Homecoming from Hogwarts

Passed the first round of assessment?

After a fierce battle, the remaining members of the warrior team looked at each other, wondering what Malfoy wanted to express.

Whoops!

Hermione patted the head of the Thestral that sat down, and suddenly landed at the same position as Harry. She asked urgently,

"In other words, there will be a second round, or a third round? The remaining students will be responsible for the remaining levels?"

Draco glanced at Hermione expressionlessly, as if he was disdainful of answering her question, but finally nodded.

"second round"

Ron, who was on the Thestral's back, immediately showed a 'sad' expression. He wailed,

"If each academy is responsible for a level, there shouldn't be four rounds!"

"and many more!"

Fleur suddenly cried out, staring at Malfoy in confusion.
"You said we passed the first test but Beauxbatons has lost its school emblem, right?"

Malfoy said coldly,
"The real test is to defeat us. As long as you achieve this, you will have completed this round of the test. The school badge is not a necessary factor for victory, but a necessary factor for failure."

It seemed that the Slytherins were really not going to resist and they put away their wands. Astoria gritted her teeth and dragged her injured arm to the trap set by Neville and the others. She waved her wand to get Daphne, who had fainted from the pain, out from the bottom of the hole.

"Necessary factors for failure?"

Hermione and the other two controlled the Thestrals to land on the ground. Harry jumped off the horse neatly, patted the snorting Thestrals on the head, and looked at Malfoy with a frown.
"what does that mean?"

"If we take away all four school badges before you defeat us, then everyone will be disqualified from the competition, and your final score will be determined by your performance in the battle with us."

Draco said calmly, raising his wand and shooting red sparks into the sky, representing his withdrawal from the competition.

Anyone who was still awake could continue the challenge, but no one was cheering for it. They were all thinking about what Malfoy had just said.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, and strange light kept flashing in her brown pupils.

The school emblem is not important, defeating Slytherin is the standard of victory?
Judging from this rule, Professor Brian was obviously misleading everyone before, but Hermione no longer had time to be angry about this. This was not the first time Professor Brian had done this.

But if the criterion for the assessment is to defeat Slytherin, this is not something that any team of warriors can do alone, and it can only be achieved through the cooperation of several parties.

And this is indeed the case. The four teams made different contributions to Slytherin's defeat.

If Fleur hadn't destroyed Malfoy and his men's brooms, if Cedric's team hadn't exhausted Malfoy and his men to the limit, if Viktor hadn't come to the rescue with his men in time, if Hermione and the other two hadn't come with the Thestrals and made the final decision.

No one figured out this hidden but obviously more reasonable victory condition, but due to a variety of coincidences, the four teams finally worked together to complete this challenge.

Wow!

The leaves shook rapidly, and several security guards riding broomsticks appeared in the open space.

When Snape got off the broom, he had a lazy expression on his face, which always meant that he was in a good mood.

Under the silent gazes of many people, Snape waved his wand, and then a stretcher suddenly appeared under Daphne and gently lifted Daphne up.

"Let me see your injuries, Greengrass—"

Snape held up Astoria's left arm and looked at it carefully. His expression became a little gloomy. He shook his wand and cast a few spells. Then, Astoria's painful expression was relieved a lot.

"Will it leave a scar, Professor Snape?"

After hesitating for a moment, Astoria still asked softly.

"I think not, Greengrass, but you'd better go to Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible."

Professor Snape looked at Neville with cold eyes.

"You have to thank Mr. Longbottom for showing mercy."

Neville felt a pang of discomfort on his scalp when Snape looked at him coldly. He knew that he was destined to have a bad time in the next few days of Potions classes.

"I must take her, dear—"

On the other side, Madam Hooch said to Fleur in a gentle tone, "Put Triana on the stretcher."

"But she'll be awake soon, ma'am!"

Furong said unconvincedly,
"She did not lose her ability to compete." "But she lost consciousness at the end of the first round of the stage competition, which meant failure."

Professor Victor, who was putting Polyaco and Lancade on the stretcher, turned around and said to Furong humorously,

"Otherwise, can we treat the injuries of those injured players and then send them back to the competition? That would be endless, wouldn't it?"

Fleur had nothing to say but to watch Madam Hooch take his teammates away, and Viktor could only sigh unwillingly.

"Now, is there anyone who wants to voluntarily withdraw from the competition?"

Madam Hooch looked at everyone on the field with concern, and her gaze finally fixed on Neville.

Neville was the most seriously injured among all the people. He was covered with scars from the close combat with Draco, and there was a hideous blood scab on his forehead!
"You look badly hurt, Neville."

After hesitating for a moment, Cedric walked up to Neville and looked at him sincerely.
"I think you should go down for treatment."

When the fierce battle was over, the pain from the wounds immediately became clear. Neville brushed his forehead with his fingertips and immediately grimaced in pain. The pain from the scars on his body was also tormenting his nerves.

"hiss"

Neville took a breath.
"I don't want to be brave, it does hurt, but I have a way to deal with it. So, I'm staying, Madam Hooch."

"Oh, I was going to take a break—"

Luna shrugged her shoulders and said happily,
"But if you want to stay, Neville, I'll come with you."

"If you have already decided"

Madam Hooch looked at Neville and Luna with appreciation.
"Then I wish you good luck. Come on, Severus, Setima, let's send these poor children to treatment. And the little Slytherin warriors, you leave with us."

Madam Hooch waved her wand, summoning several broomsticks.

"for you--"

After getting on his broom, Malfoy pulled out the Beauxbatons school badge from his pocket and threw it to Fleur.
“The school badge is the door to the next level.”

After saying this, Draco kicked his feet slightly, glanced at Harry, and slowly floated into the air behind the three professors. Soon, he disappeared from the sight of the four warrior team members.

"The door to the next level"

Furong held the school badge that she had lost and found again, looking at it from side to side, with a puzzled look on her face.

Ron, Cedric and Victor also took out the school badges of their respective teams.

call out!
There were four consecutive shrieks, and four school badges flew out of their hands, quickly growing larger in the air. After landing, they turned into doors like the one the warriors passed through when entering the Forbidden Forest.

"Again?"

Ron rolled his eyes weakly.

Not to mention Ron, everyone had varying degrees of fatigue between their brows and eyes. This high-intensity game was too exhausting for them.

"wait a moment."

Neville suddenly said something, then turned and ran into the woods. He bent down in their sight, picked the plants, vines, and shrubs in the woods, and finally ran back with some plant leaves.

"Here——"

Neville distributed it to everyone in turn.

"The juice from these leaves when crushed can help with wound healing and pain relief."

"Oh, you are so noble!"

Furong said touchedly.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry looked at Hermione and Ron.

"You want to promote style, right?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders, took off his backpack from his back, and distributed the remaining food to the remaining players on the field.

Half an hour later, the four teams, with their strength replenished, stood in front of the portal again.

(End of this chapter)