From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Is this the confidentiality contract?"

William looked at the parchment in front of him and carefully examined the contents.

Every magical contract must be signed with caution and caution - this is the lesson he summed up from the stories he heard in Azkaban.

Those stories are not fairy tales for wizard families to coax their children, but real cases with blood or tears. The person who made the contract and the signer are the real prisoners in Azkaban - in this case, he naturally It is impossible to take the magical parchment lightly.

"These contracts..."

William looked at Professor McGonagall, shook his head, and said with a look of disbelief, "It's easy to bypass it. If I want...Professor, I can even help our warriors find out all the information about the opponent. I have never seen it before. Such a... simple contract."

Although the Triwizard Tournament has been suspended for a long time, the previous consecutive holdings have given it quite strict regulations, which also makes William look forward to this confidentiality contract - not to mention making people faint, at least there should be no loopholes. Drill?

"It's normal, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall placed a stack of documents next to her, "You have to know, Professor, cheating is the official tradition of the Triwizard Tournament. This contract just makes the game look fair."

"Okay, collective cheating..."

William shook his head, "It's also a way to solve cheating."

He had carefully checked that there were no patterns, entrapments or anything else, so he happily signed the contract that had been checked by the other two schools.

After completing all this, he obtained the right to read the relevant documents of the competition in exchange for his promise not to disclose the content of the competition to students either explicitly or implicitly - in short, it was a more restrictive confidential document.

"Well...the first is the choice of the warrior."

William sat at the table and looked at the complicated selection process.

The remaining two schools will complete the preliminary selection of personnel at home, and as the host Hogwarts, all members can register - the selection method is to use the special selection device left by the ancestors, the Goblet of Fire.

‘Hasn’t everyone considered the two possibilities of scrapping and damage...’

William shook his head. The hourglass, the Sorting Hat, and even the ceiling of the Great Hall of Hogwarts were all ancient buildings left over from the time of the four founders.

It is said that there is an old object like the Book of Access - but William has not seen that book yet.

A series of antiques have been working intact for thousands of years, and all descendants have done is repair and repair things on the castle. Miraculously, after so many years, many things have not been destroyed over the years. Small accident…

He shook his head and looked behind him.

[The first level is expected to be - fight the dragon and steal the golden egg from the dragon's nest...the specific process...]

'hiss. ’

William took a breath of air and then calmed down - it's just a dragon, isn't there a poaching dragon in the next door next door to them... It's a bit powerful, but not too outrageous.

Thinking of this, William suddenly felt less scary.

If a school chooses the right students, how can it not be as good as a dragon hunter?

That's impossible, so, it's appropriate.

It is also very ornamental, and the protection work is not that difficult - make the venue bigger, and once the dragon tries to rush in, just knock it down with magic, and it won't be a big problem.

Besides, there will definitely be professional breeders coming, so there won’t be much of a problem.

So, he signed his name in the series of spaces reserved for signatures after the signatures of the Ministry of Magic staff, indicating that the project was approved on his side.

Then comes the next item.

[Second Level Design - Solve the secrets contained in the golden eggs within a time limit and rescue the kidnapped hostages from the fishmen...specific process...]

'Um…'

He looked at the long list of words and always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking carefully for a long time, he finally knew something was wrong.

"Professor, are the murlocs living at the bottom of the Black Lake?"

"The fish man—oh, yes, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall on the side was stunned for a moment, and then replied.

"Then, do we have any magic that can be broadcasted - I mean, is there any magic that can show the picture to the students watching?"

"Albus should, but..."

Professor McGonagall shook her head.

William understood at once. The principal might be in control, but for such a big competition, Dumbledore was asked to work as a projectionist?

Are you kidding me, in the joint competition between the three schools, if anyone puts forward this idea, Dumbledore doesn't need to take action. The shouting letters flying from all over the UK will drown that guy who doesn't know the importance of it.

"So, what do we let the audience watch, Professor..."

