Chapter 350: Fu Loli’S Sense Of Crisis, A Unique Sorting Ceremony

Chapter 350: Fu Loli’S Sense Of Crisis, A Unique Sorting Ceremony

French girls are romantic and bold. Even in front of thousands of people, Fleur expressed her longing for Wayne without reservation.

But at the same time, she was also measured. This occasion was not suitable for the two of them to stay together for too long, so after a few simple words, she took Gabriel, who was pouting, back to Beauxbatons' phalanx.

More boys saw the stunning faces of the two sisters and had an idea in their minds.

Lawrence...you deserve to die!

Fleur ignored those gazes and just held Gabrielle's hand and walked to the back of the team. To a certain extent, she was similar to Cassandra, and she never looked at the thoughts and eyes of passers-by.

Seeing that her sister was still unhappy, Fleur could only coax her patiently: "Wayne has other things to do, can I take you to find him tomorrow?"

"Really?" Gabrielle's eyes flashed.

"Why are you lying to me?" Furong poked the little loli's chubby face with her fair and slender fingers and said angrily.

Gabrielle said expectantly, "Can my sister leave too? I can just stay with Wayne by myself.

"......"

This little heartless guy!

On the other side, Hermione and Qiu's pretty faces had completely turned serious.

They finally understood what Wayne meant when he asked who Delacour was.

This is a one-size-fits-all approach!

Astoria anxiously circled around her sister.

It’s broken, there’s a competing product!

She knows Wayne's XP very well.

White hair, cute.

These two points are the biggest magic weapon for her to be favored, but Gabrielle has both of them, and she also has the advantage of age!

All of a sudden, Fu Loli felt a sense of crisis!

.......

The girls had different thoughts. Wayne had no idea about this. He originally wanted to return to the square, but several principals held him back and refused to let him go. Instead, they discussed some content related to the competition.

They all lowered their voices as much as possible.

As a contributor to the trophy and the main player in promoting the Holy Grail War, Wayne will also be the referee of the game.

However, he does not have the power to score. He is only responsible for supervising whether players have any illegal operations during the game, similar to law enforcement referees.

Halfway through, several principals had disagreements over the use of some magic spells.

Fontana was dissatisfied with the various restrictions made by Dumbledore: "Dark magic is also a manifestation of ability. I think there is nothing that cannot be used, as long as you pay attention to propriety.

"Agilbert, this will give the students a wrong guide." Dumbledore said patiently: "They will mistakenly think that we are supporting the use of dark magic and embark on the path of pursuing power.

Fontana argued with reason: "Everything must have a degree. We can ban the use of black magic that is too evil, but beating it to death with a stick is too biased. What do you think, Professor Zaka?"

Zaka showed his crisp white teeth: "Sorry, I can't answer this question. The definition of black magic in the Black State is different from yours, but I still prefer to ban its use to avoid potential dangers."

"Don't forget, the Triwizard Tournament was terminated because there were too many casualties."

What Wagadu's students are best at is hand-to-hand combat after transformation. If black magic is banned, it will actually be beneficial to him.

Fontana was a little discouraged when he didn't get support, but he immediately looked at Katerina.

"I agree with Professor Fontana." Katerina nodded to him: "Costoris's students never care about the attributes of power, and I will not limit their choices.

Mrs. Maxim hesitated for a moment: "I think everything is fine."

Two votes were in favor, two were against, and one abstained. In the end, there was no result from the discussion. We could only consider it after everyone gathered.

Mrs. Maxim got tired of waiting and complained: "Don't they have any sense of time? It's already half an hour past the agreed time.

Dumbledore was still very patient and comforted softly: "It should be here soon.

Five minutes after he finished speaking, the calm black lake suddenly became rippled and made a loud and strange sound.

There was a commotion in the center of the black lake. Huge splashes rose on the water, forming two large whirlpools. Two masts slowly rose, and then the huge hull.

There was quite a commotion within the phalanx, and people stared unblinkingly at the two ships that suddenly appeared. The first one looked like a sunken ship that had just been salvaged. It was in tatters and had a ghostly and weird look to it.

The second ship was a bit more delicate and compact, and its entire body looked like it was made of white jade, exuding a faint fluorescence under the moonlight.

