HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 310 Introduction

There is no strange conspiracy behind this, and the culprit is extremely arrogant.

Alison leaned lazily against the wall, her tone cold.

"I don't know why the previous contestants didn't find the bug... but now, the Goblet of Fire has already selected and contracted the warriors, and has gone out. We have to wait another five years before we can select the warriors again. The current contestants cannot withdraw midway and must finish the competition obediently - the adults can only suffer this loss and make do with this unchangeable session~"

Furong gritted her teeth in dismay, but finally couldn't help glaring at the complacent Alison, then turned her head away unwillingly and stopped looking at her.

Furong shut herself off.

Let’s just treat the Triwizard Tournament as a game. The important thing is to improve more in the “God-given Land” this year.

She felt that she might be the first, or even the only, warrior since the Triwizard Tournament who had completely lost his fighting spirit before the competition even started.

How bad...

This was clearly the opportunity she had dreamed of and waited for for a long, long time. For many weeks, she had hoped that she would be chosen, bring honor to Beauxbatons, and receive a prize of one thousand Galleons...

Madame Maxime's huge hand, covered with opal rings and bracelets, rested silently and comfortingly on Fleur's shoulders.

There was no other way. Alison's identity, the loopholes in the competition registration, the constraints of the magic contract, and the interests of Beauxbatons...

There were too many of them, and Furong had to swallow the loss.

I just hope that considering the fact that Fleur suffered a loss and is weak - at least in front of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, no one dares to say that they are strong - when those two old wizards perform the demonstration competition, the organizers can give Fleur some leniency.

I don't ask for any ranking, I just hope that she won't be in danger.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses weakly, his face speechless.

He looked at the group of wizards around him with different expressions and felt a splitting headache - especially when Alison knew she was wrong but refused to change her mind and was so arrogant that she almost made Furong mentally collapse, his stiffness and embarrassment reached its peak.

At this time, the old headmaster did not protect the young warriors who cut in line at Hogwarts as in the original book, nor did he quietly search for the undercover agents hidden inside Hogwarts.

No matter how powerful and great a wizard is, he can only feel guilty and short of breath about the behavior of his own naughty child.

The plot of the prophecy book "Goblet of Fire" is full of open and covert attacks, aimed at taking the life of the young wizard.

The current Goblet of Fire selection is blatant and aimed at causing social death.

Old student VS young daughter.

It’s hard to say which one is worse, but Dumbledore himself doesn’t want to encounter any bad things and just wants to live out his old age in peace.

The atmosphere was awkward and no one spoke. Bagman continued the conversation with a red face.

"Yes, the situation is basically as Miss Grindelwald said. There is no way to modify this session. We can only take precautions for the next session... We ask the warriors to come to this small room, mainly to provide pre-match guidance - Malfoy, this is your responsibility."

Bagman winked at Lucius.

Lucius nodded gracefully, understanding what he meant, and walked forward, standing in the middle of the room, trying to avoid the matter.

A pretentious voice like an aria sounded.

"The first event will be held on November 11th. Warriors must compete in front of other students and the judging panel. And before completing the competition, they are not allowed to ask for or accept any help from their teachers. After each event is completed, they will know the information about the next level."

"Because the competition is very demanding and lasts for a whole school year, we have previously agreed with the Ministry of Magic of each country and the schools that the warriors do not need to take the annual exams..."

When the elder Malfoy said this, he glanced at Dumbledore and Grindelwald awkwardly. Then again, these two overdue students shouldn't need to take the annual exams, right? Maybe Professor Grindelwald would balance teaching and competitions, or even take time out during class to compete.

As for Delacour, he wasn't very clear about the situation at Beauxbatons...

But Miss Grindelwald probably doesn't care about the annual exams.

The weak voice passed over this part quickly and low, and soon began to explain the other parts.

"In a few days, before the official competition begins, a wand inspection will be arranged. Mr. Ollivander, the wand-making master of the British wizarding world, will check your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the competition. In addition, there may be interviews and photo-taking sessions with the Daily Prophet."

"However, I cannot reveal the details of the first event. This is also part of the competition, in order to test the courage of the warriors. The courage to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard..."

Dumbledore listened in silence.

Although he roughly knew all of this, it felt strange to listen to it again now as one of the warriors.

Grindelwald moved silently to Alison's side, leaning lazily against the wall, listening casually with a smile on his face.

This kind of talk to scare a child certainly cannot scare Grindelwald. Does his courage still need to be tested?

Whether it was the old devil's past experience of stirring up trouble all over the world, or the Grindelwald family's own prophetic ability, he had little interest in this kind of mysterious competition.

What he is most concerned about now is the naughty kid next to him who signed up for him and ordered the old devil to be forced to compete and become socially dead.

The little red-haired wizard had a bad feeling and quietly moved away from his father as far as possible.

Grindelwald put his hand on Alison's shoulder, calmly grabbed her collar from behind, pulled her back, and whispered teasingly in a cold tone.

"Don't hide. You know we haven't settled the score yet."

Alison pretended to be pitiful and looked up at him pitifully, trying to turn the tables: "...I just delayed you for three days to participate in a competition. The whole school will be on vacation anyway - you haven't played with me for a long time."

Grindelwald remained unmoved, and just pinched Alison's cheek with a half-smile.

"Thank you for your hard work." He rubbed Alison's head hard, turning her long, smooth red hair into a mess, and said in a sarcastic tone, "It's really amazing that you can trick me and Al into becoming warriors in the Triwizard Tournament. You must have thought about it for a long time, right?"

The poor kid’s resistance was futile, and his father held him down while he gave his hair a “treatment”.

Everyone present tacitly ignored the fact that the naughty kid who caused the current embarrassing situation was being punished.