From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"This is the confidentiality agreement?"

William looked at the parchment in front of him, carefully examining the content above.

Every signing of a magic contract must be cautious and then cautious-this is the lesson he has summed up from the story he heard from Azkaban.

Those stories are not fairy tales for the wizard family to coax the children, but real cases with blood or tears. The contractor and the signer are the real prisoners in Azkaban-in this case, he naturally It is impossible to take the magical parchment lightly.

"These contracts..."

William looked at Professor McGonagall and shook his head with an unbelievable look. "It's great to bypass it, if I want to... Professor, I can even help our warriors hear all the information from the opponent. I have never seen it before. Such a... crude contract."

Although the Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for a long time, the previous continuous holding has given it quite strict regulations, which also makes William quite expect this confidentiality contract-not to mention that people are dizzy, at least there should be no loopholes. Drill it?

"It's normal, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall put a stack of documents aside, "You know, professor, cheating is the official tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. This contract just makes the game look fairer."

"Well, group cheating..."

William shook his head, "It's also a solution to cheating."

He has carefully checked that there is no pattern, entrainment or anything else, so he is very happy to sign the contract that has been checked by the other two schools.

After completing all this, he promised not to use explicit or implicit methods to disclose the content of the competition to the students, and obtained the right to refer to the relevant documents of the competition-in short, it is a more restrictive and confidential document.

"Well... It's the Warriors' choice first."

William sat at the table, watching the complicated selection process.

The remaining two schools will complete the preliminary selection of personnel in their own homes, and Hogwarts, as the host, can register for all members-the selection method is to use the special selection device left by the predecessors, the Goblet of Fire.

‘Didn’t everyone consider the two possibilities of scrap and damage...’

William shook his head. The Hogwarts score hourglass, sorting hat, and even the ceiling of the auditorium are all ancient buildings from the time of the four founders.

It is said that there are old things like the Book of Access--but William hasn't read that book yet.

A series of antiques have been worked in such intact for thousands of years, and what later generations did is to repair and repair the castle. The magic is that after so many years, many things have not been destroyed by such a large and large size. Small accident...

He shook his head and looked behind.

[The first stage is expected-fight the dragon and steal the golden egg from the dragon's nest... the specific process...]

'hiss. ’

William took a breath of air, and then calmed down—it was just a dragon. The next door to them was a dragon poaching in...a bit powerful, but not too outrageous.

Thinking of this, William suddenly felt not terrible.

If a school chooses the right students, can there be an outstanding dragon hunter?

That's impossible, so it's appropriate.

Moreover, it is also very enjoyable, and the protection work is not that difficult-make the venue bigger, and once the dragon has the intention of trying to rush in, just use magic to knock down the dragon, which is not a big problem.

Besides, there will definitely be professional breeders coming over, which is not too much of a problem.

Ever since, he signed his name in the series of spaces left for signatures after the signatures of the staff of the Ministry of Magic, indicating that the project was approved on his side.

Then comes the next item.

[The second level design-solve the secret hidden in the golden egg within a limited time, and rescue the kidnapped hostage from the murloc... the specific process...]

'Um…'

He looked at the long string of words, and he always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally knew what was wrong.

"Professor, are the murlocs who live at the bottom of the Black Lake?"

"Murloc—oh, yes, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall stunned for a while, and then replied.

"Then, do we have any magic that can be broadcast-I mean, is there a magic that can show the screen to the onlookers?"

"Albus should be able to, but..."

Professor McGonagall shook his head.

William understood all of a sudden, the principal might have mastered it, but such a big game made Dumbledore squat as a projectionist?

What a joke, the three-college competition, if anyone puts forward this opinion, without Dumbledore's hands, the roaring letters flying from all over the UK can overwhelm the guy who doesn't know the severity.

"So, what do we show the audience, Professor..."

William spread his hands, "I looked at the game time, it was already very cold at that time, according to the set content, they have to stay underwater for an hour to rescue the hostages."

