"Previously at the Ministry of Magic, I saw our Minister of Publicity and was also arranging for a few old reporters. It seemed that there was something important for them to prepare for interviews. I felt that what Mrs. Weasley said might be the same as that incident.

What's going on?" Hermione said.

Zhang Qiu smiled and said: "Listen to what they want, you will know everything when you get to Hogwarts."

Harry said: "It's just the Goblet of Fire."

Obviously, Harry was the only one who felt that the Goblet of Fire was "just...".

Even Zhang Qiu looked shocked when he heard the Goblet of Fire.

Hermione even said directly: "Harry, that's the Goblet of Fire competition! Can you not be so casual?"

Harry cooperated and gave a very shocked expression: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!"

"Holy crap! The Goblet of Fire is going to be held again! I'm so shocked! ⊙o⊙!"

Zhang Qiu: "..."

Hermione put her hand on her forehead and said feebly: "Forget it, Harry, you better stop cooperating with me in acting."

Astoria asked: "Sister Hermione, what is the Goblet of Fire?"

Miss Know-How likes people to ask her questions the most. She was about to say: "Goblet of Fire..."

"Beep." The conductor whistled.

The car door is closed.

The train engine starts.

The train started.

Hermione fell into Harry's arms, just like three years ago.

However, Harry was filled with emotions. Some places had really changed and would never come back.

Hermione stood up with a red face, glared at Harry warily, pulled Astoria to a bench on one side and sat down, and said: "Let me tell you slowly about the Goblet of Fire.

"

Harry and Zhang Qiu sat on the other side.

Dense heavy raindrops began to patter against the glass window, the scenery moved backward, and everything outside the window was blurred into one piece.

Hermione's clear and melodious voice sounded like she was telling a story...

"The Goblet of Fire, also known as the Triwizard Tournament, was founded about seven hundred years ago. It is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in the wizarding world. These three schools are the Huo

Gwarts, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Each school selects a warrior and then competes in three magical events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it."

Astoria said: "But why have I never heard of it? Sister, you seem to be surprised that the Triwizard Tournament is about to start."

Hermione said: "That's because too many people died after participating in this competition, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted for hundreds of years. Over the past few hundred years, the International Federation of Wizards has

I have tried to resume the Triwizard Tournament for several times, but I have never found a good time."

"It seems they think now is a good opportunity." Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Is the Triwizard Tournament great? I mean, compared with the Quidditch match we went to watch last week, which one is more popular?" Astoria asked.

Hermione said: "How can this be compared? Quidditch is like a World Cup game called football in the Muggle world, and the Triwizard Tournament is equivalent to the Olympic Games for Muggles. Which one do I like better personally?

If so, it should be the Triwizard Tournament, because it is more interesting and will last almost a year..."

As she spoke, Hermione's face changed and she said anxiously: "So, doesn't it mean I won't be able to study hard this year?"

"Hermione, this is a magic school, so don't learn physics and chemistry like a Muggle school..." Harry said.

As the train continued to travel north, the rain became heavier and fiercer, the sky was pitch black, lightning occasionally struck, and the windows were covered with water vapor, so the train also turned on white lights in broad daylight.

The wind was blowing fiercely, and the glass was shaking and rattling.

"There is a hint of coldness." Zhang Qiu was blown by a cold wind and shivered.

Harry used magic to conjure two large quilts, one for him and Cho Chang, and one for Hermione and Astoria.

Zhang Qiu leaned against the window, stretched out a white finger, and drew circles on the glass.

Suddenly her little hand froze, and then slid down weakly, leaving water stains on the glass.

Then she lowered her head, biting her lips, and her bright black hair covered her pretty white face.

Zhang Qiu clenched his hands tightly into fists and pressed them on the quilt with inconspicuous movements, trying to stop a pair of agile hands under the quilt.

Harry pressed his chin on Zhang Qiu's smooth hair and smelled the fragrant smell of shampoo. He smiled and said: "Zhang Qiu, I found that what you said is right. The journey was indeed "interesting"...

"

Zhang Qiu lowered his head shyly and softly made a sound of "Hmm..." from his nose.

Astoria stared curiously at the movement under the quilt, wondering if her brother and sister were playing a game of guessing?

…

"Gulu Gulu...".

The witch who served lunch pushed a trolley down the aisle, and Harry bought some of the best food he thought he could accept for everyone to enjoy.

During the rest of the journey, Hermione kept looking at Harry with a contemptuous expression, and wrinkled her pretty little nose and made a vicious gesture to Harry.

"(*ω)╰ひ╯"

Harry: "..."

When the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station, Hermione quickly pulled Zhang Qiu aside, neatly arranged Zhang Qiu's messy clothes, and gave instructions to Harry.

, whispered something in Zhang Qiu’s ear.

From the looks of it, he must not have said anything nice.

The train doors opened and rumbles of thunder were heard in the air.

Harry and the others got off the train, lowered their heads in the pouring rain, and walked forward with careful steps. The rain came down hard and fast. Hermione hugged the two cats with her cloak, holding Crookshanks in her left arms and the little cutie in her right arms.

In fact, Harry was shrouding a magic ball outside their bodies, and they were not exposed to the rain at all. Just looking at the heavy rain that was so close that it obscured their vision, they always felt like the rain had already hit them.

A huge familiar figure stood at the other end of the platform, holding a lantern and shouting something.

"Hagrid..." Harry shouted.

Hagrid waved his arms and shouted happily: "Harry, see you at the banquet later..."

As usual, Hagrid took the first-year students across the lake by boat and entered Hogwarts Castle.

Zhang Qiu looked at the water of the Black Lake and said: "In such bad weather, if we take the ferry, many freshmen will probably worry that the water of the Black Lake will swallow them..."

Harry and the others walked at the front of the crowd and walked across the dark platform. Outside the station, a hundred horseless carriages were waiting for them.

Hermione quickly jumped onto one of them and felt relieved.

After the carriage door was closed, with a violent jolt, the long carriage team rumbled off along the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, splashing water all the way.
Chapter completed!