Chapter 32 The Legendary Triwild Tournament

For students, the most painful thing in life is that the long summer vacation ends suddenly after opening and closing their eyes.

When it was time for breakfast the next day, when Clark woke up, he was acutely aware that the entire Wesley house was enveloped in a dull atmosphere of the end of the holidays.

Outside, the heavy rain was still pounding on the windows, Clark put on his clothes, and went downstairs to have breakfast with Hermione and the others.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Mr. Weasley had received an urgent message from the Ministry of Magic, and was communicating with Mr. Diggory, whose head was in flames.

Flames flew around him, licking at his ears, but he was unhindered.

"...the Muggles who lived around heard the banging and shouting, and they went and called - what do you call them - Kinza. Arthur, you must go - "

Mr. Weasley took down the information that Mr. Diggory had given him, then pocketed the parchment, turned and rushed out of the kitchen again.

Clark could hear Mr. Weasley shouting a hasty farewell to Bill, Charlie, Percy and the two girls.

Five minutes later, he was back in the kitchen, running a comb through his hair, his robes turned straight.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I have to go to the Ministry, and I can't see you off - I wish you all the best this term, boys."

Mr. Weasley, speaking to Clark, Hermione, Ron, and a pair of twins, draped a waterproof cloak over his shoulders and prepared to Apparate.

"Molly, are you all right to take the children to King's Cross?"

Before Mrs. Weissley could speak, Clark replied, "Of course, no problem. I've already arranged for a car to pick us up at the train station."

"Yes, don't worry, we'll be fine." Mrs. Wesley helped her husband straighten his turned-up neckline, then kissed him on the cheek, and watched Mr. Wesley disappear with a "poof". up.

"Hey, isn't dad resting today?"

No sooner had Mr. Wesley left than Bill, Charlie, and Percy came down the stairs together.

As the professor of raising dragons at Hogwarts, Charlie will take the train to school with Clark and the others today.

Percy apologized repeatedly, saying he was too busy to get away.

"I have no reason to ask for leave at this time," he told them. "I have just become a full-time employee, and I have become Mr. Crouch's assistant again. He has begun to count on me for many things."

After breakfast, everyone packed their luggage, packed it into Clark's suitcase, and then boarded the van arranged by him empty-handed.

By the time they got off the train at King's Cross, the rain had picked up and was pouring down on them.

Fortunately, there were umbrellas in the car, which saved them from being drowned when they walked into the station.

Platform 9 3/4 to board the Hogwarts Express is inside King's Cross Station, just go straight through the seemingly solid wall that separates platforms 9 and 10.

The only thing you need to be careful of is to make it invisible, so as not to attract the attention of Muggles.

After passing through the wall, the crimson Hogwarts Express train had stopped there, emitting billowing smoke.

Looking through the thick smoke, the platform was crowded with Hogwarts students and their parents, vaguely like ghosts.

Clark and the others started looking for seats, and soon found two adjacent empty compartments on the train.

Then, they leaned out of the window and said goodbye to Mrs. Wesley and Bill.

"Ah, I wish I could go back to Hogwarts this year." Bill put his hands in his pockets and looked at the train with a melancholy expression.

"Why?" Fred asked eagerly.

"You'll know," said Charlie from the sidelines, "and don't tell Percy that I mentioned it... you know, it's 'Top Secret and won't be released until the Ministry of Magic sees fit.

"

"Why?" George asked impatiently about the behavior of the two older brothers Riddler.

"You're going to have a really fun year," Bill said, with a twinkle in his eye, "and I might take time off to watch some of the..."

"Part of what?" Ron asked.

But at this moment, the conductor's whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley asked them to sit back in their seats.

As the train started slowly, the pistons of the engine hissed loudly.

They waved goodbye, and gradually, the platform turned into a matchbox and disappeared into the distant horizon.

Everyone sat down again, and the dense raindrops crackled on the glass windows, making it difficult for them to see the scenery outside.

"Bagman would rather tell us what's going on at Hogwarts."

Although there wasn't much room in the cubicle, Ron squeezed in beside Harry and sat down.

"Remember, at the World Cup? But my own mother wouldn't tell. I don't know—"

"Hush!"

Hermione whispered suddenly, putting a finger to her lips and pointing down the aisle.

Harry and Ron listened carefully, and a familiar voice wafted in through the open door.

"...you know, my father really thought about sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts.

He knew the principal of that school. Well, you know what he thinks of Dumbledore - he likes Mudbloods too much - and Durmstrang won't let the scumbags go to school. "

Hermione stood up, tiptoed to the compartment door, and was about to close the door, but unexpectedly, Malfoy walked to the door just at this time and met her face to face.

"Look who this is? The famous Miss Know-it-All, a mud-"

Hermione turned slightly to reveal Clark sitting behind her, and Malfoy was like a cock with its throat strangled, and he swallowed the rest of the words in an instant.

As for Crabbe and Goyle standing behind him, although the two looked tall and burly with a ferocious look, they didn't dare to breathe under Clark's gaze.

"Draco, we don't seem to have invited you in." Clark said coldly.

Malfoy took a few steps back in a hurry, and waved his hands, "I'm just passing by, I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!"

With that said, he gestured to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three disappeared together.

Hermione closed the door of the compartment casually, and then sneered, "With his cowardly appearance, he still thinks Durmstrang is more suitable for him?"

"Is Durmstrang a wizarding school too?" Harry asked now.

