Felix, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape and Moody stood together. Moody was leaning on a long cane and talking loudly to Flitwick.

"What a pity that Professor McGonagall didn't come. She is the only one missing from the four deans." Flitwick said.

"No need, Professor Flitwick." Moody said in a low voice, "We all discussed it in advance. We came here today just to join in the fun. I also want to see how these students perform..."

"Minerva will preside over the meeting, Lupin is here, and there are also representatives from the school board. Important people must be present." Felix understood the reason and answered concisely.

"Is it a magic lamp?" Moody said, and his magic eye turned to Felix. "I have heard of the name of Future World. The Daily Prophet interviewed almost everyone in Diagon Alley and asked them what they thought of this building that suddenly appeared."

Sprout said, "There is also a light show at the Quidditch World Cup, but it seems that the unexpected parade has taken away attention. I wonder if it has been affected?"

"In fact, it has not had much impact. Remus also complained to me that there are too many orders and he can't handle them. He has to recruit more people urgently." Felix said with a smile. He is still very satisfied with the development of Future World.

Several professors talked to each other. Snape was silent, looking much more silent than usual. He wore a black robe and folded his arms in front of him.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was black. Some sat far away on the slope, spread out a blanket, took out various foods, as if they were having a picnic, and looked around leisurely.

Felix looked at the professors, "It's almost time, shall we start? Why don't we..."

"We are here to watch the fun," Flitwick said sharply, "Dumbledore assigned you to be in charge of the training of the warriors. Your Mindstone Basin is the most suitable tool. I can't wait to leave my memory, but I can't compare to Dumbledore. I plan to leave the memory of the year I won the duel championship..."

In the staff lounge, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of the warrior candidates. In order to make Dumbledore's appointment of Felix legitimate, McGonagall took out the Memory Stone Basin to convince the professors, but she still remembered the headmaster's warning and simply explained its use. Later, Flitwick took the initiative to find Felix, asked about the details, and generously agreed to provide a memory.

Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick and Felix himself, other professors did not do this, which actually shows that everyone attaches great importance to their own memories, and Dumbledore's previous concerns are justified.

Felix bowed slightly, walked to the front, pointed at himself with his wand, and his voice spread far away, as if he was speaking to the students' ears.

"You should have seen what is written on the bulletin board. Today we are not selecting warriors. That is the task of the Goblet of Fire. What we need to do is to select a group of people with potential for special training. It is very likely that the final warriors will emerge from these people. Even if not, they will serve as student representatives to receive teachers and students from the four participating schools and attend exchange activities."

Felix turned his wand nonchalantly, "What qualifies as a warrior?"

"The Sorting Hat can sort students into four houses based on a person's most outstanding traits. You may think it would be nice if there was a 'warrior hat'..."

The students below laughed softly.

"...You may also think that I will pick the most powerful students. This means that you must have a brawl, or at the very least, you must show off your magic skills. But I must remind you that the competition will last a very long time, which means that latecomers can catch up, and pioneers may fall behind at any time.

Strength is not the only criterion for measurement, otherwise what we do today will be meaningless."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other. When they came, they were still guessing whether they would compete to see whose spell was stronger, but there was actually no unified standard. Harry was best at the Disarming Spell, but even he knew that the professors would not only consider this spell.

But the professor's words were very different from what they thought, and it seemed that he didn't care about their abilities at all, which made Harry a little disappointed.

"Several of our professors have looked through a lot of information, analyzed past competitions, and come to some conclusions. One of them I can share with you is that warriors often face the most difficult difficulties, even tests that are far beyond their own capabilities. In that case, a slight difference in strength is not that important."

"The one who wins the championship is not always the strongest. You will find that there are more invisible obstacles blocking your way to victory... So, I made a small suggestion, starting from the definition of a warrior itself." Felix stopped what he was doing, his eyes flashing sharply, "We are back to the original question, what is considered a warrior?"

He stood up and looked at the crowd with a sense of oppression. When Felix asked the question again, the students felt heavy in their hearts.

"The warriors do not represent individuals or a certain college, but a unified name given by outsiders to Hogwarts students. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch. I would not ask her which college she was from, because in my eyes, she was a witch from Ugadu."

The expressions of the young wizards involuntarily became serious, and they straightened their chests. A freshman handed a candy to his mouth, which was suspended in the air. He looked around and put it down. Luna clapped her hands and shook the hat in her hand vigorously.

"Since the warriors represent Hogwarts to fight for honor, I think they should have some unified characteristics."

"Brave and fearless, extraordinary spirit;"

"Knowledgeable, smart and wise;"

"Honest and loyal, resolute and upright;"

"Determined in goal, calm and self-sustaining."

Felix laughed softly, "Of course, the above are just good wishes. We are lucky enough to be associated with one or two words." Unconsciously, he held a suspicious black mist in his hand.

He pointed his wand at the black fog and made it rise quickly. When it flew to a high altitude close to the ceiling, the black fog suddenly fell like a cannonball, dragging a long black smoke, hitting the ground and spreading. The young wizards hurried to avoid it, but found that the black fog did not extend indefinitely. When it expanded to more than ten feet, it stopped expanding and twisted into a looming door, hanging in the air, six or seven feet above the ground, shrouded by black fog.

Under the black door, seven steps extended. The surface of the steps was as smooth as a black mirror, connected to the ground one by one.

"Go in, come out, get the invitation card, and you will be selected." Felix said calmly. He looked at Moody, who was leaning on a cane, and several professors beside him, and smiled and said, "Let's leave this place to the students, have a cup of tea together, and discuss the training later."

They had no objections. They came together today to express the school's attention. The selection criteria had been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall was relieved not to show up and deal with more important things.

They walked a few steps. "By the way," Felix stopped and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have forgotten to add an age limit. Students in other grades don't need to..."

"Don't bother! Professor Happ," Moody said hoarsely, tightening his cane in his hand, "The more it is forbidden, the more people will try it. This is my experience this week!"

His fake eye turned, retracted into the eye socket, and pointed back with his thumb. The Weasley twins were looking at the black door, only a few steps away, and one of them seemed to want to touch the steps above.

The other Weasley noticed that the professors turned around and quickly pulled him, and the two of them showed the same smile.

"You want to test the students' character, which is a good move. But instead of setting restrictions and making them unconvinced, it is better to try them one by one, so that they can recognize how capable they are."

He tapped his wand hard and said in a tough tone: "Not everyone can become a warrior."

Felix looked at Moody, his eyes paused slightly on him, and said fluently: "You are right, Professor Moody."

They left together, and the students at the scene looked at them, watching them open the door of classroom 7 and walk out one by one. With a "bang", the door closed.

After a few seconds of silence, the students exploded, staring at the black door hanging in the air and shrouded in black fog. The seven smooth steps extending upward seemed to have a strange charm, attracting all their attention.

"Gudong!"

Harry swallowed a mouthful of saliva.