"The agencies and roadblockers on the road are very good. The Ministry of Magic even made a plan for the release of aquatic magical creatures. This is great and very challenging."

"But the audience can't see it..."

"Our own students are okay. According to the rules of the trials-the students from the other two schools who failed the selection must also go to the scene to cheer their own warriors, but what do we show them?"

The cold wind was blowing and the lake was freezing. The three warriors went down to the lake. The surface of the lake was calm and waveless. The waves under the lake sounded very artistic. There is a feeling that people can’t wait to replace them with a challenge, but in fact they are three schools. Threw the hapless guy out to see the lake...

You have to go with a fishing rod for fishing, right?

A group of people sitting around the stands, the cold wind blowing and freezing, staying for an hour-everyone is frozen stupid, right?

Ask him to say, it’s better to organize a fishing competition, and score points according to the size of the fish. The person who catches the Warriors will directly get 150 points and finish the game. This way, the fun of watching the game will increase a lot...

Or, make a bonfire or something, and then make something that can be baked, and wait for the warriors to come up while eating. They come up and fill their stomachs while equalizing the scores, so that the audience has something to do...

But this can only be spit out—it’s okay to talk to Dumbledore, if he dares to talk to Professor McGonagall, he’s not sure what will happen next...

"It is indeed a problem."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while.

If you really let the audience stay in a daze for an hour in the cold wind, then the atmosphere on the scene would be a little scarier... You can't be a warrior than a warrior. The audience can play wizard chess or read a book, what else do you watch when you are a child... I know where to fly...

"Then, the third item..."

Professor McGonagall quickly opened the planning of the third project.

[Project 3: Labyrinth-build a labyrinth in the Quidditch Stadium, then throw in a large number of magical creatures, and then the three warriors will enter according to the scores, and the entry time will be adjusted according to the scores... The approximate arrangement is as follows...]

"There is no doubt that the third item is still invisible, and we cannot know what is happening in the maze."

Professor McGonagall shook his head, thinking of William and their last assessment-because of the design of the maze, the whole point of the assessment is that the trolls beat the candidates participating in the exam to the sky or they were trapped by the upper-class children. The traces that came down were picked up.

But that time was interesting because the contestants took a short time to compete and there were many tricks to toss about. What about the current competition...

The dark labyrinth must be walked all the way to the end to get the trophy, let alone seeing the outside world, even the sound cannot be heard, as for the fun, don’t even think about it—you can’t throw the warriors out for everyone to see...

"It looks like it has to be redesigned..."

William watched Professor McGonagall be silent, and then began to kill his own brain cells in order to find a supply plan.

But Professor McGonagall thought for a while, then asked him to wait a while, and then left the office with a little confusion.

‘It’s really an interesting project-except for it’s not interesting, everything else is very good...’

‘If you want me to modify it, it can only be the icing on the cake. The golden egg’s linkage puzzle, the score is entered in time, the card is very dead, and the traps and the filled magical creatures can do more. ’

'Um... the puzzle of the golden egg can also be more detailed. It can only be opened in the water. This discovery is not logical. Just lock the answer and add some questions. Seriously, you can use questions for them. A little hint, but the problem should be hidden. ’

‘Anyway, everyone has to cheat and learn about the level~www.readwn.com~ It’s better to adjust the content they want to cheat to get a little bit...’

‘...’

Just when William was wondering how to better show that all the warriors are fully developed, have extraordinary courage and amazing wisdom, and have enough strength, Professor McGonagall came back.

Unlike the uncertainty when he left, Professor McGonagall looked relaxed at this moment, just as people who worked overtime every day learned that their community was included in the demolition area, and the whole person relaxed.

"Design boldly, Professor William, the problem is solved."

She glanced at the little supplement that William had written subconsciously, her tone a little more confident.

"The Ministry of Magic has contacted and prepared to change the follow-up schedule? Did we find a way to show it in some magic books?"

He was a little uncertain.

"Albus said he would solve it by himself, before the game."