Chapter 261: Audiovisual Link (Please subscribe, please full subscribe!)
Antarctica secret base, Alchemy Laboratory.
Aisen sat behind the long table, looking at the pair of lightbulb-sized yellow eyeballs on the table, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Thump~thump~
Aisen's fingers tapped the tabletop unconsciously.
Speaking of which, it was a good thing.
Some time ago, Aisen wanted to develop a new spell to achieve effects like super hearing. But specifically, it wasn't just as simple as super hearing; he also needed to be able to consciously filter out things he didn't want to hear.
Later, Aisen felt that it would be more effective and align with his intentions to use magic to link the act of watching with audiovisual connection, feeding sound directly into his mind.
After all, sight and hearing are external manifestations of a person's five senses.
Therefore, during this time, whenever Aisen had free time, he would ponder the effects of some spells.
He had thought it would take a long time to find a suitable spell, but unexpectedly, he suddenly realized that the Super-Senses Spell might be able to achieve his goal.
The Super-Senses Spell is a spell that can enhance sensory perception, and the degree of enhancement is very exaggerated.
Of course, although the effect of the Super-Senses Spell is exaggerated, because it is countered by spells like the Silencing Charm and the Disillusionment Charm, it was not required to be mastered by the Hogwarts Professors.
However, Aisen's research this time was not for the effect of the spell, but rather because he saw that this spell could serve as a link to perfectly connect sight and hearing.
So, after spending some time dissecting and researching, Aisen felt that using the Super-Senses Spell as a foundation to resonate with sight and hearing to complete his new spell should not be a problem.
However, the Super-Senses Spell is a spell after all. While using it as a link for sight and hearing is not a problem, Aisen still lacked a feedback carrier to perform audiovisual conversion based on it.
Therefore, after a period of thought, Aisen suddenly thought of the eyeballs he had dug out from the Basilisktwo years ago.
Furthermore, the Basilisk's eyeballs also contained the characteristic of a deadly curse. Although the Basilisk's eyeballs no longer had that lethal quality after its death, some of the contained curses were still hidden within them.
If Aisen's plan succeeded, he would not only achieve his goal, but also, when watching a certain scene in the future, he would not only be able to hear the sounds he wanted to hear, but also be able to launch an attack through the act of watching.
Although Aisen couldn't be like the Basilisk, killing anyone he stared at, it was highly possible to use this as a link for ultra-long-distance spellcasting.
One could imagine a scene: Aisen in his office at Hogwarts, lounging leisurely while opening God's Perspective, observing hidden enemies outside Hogwarts School.
Then, through the act of watching, he could hear the enemy's conversations and secrets via audiovisual conversion. He could then use the attack curse characteristic of "watching" as a link to cast spells. At that time, wouldn't it be awesome to take down the enemy with a shot from eight hundred miles away?
Thinking of this, the smile on Aisen's face quickly spread.
However, although the plan was ready, some preparations still needed to be made to implement it.
God's Perspective open, the Super-Senses Spell cast upon himself, Aisen began to observe and sense the pair of Basilisk eyeballs before him in all aspects.
Time passed bit by bit. Aisen would occasionally inscribe runes, testing around the Basilisk eyeballs. Streaks of silver light emerged from Aisen's fingertips, and after landing on the runes, the runes drilled into the eyeballs.
Subsequently, the runes drilled out from the eyeballs again, arranging themselves into patterns with various curves, reflecting into Aisen's mind.
After a while, Aisen stopped all movements, seemingly having understood some data. Closing his eyes, he entered the Dream World, and after speeding up the flow of time, he began further experiments.
The experimental process proceeded according to Aisen's previous conjectures.
Since Aisen had already understood the structure and characteristics of the Basilisk eyeballs through Magical means, he could easily replicate identical eyeballs in the Dream World.
Then, through the method of rune dissection, he directly transformed this pair of eyeballs to be represented by a combination of runes.
This experimental step was not smooth, failing several times, but it did not discourage Aisen. Fortunately, the flow of time in the Dream World was controlled by Aisen, so after spending some time, Aisen successfully completed this step.
Immediately after, Aisen used the same dissection method to express the Super-Senses Spell in the form of runes, and then linked them with the rune eyeball carrier.
Finally, he would fuse the rune eyeballs into his own eyeballs.
This step was the most cautious one for Aisen.
Although it wasn't directly changing the structure of his own eyeballs, it was essentially equivalent to directly embedding runes containing curse power into his eyeballs, and furthermore, on this basis, runes that maintained and combined the Super-Senses Spell runes.
Although the idea for such an experiment was bold, it was, after all, an experiment conducted in the Dream World, which was completely controlled by him, so Aisenwas not afraid of failure at all.
And so, in the Dream World, the experiment progressed step by step.
If it failed, he would deduce the reason for the failure; if successful, he would proceed to the next step.
The moment the experiment succeeded, Aisen had already spent a full two months in the Dream World.
However, none of this was a problem for him. Because if he felt tired, Aisen could directly sleep in the Dream World.
When sleeping in the Dream World, Aisen could easily control himself to enter a state of deep sleep. Therefore, although he spent two months experimenting in the Dream World, the moment Aisen opened his eyes in the outside world, he did not feel any fatigue or lack of energy.
Looking at the pair of eyeballs placed on the table, Aisenlet out a long sigh.
The experiment was successful, but operating in the real world required more caution. Because there were always subtle differences between the real world and the Dream World, which required Aisen to focus and distinguish.
Feeling the surging magic within him, Aisen spread his hands and circled them diagonally above the Basiliskeyeballs. With a thought, he began his actions.
Streaks of silver light were seen radiating from within Aisen's body, completely enveloping the space within a ten-meter radius. Then Aisen's fingertips flickered, and runes mixed with silver light entered the Basilisk's eyeballs, continuously shuttling through them.
Half an hour later, the pair of Basilisk eyeballs in front of Aisen had completely disappeared. Instead, above where the Basilisk eyeballs were originally placed, above where Aisen's hands were circling, a pair of silver eyeballs floated in mid-air, constantly interacting with the silver light emanating from around Aisen.
The eyeballs emitted a faint luster, subtly revealing a red light, which looked extremely eerie.
Although these were also a pair of eyeballs, if they were magnified thousands or tens of thousands of times, one would find that this pair of silver-glowing eyeballs was actually composed of extremely tiny runes arranged and combined.
At this moment, the runes disassembled and combined based on the Super-Senses Spell had already been embedded within. Immediately after, Aisen slightly closed his eyes, and after opening God's Perspective, he began the next step.
As his thoughts turned, from Aisen's slightly closed eyes, streaks of silver light emerged from his eyeballs and connected to the pair of rune eyes in the air. At the same time, Aisen multitasked, dissecting the Detection Charm and Feedback Charm into rune combinations and connecting them to his own eyeballs as well.
This step of operation had some subtle differences compared to the experiment in the Dream World. Because the Dream World was controlled by Aisenhimself, Aisen had added the detection, feedback, and other abilities *after* embedding the rune eyes into his own eyes.
But in the real world, Aisen believed that operating simultaneously could more reasonably balance the magicwithin his body!
After a long while, the pair of silver eyeballs in front of Aisen completely disappeared, and the silver light enveloping him also completely retracted into his body.
Buzz—
The moment Aisen opened his eyes, it was as if something had flashed, and for an instant, he felt a great brightness before him. Fearing some accident, Aisenquickly closed his eyes tightly.
Carefully sensing himself, the magic within his body surged like a tide, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. His five senses were also normal.
