Chapter 570
The Chosen One
Chapter 570 The Chosen One
"Okay, relax a little." Bagman smiled and rubbed his hands. "In fact, the chances of reaching the second round are very high, right? Um... Regarding the guidance for the first game, how about you give me some advice, Barty?"
Crouch raised his eyes listlessly, took two steps forward, and said, "The first task is to test your courage, wisdom, and comprehensive magical ability."
"The competition will be held on November 11th. During the competition, warriors are not allowed to request or accept any help from anyone outside the stadium, and are not allowed to carry puppets, anti-curse vests or other magical items..."
Many people glanced at Wade's face, revealing a hint of relief, as if they felt that this would reduce the abilities he could rely on by more than half.
"—your only weapon is the wand in your hand."
"The courage to face the unknown is an important quality of a wizard, so before the game, we will not tell you any clues about the content of the game."
"You will not learn about the second project until the first project is over. In addition, considering the high requirements and long duration of the competition, the warriors will not take the academic year exams."
After he finished speaking, he thought for a moment before saying, "I think that's all...you can go back now."
Everyone turned to leave the hut. As they were about to leave, Wade heard Bagman say in a cheerful voice:
"The main work for today is done, Barty, let's go to Hogsmeade for a drink? I miss Madam Rosmerta's butterbeer!"
"No, there is still a lot of work to do in the department." Crouch flatly refused, and said to Bagman: "Have you contacted Marchionne? The live broadcast of the game..."
The door was closed by Cedric who was left at the back, shutting out the voices of the two men.
The Great Hall was now empty; all students and Hogwarts professors had left, with only the headmasters of the eleven magic schools remaining in the teachers' seats, chatting.
Everyone walked towards their respective principals, discussing something in their own country's language while returning to their resting place.
Seraphia of Ilvermorny complained to Professor Egilbert: "Apart from knowing that half of the people will be eliminated in the first project, I don't know anything else..."
"I know as much as you do, children," said Professor Egilbert. "Whatever difficulties lie ahead, break them! Another thing you can do is this, when it comes to the competition..."
He lowered his voice and spoke in a muttered tone.
"This... isn't a good idea?" Adam, another black-haired boy, said hesitantly.
"This is for the honor of Ilvermorny, children." Agilbert said, "Think about the consequences of failure in this competition... Some principles can be appropriately relaxed..."
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Dumbledore looked at the three students in front of him with a smile and said, "I suggest you go back to the common room... I believe that other students are waiting for you to celebrate together after you return!"
The three of them said nothing, said goodbye to the principal, and walked out of the auditorium together.
"So, we are rivals now?" Cedric said with a smile in the corridor.
Wade shook his head. "From 33 to 16, if possible, of course we'll eliminate the students from other schools first."
"That's good." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Anyway... do your best!"
"That's true. Then——"
Cedric held out his fist, and Harry and Wade looked at each other and bumped their fists. "Come on!" Cedric said with a bright smile, "I hope we can all make it to the finals!"
"Okay!" Harry responded happily.
Vader nodded, his eyes scanning the warm smile on Cedric's face, and remained silent.
Soon the three of them separated, Cedric went downstairs, and Wade and Harry went upstairs.
The staircase was empty, with only the faint snoring of the portraits on both sides. When the two walked by, some of the portraits would suddenly open their eyes and shout:
"The Triwizard Tournament has resumed, and Hogwarts is still the best!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in the painting fell into a deep sleep again.
When everything around him was quiet, Harry was finally able to speak frankly about his thoughts -
"I didn't expect it was really me... Actually, Angelina is very capable. I originally thought I didn't have much of a chance."
Harry showed a hint of trepidation: "Among all the students who have registered for Hogwarts, am I... am I really one of the three strongest students?"
He looked at Wade, who was always determined beside him, and didn't know what answer he wanted to get from him - an objective acknowledgement of Harry's shortcomings, or an affirmation that he did have the ability?
"The Goblet of Fire chose you. It judged that you are qualified. Then you are undoubtedly a warrior."
Wade said: "The cup will definitely take into account the applicant's magical ability, but it cannot be just magical ability. It may also include factors such as courage, determination, perseverance, morality, and psychological quality."
His implication was obvious. Maybe Harry's magic power was not as good as Angelina's, but in other aspects, he received a higher evaluation from the Goblet of Fire, so he became the "chosen one".
Although he didn't know whether this was true or not, Harry felt relieved all of a sudden. He thought for a moment and said:
"Ved, why do I feel... you don't seem surprised at all? About me being chosen as a warrior."
——Because in Wade's cognition, Harry was already one of the warriors.
"Is it any wonder that someone who defeated Voldemort twice was chosen?" Wade said calmly.
Harry said embarrassedly: "You know, the reason why Voldemort disappeared was due to the magic my mother left me, not my own ability."
Wade said: "Money, power, wisdom, appearance, strength, magic... no matter which one you have, it is part of your strength. Fleur Delacour is so beautiful, this will also be her advantage. Do we have to make her ugly in order to make others feel fair?"
Harry chuckled, his shoulders shaking as he laughed, and the uneasiness and confusion between his brows disappeared.
At the fork in the road, the two said goodbye, and Harry walked towards the Gryffindor Tower. Wade looked at the long flights of stairs, some of which occasionally moved twice, and sighed slightly.
A moment later, a falcon flew through the window, flapped its wings, and flew towards Ravenclaw Tower.
When he was flying in the air, he saw a cheetah running around the Black Lake in the distance. Its slender body was almost stretched into a straight line, and every time its hind legs kicked the ground, its entire body would catapulted forward.
That is another kind of freedom on the grassland. When it runs, it seems to be speed itself.
A faint smile flashed in the falcon's eyes, and then he flapped his wings again, flew through the darkness, and landed on the top of the tall tower.
(End of this chapter)