The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Hermione walked to the center of the classroom and stood in the space Moody had just cleared, facing Moody's wand.

"Out of body!" Moody pointed at Hermione with his wand.

After the spell hit Hermione, her body shook, and a strange feeling came to her heart. Hermione felt light and airy, and the anxiety and excitement she had just stepped onto the stage had been swept away, leaving only a white, unexplained joy.

At this time, Hermione had almost entered a state of ecstasy. She was carefree, extremely relaxed, her perception of the outside world was extremely weak, and she was almost completely isolated from the outside world.

At this moment, Moody's voice rang in Hermione's mind: [Hands raised above head...]

Hermione raised her hand smoothly, but then she felt a burning sensation on her wrist. She looked at her wrist with some doubts, but there was nothing there.

【Raise your hands above your head...】

[Why should I do this? What the **** is going on on my wrist? 】

A different voice appeared beside Hermione, refuting Moody.

[Raise your hands above your head! 】

This time Moody's voice was louder, firmer, and more undeniable. The voice behind Hermione also grew louder:

【Do not! I need to figure out what's going on on my wrist first! 】

Two voices intertwined in Hermione's mind, making her ears hurt. The next moment, she felt a pain in her knee. It turned out that she was dizzy due to the noise of the two voices, and finally fell to the floor by accident, her knee almost cracking.

"Okay, very good! This is decent!" The strange feeling in Hermione's mind disappeared, and she could see the students around her again.

"Look at all of you! This is the real tough will, she successfully resisted the Imperius Curse!" Moody pointed at Hermione and praised loudly. The compliments made Hermione blushed with shame. She knew very well that it had nothing to do with her own will, and the bracelet on her hand was the biggest contributor.

"Granger, tell me how you did it." Moody planned to let Hermione share her advanced experience, which made Hermione sit directly on the wax. He hesitated to express his doubts in his heart.

"Well, asking more and thinking more is also the way to deal with the Imperius Curse, next!" Moody obviously felt that Hermione was talking nonsense. It's like asking a scholar why he did well in the exam. Everyone knows that it is talent and hard work. Knowing is easier than doing, and there are many people who understand the big truth, and only a few people succeed in the end.

Moody felt that Hermione was still able to resist the Imperius Curse, in the final analysis, because her will was strong enough.

Even with Hermione setting an example and sharing her experience, none of the students who came on stage could resist Moody's Imperius Curse.

Moody looked at the group of unsatisfactory little wizards and sighed. Except for Hermione Granger, none of the little wizards in this room could get into his eyes.

He had already lowered the Imperius Curse's control, and as a result, no one but Hermione could break free from his control - let alone control, there was no sign of resistance, and everyone was as serious as a good baby in the face of his orders. implement.

This made Moody wonder whether to laugh or cry: With such a level, how will he face the dark wizard in the future?

Moody is still a little out of touch with reality. He doesn't have an accurate understanding of the strength of the little wizards at Hogwarts. The group of little wizards in front of him were all born in a peaceful era, without the baptism of war, they were all very tender. Expecting them to resist the Imperius Curse is really difficult for some strong men.

It looks like it can only come a few more times, Moody's thinking in his heart. He intends to let the little wizards experience the Imperius Curse a few more times to exercise his willpower. It would be even better if he can exercise the ability to resist the Imperius Curse.

"Tom Yodell." He kicked the little wizard who was spinning in circles, and then called out the next name on the roster. Looking at the name, Moody's normal eyes narrowed slightly: he had an impression of this name, and he made a name for himself in the World Cup finals.

I don't know how such a person would behave? Moody raised his wand expectantly: "Out of the body!"

Imperius can be dodged, and can also be bounced back by protective spells, but in order to experience the feeling of being hit by Imperius, Tom insisted on doing nothing and stood there and received an Imperius.

Then Tom understood what fluttering was.

However, when Moody gave the order, Tom's wrist also felt a burning sensation. The hot and irritating Tom's right eye changed directly into a slender snake pupil, and then a wonderful thing happened: Tom The sight of the two eyes is completely different.

What ordinary eyes see is the empty and foggy scene, but what Snake Eye sees is the scene of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Tom could see the desks and chairs piled to one side, the classmates around, and Professor Moody with his wand.