Huh—
Just as he was about to say it was normal, Aisen found that he could directly "see" the ice wall opposite him in the laboratory. Turning his head and looking around, Aisen found that he could clearly see everything around him.
What was going on?
Aisen clearly had his eyes closed and had also turned off God's Perspective, yet he could directly see the outside world through his eyelids. If this were the case, wouldn't he even be unable to close his eyes to sleep?
But before Aisen could make any further moves, everything before him completely went dark. Subsequently, the situation where he could see through everything no longer occurred.
After a long while, Aisen had a feeling of realization.
It seemed that everything just now was due to his eyes undergoing their initial transformation.
But this was good too, lest that state always appear unintentionally in the future, making the act of closing his eyes redundant.
After opening his eyes, Aisen did not find any abnormal side effects, so he showed a joyful smile.
However, although the experiment was completed, Aisenfelt it was necessary to try out what kind of effects the developed ability actually had.
Chapter 262: Audio-Visual Resonance (Seeking full subscription, seeking recommendation!)
Afterward, Aisen flashed back to Hogwarts.
At the highest point of the Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts, Aisen stood near the window, looking at the green mountains in the distance adorned by the morning light. With a thought, he directly opened God's Perspective, enveloping the entire Castle.
Near Hagrid's Hut, many Little Wizards gathered together, watching the Blast-Ended Skrewts that Hagridhad displayed.
Buzz—
Just as Aisen's mind was turning, wanting to hear clearly what the Little Wizards were saying, an inexplicable connection surged from Aisen's eyes, and then it seemed as though his vision and hearing resonated.
Feedback was transmitted from vision, converted to hearing, and then poured into Aisen's mind.
"Neville, did you find out what those Blast-Ended Skrewts like to eat?"
"Who knows, they seem to eat everything, oh—don't push me anymore, move closer if you want to see!"
"Everyone observe carefully, record any abnormal behavior they have!"
…
These were the voices of some Little Wizards and Hagrid, which Aisen heard very clearly.
With a thought, Aisen withdrew his gaze and closed God's Perspective. But what surprised Aisen was that the resonance between vision and hearing seemed to be continuing.
Time slowly passed, and Aisen carefully felt his eyes, only to find that the constantly surging magic in his body seemed to be washing over his eyeballs.
This was—causing a chain reaction? Aisen became a little worried.
Looking out the window, his vision was unobstructed. He clapped his hands hard, making a slapping sound, which made Aisen understand that his hearing had not changed either. Opening and closing God's Perspective was also unaffected.
But—
It was very strange. Feeling the frequency of the magicsurging in his body and the feedback from his eyes receiving external light, Aisen knew that his pair of eyes seemed to be being refined by magic.
He waved his hand in front of his eyes, and a mirror appeared out of thin air before Aisen. Aisen looked into it, quietly observing his eyes.
He found that his eyes were not abnormal, but occasionally a brilliant silver-red bi-colored light spot would erupt from within the eyeball and then disappear instantly.
After thinking for a long time, Aisen didn't understand what kind of change had occurred in his eyes. But he vaguely felt that it wasn't a bad thing.
God's Perspective was opened again, observing the movements of the Little Wizards, and then the auditory feedback could be turned off and on according to Aisen's will. This effect was indeed no different from what Aisenhad expected.
His gaze continued to probe deeper into the Forbidden Forest. At the edge of a hidden clearing, Aisen had a thought and used the hidden curse power in his eyeball as a link to cast a Cutting Charm.
He saw an invisible blade slice past the side of a bush, cutting a deep wound in the tree trunk. Well, the possibility of casting spells using eyesight as a link was verified. This indicated that Aisen's experiment was basically a perfect success.
As for what the transformation caused by the resonance between vision and hearing would be like, he could only understand it when changes occurred in the future.
In the following two weeks, Aisen was as usual, spending most of his time in the Library except for daily Charmpractice.
Aisen had thought that the transformation of his eyes would last for a long time, but he didn't expect the speed of the transformation to exceed Aisen's imagination.
This transformation speed was like a snowball, starting as a trickle, but later turning into a surging giant wave.
That afternoon, after Aisen came out of his office, even before he went to the Library, he already felt a slight swelling sensation in his eyeballs.
By the afternoon, the Trio had even discovered the abnormal phenomenon of his eyes glowing.
Out of necessity, Aisen had to put on sunglasses and then cast a spell to hide his abnormal condition.
"Professor Aisen, are your eyes alright?" Hermione asked, looking at Aisen with a worried expression while eating in the Great Hall in the evening.
Looking at Harry and Ron, their expressions were basically the same.
"It's alright, for me, it should be a good thing, don't worry too much!" Aisen shook his head at the Trio, and couldn't help but tap his forehead.
Although he was wearing sunglasses, preventing others from seeing Aisen's eyes, Aisen himself felt it clearly. He felt as if his eyes were filled with water, with a swollen feeling.
He shook his head slightly, and seemed to be able to hear a sloshing sound in his eyeballs. But Aisen knew that it wasn't the sound of water at all, but more like the sound of the tide caused by the surging magic in his body.
Moreover, as the audio-visual resonance accelerated, Aisen's hearing and vision were somewhat disturbed to a certain extent.
There was nothing abnormal during normal times, but at this time, Aisen would vaguely "hear" the scene in front of him and "see" the sound of others speaking in the distance.
However, none of this was a cause for concern for Aisen. Because he had a premonition that the transformation of his eyes was about to end.
"Professor, how about going to see Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione sat next to Aisen and reached out to hold his hand tightly.
"Hmm, no need, I think it will be fine after today." Aisensmiled and shook his head, but before he could say anything else, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the entire Great Hall.
Whoosh whoosh—
Wafts of breeze began to swirl around Aisen, the wind speed quickly increased, and then it overturned the plates and dishes on the surrounding tables onto the floor.
"What is that?"
"Is Professor Aisen casting a spell?"
…
"Professor Aisen!" Hermione said, tightening her grip on Aisen's hands.
"It's alright—hiss—" Aisen was shaking his head, but felt a more turbulent force surging in his eyes. Invisible forces poured into his eyeballs from the outside, instantly giving Aisen the feeling that his eyes were about to explode.
"Professor—Professor—"
"Professor, you're alright…"
His hearing and vision instantly became chaotic, and it felt as if a force was about to gush out of his eyes.
Crack—
The sunglasses Aisen was wearing instantly shattered, and then two beams of light shot out from Aisen's eyes, like two lasers, hitting the wall on one side of the Great Hall.
Buzz buzz—
Aisen seemed to hear no sound at this moment. Enduring the discomfort, Aisen covered his eyes with his other hand. It was as if he was trying to press back the surging power.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The wind speed around Aisen surged, seeming to have a tendency to turn into a tornado. Many Little Wizardsretreated in panic.
Hiss—
Aisen's eyes seemed to be about to explode directly, but then, the eyes that Aisen had covered with his hand suddenly paused, and all the power converged inwards. A cool sensation spread in his eyes, and all discomfort was completely swept away.
The wind surrounding his body also seemed to lose its power, and after turning a few times, it completely dissipated.
At the same time, the roaring sound in his mind completely disappeared. Although his vision and hearing were still resonating at all times, the connection was faint. Most importantly, Aisen's vision and hearing had completely recovered.
"My goodness, what just happened?"
"It was terrifying, did Professor Aisen do that?"
"It must have been him, didn't you see, his eyes were glowing just now!"
"I know, that's super man's heat vision—"
"What is that?"
Noisy sounds rang out, making Aisen understand what had just happened. Then, Aisen opened his eyes and looked around with a wry smile.
"Professor Aisen, are you alright!" Hermione released Aisen's hand.
