Chapter 428 The upcoming first competition

"yawn…"

William was wearing pajamas, put on his coat, and then pulled out a piece of flame from the fireplace and transformed it into a shield.

'It's so late at night, what unlucky kid...didn't sleep well last night...'

He pointed at the door lock with his wand, unlocked the two spells that locked the door, and stood in the dark, letting the chair look like himself.

"professor."

Harry's voice sounded, and the child shouted unnaturally at the chair.

'It's okay. He doesn't look too panicked. It seems like there shouldn't be any big problem.'

He smoothly canceled the transformation, returned the chair to its proper position, and then put the flame into the fireplace outside the office.

"It's so late, what's wrong?"

Harry, who was already a little used to it, sat down on the chair and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"That's right, um, didn't I become a warrior today...but I..."

"Doubt that you are not capable enough?"

William stared at him and smiled warmly, "Or are you planning to get some exclusive information about the Triwizard Tournament from me?"

"I...I'm just curious, why me."

"Then tell me," William asked, reaching out to order a drink, "Why not you - tea, pumpkin juice, or hot chocolate?"

"Hot chocolate, Professor."

Harry felt a little nervous at the moment. It wasn't until the hot chocolate was in his hand that he answered uncertainly, "I'm not old enough. There's a big difference. Many of them have learned magic for three years more than me."

Woolen cloth…"

"Then tell me, what is the time gap between you and Miss Granger when they learned magic?"

William asked rhetorically.

This made Harry blush quickly. Although they usually agreed that Hermione was number one, when the gap in magic mastered between them and Hermione was really put forward for comparison, it was really hard to say.

"But they are all the best..."

"That's not necessarily true. I don't know about the warriors from other schools. As for Hogwarts, I think I'm still qualified to evaluate them."

William nodded, "Cedric is too paranoid and does not have a natural keen sense of combat. His performance in the course relies entirely on knowledge rather than excellent dueling skills. As for Ravenclaw's classmate Warren, in actual combat

The level is too poor and the psychological quality needs to be improved.”

"As for Slytherin's classmate Meng Tai, his actual combat ability is very good, but because of his overly strong physique, he has a fatal flaw in combat. It is too easy to suffer losses when encountering top-notch players. What's more terrible is that his knowledge reserve

The quality is worse than the other two warriors, but fortunately, the fact that he is a little unscrupulous makes up for a lot of shortcomings."

"Monta?"

William's evaluation made Harry quite puzzled - he was most familiar with Slytherin's old rival, because Mr. Wood liked to emphasize Slytherin people, and Montague was the most shameless, even using it on lower grades.

A person who can do all three dirty tricks.

"Well, he doesn't care about embarrassment and will do whatever it takes to win. I think this should be an important reason why Goblet of Fire chose him to be the warrior -"

Without worrying that the words will spread, William can still speak ill of the students, "Of course, personally, this is a behavior that should not be promoted, but it is really useful at certain times.

"

"But Harry, remember, don't imitate him. There are not so many advantages in this world that you can take advantage of. Taking shortcuts will eventually limit your development - I talked to classmate Montaigne once, but unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have

How can I hear it?"

"Yes, Professor, I will remember it."

Harry nodded heavily, and then asked hesitantly, "But, what about me?"

"You?" William smiled, "Your strength is still a little bit behind, but you can barely match their side, but you are better at fighting than them. If it weren't for Granger's overwhelming knowledge,

With the advantages and some shortcomings of the school, your probability of winning first place is actually not low."

Out of basic respect for a certain divination professor whose name was not convenient to be disclosed, and respect for his seniors who taught courses, William could only speak more tactfully.

"Me, first?"

Harry couldn't believe himself.

"Of course, we exclude those courses that have nothing to do with combat. I mean the courses that are related to dueling. You chose divination for yourself..."

William shook his head. He still remembered the child being so frightened by the divination results that he couldn't sit still. This is probably what professors hate. They always think of embarrassing things about students during chats...

"With talent in combat and decent strength, it's normal to become a warrior."

William nodded, "But to be honest, in fact, in my estimation, there are five or six children who have a chance to be selected, at least according to my estimation. Maybe you have something recognized by the Goblet of Fire that I haven't noticed.

Your talent – ​​it makes you stand out.”

"What is that?"

"I don't know, maybe it's the courage to face challenges? Persistence in difficult situations? Or perseverance in desperate situations? I don't know - but even without that, it was still expected that you would be selected."

"So you are definitely a qualified warrior. When I put you on the list, I was prepared that you might be selected."

William knocked on the parchment, turning it into a dice, and threw it away, "Just like it, no matter which side it throws out, I won't be surprised."

"Okay, it's getting late. It's time for you to go and rest. Harry, don't let Filch struggle for too long with the issue of whether to capture you or not - from my experience, he will eventually capture you reluctantly.

For the office.”

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"Am I within the scope of consideration?"

Harry was filled with uncontrollable joy at this moment - he had never thought about the possibility that the professor had lied to him.

The fact that his strength was proven for the first time made him have the urge to cheer, but after thinking about it for a long time, he gave up. Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to mention another important thing - Myrtle had something else to do.

I need to find a professor.

"Professor probably can't sleep well..."

He thought a little uneasily, but also wanted to laugh...

With this tangled mind, he quickly returned to his lounge.

Then, he was frightened by the Fat Lady's portrait - originally the Fat Lady's portrait was a separate portrait, but now it was packed inside like a Christmas dinner.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared intently at Harry, making him extremely frightened.

"Good evening, Harry!"

The fat lady smiled and pointed to the lady closest to her in the portrait, "Violet just told me everything. Who was just selected as the academy's warrior?"

However, to the Fat Lady's surprise, Harry, who should have been shy, admitted openly, "Well...it's me."

"Yes, it's you!"

The fat lady smiled happily, "So what's the password?"

"nonsense."

"No, at least it's not about the Warriors."

The fat lady responded with a smile, and then opened the passage to the lounge.

——

"Harry!"

When Harry entered the lounge, his feet never touched the ground again.

The Gryffindors lifted him up frantically, and then passed him around until they passed him to the center of the lounge - after the three houses had their own warriors, each of them was worried that Gryffindor would

It won't become a laughing stock.

Fortunately, it didn't happen. Harry's name appeared in time, and Gryffindor got its own warrior.

"Well done, Harry!"

His teammates gathered around, Fred and George bearing the brunt.

"Like catching a snitch, take back the Triwizard Tournament trophy!"

…

The entire Gryffindor House was reveling in the carnival. The prefects who were supposed to maintain discipline at this moment not only failed to stick to their work, but instead took their wands and added various colorful ribbons to the lounge.

Everyone was very happy, no one wanted to leave, and no one planned to end it. If the first-grade children couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the table in the end, the whole carnival might have lasted until late at night.

After everything was over, Harry originally planned to walk back to the lounge, but unfortunately the crazy crowd didn't give him a chance to walk. Everyone half-celebrated and half-played carried Harry back to the dormitory, and then threw him on the bed.

Only then did he leave without feeling satisfied.

"I'm so happy today."

Ron yawned from the next bed, "How are you going to spend your winnings, Harry?"
To be continued...