A new week has arrived. This is the last week of October. The professors have unanimously accelerated their progress to make time for the upcoming competition.

Moody's class is still full of fear. "I can smell a coward," he said in class. At that time, he was about to cast the Imperius Curse on the students in turn. Moody looked at the students grimly with his intact eye and said in a low voice: "You will find that the more you escape, the more danger will find you... Yes, it always favors cowards."

When he raised his wand, the young wizards trembled together.

In the whole grade, only Harry showed resistance to the Imperius Curse. "You have the potential to be an Auror! Potter, show them what you can do!" Moody shouted. He cast the Imperius Curse on Harry four times in a row until Harry was able to completely get rid of the influence of the Imperius Curse before turning his attention to the next person.

At the end of the class, Ron and Neville supported each other and walked out of the classroom. They were treated similarly. Under Moody's control, Ron danced a passionate dance, while Neville performed a series of amazing gymnastics moves.

"Who does he think he is, that paranoid idiot..." Ron said indignantly, rubbing his thigh.

When they passed a group of second-year wizards, these wizards stared at Hermione and talked openly about Hermione's horrific performance in the open space last weekend.

"That fire phoenix... burned all the hair..."

Hermione's expression was both happy and embarrassed, "Don't they have anything else to do?" Even when she was doing homework in the library, she did not escape all kinds of hot eyes. When rejecting the third group of students who wanted autographs, the little wizard said "huh" in dissatisfaction, "What are you so proud of?"

Hermione said in disbelief, "Am I proud?"

"You look like you've been cast a happy spell," Ron said with jealousy, "You're so happy and smiling."

"It's terrible..." Hermione was stunned for a while, sighed for a long time, and said to Harry very seriously, "I admire you a little, Harry."

"What did you say?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I just... have some feelings." Hermione said, "Think about it, I just gained a little fame recently, and I feel so proud, but you have been in such eyes for three years without showing any abnormality."

Harry stammered, "That's because I don't think fame is good... Well, to be honest, sometimes I feel it's not bad."

"Does it also include being misunderstood?" Hermione looked at him deeply and asked. In the past few days, she has experienced the disadvantages of sudden fame. Only when she becomes the focus of the crowd can she know what it feels like.

She suddenly remembered that in their second year, Harry was suspected by many classmates of being the heir of Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets because he revealed his Parseltongue. They all avoided Harry and talked about him behind his back.

"You are here." Harry said.

Ron shrugged his shoulders, "What weird topics are you talking about? Let's go, let's go find Fred and George. I saw them go to the Owlery. Maybe the aging potion has arrived."

Harry was about to go see Hedwig, and Hermione also thought it would be better to get some fresh air. They packed up and left the library.

When they passed the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they saw two goblins coming out of the forest. They were carrying a wild boar on their shoulders and were walking towards the Ilvermorny station. When they saw Harry and the others, the two goblins whispered in a strange language.

"Guess what they said?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, maybe they are just curious." Harry said, looking in the direction of the Quidditch field. Standing at his position, he could only see the roof of a tall building. There were four animal statues on the four corners of the eaves. Facing them was a thunderbird flapping its wings, which looked a bit like the bronze eagle of Ravenclaw.

"Do you think there will be thunderbirds in this year's competition?" Ron asked curiously.

"Thunderbirds are not easy to deal with. They are the darlings of the storm. Not counting magical abilities, the fact that they can fly alone makes the warriors far behind." Hermione said pessimistically.

The owl shed is a round stone room standing high up. As they endured the "whimpering" draft in the tower and the smell of owl droppings and climbed up the stairs, they happened to hear the footsteps of the twins coming down the stairs.

"He can't hide from us forever. That's not a small amount of money!"

"Yeah, I don't know if sending a letter will work. Maybe we should just put the letter in his hand. He will definitely come, right..." Turning a corner, George stopped talking and looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione in surprise.

"Why are you here?" Fred asked with his eyes wide open.

Ron didn't answer. He stared at the twins. "Who wants to hide from you?"

"I hope your silly brother can hide from us." Fred said unhappily.

Ron wanted to ask again, but Fred and George hugged him on the left and right. "Don't you want the aging potion? It arrived yesterday. I'll give it to you when I go back." With that, they left one after the other.