"Yes," said Hermione, with a contemptuous snort, "it's got a terrible reputation. According to the European Evaluation of Magical Education, this school takes the Dark Arts very seriously."

"Ahem," Clark coughed, "Hermione, you can't say that."

He looked at Harry and the others and introduced.

"Durmstrang is one of the three major magic schools in Europe, as famous as Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

Founded by the outstanding Bulgarian witch Nerida Vulova, it is known for teaching black magic and dueling spells, and is the darkest of eleven magic schools in the world.

It is said that the original Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, who had a battle with Dumbledore, was a student of this school. "

"No wonder Malfoy wants to go there," said Harry, "I wish he'd gone to school there earlier so we wouldn't have to put up with him."

"Yeah, I think I've heard of this school too," said Ron Hanhu. "Where is it? Which country?"

"Well, no one would know, would they?" said Hermione, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh—why?" Harry asked.

"There is always fierce competition between the various magic schools, and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons obviously prefer to keep their school sites hidden, so as not to be discovered by their enemies."

Hermione answered solemnly.

"Come on," said Ron, laughing, "Durmstrang must be about the size of Hogwarts—how can you hide a big castle?"

"But Hogwarts is hidden." Hermione gave Ron a very surprised look, "Don't you know? Oh, anyone who has read "Hogwarts, a School History" should know .”

"Then it's just you," said Ron, "and you go on - how can you hide a big castle like Hogwarts?"

"It may be enchanted," said Hermione. "Muggles looked at it, and all they could see was a pile of dilapidated ruins, with a sign at the entrance saying DANGER, DO NOT ENTER, NOT SAFE."

"So, to an outsider, Durmstrang is also a pile of ruins?"

"Probably," said Hermione, shrugging, "or it's been cursed to repel Muggles, like the World Cup stadium. It can also be made unmarkable to keep foreign wizards from discovering it." painted--"

"And what does that mean?"

"Well, you can cast a spell on a building so that no one else can map it, understand?"

"Of course, the best way is that it doesn't exist in this world at all." Clark suddenly interjected at this moment.

"Yes, just like Fire Dragon Park, hiding the whole school in a secret place is also a good idea." Hermione agreed.

"Well... I think you'd better be more explicit," said Harry.

"Oh, in short, it is difficult to find various magic schools with conventional means." Hermione said a little impatiently.

"But I think Durmsrang is probably far to the north, a very cold place, because their school uniform includes fur cloaks."

"Durmstrang is a small island in the northwestern corner of Europe, in northern Scandinavia."

Clark spoke at this moment.

"It is the largest peninsula in Europe, with vast forests covered by ice and snow, boundless snowfields and glaciers, and polar night starry sky.

It is Peter Pan's Isle of Nothingness, Narnia behind the wardrobe, and a place that cannot be marked on the map. "

"Oh my God," Harry exclaimed, "are those fairy tales true?"

"No, of course it's fake!" Clark said, "But obviously, the author who wrote those two books should have strayed into the secret realm where Durmstrang was at the beginning, and after his memory was erased, he was still there. There are still some memory fragments of Mohu, and this is how these two books were created.”

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked confusedly.

Harry then told him the two fantastic fairy tales of "Peter Pan" and "The Chronicles of Narnia", while Hermione looked at Clark curiously.

"How do you know this, have you been to Durmstrang?"

Ron and Harry also looked at him curiously upon hearing this.

Clark nodded and couldn't help laughing, "During the summer vacation, I went there because of a special mission."

"Special mission?!" Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"Is it related to what Charlie and Bill said?" The two asked together.

Clark smiled and said nothing.

Ron and Harry didn't want to just let him go, and immediately surrounded him and verbally harassed him.

Hermione and Neville also joined in the fun, and in the end Clark was so annoyed by them that he could only raise his hand.

"Okay, okay, I say! I say!"

He looked at the curious crowd and said, "It's the Triwizard Tournament."

"You're kidding!" Two voices came from the door of the compartment, and then the big heads of George and Fred were revealed.

The two of them were about to come over to discuss with Clark about the toy and joke shop just now, when they happened to hear what Clark said.

"I'm not kidding," Clark said. "This is the result of my discussion with Principal Dumbledore during the holidays, going to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang with their principals."

"That would be awesome!"

The twin brothers almost jumped up with joy, while Ron asked from the side, "Triwizard Tournament? What is that?"

"I read it in the book "Evaluation of European Magic Education"!" Hermione explained excitedly, "The Triwizard Tournament was founded more than 700 years ago, organized by the three largest magic schools in Europe A kind of friendly competition."

"The three schools are Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Each school will select a warrior, and then compete in three magic events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it.

It was agreed that it was a great way of building friendships between young wizards from different countries. "

"Pfft!"

Hermione and the others turned their heads and saw Clark couldn't help laughing.

"Is there a problem?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing," Clark shook his head, "I just felt amused for those wizards back then, 'an excellent way to build friendship', hahaha!"

Hermione and the others looked at him suspiciously.

Clark wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and had to explain:

"At the beginning, these three wizards looked down on each other, almost out of their minds, how could they establish any friendship.

The reason why they held this Triwizard Tournament was that the European magic world felt a huge threat and had to unite together because of Mongolia's three Western Expeditions.

In this regard, they only dared to wait until the death of the ancestor Kublai Khan on February 18, 1294, and the entire Mongolian country went its own way before holding the competition. "