"Don't worry, it's alright now!" Aisen stood up, and after looking around, he saw many Little Wizards with panicked expressions. Even Harry and Ron had retreated several steps.
"Cough cough, Reparo!" Aisen took out his magic wand and waved it vigorously.
Then, within the entire Great Hall, time seemed to flow backward. The plates, tables, and chairs that had been affected and destroyed by Aisen were all restored to their original state.
"Don't worry, I just cast a Charm, it won't cause any harm!" After applying a Sonorus Charm to himself, Aisenexplained to the somewhat panicked Little Wizards.
Then, Aisen waved his magic wand, emitting a faint silver light to dispel their negative emotions.
"Professor Aisen, you looked so cool just now!" Ron said after calming down, his face filled with admiration.
"Professor Aisen, what kind of Charm was that?" Harryalso looked particularly interested.
"Cough cough—, an incomplete Charm, don't ask too many questions!" Aisen shook his head, casually brushing it off.
After causing a stir, the Little Wizards chattered about the previous events. Aisen understood that this matter would likely be difficult to settle down before the Triwizard Tournament.
Chapter 263: The Start of the Tournament
After returning to his office, Aisen finally had time to carefully feel the changes in his eyes.
After some feeling, Aisen found that his eyes had indeed undergone some changes. First, Aisen's eyesight and hearing had surprisingly enhanced significantly.
Looking out the window, he could even see the veins on the leaves of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. Listening carefully, he could hear the sound of insects crawling on the leaves in the grass outside.
This degree of change greatly surprised Aisen. However, thinking that he still had the Viewing Distance Enhancement Trait and the Super Viewing Distance Trait not yet fused within him, Aisen felt this change was not a big deal.
Second, Aisen's hearing seemed to be completely connected to his vision. This connection was not just a simple link; it was as if, based on the Super-Sensory Charm, they had completely become "one".
Simply put, Aisen's hearing and vision could now completely and freely transform into each other. For example, when Aisen closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around him, he could directly convert them into images within the corresponding range, projected into his mind.
Conversely, all the images Aisen saw through his vision could be converted into sounds that he "heard" at will.
Of course, this did not make Aisen feel confused. Because he found that this transformation was actually under his control.
Besides this, other changes were not significant. The ability to cast spells from eight hundred miles away was retained, which did not surprise Aisen.
However, Aisen had previously tried this super long-distance spell-casting ability during the riot at the Quidditch World Cup. At that time, he could directly channel the magic within his body to cast spells from a distance, but it required a bit of mental concentration.
At this moment, Aisen's super long-distance spell-casting ability was directly linked to his vision, using the action of "watching" as a link, and casting spells based on this. It had become much more casual and effortless. It was as if he didn't need to concentrate; a mere thought could cast a spell from a super long distance out of thin air.
Of course, there was one last point that greatly surprised Aisen: within his eyes, as the magic within his body surged, the power of transformation seemed to start accumulating again.
This change greatly surprised Aisen. If things truly developed as he had guessed, did that mean his eyes could evolve indefinitely?
After feeling it over and not detecting any abnormalities in his body, Aisen suddenly burst into laughter. It seemed he had inadvertently created an extraordinary ability.
However, no matter what, increased strength was a good thing.
...
Early the next morning, the reactions of the Little Wizardswere just as Aisen had expected.
While eating in the Great Hall, many Little Wizards were chattering about what happened yesterday. Due to his greatly enhanced hearing, Aisen could clearly hear how the Little Wizards talked about him displaying great power, destroying the Great Hall and then restoring it.
For this reason, at noon, Dumbledore specifically asked Aisen to go to his office.
"Aisen, please have a seat!" Dumbledore said, gesturing from behind his desk.
Aisen, who had already guessed why Dumbledorewanted to see him, shrugged slightly and sat down directly on the chair without saying anything, just waiting for the other party to speak.
"The venue for the first task of the Triwizard Tournamenthas been set up. I heard from Minerva, you did a good job!" Dumbledore said, smiling at Aisen.
"Cough, cough, actually, I didn't do much. The school had already arranged everything; I just followed the process!" Speaking of this, Aisen did feel a bit embarrassed. Because anyone could have handled this matter well, Aisen's job of liaising with Percy seemed to purely serve a supervisory role.
To put it bluntly, Aisen felt that every action he took was like just going along for the ride.
"Alright, let's not talk about that. The main reason I asked you to come today is to tell you that I've heard about what happened in the Great Hall yesterday." Dumbledorelooked deeply at Aisen.
"Uh, I was experimenting with some magic, and there was a slight accident—" Aisen reached up and pinched his forehead, showing a bit of embarrassment.
To be honest, experimenting with magic inside the Great Hall was indeed inappropriate. It wasn't that the school had any restrictions on Professors, but rather the concern that uncontrolled magic could cause unexpected accidents.
"I think I need to remind you that the Great Hall is not a place for experimenting with magic. There are many Little Wizards there, and once an accident happens—" Dumbledore's expression turned serious.
"Yes, I have deeply realized this, and I will never let such a thing happen again!" Seeing Dumbledore's expression, Aisen quickly made his stance clear.
Actually, this matter was also due to Aisen's own miscalculation.
He had originally thought the transformation of his eyes would continue for a while, and after some time, he could return to his secret base to complete the full transformation. But he didn't expect the transformation speed to suddenly accelerate, completing the transformation in a burst of intense change.
Fortunately, this intense change only caused a slight stir and did not result in any serious consequences.
After leaving Dumbledore's office, Aisen breathed a slight sigh of relief. Although in Aisen's view, the stir he caused yesterday was not a big deal, it was indeed not very appropriate.
After coming down the spiral staircase to the third floor, Aisen continued to walk down, but as he passed the Library on the second floor, he found the Trio walking out of the Library.
"Professor Aisen!" Seeing Aisen coming towards them, Hermione waved and greeted him, a sweet smile on her face.
"Hello, what were you doing at the Library?" Aisen asked casually, nodding at them.
"Uh, we haven't finished our Divination homework yet, so we went to the Library to look up some information!" Ronscratched his head, then said earnestly.
"Divination homework requires going to the Library to look up information?" Aisen looked at Ron with a strange expression.
"We mainly went to browse the Forbidden Section to find some new ideas to deal with the Divination homework!" Harry said, chuckling beside him, "This will help us get a high score."
"Yes, Professor Aisen, last time they got high scores by making up their own misfortunes!" Hermione's face showed a look of disdain.
"Hermione, you know Professor Trelawney, she's just like that, she likes to see our misfortunes!" Ron couldn't help but retort.
"Alright, that can indeed get you a high score," Aisenwaved his hand, "but I must remind you, unless necessary, don't wander around the Forbidden Section. Some of the knowledge in there is still very dangerous for you!"
"Alright, Professor Aisen!" Ron and Harry exchanged glances, immediately showing dejected expressions.
When the group arrived at the Great Hall together, they found that many Little Wizards seemed to have discovered something extraordinary and were moving towards the entrance hall.
"Did something happen?" Hermione asked in surprise.
Then, Aisen and the Trio followed the crowd through the door into the entrance hall, only to find the Little Wizardsgathered under a large notice board beside the entrance hall.
The Little Wizards were crowded here, almost filling the entire entrance hall.
Some Little Wizards were standing on tiptoe looking at the notice board, loudly reading out the content:
"Triwizard Tournament
Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at six o'clock on the evening of Friday, October 30th. At that time, afternoon classes will end half an hour early. Students, please return your bags and textbooks to your dormitories, gather in front of the Castle to welcome our guests, and then attend the welcoming feast."
"Great!"