"They are definitely hiding something from the family." Ron said with certainty, looking at their backs. "But it looks like someone owes them money." He quickly put the matter behind him and said hopefully, "I wonder how the aging potion tastes? I really hope it's better than the Polyjuice Potion..."

Hermione said coldly, "You haven't given up that plan yet, have you?"

"Yeah, are you going to tell on us, Hermione?" Ron said with a smile, "We have to try it... Professor McGonagall said that the warriors don't have to take the end-of-year exams, which means that no matter how you fool around with your homework, you don't have to worry about getting a low score... This is a year of peace!"

Hermione looked at him angrily, "So you want to become a warrior just to avoid doing homework?"

"And of course there's a big bonus."

They returned to the common room, and Ron lay on the table and groaned, "There's too much homework this year. Professor McGonagall left us a paper on hedgehog metamorphosis, Trelawney asked us to predict the stargazing fortunes for next month, and Snape forced us to research an antidote. He even hinted that he was going to poison us! Professor Binns always has a lot of homework. The goblin rebellion... Who cares about what happened hundreds of years ago? And Professor Flitwick, he prepared three reference books for the Swarm Curse, and even Hagrid suggested that we observe the blasting-tailed skrewts every other day. Did you hear that? He actually asked us to observe something with fire on its butt, and his tone was like talking to a group of obedient dogs..."

"Think about it, as long as you become a warrior, you can get rid of all this." He raised his head and said with a look of longing.

Hermione and Harry ignored him. Anyway, he just needed to complain about himself for a while. Hermione took out a booklet and muttered to herself, while Harry held a two-way mirror and made a parent-child phone call with Sirius.

"I'm fine... The scar doesn't hurt anymore, maybe it's psychological... Well, the other three schools are coming, I really hope you can see them... Hi, Kreacher, what? Uh, of course, the locket goes well with your bald head... Happy Halloween in advance..."

Sirius's irritable voice came from the other side of the mirror: "Damn it, Felix didn't even let me use the fireplace in his office! No one is as ruthless as him!"

In the evening, Neville brought back a new news that people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming.

...

The delegations of the two schools arrived on the same day, as if they had made an appointment, less than an hour apart.

With the experience of welcoming Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hogwarts seemed to be at ease from top to bottom, and even Filch's eyes were not so bulging, maybe because no little wizard made the same low-level mistake again.

The weather at the end of October had turned cold, and the students gathered on the steps outside the entrance hall and waited for twenty minutes. The Beauxbatons delegation finally flew towards them in a huge powder blue carriage. The carriage was as big as a house, and twelve silver-maned horses with wings pulled it into the air.

The students looked up and exclaimed. With a loud bang that made people's teeth ache, the carriage landed with a thud. "Cool! Hard landing!" Seamus said, until Madame Maxime stepped out of the carriage and walked up the golden steps to the crowd, he took a breath.

"My God, she is so tall!"

Dumbledore and the professors led the applause, and then Dumbledore kissed the back of Madame Maxime's hand. After some greetings-"Is Karkaroff not here yet?" Madame Maxime asked.

"He is a little later than expected." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Maxime snorted and muttered something under his breath. The professors standing in front and the students nearby heard clearly that she said "pretending."

"Would you like to wait here to greet him, or would you like to go in and warm up first?" Dumbledore asked as if he had not heard it.

"I'll go in and warm up first," she said, bowing slightly. "My horses are very fierce - they need strong people to take care of them, and they only drink single malt whiskey."

"Don't worry, our Care of Magical Creatures professor will take good care of him," said Dumbledore.

Madame Maxime smiled gracefully and nodded to the professors. When she saw Felix, her smile became more sincere. Then she said majestically to the students of Beauxbatons: "Follow me in."

The students of Hogwarts made way for her and watched her lead twelve or thirteen students along the steps into the castle, talking behind them. These students of Beauxbatons were all wearing exquisite blue silk school uniforms, and a few particularly slender girls even wrapped their heads.

Dumbledore turned his head and whispered: "Felix..."

