"Maka...are you not going back to Hogwarts...?"
Hearing Willy's direct question, Maka couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"… Maybe!"
To be honest, although I have voluntarily left Hogwarts now, it is still uncertain whether I will come back in the future. After all, Rowena's test has not been completed yet!
From beginning to end, he has been studying the mystery of the Scroll of Truth; but until now, he has only explored some extremely limited applications, and he has not even seen what is really hidden in it.
After hearing this, Willy didn't ask any more questions, but turned her head to look at the Gryffindor table.
"She... I don't like it."
"who?"
It's not easy to get Willy's "dislike", so Maka also turned around and looked over there.
The person Willy was staring at was a Beauxbatons girl. She had taken off her scarf now, and her long, waterfall-like silver hair fell softly to her waist.
At this moment, she just walked up to Ron and asked. After picking up a plate of fish soup from the Gryffindor table, she went back to Ravenclaw.
From Maka, you can see from a distance that she has a pair of big blue eyes and a pair of white and neat teeth.
Yes, that girl is indeed beautiful. It's no wonder that many students in the hall are turning back to look at her.
At this moment, Ron seemed particularly powerless. He stared at her blankly, his face already flushed. Her beauty does not only refer to her appearance, but also to the fact that she seems to have a faint attraction about her. Like—
"A Veela hybrid," Maka looked at her and said, "That should be Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons."
"Do you like it?" Willie suddenly asked, and then added, "Veela."
"Me?" Maka thought for a while, then shook her head, "I can't say that I like it, but I am very interested in this bloodline... I mentioned a story in a magic book about the Veela bloodline. "
"What?" Willy immediately turned her head and looked directly at him and asked, looking very concerned.
"Are you very interested?" Maka said, "That book records a legend about the origin of the Veela bloodline..."
While eating the food on his plate, he started talking intermittently as if he were telling a story.
It is said that a strangely beautiful girl appeared in a small desert country in ancient times. Before she reached adulthood, her beauty was already well-known in the city.
However, at that time, she was just an ordinary beautiful Muggle girl, and she was far from being recorded by wizards.
But on the day she came of age, something happened to her, and she suddenly developed an extremely powerful charm. All men, women and children were attracted by her charm, fell deeply into a strange illusion, and started killing each other.
The girl was very frightened, but she was unable to change the situation. She could only flee everywhere.
It was her panicked behavior that caused this disaster to quickly spread to the entire country, and this bad situation seemed to be getting out of control.
In the end, she even influenced some ancient wizards and triggered a real disaster that destroyed the country.
At the end of this legendary story, it says:
When the unfortunate girl finally understood that her existence would only bring disaster to the world, she chose to die quietly in a silent valley of flowers. Because she didn't dare to look back at that country with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, because she could no longer bear the pain of reality.
When she fell into the sea of flowers, her blood dyed the soil red.
Many years later, a crystal flower with elves in it bloomed quietly in the dark red soil, seeming to commemorate the innocent heart of the girl...
The story ended here, but Maka didn't stop.
"You may have guessed that the crystal flower should be the 'Mystery Crystal Flower' grown from the flower seeds you brought, and the 'elves' mentioned in the story are probably Veela..."
Having said this, he paused and took a bite of the sausage on his fork. "I guess if you use Veela's blood to water it, the 'Mystery Crystal' flower seeds may grow much faster..."
As he was talking, he habitually began to think about the research on the "Mystery Crystal Flower", but Willy seemed not to be listening at this time. She just looked at Maka's side face blankly, repeating only one sentence in her heart -
"He also knows this story..."
By this time, the desserts after the meal had been served, and everyone noticed that there were many sweets that they had never seen before.
On the Gryffindor side, Ron carefully examined all the desserts and took a fancy to a strange, white blancmange. He then carefully moved it a few inches from his right hand so that it could be clearly seen from the Ravencrouch table.
However, the girl who was full of charm seemed to be full, and she did not come over to take the plate of sweets.
When the golden plates were cleared one by one, Dumbledore stood up again.
Following his action, a feeling of excitement and nervousness spread throughout the auditorium.
Maka turned around and looked calmly towards Dumbledore.
"The moment has finally arrived," Dumbledore said, smiling at the downcast faces. "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I want to explain a few words first, and then bring the box in..."
Dumbledore first introduced Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports.
After his introduction, there was sparse applause in the auditorium.
Even for the more popular Bagman, the applause prepared for him was not much. After all, everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to announce something more important!
"Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly over the past few months to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore continued. "They will join me, Professor Orson and Maxim Together with my wife, we will form a panel of judges to make a fair judgment on the efforts of the warriors.”
As soon as they heard the word "warrior", the students seemed to be more attentive.
Dumbledore seemed to notice their sudden silence. He smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Filch, please bring up the box."
No one noticed that Filch had been standing in a corner of the auditorium just now. Now he was walking towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand. The box looked very old.
Everyone looked at the box and talked about it with interest.
"The specific events for this year's Warriors competition have been carefully reviewed by Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman," Dumbledore said while Filch carefully placed the box on the table in front of him.
"They also made many necessary arrangements for each project. There are three projects in total, conducted at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors in many different aspects...test their talents in magic, their courage and Their ability to reason on the fly—"
"And, of course, their ability to overcome danger."
After hearing the last sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone was so nervous that they held their breath.
"As you already know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition," Dumbledore continued calmly, "each representing a participating school... We will rate them based on the quality of their completion of each competition event. After the three events are completed, The champion with the highest score will win the Triwizard Cup. The one responsible for selecting the champions is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire."
Having said this, Dumbledore pulled out his wand and tapped the lid of the box three times, and the lid creaked slowly open. Dumbledore reached in and pulled out a large, roughly carved wooden goblet.
The cup itself was unremarkable at all, but it was filled with dancing blue-white flames.
Dumbledore closed the box and placed the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could clearly see it.
"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet."
"Aspirant warriors can sign up within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, Halloween night, the Goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools—tonight, the Goblet Just place it in the foyer and it will be accessible to all students who are willing to run for office.”
"In order to prevent students who are not old enough to withstand the temptation..."
At this time, Dumbledore seemed to give Maka a thoughtful look, "When the goblet is placed in the hall, I will draw an age line around it. No one under the age of seventeen can cross this line. …”
Finally, he emphasized his tone and reminded: "... Please think twice before you put your name into the cup before you put your name in the competition. I think it's time for everyone to go to bed. I wish everyone a good night."
After Dumbledore finished speaking, everyone stood up and walked through the auditorium towards the door. At this time, Willie, who Maka also said goodbye to, headed towards Durmstrang's students, but was stopped by someone from behind.
"…Maka! I think we should talk, what do you think?"
He turned around and looked at the person who stopped him, but there was no expression on his face.
"Really, Hermione? But I think there doesn't seem to be anything we have to talk about, right?" Maka said calmly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow if we have something to do. I feel a little sleepy."
"But... Hey! Maka!"
Not far away, the new Professor Moody was staring back and forth at Maka and Hermione with his intact eye. But at this moment, Maka, who was gradually moving away from him, suddenly turned around, and her cold gaze made Moody subconsciously feel a chill in his heart.