The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Harry noticed Fleur Delacour eyeing Bill with interest over his mother's shoulder.

She could tell she was curious about Bill's long hair and dragon tooth earrings.

"That's very kind of you," Harry said softly to Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, "I was wondering who would come, Dursley..."

"Don't mention that stupid pig to me," said Sirius angrily. "They don't deserve to be your family!"

Mrs. Weasley pouted too.

She had avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but her eyes lit up every time she heard their names.

"It's good to be back," Bill said, looking around the conference room. "I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of the mad knight still there? Sir Cadogan?"

"Oh, still," said Harry, who had been returned to Gryffin by Sir Cadogan last year.

How many common rooms look at the door?

"Where's the Fat Lady?" Bill asked again.

"She was there when I was in school," Mrs. Weasley interjected, "One day I didn't return to the dormitory at four o'clock in the morning, and she gave me a hard lesson..."

"What are you doing outside the dorm at four in the morning?" Bill said, looking at his mother in surprise.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"Your father and I went out for a walk, but he was caught by the gatekeeper at the time, Apollion Pringle." She said, looking at Sirius again, "Speaking of night tours, Sirius is more experienced ?”

"Of course," Sirius said proudly, "If you talk about the number of night tours, I would say the second, no student dares to say the first!"

"Fred and George too?" said Harry in surprise.

"They're not qualified either!" laughed Sirius.

Led by the "Night Tour Expert" Sirius, they wandered around the castle talking and laughing.

Unknowingly, the evening star pushed away the night, and the moonlight sprinkled the silver veil.

Night has come.

The last game is about to start.

Chapter 280 "Filch" and the Accident on Mount Olympus

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"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament..."

Dumbledore stood up before the staff bench, and the crowd fell silent as stars floated on the enchanted ceiling.

The dinner was richer than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much, and they are all very nervous now.

". . . and now the warriors and Mr. Bagman go to the playground."

Dumbledore clapped his hands and signaled the warriors present to follow Bagman who was standing at the entrance of the auditorium.

Harry stood up, and the Gryffindors looked at him and applauded him.

The Wesley family and Sirius were also sitting at the long table in Gryffindor - they were all Gryffindor students at one time, and they wished him good luck together at this time.

At the same time, there was a burst of applause from the seats of Beauxbaton, Infalmorny, and Durmstrang at the long table of Hufflepuff College.

Harry, Cedric, Fleur, Viktor and John came together to the applause and walked out of the auditorium together.

"Feeling all right, Harry?" Bagman followed up as they descended the stone steps and asked, "Confident?"

"Fine," said Harry.

He is telling the truth.Although he was really nervous, he kept reviewing the spells he had learned during this time in his mind, and those complicated spells were vivid in his memory, as if he could blurt out them with a wave of a magic wand.

This confident state made him feel much better.

The Warriors walked all the way to where the old Quidditch pitch had been - it had become so completely unrecognizable that even Harry and Cedric, who had been training here for so long, couldn't believe it was ever a pitch.

A hedge twenty feet high rounded the edge of the field, leaving only a gap in front of them, which presumably was the entrance to this gigantic labyrinth.

The passage inside the maze is dark, and it is a bit scary to stand outside and see nothing.

"Hey, has the security professor arrived yet?" Fu Rong scanned the entrance of the maze, and found a silver-haired figure standing tall on the hedge surrounding the maze.

A clear crescent moon hangs behind Dracula.

Tonight is the last quarter moon, and the crescent moon is lying on the lower right side, as if resting on the back of Dracula's head, turning into a crystal pillow to please.

"I remember when we left the auditorium, wasn't he still eating on the faculty seat?" John asked curiously, "Why did we get there before us?"

"Professor Dracula's routine operation, just get used to it." Cedric said with a chuckle.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands.

Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps.

Lights lit up around the labyrinth, merging with the stars in the sky to brighten the place.

Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the stadium, approaching Bagman and the warriors.

They all had big glowing red stars on their hats, except for Hagrid, whose red star was on the back of his terry vest -- the professors couldn't find a hat to fit him for a while.

"In addition to Professor Dracula, we will also patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors, "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, you must fire red sparks into the sky in time, and someone will come to help you. have you understood?"

The warriors nodded in unison.

