The rising sun outside the window will cast a warm light onto the earth. The pleasant climate will dispel the coldness of the past and put a golden coat on Hogwarts Castle.
In the conference room next to the auditorium, sunlight slanted through the windows, filling the emptiness here.
Of course, this is an emptiness that belongs to "Maka" alone - because he has no family at all.
Fleur's sister, Gabrielle Delacour, held her mother's hand, her big watery eyes flashed in the sunshine, and she stared blankly at "Maka" who was standing alone by the window, bathing in the morning sun.
From Gabri's perspective, "Maka" happened to block the rising sun, making her almost unable to see the other person's expression.
All she could see was the outline of a young man outlined by the bright morning sun.
“Oh—the wind is so noisy today!”
An inexplicable sigh came gently from the direction of the sun, accompanied by a gust of warm spring breeze, and the messy hair blown by the wind... The sigh was as ethereal as clouds, but with a little inexplicable solemnity.
“…”
Gabrielle pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. Then, she suddenly let go of her mother's hand and bravely took a step forward.
"Mr. MacLean, the wind itself has no sound!"
The hem of the skirt at the girl's feet fluttered slightly, creating ripples one after another.
"Maka"'s face stiffened, but then she regained her composure.
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat, ignoring the girl's serious correction, "...but the wind seems to be sobbing gently..."
"Mr. McClain!" Gabrielle looked at him with pure eyes and said seriously, "The wind doesn't cry!"
Fleur quickly stretched out her hand to pull her, and then she and her mother looked at "Maka" with a strange look. In fact, Fleur was just confused, but the mother of the two sisters frowned slightly.
"Gabriel, don't talk to strange people." She took her little daughter's hand again and whispered in French.
Unfortunately, this "Maka" now really understands French.
Embarrassment flashed across his face for a moment, but he immediately straightened his face, trying hard to maintain his coquettish appearance.
"Maka?"
Before Delacour, mother and daughter could say anything else, Hermione suddenly spoke...
"... Maka, why don't you come together?" She waved and said, "Um... it's rare that my father and mother are here, let's go outside to enjoy the sun together? Well... and that... 'noisy' wind? "
"Miss Granger, there is no wind... um..."
Gabrielle's mother simply covered her daughter's mouth - she didn't understand. Are all these warriors just expired bards? What nonsense are you talking about here
However, "Maka" standing in the sunshine and facing the wind seemed to have been scratched all of a sudden, and the surprise on his face could hardly be concealed.
"Well..." He adjusted his expression and suddenly turned around and walked towards Hermione, "Let's go quickly! Before the wind brings some bad things into Hogwarts!"
But at this moment, the door to the conference room was suddenly opened, and Ron hurried in.
Didn't he take the exam? How would it appear here
"Maca!" Ron propped up his knees, looking out of breath, "Oops! I-" he swallowed hard, "...my crucible leaked again! Can I lend you yours?" Can I use it?"
"Maka" stopped moving forward, took a deep breath, and then nodded stiffly.
"...Yes, of course." He turned towards Ron and said in a very resentful tone, "But I want to tell you one thing first -"
"There are a lot of second-hand cauldrons for sale in the scrap shop in Diagon Alley, all at half price... Why don't you buy two more to keep?"
The wind in June is not very noisy. As for the crucible, whether it is full price or half price, once it is time to leak, it will naturally leak.
By the way, let me mention an irrelevant thing - British potato chips are really delicious!
…
The entire day today was spent in peace—at least for the warriors and their parents and elders, that was indeed the case.
Lockhart, disguised as Maka, had never tried to attract the little girl's attention since his stumble in the conference room.
"What's wrong with girls nowadays? Remember back then, many young girls liked this kind of literary and artistic bard style?"
On the sloped lawn by the lake, Lockhart sat on the ground, eyes slightly closed and muttering in confusion...
"Does it mean that... I have fallen behind?"
It wasn't until the sun went down that he was called to the auditorium for the last dinner before the game.
