From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 When everything subsided, Bertha, who was panicked, could regain control of her body.

　　 The room she temporarily rented seemed to have experienced an explosion. A series of simple room decorations such as tables, chairs, beds, and electric lights are all turned into fragments. As for the newspapers that are the culprit that made the Dark Lord angry, they have become a pile of confetti, mixed with dust and sawdust, making the house full. The sons are all.

　　 She swallowed hard and looked at the almost ruined existence in front of her.

　　‘If the Dark Lord regains his body, this house will probably disappear? Or a street? ’

　　 The lack of knowledge limited her imagination, and she couldn't imagine how powerful the Dark Lord would be after returning to normal strength.

　　 "The Dark Lord—?"

　　 She asked habitually, but she swallowed the second half as soon as she said it.

　　 "You did a great job, Bertha."

　　 Tom’s voice sounded abruptly, his voice was very, very soft, as if he was not the one who just let the magical power spill out to destroy the whole house because of his anger.

　　 "Finish the house, Bertha, and then we have to move quickly and find another place to live."

　　 "We need more information to make a new plan, and you need to collect all the public information about Ifamuni for me."

　　 "Then we can start to accomplish our great goal."

　　His business has become smaller, but the will implied is more and more inviolable.

　　 "Well, I'm a little tired, and need a rest, Bertha, go collect information-and you will get glory you can't imagine."

　　 He finished the last sentence and stopped talking.

　　 Bertha stood up with half-length cold sweat, and tremblingly started to repair the previous attack that was comparable to an explosion.

　　 But unfortunately, she is not good at this-you can't expect fright to turn a careless guy into ingenuity, it will only make her clumsy.

　　 As the fourth leg of the three-legged table hit the half-assembled table to the ground again and then dropped another leg, Bertha sighed on the back of his head.

　　 Just when Bertha was afraid, she lost the ability to control her body again, and the wand began to wave in delicately. The wand that had been going straight seemed to have its own life all at once, and danced happily.

　　 A few minutes later, when everything was cleaned up, she heard the new instructions.

　　 "Go to find a new place, I want to rest."

　　—

　　 "The Triwizard Tournament, one thousand gold plus long!"

　　 "Exam exemption to get a certificate!"

　　 When the students returned to the college’s common room one after another, the prefect could no longer maintain order—or rather, they had no intention of maintaining order.

　　 You can serve as the prefect in the fifth grade, but the prefects in the fifth grade still have to take the OWLs exam!

　　 That is a free exam plus all O!

　　 Everyone was eagerly discussing, one is happier than the other, even the younger children are no exception-there is no precedent for the junior warriors to participate or even win the championship, so why is it impossible for a miracle to happen again?

The more flexible children have begun to call the Owl to write to the family, telling the family the good news of the Triwizard Tournament and quietly asking whether the less magical rituals they heard when they were young are right for being elected warriors. Any help.

As part of the legend, there are countless legends in the selection of the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament. Sometimes the story is more logical than reality, for example because of encounters with elves/charms/little monsters or picking up something. Being selected as a Warrior afterwards is a bit more convincing than just waiting there for selection.

　　 The fountain of good luck, the story of the deadly saint, aren’t all these well-known stories like this?

　　 As for the underage children, they simply joined forces and began to explore how to pass the so-called test.

　　Professor William’s test of excellence will definitely be rewarded-this has been confirmed by many students, so there is no doubt that everyone will be qualified after the test.

　　 They even firmly believe that the probability of passing the test to qualify as a Warrior is even higher than the probability of directly participating in the screening.

"Think about it. It's better to participate in the screening one more time than to do nothing. At least the strength we showed for the first time can be used as a good reference. Even if we find any shortcomings, we can quickly find and improve. "

　　 There is obviously a big problem with logic, but almost no one refutes it.

　　 Everyone likes to hear this kind of news that is good for them, and no one is exception. Anyway, the professor has never said that people of enough age are not allowed to take the exam again, right?

　　 The competition restarted more than a hundred years ago. Everyone didn't even know the basis for selection. It's better to do something than nothing.

　　 So, in the Gryffindor lounge, the twins, who were a bit younger, were pulling a group of friends of the same age to discuss how to pass the assessment, and they were blocked by another group of people.

　　 "Fred and George, everyone has such a good relationship. Don't keep your secrets from us if you have any tips for passing the exam."

　　 "Yes, you got full marks in the assessment last year."

　　...

　　 After a big conversation between the two, the two were surprised to find that even the prefects of the fifth grade were involved. They collectively formed a study group to discuss the things that passed the assessment.

　　‘How do I feel that I’ve read fifth grade again? ’

　　 Fred took the time to give his brother a look.

　　‘I think so too, but the Triwizard Tournament is going, right? ’

　　 George nodded, but his eyes conveyed helplessness.

"go…"

　　—

　　 "Cedric, do you have an improvement class?"

"what?"

　　 Cedric woke up from his contemplation, and then realized what others were saying—he still didn’t quite figure out why today’s rain was mixed with a slight smell of potion. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "That's good for one time, but the course will be very cumbersome-the professor said, the content of the assessment will not exceed the content that should be mastered in the fifth grade, which means that the assessment of the professor will definitely be very extensive, because there is no way to improve the content of the class."

　　 After one year of exams, the few students with good academic performance have probably understood the law of William's questioning, although that is of no use-all open papers will fail, let alone just figure out the law of questioning.

"Theoretically, for the sake of safety, professors should mainly test commonly used herbs, commonly used potions, commonly used first aid spells, and self-defense spells. Let's mainly look at the notes here-by the way, there are magical creatures, which are also the focus of investigation. One of the scopes, didn’t the professors get the giant monsters last school year?"

　　 "Okay, this is much more convenient!"

　　 Hufflepuff students cheered.

　　 "I guess they did it too, especially on Ravenclaw's side."

　　 Cedric shook his head to cool them down a little.

　　 "It's okay, that's all the things-I can't develop new ones temporarily, right?"

　　Ps: There is still a chapter in the afternoon, what I wrote last night was abolished in the morning... uncomfortable...

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