"In addition, if you encounter a very urgent danger and it is too late to release the red sparks, remember to call loudly," Professor McGonagall reminded, "Professor Dracula can usually hear your shouts."

She focused on the two Hogwarts students, Harry and Cedric, and took a deep breath.

"I wish you all the best in the game!"

After Bagman waited for Professor McGonagall to finish his explanation, he walked up to the three patrol members who made temporary guest appearances.

"Then trouble you, three professors!" he said to them happily.

"Good luck, Harry." Hagrid whispered a wish to Harry before turning to leave.

The three professors walked away in different directions, distributed among the mazes.

around the palace.

Then, Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and said "loud voice", and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final game of the Final Four is about to begin!" he said excitedly.

"Now, let me report the current scores of the five warriors in the first two events——John Kowalski, with a total score of 105 points, and the one currently ranked first is Infinity Magic School!"

There was applause, but the Hogwarts students who occupied the majority of the auditorium were not too enthusiastic, so the applause was not too loud.

"Next is No.2 and No.3, Cedric Diggory, and Ha Potter - they are 102 points and 98 points respectively, the two warriors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft just line up , Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ranks No.2!"

Only then did there be extremely warm applause and cheers on the field, which startled the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the completely darkened night sky.

Although Hogwarts did not get the first score, but their school has two warriors ranked second and third, which proves that the Hogwarts warriors still have a great possibility to win the final championship !

The little wizards all looked at Harry and Cedric expectantly, and kept waving the red and yellow flags representing Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The names of the two warriors were written on those flags.

"Next is Mr. Victor Krum, with 91 points, Durmstrang College is No.3!" Bagman continued to read.

There was another burst of applause - Krum's reputation still had a strong influence in the eyes of the young wizards.

"Finally, Miss Fleur Delacour, with 77 points, Beauxbaton Academy is temporarily ranked No.4!"

Furong made a major mistake in the second event and failed to save her sister, so the score was widened by other warriors.

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When we got here, most of the audience applauded politely, except for some young wizards who were attracted by Furong's appearance.

Standing not far from the entrance of the maze, Harry looked at the auditorium from a distance, and could recognize Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Bill, Ron and Hermione in the stands, politely cheering for Fleur. applaud.

He waved to them from a distance, and Sirius and the others waved to him with a smile.

"Now let me introduce the rules of the game - the scores of the first two items will determine the order in which the warriors enter the maze, the warrior with the highest score will enter the maze first, and the following warriors will each be delayed by 5 minutes... "

"Now, Mr. Kowalski, listen to my whistle!" Bagman stood on the commentary booth and said with a flushed face, "Three...two...one..."

"All--"

With a short whistle, John quickly rushed through the entrance into the maze.

The tall hedges cast black shadows on the path. I don't know whether it was because of the high and dense hedges, or because of the silence magic cast around the maze. As soon as John entered the maze, the audience's voice disappeared.

John was actually not too nervous, because there were many dangerous magical animals in this maze, and this happened to be his strong point——

After studying with Newt Scamander, the best magizoologist of this century, brother-in-law of his grandma, and good friend of his grandpa, for a long time, most of the magical animals are not only not a hindrance to John, they can even be cited as assistant.

He turned a side road confidently to see what magical animals the big gamekeeper and ranger could find.

However, when he appeared behind the corner, what blocked him was neither a magical animal nor a magical mechanism, but a bald old man with a vicious appearance.

"Are you... the gatekeeper of Hogwarts, Mr. Filch?" John frowned and asked, "You shouldn't have come here, it's dangerous..."

John's words stopped suddenly.

He saw

, the Squib Filch in front of him actually took out a wand from his pocket, played with it in his hand a few times skillfully, and then pointed at John.

John suddenly felt bad, subconsciously rolled to one side...

A white beam flew past his shoulder, instantly turning the hedge behind John into a stone wall.

"The response is quite fast, and it is indeed the No.1 of the Final Four." Filch sneered.

John broke out in a cold sweat.

He never thought that such a seemingly harmless Squib could cast such a powerful spell.

"Who the hell are you?!" he demanded.

"You don't need to know." Filch said coldly, "Leaving you as an uncontrollable person on the field, how can that stupid kid get the Goblet of Fire..."

As he spoke, he cast a powerful spell again.