The two boats sailed toward the lake shore. After a while, they anchored and set up wooden planks. Many people stepped off the boats one after another.

The leaders were two middle-aged men, one wearing a fur cloak and the other wearing a black suit.

"Dumbledore!" the man in the fur cloak called enthusiastically as he walked up the slope: "My dear old man, how are you?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Inkalov." Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff smiled and nodded, and said hello to the other principals. At this time, the man in a suit walked up to Dumbledore, bowed deeply, and said in a cherry blossom accent:

"I'm very sorry! Professor Dumbledore, we encountered a tsunami while crossing the Pacific Ocean, which delayed us for some time."

"Please don't be so polite, Professor Koga." Dumbledore quickly helped him up and asked with concern: "Is the ship damaged? Are the students okay?"

Koga Kotaku's spirit became strong again, and he bent down again: "Everything is intact, thank you for your concern!"

Dumbledore's mouth twitched, but he still helped him up.

It doesn't matter that you always bend down. The key is that you are still short. Every time I help you, I have to bend down. Can't I be considerate of the elderly?

"Viktor, come here and warm yourself up... If you don't mind, Dumbledore, Viktor has a cold.

Karkaroff motioned to one of his students to come forward with a hint of ostentation. The student had a hooked nose and a gloomy face.

No introduction is needed, everyone has already recognized that figure.

The hottest star of this summer vacation has been dominating the front pages of newspapers for a long time - although he was replaced by someone after the game, it is enough for everyone to remember him.

"Oh my God! It's Krum - it's really him!"

"He is actually a student of Durmstrang? Such a powerful seeker hasn't graduated yet?"

"Where's the pen? Where's the notebook? I want to ask him for his signature!"

The crowd was in commotion, the boys were even more excited than when they saw Fleur's face clearly, the girls also screamed, and the smile on Karkaroff's face became more and more proud.

Dumbledore still smiled politely: "The weather in the UK is indeed a bit bad, but catching a cold is not a big problem." He looked at Wayne, who was playing against the Magic Team:

"Mr. Lawrence, you should carry some cold medicine with you, right?"

"Of course." Wayne took out a pocket, rummaged through it, found two bottles of green potion and handed it over.

"One bottle to refresh your mind, two bottles of medicine to cure your illness, but remember to pay."

The smile on Karkaroff's face froze.

He called Krum over just to show off, and he didn't really have a cold.

Suddenly, he remembered the name Dumbledore called just now, and asked with some surprise: "This is..."

"Ah, blame me, I forgot to introduce you." Dumbledore took Wayne's arm:

"Mr. Lawrence, the best student ever at Hogwarts, in a sense - he should be regarded as our 'colleague'

Wayne also smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Professor Karkaroff, just call me Lawrence. If you don't like it, you can call me by my nickname.

"What nickname?" Dumbledore asked curiously: "Why didn't I know you had a nickname?"

The young man showed a shy smile: "My friends on the road like to call me the Death Eater Killer because of their favor. I have only killed so many people. I really deserve it. I deserve it."

The atmosphere instantly cooled down.

Karkaroff's feet weakened and he fell to the ground without being able to stand firmly.

Wayne pretended to be surprised, retracted his outstretched arm, and gave him a weak support.

"Professor Karkaroff, this is our first meeting, so we don't need such a big gift, right?"

"I should, no...I mean I'm too tired after traveling all day." Karkaroff stood up awkwardly and started to speak incoherently.

"Dumbledore, it's too cold outside, let's go in quickly." He hurriedly made an excuse.

"Then let's go." Dumbledore said nothing and led the way.

Madame Maxime secretly gave Wayne a thumbs up and followed behind.

She also didn't understand why Karkaroff became the principal of Durmstrang.

As Britain's 'good brothers', the French had a deep understanding of the turmoil in Britain that year.

Karkaroff is a tainted witness. He only gained freedom by betraying a bunch of companions.

He was also afraid of being retaliated by the Death Eaters who were still outside, so he fled to the north of Europe. As a result, he got better and better and became the principal of Durmstrang.

Wayne was walking on the stone steps, and he suddenly wanted to write a letter to Grindelwald to see what he thought about this matter.

