v5 Chapter 110： Hermione turning back

The choice of the Warriors, for William, is just a small matter.

According to the agreement with Dumbledore, there must be people in the four academies.

That's why Cho and Cedric go to talk.

If there are warriors in all three academies, but Slytherin alone doesn't... Where do you put Professor Snape's depressed face!

He must be very angry... An angry potion professor will turn into a deduction madman and perform indiscriminate deductions against other colleges.

He will still be yin and yang strange all day long, talking about the words "Hehe, this is a warrior", saying that it lasts ten or eight years.

Above all, Hogwarts is a whole. Dumbledore did not want a house to be isolated.

To play...you have to play with Slytherin.

That being the case, William's handling was also rude. Just sell it. Whoever is rich or stupid in Snake House will sell it to whoever.

This year, it is rare to see a wizard as rich and stupid as Malfoy.

So, when he saw the news from Cedric: Malfoy spent 3,500 Galleons... He immediately replied that Qiu was going to be less, and he had to go up for 5,000 anyway.

Cedric looked at the typography and was speechless for a long time.

When he got along with William and Qiu, he often felt out of place. It turned out to be because he was not dark enough.

William and Hermione no longer cared about the warriors, and soon went to Hagrid's cabin.

Early in the morning, Hagrid wrote a dozen letters, urging them to come to the hut to gather, as if something big had happened.

William, who was not a big deal, didn't know, but at the end of the dinner last night, he saw Hagrid carrying Professor Flitwick to the school hospital.

I want to come... Maybe it has something to do with my own dean.

William knocked on Hagrid's door, and there was a low bark of teeth in the room.

"You two are finally here!" Hagrid immediately opened the door and said, "I thought you guys had forgotten where I lived!"

"We're so busy, Hai--" Hermione stopped abruptly, looking up at Hagrid, apparently speechless in surprise.

Hagrid was wearing his best Armani suit.

This suit was of course not his old ugly brown suit, but a Christmas present from Roy to Hagrid.

He specially asked someone to measure the size, and then ordered it, which naturally fit perfectly.

But the problem was that Hagrid tried to straighten his hair again, using a lot of machine oil, as he did at William's for the first time.

wait...what taste? !

Fang Ya ran out in horror, as if he couldn't stand the smell in the house.

The smell in the room was really unpleasant, with a strong smell of cologne, and a lot of ale and rock cakes.

These several flavors are mixed together, like fermented beans, and it makes people feel sick to smell it.

Therefore, Hagrid's current appearance is described as:

Wearing a suit, with double ponytails, a floral tie around his neck, and a disgusting smell on his body.

The outfit didn't suit Hagrid. Hermione stared blankly at him for a moment, then apparently decided not to comment.

"Who are you going to see?" William asked.

"It's not who I'm seeing... It's just that I suddenly feel that it's time to pay attention to dressing up." Hagrid blushed.

Pay attention to your dress...I didn't see you paying attention to your dress when you were drinking with those old ladies at the Leaky Cauldron.

"You two know her...do you think she...will like it?" he whispered. "I dress like this?"

"Who?" William raised his eyebrows. "Don't tell me, it's Madame Maxime?"

Hagrid hummed, seemingly shy.

William and Hermione exchanged a quick glance.

"But I remember, you didn't say that before." William squinted.

"You tell us... how do you say it, Hermione?"

Hermione quickly imitated Hagrid's tone and said, "'I will never like any woman in my life, no matter how beautiful she is'

'Even if the man named Maxime stood in front of me, I wouldn't be a little moved...'"

Hermione used her unparalleled memory to whip Hagrid mercilessly.

"I was young and ignorant back then!" Hagrid rubbed his cheeks.

"Now that I've grown up and know that I'm not too young, I should find a woman who knows how to be hot and cold.

I think she's pretty good. "

"..."

When I said those words, it was only last year. Has Hagrid matured after only a year?

"William, don't question my resolve!" Hagrid said hoarsely. "I'm so in love with her, Miss Maxime."

Hagrid looked out the window, where he could see Beauxbatons' carriage.

Hagrid's expression became fascinated, his eyes were foggy, his big hands twisted his collar and said:

"She is better than all the dragons in the world;

She's cuter than all hippogriffs!

No fried tail snail can compare to a single hair of hers! "

"..."

Here comes Hagrid's wonderful parable! And Newt's analogy, probably the same.

Are all the love words of magical zoologists so hard-core?

William and Hermione decided to change the subject. He asked, "Hagrid, how's the blowing snail?"

"Outside in the pumpkin patch," Hagrid said a little unhappily.

"They've grown so big, they're about three feet long each now.

There was only one problem, they started killing each other. "

"What?!" William stood up. "how is this possible!"

Hearing this bad news was like a bolt from the blue.

Hermione pursed her lips, forcing herself not to laugh.

"Oh, that's bad, isn't it, William?" she gloated.

"It's really bad," said Hagrid sadly, "but it's alright, I've separated them in the box now. There's only about twenty or so."