William spread his hands and said, "I checked the game time. It was already very cold at that time. According to the settings, they had to stay underwater for an hour to rescue the hostages."

"The traps and blockers on the road are very good. The Ministry of Magic even made a plan to release aquatic magical creatures. This is great and very challenging."

"But the audience can't see it..."

"Our own students are okay. According to the rules of the selection competition-the students from the other two schools who failed to be selected will definitely come to the scene to cheer for their own warriors, but what do we let them see?"

The cold wind was blowing and the lake was frozen. The three warriors went down to the lake. The surface of the lake was calm and there were waves under the lake. It sounded very artistic and made people want to challenge themselves. But in fact, it was just a combination of three schools. The unlucky guy was thrown out to see the lake...

Fishing also requires a fishing rod, right?

A group of people sat around in the stands for an hour, freezing in the cold wind - everyone was freezing, right?

He told me that it would be better to hold a fishing competition and give out scores according to the size of the fish. The person who catches the brave fish will directly get 150 points and end the game. In this way, the fun of watching the game will be much improved...

Or, make a bonfire or something, and then get something that can be grilled, and eat while waiting for the warriors to come up. They come up and fill their bellies while waiting for their scores, so that the audience has something to do...

But I can only complain about this - it's okay to talk to Dumbledore, but if he dares to tell Professor McGonagall, he himself is not sure what will happen next...

"It is indeed a problem."

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment.

If the audience is really allowed to freeze in the cold wind for an hour, the atmosphere on the scene will be too scary... The warriors cannot be better than the warriors. The audience should play wizard chess or read a book. What else are you reading when you are a child... You have lost your attention early. I know where I flew to...

"Then, the third item..."

Professor McGonagall quickly started planning the third project.

[Project Three: Maze - Build a maze on the Quidditch pitch, and then put in a large number of magical creatures. Then three warriors will enter one after another according to their scores, and the entry time will be adjusted appropriately based on the scores... The general arrangement is as follows...]

"There is no doubt that the third item is still invisible, and we have no way of knowing what is happening in the maze."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, thinking of the last assessment conducted by William and the others - because of the design of the maze, the highlight of the entire assessment was that the trolls would knock the candidates participating in the exam into the sky or they would be trapped by senior children with traps. The traces that came down were picked up.

But that time it was because the competition between the participating students was short and the variety of tricks was interesting. What about the current competition...

You have to go all the way to the end of the dark maze to get the trophy. The outside world can't even see it, and can't even hear the sound. As for the fun, let alone the fun - we can't throw out the warriors for everyone to see...

"Looks like it needs to be redesigned..."

William saw Professor McGonagall being silent, and then began to kill his own brain cells in order to find some supply solution.

But Professor McGonagall thought for a while, then asked him to wait a moment, and then left the office with a little confusion.

'It's really an interesting project - except that it's not ornamental, the rest is very good...'

'If I want to modify it, it can only be the icing on the cake. The linked puzzle of the golden egg and the time-based entry of the scores are very stuck. Only the traps and filled magical creatures can do more. ’

'Well... the puzzle of the golden egg can also be more detailed. There is no logic in the discovery that it can only be opened in water. It would be better to add some questions to the answer. To be honest, you can use questions for them. A little hint, but the problem should be hidden a little bit. ’

'Everyone has to cheat to get the level anyway, so why not slightly adjust the content they want to get through cheating...'

‘…’

Just when William was thinking about how to better show that all warriors are well-rounded, possessing extraordinary courage, amazing wisdom, and sufficient strength, Professor McGonagall returned.

Different from the uncertainty when he left, Professor McGonagall looked relaxed at this moment. Just like a person who works overtime every day, he relaxed when he learned that his neighborhood was included in the demolition scope.

"Design boldly, Professor William, the problem is solved."

She glanced at the little addition that William subconsciously wrote, and her tone became more confident.

"Have you contacted the Ministry of Magic and are ready to change the subsequent schedule? We found a way to show it from some magic books?"