"Is the Triwizard Tournament going to start?"
"There's only one week left." Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff Little Wizard, squeezed out from the crowd, yelling loudly.
"Professor, the Triwizard Tournament is about to start, who do you think will be chosen as a Champion?" Harrylooked at Aisen excitedly, as if he himself was about to participate in the event.
"What, you want to sign up?" gesturing for them to walk towards the Great Hall, Aisen showed a meaningful smile.
"But the Triwizard Tournament rules state you have to be seventeen to enter, Harry, don't even think about it!" Hermione said loudly.
"If we're talking about who from Hogwarts might be chosen as Champion, I think Hufflepuff's Cedric is very outstanding!" Aisen pondered for a moment, then gave a small spoiler.
Chapter 264: Arrival
Harry and Hermione both showed surprise at ProfessorAisen's words.
"Cedric?" Ron looked bewildered, not immediately thinking of who that person was.
"The Professor was talking about Diggory!" Harrynodded, looking thoughtful. "Yes, he will definitely participate in the Triwizard Tournament!"
"That idiot wants to be the Hogwarts Champion too?" Ron thought of something and looked indignant.
"He is certainly not an idiot; you can't call him an idiot just because he beat Gryffindor in the Quidditch match!" Harry said seriously. "Fred and George both know that Cedric won fair and square."
"That's right, I heard he is a very outstanding student, and even a Prefect!" Hermione nodded in agreement.
"Among the older students in the school, including the Seven Grade students, Cedric is the very best." ProfessorAisen interjected at the right moment. "Many Professors agree on this point!"
"But others will definitely sign up too, right?" Ron shook his head. "I saw Fred and George secretly discussing a few days ago; they definitely want to bribe that judge!"
Professor Aisen smiled and shook his head without saying anything.
If he hadn't guessed wrong, Fred and George did indeed want to sign up by cheating. But unfortunately, their plan would not succeed.
"Oh right, besides Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will also participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Harry seemed to suddenly remember something, his face showing surprise.
"What's wrong?" Ron looked at Harry confusedly.
"Did you forget?" Harry glanced at Ron, then looked at Hermione beside him. "Last time on the train, Hermionesaid that Durmstrang Institute had a bad reputation and greatly valued the teaching of Black magic!"
"Are you saying they will use Black magic in the Triwizard Tournament?" Ron's face showed fear.
"Impossible—" Hermione countered. "Beauxbatons and Hogwarts are also participating in the Triwizard Tournament; Dumbledore and the others won't agree to Durmstrang using Black magic."
"That's right, the Triwizard Tournament is jointly organized by the Ministry of Magic and the three schools, so I don't think you need to worry about that." ProfessorAisen nodded and said reassuringly.
In the following time, it was clear that the notice appearing in the entrance hall had a great impact on the school's students—ever since Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament would be held this year, it was only now that everyone truly felt that this event was indeed arriving.
Compared to the commotion Professor Aisen caused in the Great Hall earlier, the Triwizard Tournament instantly became the topic of discussion for all Little Wizards. Among these, who Hogwarts would choose as its Champion, whether the Durmstrang Champion would use Black magic, and so on, became hot topics.
For Professor Aisen, this change in the Castle was particularly noticeable.
It seemed as if only one day had passed, and the atmosphere of the entire school suddenly became lively.
Of course, besides the change in the atmosphere of the entire Castle, all the House-elves, teaching staff, along with Professor Aisen, were assigned new tasks, which was to perform a thorough cleaning of the entire Castlebefore the arrival of the teachers and students from the other two schools.
In order not to delay teaching the Little Wizards during the day, this task was arranged by Professor McGonagallto be carried out at night.
For the House-elves, whether cleaning portraits or cleaning armour, they needed to use brushes and rags dipped in cleaning solution to get them clean. But for Professor Aisen and the others, whether it was the Scouring Charm or the Cleaning Charm, the effects were even better.
Therefore, by Thursday night and early Friday morning, after spending half an hour, the entire Castle had been thoroughly cleaned.
The next day, when the students woke up, they found that the entire Castle had been given a new look. This made many Little Wizards happy.
But unfortunately, if some Little Wizards were not careful and returned to the Castle from outside without wiping their shoe soles clean, they would be caught and severely scolded by the caretaker Filch.
As the venue for welcoming the other two schools, the Great Hall at Hogwarts also showed significant changes.
Besides being newly decorated, the most obvious change in the entire Great Hall was the four huge silk banners hung on the walls. They were Gryffindor with a lion on a red background, Ravenclaw with an eagle on a blue background, Slytherin with a serpent on a green background, and Hufflepuff with a black badger on a yellow background.
Of course, on the wall behind the teachers' table, there hung the largest banner, printed with the Hogwarts crest.
During dinner, the Little Wizards were still discussing animatedly.
Sitting at the Professor's table, Professor Aisen's gaze focused downwards, and the sounds clearly reached his ears.
"Do you two have any ideas about the Triwizard Tournament yet?" Harry leaned towards Fred and George. "Still want to sneak in and participate?"
"I asked Professor McGonagall how the Champion is chosen, but she wouldn't tell me!" George said, looking glum.
"I wonder what the events for the Triwizard Tournamentare? We went with Professor Aisen to see the grounds, and they've built stands there—" Ron said, his face showing longing. "I bet we could do it too, Harry, we've done such dangerous things before—"
"But you've never done those dangerous things in front of a panel of judges, have you!" Fred pushed the food around on his plate. "Professor McGonagall said that the judges will score the Champions based on the quality of the tasks they complete."
"So, who will be the judges? The school Professors?" Harry asked a question that everyone was concerned about.
"The Headmasters of the three schools will definitely be members of the judging panel." Hermione's words drew everyone's attention. "I saw in 'A Modified History of Hogwarts' that during a previous Triwizard Tournament, a Basilisk the Champions had to catch went out of control and injured all three Headmasters."
"'A Modified History of Hogwarts'?" Ron stared at Hermione in astonishment. "Does the Library have a book like that?"
"Or it could be called 'A Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, The Dark Side of the School Concealed', anyway, in a book over a thousand pages long, it didn't even mention the hundred slaves we oppressed at all." Hermione's eyes sparkled, as if she had discovered a hidden truth about the world.
"Professor Aisen, Professor Aisen—" A voice sounded in Professor Aisen's ear. He withdrew his gaze and turned his head, only to find Professor McGonagall looking at him with a look of displeasure.
"Is there something wrong?" Professor Aisen looked at Professor McGonagall innocently.
"Dumbledore and I have discussed it and decided that you and Madam Pomfrey will together serve as the safety officers for the Triwizard Tournament!" Professor McGonagall's face returned to calm, and she then said unhurriedly.
"Safety officers? What is that?" Professor Aisen looked at the other person in surprise and couldn't help but ask further.
Madam Pomfrey is the Hogwarts school nurse; Little Wizards in the school would go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment for injuries big or small. Professor Aisen was very clear about this.
However, regarding being the so-called safety officers, Professor Aisen couldn't understand why he and Madam Pomfrey would be assigned together.
"To provide protection for the Champions of the competition, and together with Madam Pomfrey, ensure that the participating Champions do not encounter life-threatening danger." Professor McGonagall said calmly.
"Protection? I thought the Ministry of Magic would send some staff to provide that kind of security, right?" Professor Aisen looked at the other person in surprise.
"Dumbledore and I both agree that you can serve as the last line of defense to protect them!" Professor McGonagall explained.
A line of defense? Or is it to monitor Karkaroff? Or perhaps both!
"Alright, I understand!" As his thoughts turned, ProfessorAisen didn't find anything inappropriate, so he simply nodded and agreed to the matter.
