MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts

A student from Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School widened his eyes and blurted out: "Oh my god, this is Hogwarts?"

"It looks much taller than our Nadu."

When the girl next to him saw this, she thought he was embarrassed. She came over and slapped him on the back of the head, scolding him: "Chen, please stop talking so loudly. Stop talking about your accent. It makes you look like a slut." ”

"Hey, don't pull me." The boy hid next to him.

The girl was unhappy and said, "I'll do it. I'm the captain this time."

"If you do this again, I will report you." The boy cursed and walked aside.

The principal who led the team had his eyes twitching, wishing he could kick those two careless ones away with a tiger-tailed kick.

As soon as the principal of Ban Ade appeared, he began to secretly inquire about the candidates and strengths sent by each school.

The principal of Kodosdorez and Slughorn were old acquaintances, and they met for a drink in the evening.

The old man brought a bottle of vodka and swore to Slughorn that it was just oolong tea and you would not get drunk after drinking it.

The naive Slughorn laughed and said that Britain drinks all kinds of tea.

Principal Bailey of Castrobusher immediately came over, took out the yerba mate, and asked Slughorn if he had ever drank this.

Ten schools gathered together, it was very lively.

For this reason, Hogwarts also specially expanded the auditorium.

Teams from each school sat mixed with students from Hogwarts.

Durmstrang and Mesmer sat down at the extended Slytherin table.

The most eye-catching Slytherin girl, Astoria has long, golden, silky hair and a firm expression.

As a member of the Star Club, he is also a Slytherin.

Glory is the most inescapable poison for them.

Astoria raised her chin and glanced at the entire audience with a disdainful gaze.

"By the stars."

"Glory to Slytherin!"

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Chapter 821 Preparing for the school-level league

The school-level league starts its first project in November.

The students at Hogwarts were a little shocked from the beginning.

In the library, all kinds of faces gathered together, frantically flipping through the knowledge from Hogwarts.

Especially the mysterious Eastern power, everyone read a large number of books without changing their expressions.

It’s as if these are just their daily homework.

"What are they doing?"

A Gryffindor student opened his mouth. His name was Dennis Creevey.

The elder brother is Colin Creevey.

That’s right, he was Harry’s fanboy and later the royal photographer during the siege of the saints.

Colin is now a contracted photographer for the Daily Prophet.

Dennis was confused by students from other schools.

"The first project of the school-level league is the storage of magical knowledge," said a wise Ravenclaw girl. "And this knowledge is most likely to be exposed to the students of this school, so they have to pay attention to the school library during this period. Carry out starvation-style nourishment.”

"So that's it." Dennis was eye-opening.

There are three types of school-level leagues.

Magic knowledge reserve, magic skills application, Quidditch Magic Star Cup.

There is almost no upper limit to the magical knowledge reserve, and it is possible to pass the test on all subjects related to Hogwarts.

Whether it is the protection of magical animals or herbal medicine, as long as it may appear in the knowledge competition, everything is greedily absorbed.

In the courtyard, you can see a wizard pulling out his wand and casting spells.

The flying magic made the students passing by frightened.

Especially the students of Wagadu, these people have little dependence on the wand. Sometimes they get impatient and just throw away the wand and start casting spells without a wand.

The busiest time in Hogwarts is eating.

There are all kinds of things in the large auditorium.

I heard that various schools bring their own chefs or house elves.

The food at Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School makes people say, "The Witch King is above you". Before seeing the thing called Maoxuewang, Dennis always thought that no one in the world except vampires would eat blood.

But after taking a bite, the hot taste made his lips turn red soon.

What followed was an unstoppable frenzy of dazzling.

The only problem is that I don’t know why the food at Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School is very weird.

Every time Dennis saw the kind lady in the cafeteria pick up a spoon, his heart beat at the same speed as the other person's spoon.

The greatest interest of Principal Bailey of Castrobushe is to provide barbecue and yerba mate to people from other schools. Every time he eats, he will hold a huge fork of barbecue and a knife in one hand and go to every empty plate to cut it. A big piece of meat.

Slughorn drank the mate tea that looked like broken foam, and frowned every time, "This tastes so weird."

Another centenarian principal nodded in approval and poured himself a glass of vodka.

Dennis made a new friend, a seventh-grade student at the Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School.

"My name is Dennis Creevey."

Dennis shook hands with the other party. He was not sure whether the other party understood the English.

He underestimated the power from the mysterious East. When the boy opened his mouth, it was a standard English model from the northeastern region of a certain country.

"Hello." Classmate Chen, who had a lot of meat in his mouth, shook hands hurriedly, and hurriedly stuffed a piece of garlic into his mouth.

Dennis can be sure that this person is definitely not a vampire.

"If you eat meat without garlic, the flavor will be reduced by half."