He was a little unsure.

"Albus said he would figure it out before the game."

Professor McGonagall looked relieved, which made William feel a chill down his back.

Here comes the problem. It is known that there is no solution in Hogwarts, and Dumbledore only might have one. So what is the so-called solution?

There is no doubt that Dumbledore still has to do it himself to develop relevant new magic.

Just like last time they couldn't deal with the Parseltongue locked chamber and Dumbledore personally researched it...

'Principal, if you are threatened, just blink...'

William couldn't help but shook his head slightly and started to work - after all, after learning that Dumbledore needed to work a long shift, he became happy.

——

"Finally, it's dawn."

The people hiding in the woods finally ushered in dawn.

It seemed as if all the riots last night had faded away with dawn, but the attentive professors obviously didn't think so - although darkness makes it easier to escape, it may also hinder escape due to terrain problems.

Tianming could at least detect something amiss from a distance, and by the way, he could send someone to observe the situation.

Although everyone hiding in the woods was cold and hungry that night, after all, with the Hogwarts professors there, they barely slept peacefully, and their overall mental state was relatively good.

"Let's go. The other party can't wreak havoc all night. We are theoretically safe now."

The professors discussed it and decided to send someone to explore the way, and the parents who were strong and the professors who were barely able to fight would form a team and leave.

But it didn't take long for the exploration team to come back in a panic. Although Professor Taylor, who was in charge of leading the team, tried hard to suppress the uneasiness on his face, people could notice something was wrong with him if they looked a little closer.

"Ruined."

After calming down a little, he said to several colleagues.

"What's wrong, so uneasy?"

Adams asked as he fiddled with some of the devil's net vines - he wanted to make sure there were some protective plants.

"Arresting people."

Another parent shook his head, "And the guy leading the team..."

He thought of some bad memories and his face turned pale.

"The leader is..."

"That's right, Lucius Malfoy."

Professor Taylor nodded.

Everyone took a breath of air - most people thought he was a Death Eater escaping punishment, and now, this escaped Death Eater actually led a team to arrest people!

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, the momentum is very fierce, and the attack is also a deadly blow..."

Professor Taylor shook his head - he observed carefully, the person over there had a sinister smell and did not look like a normal striker at all.

"Secretly divide the crowd, divide the Muggle-born wizards into a team, and let them quietly walk towards the border. We will take the rest of the wizards to attract attention..."

"Don't tell anyone else, let's secretly divide the group into groups. It's best to arrange some pure-blood Hufflepuff students and Gryffindors who are confirmed not to surrender to the enemy on the Muggle-born side."

The professors quickly discussed and began to prepare for the worst possibility.

——

"Is it too risky to mobilize the strikers stationed in Azkaban, Mr. Crouch?"

"Don't worry, after hearing that we have arranged for so many people to go, the Dementors will only do their duty more diligently - if it weren't for the procedures, I would have liked to send those guys directly to Azkaban."

Crouch didn't sleep all night, but he even looked a few years younger, as if he could stay up for another three days and three nights.

"By the way, where is the newspaper?"

"We notified the Daily Prophet last night, and reporters came last night. A thickened special issue will be released today!"

"very good."

Crouch nodded - he couldn't wait for today's Daily Prophet.

——

"The teams have been divided. Some people seem to have suspicions, but they didn't say anything."

"Don't worry, we will lead the teams separately. If necessary, we will be directly exposed to delay you..."

Another professor whispered, "Although I feel sorry for them, mixed blood can at least guarantee safety..."

"Um."

Everyone nodded - there was no other way.

Just as they were preparing to set off, an owl passed by the woods.

"It's the owl from the Daily Prophet."

Everyone quickly recognized this, and then Professor Taylor took the risk to cut off other people's newspapers - the prepared bait provided by Adams made a very outstanding contribution.

While the owl was feasting, the professors nervously unfolded the newspaper and looked at it with dismay.

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