Swoosh swoosh—
The sound of owls flapping their wings echoed in the Great Hall. The Little Wizards' owls flew in the air, descending from the ceiling, delivering letters to them.
Clearly, many Little Wizards had mentioned the Triwizard Tournament in their correspondence with their families. At that time, the parents of the Hogwarts students would also come to participate in this grand event.
In the entire Great Hall, a joyful atmosphere filled with anticipation instantly spread.
At five-thirty in the afternoon, all Little Wizards finished their classes half an hour early and lined up in the entrance hall under the arrangement of their respective Heads of House.
Chapter 265: Welcoming Guests
Aisen, Sirius, Dumbledore, and others stood in the back row, while the Heads of Houses directed the Little Wizards lining up in front.
Weasley, straighten your hat a bit.
Miss Parvati, take off that ridiculous thing in your hair.
Professor McGonagall roared at Ron and Parvati. Ronobediently straightened his hat, while Parvati unhappily took off the butterfly headpiece from her head.
First-year students stand at the very front, don't crowd— Professor McGonagall directed methodically, "Students in the back, follow closely, don't mess up—"
Under Professor McGonagall's direction, the students passed through the corridor leaving the Entrance Hall, came to the steps, filed down, and finally lined up in front of the Castle.
Aisen and the other Professors leisurely followed behind the students.
Outside the Castle, dusk was falling. A cold wind blew in the chilly night, making everyone feel the crispness of the night. But it wasn't dark outside, because the bright moon was already hanging high above the Forbidden Forest.
The Little Wizards were arranged by year. First-year Witches were in the first row, second-year Witches were in the second row, and so on, with the Trio in the fourth row. Therefore, Hogwarts students from all seven years, who are Witches, were arranged into seven rows in total.
Time slowly passed, and soon, half an hour had gone by.
Many Little Wizards below, who were excited at first, had now become impatient waiting.
Why aren't they here yet? Is there traffic on the road?
Impossible, don't they know how to use broomsticks and Portkeys?
Perhaps students from other schools can use Apparition—maybe students under seventeen are allowed to use this spell there.
But—Hogwarts grounds don't allow this spell, right!
They're here, look! a first-year Little Wizard at the front shouted, pointing at the sky, "That's a dragon flying!"
Everyone looked up and saw a Giant object appearing above the Forbidden Forest. It looked like an airship, soaring through the night sky towards the Castle.
Don't say silly things, that's not a dragon, it's a house! his companion next to the first-year Little Wizard retorted loudly.
The Giant object flew closer. Aisen saw at a glance that it was a huge carriage pulled by twelve winged horses. And the carriage itself, just as the screaming Little Wizard had said, was like a house.
The carriage found its target and quickly flew towards the crowd. Under Aisen's gaze, the huge carriage emitted a faint blue light, like magic, constantly circling and swirling outside, looking extremely dazzling.
After landing, the carriage door opened, and a boy in light blue robes jumped down from the carriage, then performed some actions to open a spiral staircase.
Then, a tall woman, wearing black satin robes and adorned with precious jewels, appeared before everyone.
Dumbledore beside her began to applaud, and then the Little Wizards also started to applaud enthusiastically.
This must be Madam Maxime, the Headmistress of Beauxbatons. As he applauded, Aisen mused that she, like Hagrid, had Giant blood, which is why she looked particularly tall.
Welcome to Hogwarts, dear Madam Maxime. Dumbledore stepped forward and began talking to her.
Dumbledore, I hope you are well! Madam Maxime said.
While they were still talking here, students one by one stepped down from the carriage. Soon, over a dozen male and female students came behind Madam Maxime, and then they looked at the lined-up Hogwarts students, showing various expressions on their faces.
The Beauxbatons students before them wore light blue silk robes that looked exceptionally smooth, and the pointed hats on their heads were also striking.
Of course, the most important point was that the Beauxbatons crest was embroidered on the shoulders of their robes—two golden wands crossed together, emitting three stars, which also looked very stylish.
The Little Wizards on the Hogwarts side began chattering and discussing. Some Little Wizards looked at the dozen or so older students opposite, and a considerable number were amazed by Madam Maxime's height.
Professor McGonagall turned around with a solemn expression and scanned the area, instantly making the Little Wizards quiet down.
As for welcoming the teachers and students of Beauxbatons, Dumbledore and the others would handle the conversation, but Aisen's gaze was currently on the winged horses of Beauxbatons.
These winged horses were very large, each as big as an elephant, with golden-silver manes and fiery red eyes. Leaving aside their strength for now, Aisen thought their appearance alone was attractive enough.
In Aisen's opinion, only Unicorns looked better than them.
Speaking of which, Aisen had never been to other magicschools since entering the Wizarding World. So, should he find some time to visit other magic schools?
It is said that there are a total of 11 magic schools in this world. So, the book collections in the Libraries of other schools should be somewhat different from the book collection in the Hogwarts Library, right?
Hmm, let's talk about it later when there's a chance.
After another round of applause, the Little Wizards made way for Madam Maxime and her students to walk up the steps leading to the Entrance Hall.
Gathering his thoughts, Aisen glanced around and focused his gaze on the Black Lake, thinking that the people from Durmstrang should also have arrived by now.
How big do you think Durmstrang's horses will be? Seamus, standing in the fourth row on this side, whispered to Harry and Ron.
Hearing such a question, Aisen couldn't help but roll his eyes. Unless their horses could swim and dive, Durmstrang's horses were doomed.
If they're bigger than Beauxbatons' horses, I don't think Hagrid could handle them, Harry said softly, "I mean, if Hagrid hadn't been bitten by his Blast-Ended Skrewts."
Who told him to raise those Blast-Ended Skrewts so big! Hermione said, shivering, "Those things not only crawl everywhere, they also shoot sparks—"
The teachers and students of Beauxbatons School of magic entered the Castle to warm themselves up, while the Little Wizards of Hogwarts still stood outside freezing.
There was nothing they could do, the representatives from Durmstrang hadn't arrived yet, so the Little Wizardscould only stand outside shivering.
Didn't they say there was another school representative coming? Why aren't they here yet?
Maybe their carriage got lost!
...
Look, there's movement over at the Black Lake! Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor sixth-year student, suddenly shouted loudly.
Aisen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked calmly at the lake surface. The surface, which had been completely still, suddenly produced huge waves in the middle, and then a mast rose from within.
It's a mast! a Little Wizard exclaimed.
Immediately after, the hull of an antique wreck, as if it had been at the bottom of the sea for hundreds of years, emerged from within and then quickly moved to dock at the shore.
At first glance, the ship looked like a ghost ship from a novel. The hull emitted a faint glow, giving it a mysterious feeling.
With a thud, a plank was laid from the ship to the shore, and then a Wizard in silver-white fur led a team of people wearing thick furs down.
The person at the front had a goatee and smiled when he saw Dumbledore, revealing his yellowed teeth. He looked quite gaunt, and based on his appearance alone, no one would ever believe he was once a Death Eater.
Dumbledore! He walked directly up to Dumbledore and extended his hand, "My dear old friend, how are you?"
Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff. Dumbledorereplied with a smile, then gestured for them to enter the Castle.
Karkaroff? Looking at the Wizard in front of him, Aisenremembered what Dumbledore had told him before. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
Judging from the original plot, although this one is the Headmaster of Durmstrang, he is a coward. As soon as he heard Voldemort had returned, he abandoned his students and fled.
So Aisen wasn't worried that he could cause any trouble during the Triwizard Tournament.