Is this okay?

Seventy or eighty were left last time. Overnight, you told me there were only twenty left?

William and Hermione sat for a while before leaving the cabin.

Hagrid didn't ask them to discuss things at all, he just came to ask about Maxim's preferences.

Moreover, seeing Madame Maxime get out of the carriage, he immediately abandoned William and Hermione and ran to strike up a conversation.

This strong dog-licking smell is even more Harry than Cedric.

On the road, William was still thinking about blowing up the snail.

He also had a bet with Hermione.

The good situation was unexpectedly turned over. This is the cooked fire dragon, flying away.

This will not work.

He asked softly, "Hermione, do we still count what you said last time?"

"What?" Hermione pretended to be blank.

"It's... a bet," William reminded.

Hermione asked knowingly: "What's wrong with the bet? Can you clarify! I don't have a good memory."

"..."

William reluctantly said: "You proposed before, the bet between the two of us... In the end, you will win, but each of them can make a condition that they must do."

"However, the situation is different now and at that time. The fried tail snails are almost dead."

The feng shui took turns, and Hermione, who was complacent, said happily: "I'm sure to win the game, why should I agree."

"..."

William smirked.

When he was dominant in the past, he refused to agree, but now it was her turn to refuse, this world.

"But...it's not that I can't agree." Hermione's mouth twitched, smiling like a little fox.

William looked up quickly and asked, "Really?"

"Really, but the price has gone up." Hermione took two quick steps, her hands behind her back, and she turned her head and said brightly:

"You need to promise me two conditions."

Staring at the cheerful steps of the green young girl, William smiled knowingly, squinting his dark green eyes slightly, with gentle eyebrows.

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Some empty classroom in the castle,

"This is the final list of warriors?"

William took the list and looked over it carefully.

Six Beauxbatons and eight Durmstrang.

These two schools alone made a full 50,000 Galleons.

Sure enough, there are still more events to be held.

William remembered what he had seen in "Hogwarts, A History of the School":

Hogwarts, Kodos Dorritz, Magic House and Vagado, among the four magic schools, will hold the Magic School Potions Tournament.

The winning school will receive a golden cauldron.

Speaking of which, this competition, like the Triwizard Tournament, has not been held for many years.

Dumbledore can't do this business. No one has played Hogwarts since he became headmaster.

Don't hold competitions, otherwise how will you make money.

This kind of match could get Harry and Neville on.

Especially Neville.

All he needs to do is blow up the cauldron, injure wizards from other schools, be out of the game, or screw up.

Hogwarts wins.

William glanced at the list again.

Cedric doesn't need to care, he is an adult wizard, he just needs to participate normally.

With his strength, he can definitely get the Warriors spot.

Others need William's dark box.

He glanced at the twins again,

"Are you two sure if you want to compete with each other for a spot?"

"Yes, I think it's time for me and George to determine who is more powerful." Fred laughed.

"Yes, this is a great opportunity!" George said seriously.

The two suddenly decided not to participate at the same time, but to use the Goblet of Fire to choose who is more powerful.

Indeed... the twins are always inseparable, and everyone wants to know who is more powerful.

"Okay." William whispered: "In this case, not counting Cedric... There are only five warriors at Hogwarts."

Five warriors...meaning you have to add people.

Harry on the side and Ron, who had been discharged from the hospital, both had their hearts pounding.

The two of them learned from the twins... Willian can break through the age line and be sure to win the Warriors spot.

Come and take a look, you want to be a warrior too!

Ron, in particular, looked at William eagerly.

"William, can you see us both?" Harry asked quickly, suppressing his excitement.

William shook his head. "Harry, you can't, Dumbledore strictly told you not to make you a warrior."

"Is that so..." Harry was extremely disappointed.

"What about me, what about me? William!" Ron swallowed. "Can you see me?!"

William looked at Ron.

Don't say that Ron is the twin's brother, only that the captain of Malfoy and Slytherin can buy a place with money.

William really had no reason to reject Ron.

Just one more person left or right.

But he still asked cautiously: "Ron, are you sure you want to participate, many people have died in the Triwizard Tournament, which is very dangerous.

Once you are sure to participate, there is no way to quit. It's useless to regret then. "

"No, I won't regret it!" Ron promised.

This is a warrior!

As long as you become a warrior, you can enjoy the much-anticipated treatment.

A fool will regret it!

William nodded and said, "Okay, since you've decided... add another place."

Ron looked at William excitedly From this moment, the title of William's younger brother was bought out by him.

"You go make a noise and attract everyone to the playground." William instructed.

Everyone went out excitedly.

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Ten minutes later, William and Hermione walked into the empty auditorium.

He stood outside the age line, waving his wand.

The blue and white flames in the Holy Grail suddenly jumped, and the flames swirled in a circle, crossing the age line, and swept away the dozens of lists in Hermione's hands.

William said softly: "This game...it will be very interesting."

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(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone.)