Chapter 486 The Time Before the Final Game

"What? The snake wood was burned?"

"Are you kidding me? That thing has been tested with all kinds of magic. Except for the most dangerous fire, there is no magic that can harm the snake wood..."

The headmaster of Ilvermorny walked around the tent uneasily, his face full of anxiety.

The oldest thing in the school is the snake tree, which was left by the founder to show the legitimacy of Ilvermorny...

"Suppress it, suppress the news - at least suppress the news to me before the start of the third game. If the news about the fire in Snakewood spreads, then what rumors may spread next..."

"Use transfiguration to forge a fake snake tree, and then claim that we decided to build a giant greenhouse to better protect it."

"We tried every means to delay the news. The Triwizard Tournament must end successfully. We cannot let the scandal of the snakewood fire spread before the game is over."

"Carry out all investigations secretly and don't attract the attention of those newspapers." He turned his head firmly and looked at Professor Gilbert at home. "You go back and suppress the matter completely. The news of the snakewood fire must be postponed until The Triwizard Tournament is over, and we can’t spread it here until we confirm our participation in the next tournament.”

They came all the way to compete not to be someone's favor, but to join the list of the Triwizard Tournament Club. The rankings could be slowed down, but the quota would never be let go.

Once the news of the fire in Snakewood spreads, at least they will be ripped off by the three companies, or at worst, they will lose their tickets completely. Such a price is unacceptable to Ilvermorny. They must hide it, and they can only hide it.

"Okay, I will personally interview the children and professors who are staying in school, and then forge new snakewood and build a new greenhouse..."

Gilbert bowed to the old principal and left in a hurry.

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"Horcrux..."

William was sitting in his office, staring at the book Dumbledore had given him.

Even if it is as evil as this book, there is no description of multiple Horcruxes - according to Sirius, the locket obtained from their house elf Kreacher is undoubtedly a Horcrux. Bledo's approval.

'Harry is also a Horcrux, and the locket is also a Horcrux, but why was the Dark Lord resurrected in Harry but not in Sirius's Horcrux? ’

"Is it because Harry was the last Horcrux created?"

"Is it because the Horcrux on Harry was not perfectly made?"

He patiently read every word in the book, but still couldn't find the answer - making Horcruxes is almost the most evil spell. Who would a normal wizard think about making multiple Horcruxes?

'In addition, the crown from Ravenclaw may have been made into a Horcrux, otherwise Dumbledore would not have been studying it for so long, let alone think of the Horcrux...'

He sighed and decided to put the problem behind him for the time being and think about it later when Dumbledore went to find the Horcruxes - obviously, the Horcruxes discovered by Sirius were not the same as the Horcruxes discovered by Dumbledore. This means that the Dark Lord has one more Horcrux...

‘Isn’t he afraid of splitting his soul and killing himself? ’

William complained at the end and focused on the thick stack of papers in front of him - it is useless to speculate on the Dark Lord's affairs before there are enough clues. Now he has to worry about the exams of the fifth grade students. Scored.

This method of diverting attention was extremely effective. After less than ten minutes, he angrily took out another piece of parchment and wrote the names of the selected papers on it.

'good, very good…'

William looked at the names and showed a cruel smile.

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"The students whose names were called below come forward..."

"There was an accident in the Gryffindor common room at Easter, but what I want to know is why so many of you had most of your papers burned..."

"If I remember correctly, the day I put out the fire, the flames seemed to have only affected a few dormitories. Why did the other people's papers go over there and be burned together?"

"Were they borrowed by fourth-year students? Or were they used by students in other dormitories for reference?"

There was silence in the classroom at this time, and Hufflepuff, who was in the class together, couldn't help but look at the Gryffindors with admiration - Did the flames roast your brains, and you actually tried to do such a little trick with the professor?

"Don't forget, there are still a few days left for the OWLs exam!"

William turned over his hand and tapped the table with his curled fingers, "I don't want you to have even the slightest chance, so the students who burned their papers today, including those who really caught fire, will make up for the papers when they go back." , and publish another paper based on the knowledge points related to that paper..."

"Um?"

The students below were stunned - what does it mean to issue another paper?

"The rest of the content is not allowed to account for more than twenty points, and offensive language is not allowed. Your papers will be used as test papers for Slytherin students in the next class, and the scores of each paper will be counted..."

"If their score is too high, you clean the toilet. If their score is too low, they clean the toilet..."

"This matter has been settled. Hand in your papers before class next week, and I will hand in the papers of the other students, including Gryffindor's. If the scores are not enough, I will add homework."

"Okay, let's start class."

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"Harry, you're back."

When Ron saw Harry, he hugged his good brother with a happy face, "I can't believe that Dumbledore actually gave you a temporary holiday even though your injury has not healed yet."

"Um."

Harry nodded and tried to look happy - he had just come back from Sirius' office and was not in a good mood.

Sirius's condition can only be said to have improved, but he is still sad. Although he tried to be happy during the time he spent with Harry, Harry could see that Sirius was just pretending to prevent him from being so happy. Worry.

Harry had never met Sirius's brother, the man named Regulus, but he could tell Sirius was feeling sorry for him.

'He probably doesn't have a good relationship with his brother... He's not even used to calling him brother...'

Harry couldn't imagine what kind of relationship that was. Technically, he and Dudley were brothers, but they never called each other brother - probably the same was true for Sirius, which led him to call him Regulus now. He is too unfamiliar, but he is not used to calling him brother, so he can only use a child who is slightly closer but not as difficult to say as brother.