Speaking of which, because of himself, not only was Peter Pettigrew locked up in Azkaban, but Barty Crouch and his son were also locked up, and Voldemort didn't even have a chance to resurrect.
This way, the Triwizard Tournament, which is supposed to last the entire school year, should be another peaceful year. It's just that Aisen doesn't know if Dumbledore has locked onto a target and found any clues related to the Hufflepuff Cup!
Chapter 266: Twists and Turns (Please Subscribe)
Under the direction of Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroffled the dozen or so students behind him up the steps and into the Castle. The Hogwarts Little Wizards followed closely behind under the guidance of Professor McGonagall.
"Harry, look, that's Krum!" Ron shouted in surprise, "I can't believe it, it's Viktor Krum!"
The Little Wizards were chattering about something. As soon as Aisen paid attention, he saw a figure with a hooked nose and thick, long eyebrows following beside Karkaroff.
Obviously, it was Krum, who had shown great power in the Quidditch World Cup final by catching the golden snitch. Although he didn't achieve the final victory, Krum's act of catching the golden snitch made everyone in the Wizarding World remember him.
To make an analogy with a competition in the Muggle World, it would be like a university student playing for the national team, not only reaching the World Cup final but also becoming the best player on the field.
Seeing the Hogwarts students streaming in behind the Durmstrang delegation, especially the sixth-year girls frantically searching their bodies for quills and parchment, eager for autographs, Aisen shook his head slightly.
Of course, Aisen was just feeling a bit emotional; he didn't find their actions entirely incomprehensible.
After entering the Great Hall, the entire space instantly became warm.
The Little Wizards sat down at their respective House tables. The dozen or so Beauxbatons students were arranged next to the Ravenclaw table, while the Durmstrang people were arranged next to the Slytherintable.
The Professors came forward one by one and sat at the high table. Aisen moved one seat to the right, sitting next to Professor Snape. Finally, Dumbledore and the other two Headmasters sat in the middle.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and
— honored guests!" Dumbledore stood, waiting for the Great Hall to gradually quiet down, then said with a smile, "It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that you will feel comfortable and happy here."
A Beauxbatons girl whose head was wrapped in a scarf let out a scoff, which caused dissatisfaction among many Hogwarts girls.
"The Triwizard Tournament will begin
—" Professor Dumbledore said with a smiling face, completely unaffected.
But he had only spoken half his sentence when everyone saw a bright, fiery red light, as bright as day, flashing and appearing out of thin air in front of Professor Dumbledore.
"It's Fawkes, Dumbledore's pet!"
"It's a Phoenix, I've never seen one anywhere else!"
The Little Wizards cried out, and many of them showed curious expressions.
Aisen's eyes flickered. He saw that after it had extinguished the flames all over its body, it stood on Dumbledore's shoulder, then lowered its head and leaned towards Dumbledore's ear, seemingly saying something.
The Little Wizards below began to whisper, and even the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang looked at Dumbledore curiously.
They saw that Dumbledore's earlier smiling face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of sadness, which then quickly returned to calm.
"The Triwizard Tournament will officially begin after the feast. I now invite everyone to eat and drink to your heart's content, as if you were in your own home," Dumbledore continued.
After that, Dumbledore said a few words to Madam Maxime and Karkaroff, then said something to Professor McGonagall, and then, amidst everyone's surprised expressions, he left through a door behind the staff table.
Did something happen? Why the sudden twist? I just said this year would pass peacefully without anything happening! Aisen watched all this and rubbed his chin.
Just now, when he looked towards Dumbledore, he did hear him say that he had some matters to attend to and would leave the Triwizard Tournament affairs here to Professor McGonagall to preside over.
But what exactly happened, Aisen didn't understand.
"Did something happen?"
"Why did Dumbledore leave now?"
...
The platters on the four long tables were piled high with food, as usual. Perhaps because there were nearly twenty more students, the food today was even more abundant.
But the Little Wizards were curious about Dumbledore's sudden departure.
"Philius, do you know what happened?" Aisen leaned his head forward, and after going around Snape, he asked Professor Flitwick.
"I don't know. Today is an important day. Albus must have something urgent, otherwise he would never leave at this time," Professor Flitwick shook his head.
Creak—
The door behind opened. Aisen turned his head to look and found Hagrid tiptoeing in.
"Where's Professor Dumbledore? Isn't he here?" After sitting down at the staff table next to Professor Flitwick, Hagrid showed a confused expression.
"Maybe he had something urgent to attend to!" Aisenpicked up a glass of clear water, tapped it with his wand, and then raised his glass to signal Hagrid.
"Hagrid, how are the Blast-Ended Skrewts?" A loud shout came from the direction of Gryffindor.
"Ha, they're growing well!" Hagrid immediately replied with a laugh, waving his bandaged hand towards Harry.
"Hagrid, you're injured?" Seeing Hagrid's sorry state, Aisen was somewhat speechless.
"Ah, just a little bit. Those Blast-Ended Skrewts like to eat too much!" Hagrid said with a slight embarrassment, waving his bandaged hand.
Seeing how little Hagrid seemed to care, Aisen almost rolled his eyes.
"Need any help?" Aisen said, pointing his wand at Hagrid's injured hand.
"Really? Thank you so much, Professor Aisen!" Hagridlooked over with a surprised expression.
Aisen extended his wand and tapped Hagrid's injured hand. A faint white light appeared and then soaked into Hagrid's arm. In just five seconds, Hagrid's injuries were completely healed.
"That's really amazing, Professor Aisen!" Hagrid tore off the bandage on his hand and squeezed his fist hard.
Aisen smiled and said nothing. However, speaking of it, he still admired Hagrid quite a bit for being able to breed magical creatures like Blast-Ended Skrewts.
You know, when Blast-Ended Skrewts are just born, they are only six inches long, about fifteen centimeters, and look just like a mantis shrimp. But these things grow very fast. They can reach a length of nearly one meter in two months and three meters within two years.
It must be said that in the field of magical creature research, Hagrid is definitely an expert among experts.
Wow—
A sudden commotion came from the Little Wizards, attracting the attention of many people.
Aisen glanced over and saw a Beauxbatons girl with silver hair extending to her waist appear beside the Trio. She had a pair of deep blue eyes, and when she smiled, her teeth were exceptionally white and even.
Is this Fleur Delacour, the one with Veela blood? Glancing around, Aisen noticed that many Little Wizards were staring at her with red faces.
Harry pushed a plate in front of Delacour. After Delacourpicked up the plate, she turned and went back to the Ravenclaw table.
"Oh my goodness, look—" A voice came, making the Little Wizards shift their gaze to the other side of the long table. They saw two figures walking slowly over.
"That's Percy Weasley!"
"I heard he works at the Ministry of Magic—"
"Your information is outdated. He's already the Acting Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation!"
"That's right, the Weasley family is going to regain the glory of a pure-blood family!"
...
The Little Wizards became noisy. Feeling this extraordinary atmosphere, Aisen noticed that Percy stood tall and straight, with a serious expression, putting on quite a pose.
In a moment, the two figures came to the Professors' table and sat down next to Madam Maxime and Karkaroff, respectively.
"Organizing and participating in such a large event will make Percy's resume much more impressive," Sirius, who was nearby, suddenly said, his tone full of emotion.
"Yes, it's hard to imagine that he was still a Gryffindorstudent just a year ago," Professor Flitwick said, looking at Percy with admiration.
Time slowly passed. When the Little Wizards had cleared their plates, Professor McGonagall stood up and extended her hands to signal.
"The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin. I will now make the introductions," Professor McGonagall said, giving a rare smile. "This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic. And this gentleman, whom you should all be quite familiar with, is Mr. Percy Weasley, Acting Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."