After swallowing the meat, Classmate Chen grabbed a hand of ancient Chinese prose.

"My surname is Chen, and my name comes from an ancient oriental poem, Chaoci Baidi Caiyunjian."

Dennis barely understood, and he asked: "So your name is Chen Caiyun?"

"No," Classmate Chen shook his head and said deeply, "My name is Chen Chaoci."

Dennis: “…”

Well, Oriental people have weird names that make it difficult for Dennis to figure it out.

But there must be something special about the other party coming here. Like the students in Ben Ade, they wish they could live in the library.

Ms. Pince couldn't drive away the crowd.

"Old Dan, I heard that this is the alma mater of the Witch King. Are you in the same college as him?"

Dennis took a while to digest this northeastern English. He shook his head and said, "He is from Slytherin, that's where he is."

Dennis thoughtfully pointed to the Slytherin table, pointed to the seat where no one was sitting, and said, "That's the Witch King's seat. Slytherin never lets others sit there."

When Chen Chaoci heard this, his eyes shone, "Oh my god, you must rub your hands on the throne of the Great God!"

Grabbing Dennis, he rushed towards the Slytherin table.

After a while, Chen Chaoci and Dennis squatted in the foyer and said melancholy: "Old Dan, you are so ungrateful. You didn't tell me that those guys could beat people."

He bared his teeth, rubbed his purple eye circles, and said angrily: "I am a dignified person who practiced the Golden Bell in Shaolin Temple, but I was surrounded by more than a dozen people and beaten."

"Are you sure they are wizards?"

Dennis said with lingering fear: "They believe in the supremacy of strength. They are the strongest group of people in the school in duels and group fights."

Chen Chaoci's eyes were dull, and you, the cheater, didn't tell you earlier.

Mainly, Dennis didn't expect anyone to dare to pounce directly on Slytherin. You know, even Slughorn accidentally touched him again, and everyone almost killed him with their eyes.

"Chen, which event are you in?" Dennis became more and more curious about which event Chen Chaoci was a player in.

"It's a crappy project. I just didn't want to be dragged into delivering couriers, so I applied to join the team."

Chen Chaoci complained: "You don't know how many pitfalls this shabby school has. You have to do an internship for a year, just to get an internship certificate."

"If I had known I would have gone to Longhu Mountain, I would have at least learned the Golden Light Spell."

Even though he didn’t know what internship and the Golden Light Spell were, Dennis patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, “It’s not easy for you either.”

Just when the two of them were squatting at the door, wondering if Slytherin would chase them out and beat them.

A sturdy figure walked into the foyer.

The visitor paused and glanced at the two people holding chicken coop heads at the door.

Neville was very suspicious, why were the painting styles of these two students so strange?

Forget it, there are all kinds of students.

Neville walked into the auditorium.

The two people who were so absorbed in chatting did not realize that they had missed anything and were still chatting.

Dennis mentioned that he once met the Star Club, and a student from Ben Ade happened to come out.

"The Society of Stars is the legend of Hogwarts," Dennis mused. "It is the Witch King's treasure left in Hogwarts. It appears everywhere."

"The Witch King's treasure?" Chen Chaoci was very interested.

Not only him, this sentence was quickly taken back by the Ben Ade student.

And next door to Banad, Durmstrang heard.

Next is Ilvermorny and Beauxbatons.

Almost not a day passed before everyone knew that there was a secret room left by the Witch King in Hogwarts.

The treasure hunt begins on this night.

Filch's solitary room was almost full of people, including Chen Chaoci and Dennis.

They didn’t understand why so many people showed up at their appointed place.

…

November has started to get cold.

The wizard city didn't know its direction, and the wizards began to prepare to spend their first winter here.

Because of its structure, the Magic Tower is extremely cold.

Basil flew in from outside, crossed Tom's head, and stopped on his shelf.

A letter slowly fell on John, who was sitting cross-legged on the cold and biting ground.

John's eyelids moved, and his lowered eyes slowly opened.

He just went to other places in the palace of thinking.

The village of Hogsmeade had not been moved to the Wizarding City. Inside, he saw Hagrid and Ms. Maxim carrying students on their backs.

But Ms. Maxim was a little angry because a few feathers of her rune horse were plucked out by Graup.

Hagrid didn't think it was a big deal. From the perspective of his magical animal expert, a few feathers falling off the rune horse would not affect its flight.

The difference in thinking between men and women made Hagrid unclear about the reason why Ms. Maxim was angry.

John couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "Hagrid still doesn't understand Ms. Maxim's thoughts."

"You have to at least pull out a few of Grawp's hairs. That's called an exchange of equal value."

John felt that his idea was correct. He looked at the letter sent and saw, well, it was from Slughorn.