In the auditorium, all ten long tables were finally filled with people.

………………………Please give me flowers…

The two thousand little wizards in Wuyangyang are definitely a grand gathering.

The little badgers are the happiest. Since the guests came, the food at home is getting better and better day by day.

However, tonight, Dumbledore specially urged everyone to quickly resolve the battle. There will be more important things later.

So dinner lasted only half an hour.

While eating, many people still looked at the Beauxbatons table unconsciously. Fleur's charm was so amazing that the girls all looked at her with hostility.

Especially some demon Bo Gang, who almost bent their forks with their movements.

Half an hour later, the auditorium became quiet again.

Dumbledore nodded to Professor McGonagall, and Professor McGonagall stood up and left the auditorium, returning soon after.

Everyone was surprised to find that she still held the sorting hat and a high stool in her hands, which she had obviously prepared.

Dumbledore stood up:

"Welcome, welcome to students and professors from all over the world, your arrival will make Hogwarts shine."

The students of Hogwarts took the lead in applauding, and then several other schools also applauded in a dignified manner.

When the applause ended, Dumbledore said, "The selection ceremony for the Holy Grail War will officially begin this weekend and last for two days. At the dinner on Halloween, we will select the seven most suitable warriors."

"What are the selection criteria?" Ronald whispered, "In just two days, how can they know who is the most suitable?"

"You can think of it, but the professor can't think of it?" Hermione was in a bad mood now and spoke without mercy: "Dumbledore must have considered everything."

"Why are you so angry at me?" Ronald felt very aggrieved: "Isn't it because Wayne has found a girlfriend who is much prettier than you? You should be used to it."

Way to go, warrior.

Harry admires

I looked at Ronald, wanting to imprint his image in my heart forever.

Hermione was trembling with anger, and she swore that if she lent her homework to Ronald again, she would grow two more big teeth!

Dumbledore continued: "In order to ensure the learning progress of students in each school, and to give everyone the opportunity to experience the tradition of Hogwarts, I have specially prepared it for you.

The branching process was completed. "

"In the next year, you will study together with students from the four colleges of our school according to the branch situation, so let's start now!"

Students from the six schools are very interested in this, especially Ilvermorny. They also know that many of the systems in their schools are from the Rubik's Cube Hogwarts. Now they have the opportunity to

They were all very excited to experience the authentic sorting ceremony.

The only thing that makes them feel uncomfortable is the shape of the Sorting Hat...

Several girls glanced at Wayne from time to time.

Professor McGonagall has already started to call the names. Because there are many people preparing to be sorted, she has agreed with the Sorting Hat in advance that she does not need to think too much and only needs to follow his first reaction.

Just decide on the branch.

Therefore, the sorting speed is very fast, and students can be located in more than ten seconds.

Sakura whispered to Tomoyo: "Will we get Hufflepuff?"

"It's difficult..." Tomoyo thought for a while, "With your personality, you should be more suitable for Gryffindor. In my case, maybe Ravenclaw."

"Of course, it is possible for both of us to enter Slytherin. After all, bloodline is the most important thing there."

Wayne had also introduced them to the representative characteristics of the four colleges before.

Sakura felt that what Tomoyo said made sense, but she was still a little reluctant: "It's not necessarily true, even Wayne can be assigned to Hufflepuff, and that hat can be a fool sometimes.

Tomoyo pursed his lips and snickered: "It will be a disaster if Wayne hears you."

Sakura hugged the eldest lady's arm and acted coquettishly: "Then don't tell him."

"It's about your performance?"

In about twenty minutes, Ilvermorny's student team came to an end.

Cassandra is second to last. When it was her turn, Cassandra silently scolded the maker of the hat before taking it on in disgust.

"Hey, little girl, what do you know? This is called art! Boy Lawrence is much more discerning than you, eh? You actually want to go to Hufflepuff, why are you a natural Slater?"

Cassandra was immediately attracted: "You said it was Wayne who transformed you into what you are now?"

"That's right, boy Lawrence and I are good brothers. Let me see...it turns out that's the case."

"Since you want to find him, the final result is..."

The Sorting Hat shouted: "Four Slytherins!"

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