Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The age limit was changed from 17 to 13 years old. From a literal perspective, this change was very justified. Suer couldn't help but touch his chin.

Under normal circumstances, the Triwizard Tournament is held every four years. If the first and second grade students are not able to participate this time, they will have the opportunity not to miss this event when the next Triwizard Tournament begins.

It seems reasonable, but if it is too reasonable, there must be something wrong.

Why would the principal of Durmstrang make such a suggestion?

Oh, right...

That principal seems to have another identity...

Soul felt like he had grasped a little bit of the truth...

"Hey, Soul, how do you think the 'referee' will choose the Warriors?" Justin nudged Soul with his elbow.

"Ah?" Soul was pulled back from his thoughts and blinked, "I don't know, but I guess it's some kind of magic alchemy tool. Principal Dumbledore just said that this referee is absolutely fair. .”

"I think it's a very fair wizard, such as an old wizard from the International Federation of Wizards." Moen said, "We might be able to see a wonderful duel between young wizards, and the winner takes all! "

"Maybe." Suer shrugged. Anyway, I have already hinted how I will choose the hero.

While the audience was whispering to each other, Dumbledore had already finished his last words on the podium. The general idea was that the guests had come from afar, and Hogwarts, as the host, should welcome the guests from afar with a warm and friendly attitude. .

Ah, no problem, as long as Durmstrang's Dormammu, ah, Krum doesn't have any thoughts about his wife.

"Let's go back to the dormitory?"

When Dumbledore finished his speech and turned to chat with Mad-Eye Moody, there was a clicking and ping-ping sound all around the auditorium. The little wizards all stood up and crowded towards a double door and entered the foyer.

"No, I have something else to do, you go back first." After saying goodbye to his roommates, Soul went to Gryffindor to find his little girlfriend. The principal's office on the eighth floor is in the same room as Gryffindor's dormitory. one direction.

Soul did not forget the whisper that Dumbledore conveyed to his ear through magic before the banquet officially started.

"You shouldn't be in this direction, right?" Hermione asked doubtfully as she stepped onto the second staircase and walked in the opposite direction to the little wizards in Hufflepuff costumes.

"Accompanying your girlfriend back to the dormitory is what a boyfriend should do." Su Er chuckled and secretly grabbed the young white hand in the crowd.

Hermione was still not used to holding hands openly in such a crowded place. She blushed and subconsciously wanted to take her hand out, but Soul held it tightly. She gave up after trying a few times without success.

On the flushed face, the big and lively eyes gave Su Er a cute look.

"Hmph, do you think I believe it or not?"

Believe it or not, it is a fact that I am accompanying you back to Gryffindor dormitory now.

After climbing another level, Hermione whispered curiously, "Who will be the impartial judge of who is a warrior?"

"Want to know?" Suer smiled and raised his face slightly, the meaning was self-evident.

Hermione understood what Soul meant. This bad guy wanted to tease her again!

"Hmph, love to talk or not to talk."

Hermione shook her intertwined hands vigorously, trying to get rid of Soul and move forward.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Soul saw Hermione looking a little angry and hurriedly leaned into her ear. Now that the news has been made public, Halloween will come soon in October. Let's reveal a little bit about how to choose a warrior in advance. The prompt will not have much impact.

"As far as I know, it's an alchemy tool."

"Alchemy tool?" Hermione shrank her neck, the heat from Sur's breath tickling her sensitive little ears.

"Ang, we'll know exactly what it is in October."

"Oh." Hermione nodded, "Then do you sign up?"

"Sign up?" Suer shook his head, "I won't sign up. The honor of the Triwizard Tournament is of no use to me."

“And, this year, I have more important things to do.”

"What's the matter? Oops." Hermione just asked, before she let out a scream and her foot sank into a step in the middle of the stairs.

There are many such teasing stairs in Hogwarts. It has become a habit for old students to skip or avoid these special stairs. Hermione should not have made such a small mistake, but her thoughts They were all chatting with Suer and ignored the changes under their feet.

"Be careful." Soul let go of his hand, put his arm around Hermione's waist and inserted it under her other arm, hugging her hard, and the back of his hand accidentally touched a soft thing.

oh! ! !Can't you tell...

Soul remained calm on his face, but he was overjoyed in his heart that he would... ahem, he helped Hermione escape from the stair trap.

Hermione was naturally aware of Soul's dirty tricks. Her downturned face was already red, and the little ears faintly exposed between her hair had turned into a rosy mass.

"I'm here, no need to send you off." The little girl whispered, "You should go back quickly. Good night."

After saying that, the little girl took small steps and ran away in a hurry.

A suit of armor on the top of the stairs creaked and jingled, as if laughing.

Su Er touched the back of his hand, a smile appeared on his lips, and did not stop the little girl who was running away.

"Bangdang."

When passing the armor on the top of the stairs, Sur gave it a hard punch.

"You're laughing! Shut up!"

……

Not long after, on the familiar eighth floor of the castle, Sur strolled around to admire the portraits on the wall. After a summer vacation, they disappeared. Several familiar ones had changed places and were replaced by several other portraits of unknown wizards.

"Password!"

The gargoyle asked in a programmed manner as usual.

"Oh, do I still need to read the password? Principal Dumbledore asked me to do it." Sol asked in surprise.

But the gargoyle remained silent and did not respond.

"Okay, okay, luckily I didn't throw away the Candy Duke's order form." Soul reached into his pocket and took out the parchment before he could.

With a "boom", the gargoyle stone beast silently stepped aside, revealing the spiraling staircase behind it.

Dumbledore was not in his office, perhaps still chatting with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the Great Hall.

The layout in the principal's room has not changed much. The silver alchemy tools on the table are puffing out white air and spinning slowly. Fox is napping on the perch. On the shelf behind the big desk, the Sword of Gryffindor is glowing in the soft light. The cold light reflected below.

The old principals on the wall were sitting in their seats and taking a nap. Several old men and women quietly looked at Su Er who entered the principal's office.

This was not the first time that Su Er came to the principal's office. He greeted Sister Fox familiarly, but Fox didn't even give him a single reaction. He even moved his body and turned his back to Su Er.

"Good evening, principal." Suer didn't care and bowed respectfully to the previous principals on the wall.