take one or two years at most. At that time, I can also expand the Annie safety table to a large enough space. "

"A feasible plan." Hermione nodded in agreement: "Anyway, the current Annie really does not have the ability to raise thunderbirds.

In two years, she may forget; the thunderbird may not come back..."

William and Hermione quickly came to an agreement.

They made a decision, and Annie had little room to struggle.

"By the way, what does Madame Maxime mean?"

Hermione wiped her mouth and poured herself a cup of black tea.

"What does it mean to meet during the summer vacation, and have one academic year to get along next semester?

Will Madame Maxime also come to England to watch the Quidditch World Cup during the summer holidays? "

"I don't think it should be the World Cup." William thought for a moment and whispered: "I heard Dumbledore say that the International Conference of Wizards will be held this summer."

"What does it have to do with us?" Hermione drank the lipstick tea and stared at her confused eyes.

"Of course it's related, the two of us may go to participate."

"Ah? We're not British representatives, just ordinary little wizards..."

"This time, the wizards' joint conference will discuss the issue of Arya. All countries are very wary of her, and they are afraid of the emergence of a second Grindelwald."

William smiled softly, picked up Hermione's black tea, took a sip, and said vaguely:

"The two of us have had direct contact with her, so... in short, Miss Granger, you are no longer an ordinary little wizard.

You are famous, your every move has an international impact, and you are one of the best students at Hogwarts..."

William was carrying the report written by Rita, and there was a paragraph that described Hermione in this way.

Hermione was stunned for a while, then became angry, grabbed her black tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

"How to explain that school year?" She used her own cup to pour another cup of tea for William.

"I don't know, she's the headmaster of Beauxbatons, why is she staying at Hogwarts for a year?"

William took a sip of the black tea and found that the tea was boiling hot.

The girl squinted and screamed suddenly, so scared that he spilled the water and almost burned his hand.

"Sorry, sorry." Hermione hurriedly took the paper and wiped William's clothes.

The girl whispered excitedly: "The school is not going to restart... the Triwizard Tournament?"

"That..." William frowned, "It hasn't been held for hundreds of years."

"Two hundred and two years to be exact." Hermione once again showed a strong memory.

She raised her eyebrows and proudly showed off:

"Since 1792, a chicken-body basilisk ran rampant in the Triwizard Tournament, all three principals were injured, and it has not been held."

"..."

Just chatting with Hermione was just a little tiring.

She likes to show off her superhuman memory. Especially when there are very few people who can beat William, the excitement will overflow, and they want to drown him completely.

"But Black hasn't caught it yet, so is it really okay to restart like this?" Hermione disagreed.

"Is it safe? Dumbledore is in a hurry." She criticized seriously.

"Yes, I was just about to tell you about this, about Blake."

William quickly talked about the fat lady.

"I'm going to find Da Hei. I suspect that he escaped from prison, and it was for Peter."

Hermione glanced around, afraid that others would hear, so she leaned into William's ear, breathing hot.

"William, this is a very risky thing, what if we guess wrong? That mouse has also been checked, not Animagus."

William asked instead, "Is Crookshanks still interested in Scabbers?"

Hermione shook her head and thoughtfully said:

"You say that, indeed... Crookshanks lost interest in Scabbers after Christmas."

"This is more indicative of the problem, the current Banban is definitely not the mouse from before.

Crookshanks probably has the ability to see through Animagus. "

"How are you going to find Black?" Hermione stared at William.

"Everywhere is under martial lawespecially Hogsmeade, he can't hide there, he can only hide in the forbidden forest."

William confessed:

"I am going to let Aragog activate the eight-eyed giant spider to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the Forbidden Forest.

It's only a matter of time before you catch the big black! "

"But... I still think it's not a good thing to take the initiative to contact Da Hei." The girl worried.

He reassured softly, "It's okay, trust me, if I'm wrong, just grab Black and hand it over to the Dementors."

Hermione wrinkled her nose, not knowing whether she was silently protesting, or was persuaded by William.

She glanced at him and held his hand lightly.

William smiled, blowing hot air, and drank the black tea in the cup.

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