The Little Wizards below applauded enthusiastically, especially when Percy was introduced. Most of them knew he was a Hogwarts graduate from last year, so the vast majority were amazed by his achievements.
"That's amazing, I've decided, tomorrow I'm going to the Library—"
"The Library?"
"To look for a book called 'How Prefects Gain Power'. I heard Percy Weasley liked reading that book the most when he was at school!"
"Is that why he became the Acting Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation?"
"Maybe so!"
"Then you'll have to become Head Boy/Girl first—"
...
Clearly, being introduced by the school's Deputy Headmistress and former teacher on such an occasion was definitely a highlight moment in Percy's life.
Chapter 267: Oh, The Champion Selection! (Part 1)
Bagman smiled and nodded slightly at everyone, while Percy remained stern, seemingly wanting to show his authority.
"For the past few months, they have been working diligently to arrange the Triwizard Tournament," Professor McGonagall continued. "Now, they will form the judging panel with Professor Dumbledore, Karkaroff, and Madam Maxime to evaluate the champions' efforts!"
Hearing this, Aisen's face showed understanding. Since Professor McGonagall said that the judging panel would be composed of Dumbledore and others, it meant that the urgent matter Dumbledore encountered might not take too much time.
Otherwise, Dumbledore would definitely have entrusted this important task to Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Filch, please bring out the box!" Professor McGonagall gestured towards a corner of the Great Hall.
It was only then that the quieted Little Wizards noticed that Filch, who had been much more irritable in recent days, was lurking in the corner.
Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Filch walked towards Professor McGonagall, holding a wooden box inlaid with jewels.
"This year's events for the champions have been carefully reviewed," she said slowly as Filch carefully placed the box on a table in front of Professor McGonagall.
Aisen looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione and saw that everyone was holding their breath, staring eagerly at Professor McGonagall.
"...There will be three champions, representing the three schools, participating in the competition... After the three events, the champion with the highest score will receive the Triwizard Cup. And the one responsible for selecting the champions is the most impartial judge - the fire goblet!"
Professor McGonagall's words revealed a lot of information. Then, she tapped the wooden box Filch had brought three times, opened the lid, and took out a rather rough-looking goblet from inside.
The goblet was extremely old and unremarkable, like an antique, but all the Little Wizards were still drawn to it. This was because above the goblet, a cluster of blue flames was constantly rolling and leaping, making it exceptionally eye-catching.
Professor McGonagall took out the fire goblet and placed it on the closed wooden box so that everyone could see it clearly. She then continued to explain the process by which the fire goblet would select the champions.
"So it's the impartial judge for selecting champions, no wonder Fred and George couldn't find anyone all this time!" Ron whispered in Harry's ear.
"They can't cheat now, listen, you have to write your name and school name on a slip of paper, and the fire gobletwill automatically choose the champions," Harry said excitedly, looking at the blue-glowing fire goblet.
"Ah, yes, and you have to draw a seventeen-year-old age line around it!" Ron put his arm around Harry.
Professor McGonagall was still speaking, but when Ronsaw Fred and George, he noticed that they didn't show any signs of disappointment.
"Finally, I want to solemnly remind you that the Tournament is not a game. Once you put your name in, if you are chosen as a champion, it means you have entered into a contract that cannot be broken. Therefore, please think carefully before you act."
When Professor McGonagall finished saying all this, the entire Great Hall instantly erupted.
"Are you going to sign up?"
"You want to bypass the seventeen-year-old age limit?"
"It's simple, right? Ageing Potion can handle everything!"
...
The Little Wizards eagerly looked at the fire gobletplaced on the table, chattering about how to put their names in.
"Hmm, it won't be peaceful tonight!" Aisen shrugged and said lightly, looking at the posture of the Little Wizards.
"Exactly, I bet those students will sneak in to sign up tonight," Black echoed, staring blankly at the fire goblet.
"Alright, students, hurry back to bed!" Professor McGonagall said loudly, starting to maintain order.
The Little Wizards chattered and then filed out, heading towards their respective common rooms. Aisen nodded slightly, then stepped down from the Professor's table and stood outside the age line in front of the fire goblet, quietly watching it.
Speaking of which, no one knew the criteria by which the fire goblet selected champions. For example, there were no exams or tests to screen participants. Selecting someone just based on a name sounded quite bizarre.
However, recently, after delving deeper into the influence of emotions on magic and conducting research, Aisen had a guess.
What kind of person someone is can be judged by how others evaluate them. And this judgment, whether through discussion or mention, carries subjective emotions.
So, could the fire goblet, when judging whether a person can become a champion based on their name, do so through a kind of magic that senses the emotional feedback from the outside world regarding that name?
For example, Cedric from Hufflepuff was indeed a very excellent student at Hogwarts School. Therefore, when others talked about him, most people might have carried emotions like admiration or liking.
Then, the fire goblet might judge whether he met the selection criteria for a champion based on this kind of positive emotional feedback.
To be honest, Aisen thought this speculation was quite likely. As for the exact selection criteria, he was not sure.
"Professor Aisen!" Hermione's voice came, and Aisencollected his thoughts and turned to see that the Triowere standing nearby and had not left.
"What's wrong? Want to try putting your names in?" Aisen teased, seeing the joyful expressions on the Trio's faces.
"Of course not, we're not seventeen yet!" Hermione's face turned red as she quickly shook her head.
"Where are they staying?" Ron said, pointing towards the entrance hall. "I mean, the representatives from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons."
Aisen looked outside and saw that Karkaroff and Madam Maxime had already left the Great Hall with their students and were walking towards the outside of the Castle.
"The Beauxbatons representatives will sleep in their carriage, and the Durmstrang representatives will sleep in their ship!" Aisen's lips curved slightly. "Alright, let's go, practical training tonight!"
After returning to his office, he cast the Dream God Spellto pull the Trio into the Dream World. After a session of practical training, Aisen waved his hand and let them leave.
The next morning, when Aisen arrived at the Great Hall, he found the Little Wizards noisily gathered in the center of the entrance hall, chattering continuously about something.
Coming to one side of the main door and leaning against the wall, Aisen quietly watched everything happening in the entrance hall. At this moment, he saw a thin golden line drawn on the floor in the middle of the entrance hall, dividing the fire goblet placed on the Sorting Hat stool in the center.
Clearly, the matter of signing up for the Triwizard Tournament had piqued the interest of all the Little Wizards.
"Professor Aisen, has anyone put their name in yet?" The Trio came from the direction of the Great Hall. Seeing Aisen, Ron asked in an eager tone.
"I haven't seen anyone, but someone is getting ready to put theirs in!" Aisen said with a half-smile, pointing at the three figures standing outside the golden line.
"Are they going to do it in front of everyone?" Hermionelooked in the direction Aisen pointed and then said in shock. Harry and Ron also looked and saw the Weasley Twins and Lee Jordan each holding a bottle, grinning as they looked around, their faces showing eagerness.
"If it were me, I'd definitely throw my name in last night when no one was around," Harry said, his eyes revealing a look of eagerness. "How embarrassing if the fire gobletcrumples your name up and throws it out!"
"Hey, Harry, Ron!" Before Ron could say anything, Fredseemed to have spotted the Trio and waved to greet them. As he spoke, he came over to them and patted Harry and Ron hard on the back.
"Ha, you guys want to try too!" George looked at Harryand Ron excitedly. "Don't worry, we're only a few months short, just one drop is enough."
