Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 243: Towards the demon flame!
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The sun is rising outside the window, and it will shed a warm light on the earth. The pleasant climate will dissipate the coldness of the past and put a golden coat on Hogwarts Castle.
In the meeting room next to the auditorium, sunlight pierced through the windows obliquely, filling the emptiness here with radiant radiance.
Of course, this is an emptiness that belongs to "Maca" alone because he has no family at all.
Furong’s sister, Gabri Delacour, holding her mother’s hand, facing the sun with big watery eyes, staring blankly at "Maca" standing alone by the window and bathing in the rising sun. .
From Gabrie's perspective, "Maca" happened to block the sun that had just risen, so that she could barely see the other's expression.
All she can see is the outline of a...a young man outlined by the shining sun.
"Oh the wind is so noisy today!"
An inexplicable sigh came from the direction of the sun lightly, accompanied by a gentle spring breeze, and the hair tossed by the wind...The sigh was misty like clouds, but with a little inexplicable solemnity.
"..."
Gabriel pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. Then, she suddenly let go of her mother's hand and took a brave step forward.
"Mr. McLean, the wind itself is silent!"
The corners of the skirt around the girl's feet fluttered slightly, and there were layers of ripples.
"Maca"'s face stiffened, but then he calmed down again.
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat, ignoring the girl's serious correction, "...but this wind seems to be weeping gently..."
"Mr. McLean!" Gabriel looked at him with pure eyes, and said seriously, "The wind can't cry!"
Furong quickly stretched out her hand and looked at "Maca" with a strange look with her mother. In fact, Furong was just wondering, but the sisters' mother frowned slightly.
"Gabriel, don't talk to strange people." She took her little daughter's hand again, and whispered in French.
Unfortunately, now this "Maca" really understands French.
A moment of embarrassment flashed on his face, but he immediately strained his face, trying to maintain his coquettish appearance.
"Maca?"
Before the three of Dracul’s mother and daughter had time to say anything, Hermione on the side suddenly spoke...
"...Maca, don't you go together?" She beckoned, "Um... it's rare that my father and mother are here, let's go outside and enjoy the sun together? Well... and that... …The'bustle' wind?"
"Miss Granger, there is no wind...well..."
Gabrielle’s mother simply covered her daughter’s mouth, and she didn’t understand. Are these warriors all mad bards? It's okay to talk about something messy here?
However, the "Maca" standing in the sun against the wind seemed to be scratched to the itch all at once, and the color of surprise on his face was almost unconcealed.
"Um..." He straightened his expression, and suddenly turned his head and walked towards Hermione, "Hurry up! Before the wind can bring some bad things into Hogwarts!"
But at this moment, the door of the meeting room was suddenly opened, and Ron rushed in.
Didn’t he go for the exam? How would it appear here?
"Maca!" Ron propped his knees, panting, "Oops! I" he swallowed hard, "...My cauldron is leaking again! Can you please? Lend me to use it?"
"Maca" paused, took a deep breath, and then nodded stiffly.
"...Yes, of course." He turned to Ron and said in a very grieving tone, "But I want to tell you one thing first"
"There are many second-hand crucibles in the scrap shop in Diagon Alley, all of which are sold at half price... Why don't you buy two more to prepare?"
The June wind is not so noisy. As for the crucible, whether it is full-price or half-price, once it's time to leak, it will naturally leak.
By the way, there is an irrelevant thing. British potato chips are really ugly!
……
Today, the whole day was spent in peace, at least for the Warriors and their respective parents and elders, it is true.
Lockhart, disguised as Maca, has never tried to attract the little girl's attention since he planted a big somersault in the conference room.
"What's going on with the girls now? Remember that many young girls like this kind of literary bard Faner?"
On the **** lawn by the lake, Lockhart sat on the ground, slightly closed his eyes and muttered in confusion...
"Could it be that...I'm already out of date?"
Until the sun went down, he was called to the auditorium to enjoy the last dinner before the game.
Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge sat on the faculty seat. Bagman looked very happy, but Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Mrs. Maxim, had a sullen face and said nothing. hair.