Sirius looked very happy while he was recovering from his injuries, but when he was leaving, Sirius had an expression of reluctance but didn't know how to speak - unfortunately, he couldn't, although Harry had written to Dumbledore in advance. We discussed whether we could stay a few more days, but Dumbledore refused...

"Harry? Harry?"

Ron shook his arms in front of him, and Harry came back to his senses - but he couldn't tell Ron about his discomfort, it would be too disrespectful to Sirius... let alone some things he and Dumbledore had promised not to tell anyone.

"What's wrong?"

"Transfiguration work, Harry, please!"

Ron pushed the textbook over - Professor McGonagall had recently begun to teach them some practical knowledge of Transfiguration that could be used to escape and put out fires due to the fire in the common room. Although it was fun to learn, it made the homework more difficult. few.

"Hmm...I have to look at the textbook. Where's your notebook, Ron?"

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As time passed, the aftermath of the Gryffindor common room fire began to dissipate.

The fifth-grade children began to cry and scream, and the professors began to be cruel one by one. Not to mention the always cruel Professor William, the other professors also began to stuff random things into their homework. .

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

After the Transfiguration course, when the students hurriedly put down their textbooks and homework and headed to the History of Magic classroom, Professor Binns appeared in the classroom with a posture that had not changed for who knows how many years.

but…

When the students had relaxed expressions on their faces and were preparing to catch up on their sleep in this class, Professor Binns said something they had never heard before.

"Well...it's not good to change the content of the course without authorization, but this year is indeed special...after all, there is the Triwizard Tournament this year."

"When I occasionally passed by the staff lounge, I heard professors say that the performance of this year's students seemed to have been greatly affected by the competition..."

This sentence is extremely familiar to the students' ears - every professor has been talking about similar topics during this period, and then uses OWLs as an excuse to teach them a lesson with class content and homework, or give them a beating...

It's unfortunate - this class of students all have a pretty good talent for predicting their own misfortune.

"I tried to make a test paper during my spare time when compiling school history. It was a copy of the OWLs exams in recent years... maybe in the past ten years?"

"Because this is my first time doing this kind of thing..." Professor Binns, who has always been very confident in the content of his courses and does not allow anyone to question, even hesitated, "So, the difficulty of the paper may not be well controlled... but I am still prepared. I’ve got some review notes for you to copy, I hope it will help your grades.”

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"That's it, that's it! You don't understand the horror of fifth grade at all. Even Professor Binns started trying every means to get us notes! Do you know how broken we were when we copied those review notes from the blackboard?"

In the common room, the fifth graders who had finally finished the paper took the time to complain to the fourth graders around them. Without waiting for a response, they breathed a sigh of relief and buried their heads in another paper, starting a new round. review.

The fourth grader, whose dormitory was not repaired yet, could only sigh and put away the bad thoughts in his heart.

'If we tell anyone about the treatment of that guy Potter, the fifth grade students might go crazy...'

But in the end, he said nothing, silently completed his homework, and once again envied Harry Potter in his heart.

There was no other way. As the final time of the Triwizard Tournament drew closer, the professors began to help Harry in various small ways.

The first is the head of Gryffindor, the always strict Professor McGonagall - she directly gave Harry the treatment he received when the team was approaching the finals in the past, exempted him from all classwork, and from time to time completed normal tasks in class. During the training period after teaching, I will talk about some extended magic that can make most students present confused...

There are so many students present, only Granger, Potter and a few children with quite good talents in this class who can understand what the professor said after thinking hard...

Professor Flitwick was not much less eccentric. Although he did not exempt Potter from homework, he would also teach students some spells that most people could not understand during training...

The other professors followed suit and provided all kinds of extracurricular spells for Potter. This was the most irritating thing. It was obvious that the professors had taught everyone, and they were not even forced to complete the exercises before they could listen, but most of them Some people just don’t understand…

But none of this is outrageous enough…

The most outrageous one is Professor Snape.

He even only mocked Gryffindor twice in one lesson, and once it was not Harry but Neville!

Even the points deducted were less than half - this made every Gryffindor who heard the exact news skeptical, but it was indeed the real thing!

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"Good afternoon, Potter, what are you training for today?"

The foursome were already very used to carrying out targeted training according to the projects proposed by Harry.

Although no one was willing to admit it at first, Harry often asked the most pointed questions, and he was able to come up with solutions to most problems.

This is outrageous, but everyone is used to it.

Moreover, now is not the time to think about those details - Harry is not the only one who receives special treatment. Everyone has received various different preferential treatments in their own grade. Fortunately, most of them are Quidditch players. The players on the team can barely adapt.

Such preferential treatment did not come out of thin air, and everyone present had no intention of living up to the expectations of professors and classmates.

Now, they are just one step away from victory. Each of them is under tremendous pressure, and their daily training time is lengthening.

Harry didn't even have much time left for dating. The four of them spent every day except for classes in an empty classroom. This classroom was not even occupied by professors or students, and they were consciously surrounded by people from other schools passing by. Keep an eye on them with your eyes wide open to prevent anyone from causing damage.

The days passed by little by little in such boring training, and then stopped.

"There is only a short time left in the game - next we have to compete in the final competition, the maze!!!"

One month before the game, the training was suddenly interrupted. All the warriors were called over and then notified of the news.

This time, the game is really coming.

ps: I changed my laptop, but the frequently used thesaurus doesn’t seem to follow the account... There were a lot of typos today...