"Leave it to me." Felix said, he looked at the carriage, his eyes covered with a layer of silver-white light, and the group of horses as big as elephants stared with fiery red eyes and suddenly stopped moving. A moment later, they all raised their hooves the size of dinner plates and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

"Oh, and there's single malt whiskey," Dumbledore said. He raised his hand and pulled out a note from the thin air. The note fluttered and stuck to the head of the silver-maned horse in the lead.

The note was blown upside down by the wind, making a rustling sound, which looked particularly strange. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and her expression gradually became stern.

"Ah~ It's a bit boring to wait," Dumbledore said, "Felix, does your "Future World" company have any new products? I saw in the newspaper that you recently signed a contract with the Weird Sisters..." "

That's for the magic phonograph, and they will cooperate in pouring the first batch of records. I suggest that Remus make the product as small as possible, and it would be best if it can project magical images. But I encountered a few small problems, and I urgently need some valuable suggestions."

The two discussed, and the bored professors and students on the side pricked up their ears to listen, and later the professors also participated, and time passed little by little.

Another half an hour later, even the students in cloaks could no longer bear it and shivered in the cold wind.

"How long do we have to wait?"

Draco Malfoy said dissatisfiedly. He quietly pulled out his wand, chanted the expansion spell on a beetle on the ground, and then kicked the beetle as big as a mouse away. After a while, screams came from not far away.

He grinned and suddenly stared at the Black Lake in the distance, where a whirlpool appeared.

At this time, Lee Jordan shouted, "Look at that lake!"

Draco made a "huh" sound and squinted his eyes to observe carefully. The originally calm Black Lake was in the middle of a huge splash, like a boiling crucible, and then a huge mast rose from the whirlpool.

It was a strange-looking ship, like a shipwreck that had been soaked in the sea for hundreds of years and was finally salvaged one day - the hull was full of holes for air leakage, and the portholes emitted a hazy phosphorescent light. When the boat docked at the shore, a row of people wearing heavy fur cloaks came out. Only the man in the lead was wearing a special silver-white fur.

He had a curled goatee, and the whole person was tall and thin, with thin cheeks, deep eye sockets, protruding cheekbones, and a little drooping eyebrows, giving people a deep feeling of scheming.

"Dumbledore!" The man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the ramp, "My dear old friend, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied.

He led everyone to the Great Hall, and the house elves in the kitchen had prepared a sumptuous dinner.

The dinner gathered four schools. When he heard that the people from Ugadu were still wandering in some deep mountain, Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff immediately snorted in dissatisfaction.

"They are really good at showing off! They made everyone wait for them! You know, Krum had a cold before he left. I told him to hold on, because he would have to wait for a long time to get used to it..."

"They will arrive before Halloween at the latest." Dumbledore said gently: "If your students are unwell, Professor Karkaroff and the Hogwarts Hospital can help. Madam Pomfrey is very professional."

...

At night, the deep blue sky full of stars was covered by dark clouds, and the moon was also covered by thick clouds. A bright flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, thunder rumbled, and cold rain fell.

In the Ancient Rune Office, Felix, wearing a woolen cloak, and sniffing Valen were curled up on the sofa to watch a movie. Sniffing stared at the projected picture intently, and when he saw the exciting part, he didn't even notice that Felix quietly took the gold galleons from his hand.

After watching the movie, Sniff climbed into his cradle and lay comfortably on the velvet.

"Good night."

"Chirp!"

At the same time, a few mountains away, a group of figures stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the towering Hogwarts Castle.

"Come on! This storm is nothing, we have to arrive before dawn."

A high-pitched voice said. He suddenly jumped down from the top of the mountain, flapping his wings and turning into a tall bird, his iron-blue wings sweeping across the steep rock walls, circling in the valley.

"Oh!"

Another figure rolled over and turned into a nimble leopard. In a few ups and downs, it ran hundreds of feet away.

Then, with its long trunk raised high, the African elephant with broad ears and silver-white tusks walked down the dark brown steep slope with agile steps. The sharp stone ground seemed like flat ground to it.

"The little guys are all very energetic. It seems that the effect of the experience is very obvious." An old and decayed voice sounded, and the thin witch sat on the flying carpet, grinning and said with a smile.