"That's right, we'll set an example for you!" Fred said, then exchanged glances with George and Lee Jordan. He unscrewed the bottle, drank a drop of Ageing Potion, then screwed the bottle shut and handed them to Harry and Ron respectively.
Making a strange face at the Trio, Fred and Georgechuckled and walked towards the fire goblet. The Trioheld the remaining Ageing Potion. They wanted to say something but just opened their mouths, then silently stuffed the bottles into their pockets.
"Hey, Hermione, here's yours, do you need it?" Harryhanded one of the bottles to Hermione.
Hermione glared at Harry, then snorted coldly and turned her head away from him.
Chapter 268: Yo, Champion Selection! (Part 2)
Seeing Hermione's stance, Harry and Ron exchanged glances and couldn't help but look at each other.
However, their personalities were different from Hermione's. After a slight moment of guilt, they focused their attention on Fred and George.
Watching their eager movements, Harry's heart couldn't help but quicken. At the last minute, he didn't know if Fred and George would succeed.
But if they could succeed, should he throw his name in? As soon as he thought of this, Harry felt his whole body trembling. That was - unprecedented excitement!
"So, are you ready?" Fred looked excitedly at George, "Come on, let's go in first!"
Watched by the Little Wizards, Fred and George each pulled out a piece of parchment with their names and school names written on it from their pockets, and walked straight to the edge of the age line.
Then, the two looked at each other, smiled, and tiptoed like divers diving, stepping across the golden line in one go.
Wow--
The Little Wizards instantly cheered - everyone thought the Weasley Twins had succeeded, and they themselves thought so too. The two brothers excitedly shouted and were about to throw the slips into the fire goblet.
But almost at the same time, the Little Wizards only heard a hissing sound, and then saw Fred and George, as if caught by a Giant and thrown away at will, were directly bounced beyond the golden line.
Ouch--
The two brothers fell to the ground, rolled seven or eight times, and let out painful groans.
Pop, pop--
After a series of popping sounds, the faces of the two brothers Fred and George suddenly became old, and even a long white beard grew on their chins, which was very comical.
Hahahahaha--
Including Aisen, the Great Hall instantly erupted in laughter. Even Fred and George, after getting up and seeing each other's appearance, couldn't help but laugh.
"Hmm - Fred, George, I think you look old enough now, why don't you try again, maybe you can get in!" Aisenwalked over from the wall, sized up their comical appearance, and couldn't help but tease.
"That's right, Professor Aisen makes a lot of sense!" Lee Jordan grinned and tugged at the beards on the twins' chins, seemingly eager to see them make fools of themselves again.
Immediately, Fred and George looked at Aisen with mournful expressions, as if all of this was Aisen's prank.
"Alright, don't stay here, I think you need to go to Madam Pomfrey's!" Aisen patted the two brothers on the shoulder, "Don't worry about growing like this, believe me, there are others there to accompany you. Miss Fordyce from Ravenclaw and Mr. Summers from Hufflepuff are also there."
Lee Jordan grinningly pulled the two brothers Fred and George to the hospital wing.
Turning around, seeing the Trio still laughing, Aisenstepped forward and waved: "How about it, Harry, Ron, aren't you going to try!"
"Uh, let's not, we don't want to grow beards!" Harry and Ron exchanged glances and quickly waved their hands.
"I knew all along that Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall would have thought of this!" Hermione looked at the two with a triumphant expression.
Originally, there were still many Little Wizards eager to try and throw their names in by cheating. But perhaps because the Weasley Twins' failed attempt was too obvious, many Little Wizards gave up on the foolish idea of getting around the age restriction.
The Little Wizards entered the Great Hall for breakfast, but some were reluctant to leave, eagerly watching people from the other two schools line up to put the slips with their names and schools into the fire goblet.
The flames rising from the cup quickly burned red, splashed out sparks, and then quickly turned blue again.
"Where are the people from our school? Haven't they signed up yet?" Seeing the Beauxbatons prospective champions successfully enter the age line one by one, a Little Witch asked eagerly.
"Warrington got up early this morning and successfully put his name in!"
"Come on, we can't let a Slytherin become the Hogwartschampion."
"Look, they're coming! It's Cedric from Hufflepuff, and Angelina from Gryffindor--"
A group of Little Wizards cheered excitedly.
The two came to the fire goblet one after another, put their names into the fire goblet, and showed expectant expressions on their faces. Subsequently, the flames burned violently and turned red, and then returned to normal. This meant they had successfully put their names in.
Wow--
The Little Wizards immediately cheered. Cedric had a smile on his face, while Angelina grinned, somewhat shyly waving at the Little Wizards.
After eating, Aisen watched by the fire goblet for a while and found that there were still some Little Wizardsgathered there. Then, he turned and left, going to the Library on the second floor.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, Aisen came to the Great Hall to attend today's dinner. The champions from the three schools would also be selected tonight.
Arriving at the Great Hall and sitting at the Professor's table, Aisen was surprised to find Professor Dumbledore's figure reappearing. Judging from his expression, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
In addition to the Hogwarts Professors, Ludo Bagmanand Percy Weasley also came here.
His gaze swept over the constantly fluttering bats on the ceiling and fell on the Little Wizards whispering to each other, and Aisen nodded imperceptibly.
The fire goblet had been moved from the entrance hall to the Great Hall. The Little Wizards were whispering while looking at the fire goblet, seemingly very much looking forward to who would become the champion next.
"Professor Dumbledore, nothing happened last night, right?" Glancing at the several Professors laughing nearby, Aisen asked softly.
"Hmm, don't worry." Professor Dumbledore looked at Aisen and said with a smile, "However, don't forget, come find me after the feast. I have something to tell you."
"Oh--, okay!" Aisen raised his eyebrow slightly, pondered, and nodded.
Time slowly passed, and the Beauxbatons teachers and students and the Durmstrang teachers and students walked in from the main entrance of the Great Hall and were arranged in some empty seats.
Seeing Hagrid in a furry brown suit, matched with a yellow and orange checkered tie, and his hair slicked back, Aisen was instantly shocked.
He followed behind Madam Maxime from Beauxbatons, blushing as he walked through the aisle, and after arriving at the Professor's table, he seemed to be still savoring something, with a dazed look in his eyes.
To be honest, this getup was really not suitable for Hagrid. Aisen wanted to remind Hagrid or say something, but he opened his mouth and then gave up.
Forget it, you are not a fish, how do you know the joy of a fish!
However, the perfume Hagrid was wearing was too awful. Frowning, Aisen quietly cast an improved Bubblehead Charm on himself, and then began to eat and drink heartily.
"Aisen, who do you think will be the Hogwartschampion?" Black tapped the plate with his knife and fork, looked at the surrounding Little Wizards, and then threw the topic to Aisen.
"That's hard to guess. I think the students who signed up from Hogwarts are all excellent." Aisen lightly shook the fork in his hand, pretending to be in thought, and then slowly said.
Aisen felt that there was no need to guess about this kind of thing in his own school, as the champion would be selected in a little while anyway.
"However, I think the champion from Durmstrang school should be Viktor Krum!" Changing the subject, Aisentalked about Krum from Durmstrang.
"Oh--, does Aisen have any basis for that?" Professor Flitwick on the side became interested and couldn't help but interject.
"Cough cough--, I can't say it's a basis, as you know, Krumis a member of the Bulgarian Quidditch national team. That alone is enough to show how excellent he is." Aisentook a sip of orange juice and said unhurriedly, then pointed downwards, "Look, many Little Wizards regard Krum as an idol, don't they?"
Several Professors looked in the direction Aisen pointed and found that many Little Wizards were staring at Krum. If the feast hadn't already started, many people would probably have gone to ask for autographs or something.