Ludo Bagman and Cornelius Fudge sat at the staff table. Bagman looked very happy, but Cornelius Fudge, who sat next to Mrs. Maxim, had a sullen face and said nothing. hair.
Madame Maxime was immersed in eating, her eyes seemed a little red, and Hagrid on the other side of the table kept looking towards her.
The dinner was richer than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much because everyone was very nervous now, including Lockhart who was disguised as Maka.
When the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple night, Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table, and everyone immediately fell silent.
"Ladies and gentlemen... In five minutes, I will invite everyone to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament! Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports field. Get ready."
All four warriors stood up. Everyone's expressions were different - Fleur seemed a little hesitant, while "Maka" lowered her eyes and was slightly lost in thought. Hermione was relatively better, but the most nervous one was our Mr. Potter.
"Feeling okay, Harry?" Bagman asked as they descended the stone steps. "Feeling confident?"
"Oh, yes," said Harry.
Of course, this was just casual. He kept going over the spells he had practiced in his mind - he remembered them all, but it didn't make him feel any better.
On the other side, "Maka", who had always lowered his eyes, suddenly raised his head, with a trace of deeply hidden determination in his eyes.
When they walked into the Quidditch pitch, they found that everything here had become completely unrecognizable.
A wide circular platform was built on the original Quidditch pitch, completely covering the previous huge hole and the lawn.
In the center of this circular platform, a disc-shaped shallow pit was dug out, surrounded by four gray-white stone pillars that were half a person tall.
And just at the top of the stone pillars, there are transparent potion bottles containing powder particles of different colors - are they Floo powder? But why are there so many colors
The entire venue looked like an empty altar, and the four warriors were undoubtedly the candidates to be sacrificed.
Five minutes later, people began to enter the surrounding stands.
Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps.
The sky was now a clear deep blue, and the stars were gradually emerging. They flicker as always, like countless pairs of eyes, watching everything here.
Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick walked into the playing field and approached Bagman and several warriors. They all had big shining red stars on their hats—except Hagrid, whose star was on the back of his terry vest.
"We will always be waiting here," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties, want to be rescued or decide to give up, just use the fire-making spell to ignite the powder in the bottle, and someone will come to help you. Understand. Yet?"
"Professor, is that Floo powder?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.
Professor McGonagall nodded and said: "Yes, that is the floo powder specially customized for this project. When they are ignited, the floo network nodes fixed in the bottle will trigger the magic flames on the ground and connect them to Floo network route between the two places."
"... However, this special floo powder is very expensive and can only be used once. Please be careful when judging the time of use. Do you understand?"
The warriors nodded together.
"Okay, you go and ignite the randomly transmitted magic flames!" Bagman said happily to the four rescuers.
"Good luck to you, Maka, Harry, and Hermione."
After Hagrid whispered, the four people walked towards the "altar" in the middle and stood beside the four pillars. Then, Professor McGonagall took out a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the shallow depression.
Suddenly, a flame suddenly rose high, turning the place into a bright green bonfire.
At this time, Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and recited "loud voice", and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! The current leader is Maka McClain - 88 points, temporarily ranked first, Dem Strong School of Magic!”
The applause and cheers were not too much, but not too little either—many students who liked Maca were clapping hard, breaking the silent night sky.
"Second place is Harry Potter - 73 points, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" There was another burst of applause, and the home field advantage gave him more encouragement.
"Hermione Granger - 64 points, ranked third, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
Compared to Harry, Hermione received much less applause. After all, Harry's legendary experience meant that he was destined to gain a lot of points in the hearts of others.
"Finally, fourth place, Fleur Delacour - 62 points, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"
The only ones who could be recognized were Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Ron, who were politely applauding Fleur in the middle row of the stands. Other than that, the only ones left were the Beauxbatons students.
Of course, there was also the depressed Madame Maxime, who seemed to think there must be something wrong with Fleur being two points lower than Hermione!
At this time, Bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hands energetically.
"Now... Mr. McClain, please listen to my whistle!" He shouted loudly, "Three... two...! Let's set off towards the magic flame!"