Mrs. Maxim buried her head to eat, her eyes seemed a little red, and Hagrid on the other side of the table kept looking at her.
The dinner was richer than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much, because everyone was nervous now, including Lockhart, who was disguised as Maca.
When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple night, Dumbledore stood up behind the staff seat, and everyone immediately fell silent.
"Ladies and gentlemen... In five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament! Now, I invite the Warriors to follow Mr. Bagman together. Go to the stadium and get ready."
The four warriors all stood up. Everyone's expressions were different, Furong seemed to hesitate, but "Maca" looked down slightly in a daze. Hermione was relatively better, but the most nervous one was our Mr. Potter.
"Does it feel okay, Harry?" Bagman asked as they walked down the stone steps, "Are you confident?"
"Oh, yes." Harry said.
Of course, this was just casually. He remembered all the spells he had studied and practiced in his mind, but it didn't make him feel any better.
On the other side, "Maca", whose eyes had been drooping all the time, suddenly raised his head, with a trace of firmness hidden in his eyes.
When they walked into the Quidditch Stadium, they found that everything here had become completely unrecognizable.
A wide circular platform was built on the original Quidditch court, completely covering the huge hole and the lawn.
In the very center of this circular platform, a shallow disc-shaped pit was pulled out, and four half-person-high gray-white stone pillars stood around it.
And right at the top of the stone pillars, there is a transparent potion bottle containing powder particles of different colors. Is it Floo powder? But why are there so many colors?
The entire venue looks like an empty altar, and the four warriors are undoubtedly the candidates who are about to become sacrifices.
Five minutes later, people began to enter the surrounding stands.
Hundreds of students filed in, the air filled with excited words and chaotic footsteps.
The sky is now clear and deep blue, and the stars are gradually showing up. They flicker as before, like countless pairs of eyes, watching everything here.
Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick walked into the stadium and walked towards Bagman and several warriors. Their hats are all decorated with bright red stars, except for Hagrid, whose red star is behind his terry cloth vest.
"We will be here at all times," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties, want to be rescued or decide to abstain, use the Fire Charm to light the powder in the bottle, and we will have someone to help you. , Do you understand?"
"Professor, is that a Floo fan?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.
Professor McGonagall nodded and said: "Yes, that is the Floo powder specially made for this project. When they are ignited, the Floo network nodes fixed in the bottle will trigger the magic flame on the ground. , And connect the flyway network route between the two places."
"...but this kind of special Floo powder is very expensive and only used once. Please judge the timing of use carefully, do you know?"
The warriors nodded together.
"Okay, go and light the magic flames that are randomly teleported!" Bagman said to the four rescuers happily.
"Good luck to you, Maca, Harry, Hermione."
Hagrid finished speaking in a whisper~IndoMTL.com~ The four people walked towards the "altar" in the middle and stood by the four pillars. Then, Professor McGonagall took out a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it on the shallow depression.
Suddenly, a flame rose suddenly, turning it into a bright green campfire.
At this moment, Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and said "Sound loud", so his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! I'll report the current score! The current leader is Maca McLean 88 points, temporarily ranked first, Germany Mstrong School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
The applause and cheers are not too much, but they are not too few. Many students who like Maca are applauding hard to break the silence of the night sky.
"The second place was Harry Potter with 73 points, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" There was another round of applause, and his home court advantage gave him more encouragement.
"Hermione Granger scored 64, ranked third, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Compared to Harry, Hermione received much less applause. After all, Harry's legendary experience made him destined to add a lot of points in the hearts of others.
"Finally was fourth, Fleur Delacour with 62 points, Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Only Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione are recognizable in the stands to applaud Fleur politely. Other than that, only the students of Boothbarton were left.
Of course, there is also Mrs. Maxim with a dull look. She seems to think there must be something wrong with Fleur's two points lower than Hermione!
At this moment, Bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hand vigorously.
"Now...Mr. McLean, please listen to my whistle!" He shouted loudly, "Three...two...! Let's go to the magic flame!"