I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 277 Third Year
The Hogwarts Express.

It is the starting point for the magical journey. It can be said that every little wizard in Hogwarts has a special feeling for it.

Especially the first ride for freshmen and the last ride for graduates.One represents the laughter of childhood, and the other is doomed to the sadness of parting.

But this journey on September 9 every year is always the starting point of dreams.

In a train compartment.

Ian sat on the brown hard leather chair, gently stroking Crookshanks' ginger hair with his hands, while looking out the window at the passing countryside.

Time is always passing by unconsciously. It has been five days since the last investiture banquet, and the third school year has also arrived as scheduled.

Different from the original work, the style of painting changed drastically starting from the third year of school. From then on, Hogwarts became less cheerful and more gloomy.

Ian was sitting in the train compartment at the moment. Even if the compartment door was closed, he could still hear the endless frolics and exclamations coming from the corridor. Those were the sounds of magical animal dolls fighting each other.

Now, after a summer of fermentation, this game has basically covered the entire wizarding world in England. Its popularity has far exceeded that of wizard chess, and can even compete with Quidditch.

When school starts this year, without the intrusion of dementors, students can be seen wandering around with dolls everywhere on the train. They are not just visiting, but looking for opponents to fight.

Especially being surrounded by many young Muggle wizards who entered school this year, with exclamations and applause from all around, which greatly satisfied their vanity.

"It's all worth it..." Ian sighed secretly.

Hearing the laughter, he felt that everything he did was meaningful.This is how Hogwarts should be, there is no need to bring adult matters to school.

"It seems like we have to find time to talk to George and Fred. The worst we can do is increase their shareholdings."

Faced with the popularity of games, Ian now thought of giving up. He believed that he would not have much time to spend on the management of games in the future. The best way was to hand it over to someone who truly loves games. business.

After he talked with Grindelwald, the fungus shadow of the apocalypse was like a sword of Darkmos hanging above his head, spurring him at all times.

After all, a prophet in the HP world would never make false predictions.

Just as Ian was in a daze, there was a rhythmic banging sound outside the train window.

The Daily Prophet's exclusive owl tapped the car window with its hard beak.

Before he could react, Hermione, who was sitting opposite, had already opened the car window, allowing the little messenger to breathe after the long journey.

"Have you subscribed to the newspaper?" Hermione was a little confused, but she still subconsciously put two copper Knuts into the owl's small purse.

"No subscription. This is delivered by the Daily Prophet. Everyone who receives the Order of Merlin will enjoy free newspapers for life."

Ian explained absentmindedly.

"Oh! The Triwizard Tournament has been announced." Hermione immediately spread the newspaper and placed it on the simple table in the middle.

"After a hundred years, the Goblet of Fire will be ignited again, and students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will land at Hogwarts in October this year..."

Hermione read the newspaper with some excitement.

Different from the hiding and tucking in the original work, the Triwizard Tournament was not announced until the opening dinner.

This time, Fudge personally took the lead and handled it. As soon as the competition was decided, it was officially announced through the Daily Prophet, which gave it a rather majestic feeling.

"... Considering the danger of the Triwizard Tournament, a special rule has been added to this competition. Only students over 16 years old are eligible to register."

After reading this, Hermione raised her head expectantly.In response, Ian decisively shook his head and refused: "Don't even think about it, I don't have that much free time."

Just kidding, he doesn’t even have time to run the Fantastic Beasts Doll Shop, so he still has time to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?

"You're always like this..." For a moment, Hermione was like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilting a little.

the other side.

As time went by, more and more owls caught up with the train. After all, there were many little wizards ordering newspapers in Hogwarts.

The news spread like wildfire that Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year.

At the same time, in another compartment of the train, Ron and Harry were sitting together, excitedly discussing the contents of the newspaper, without any concern that there was an adult wizard sleeping with his head covered on the bench opposite.

Ron had already put down the Dodge Ball Bird doll in his hand, and his eyes were firmly fixed on '1000 Galleons'.

"Harry, did you see that? The winner is rewarded with a thousand galleons! Merlin, the Ministry of Magic is very generous."

Ron was so excited that he selectively ignored the 'Dangerous' and '16+' messages written in the newspaper.

At this time, Ron was already immersed in his own fantasy.

"The eternal glory of the Goblet of Fire should be lower than Bill NEWT's 12 O's. Give Harry 50 of a thousand galleons, and 950 galleons to buy two more blind boxes, a gift for Ginny, and Bill, Charlie..."

If the luggage hadn't been on the shelf, Ron would have even wanted to take out the parchment and make a list of expenses.

"Ron..." Harry stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Ron's eyes.

"Dude, don't make trouble! You have gifts. Everyone else has gifts except Percy, George, and Fred. Don't worry."

Harry looked at Ron dumbfounded, what kind of operation is this?Read a newspaper and decide for yourself the winner?

"I'm not talking about gifts. Take a closer look at the contents. You must be 16 years or older to sign up. We are only in the third grade!"

If possible, Harry didn't want to expose his friend's fantasy, but there was no way. Ron was in a really weird state at the moment, his eyes were as wide as bells, and he was almost drooling.

Ron didn't think so. He seemed to be still immersed in the glory of the championship. He sneered and said nonchalantly: "Do you think this rule is useful? Over 16 years old? No one will abide by this rule. Just wait and see."

Harry nodded suddenly, agreeing with this statement. In fact, just now he was thinking about how to register beyond the regulations.

Then, Ron seemed to remember something and looked at Harry warily.

"Harry, you don't want to compete with me for the championship, do you?"

Harry was a little tired. He was obviously talking about the registration issue, but in the blink of an eye, he was snatching Ron's championship. Before he could say anything, a deep voice came from the other side.

"Son, if I were you, I wouldn't discuss how to violate the rules in front of the professor."

Lupine lifted the hood on his head. He really couldn't listen anymore. It's hard to imagine that all the students at Hogwarts have this kind of behavior now?

He felt that if he didn't say something, he wouldn't be able to prevent the other party from quarreling with Harry.

opinionated?Full of fantasy?He couldn't think of any other words to describe the red hair opposite him.

(End of this chapter)