He suddenly remembered that he was in class and experiencing the Imperius Curse. When he realized this, Moody's Imperius Curse was automatically lifted, and both eyes saw the same objects again.

With the help of the bracelet and the Intimidation Technique, Tom managed to break free from the Imperius Curse. After returning to normal, Tom lifted the deterrent idea and let the eyes return to their original state. However, the changes in his eyes just now were clearly seen by Moody, who has magic eyes.

Moody frowned subconsciously. It is not a good sign for him that the eyes become snake pupils, because thanks to the blessings of the dark wizards of all ages, the element of snakes is always reminiscent of black magic and Slytherin. But the eyes that were immune to the Imperius Curse, even Moody's first time seeing it, was astonishing.

"Congratulations, you successfully got rid of the Imperius Curse." Despite his worries, Moody verbally commended Tom.

The little wizards all looked at Tom. Not being affected by the Imperius Curse and unlocking the Imperius Curse's control are two different things. Immunity to the effects is already a high-end operation that only Hermione can do, let alone breaking the curse.

For the rest of the time, Moody turned over the little wizards who had never been on stage and let them experience the Imperius Curse. When the last little wizard experience was over, he looked at Tom and Hermione, pursed his scarred lips, and forced a terrifying smile.

"Let's try again!" He intends to intensify his efforts to test the limits of Tom and Hermione.

After waiting for an hour, when the two walked out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, their expressions were a little dazed. However, the benefits are also obvious. In the face of Moody's Imperius Curse, the two can stably break it.

Before the get out of class ended, Moody poured cold water on Tom and Hermione, telling them that he had been pouring water just now, and that he was not a dark wizard. Can't be complacent.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and she murmured, "Does he think we will be controlled by the Imperius Curse at any time?"

"Maybe it is." Tom rubbed his swollen temples.

A week into the school year, Tom and all the other fourth-grade students noticed a marked increase in homework this term compared to last year. In the face of the students' complaints, Professor McGonagall plausibly stated that the fourth-grade wizards are in an important period, the O.W.L. exam is not far away, and everyone must be fully prepared.

What Professor McGonagall didn't say is that the O.W.L. exam will not wait until fifth grade...

This behavior of starting to prepare for the exam a year in advance awakened the painful memories in Tom's DNA, making him want to skip a few classes to heal the wounds in his heart.

Divination classes are still the same, with Professor Trelawney spending a quarter of the class telling the students some wacky things, and a quarter of the time making some tragic prophecies—mostly for Harry's, the rest of the time, most of the time to praise Tom's gift of prophecy, and let him predict something, the last time is for lectures.

As the "red man" in front of Professor Trelawney, Tom was forced to make many predictions. It's a technical job, because Professor Trelawney just wants to see bad things happen, making Tom miserable - not even making up so many disasters! However, the benefits are also obvious. Ravenclaw House has scored a lot in the divination class.

Transfiguration has assigned a lot of homework. Divination class is a monster every day, and other subjects are not idle. Professor Binns assigned a paper; Professor Flitwick asked everyone to study three books to prepare for learning the Summoning Charm; Snape played a very novel trick - he let the students seriously learn how to prepare antidote , and he might poison a student before Christmas to see if their antidote works. This time everyone was in danger, and although Harry of Gryffindor was blocking the gun in front, no one dared to take it lightly.

If there is any class that still has positive feedback, it is Hagrid's class on the protection of magical animals. Since Hagrid adopted Tom's suggestion, his fried tail snail farming business has ushered in a climax.

After being separated and placed, the fried tail snails stopped fighting each other and began to eat seriously. With sufficient nutritional supply, they rose gratifyingly, causing countless students to worry from the bottom of their hearts that they were growing too fast. It started out as just six inches, now it's close to a foot! And their growth rate hasn't slowed down at all!

Fortunately, Tom's little discovery spread like wildfire, so the death rate of the fried tail snails also increased rapidly. The causes of their deaths are varied: some encounter their companions while walking, fight and die together; some are accidentally caught in the aftermath of the fight and suffer internal injuries; some blow up the tail snails, and they end their lives because of excessive melancholy.

Facing the soaring death rate, Hagrid was quite calm.

"It's normal for an animal at the level of the overlord of the food chain to have a high mortality rate of cubs - they can lay hundreds of eggs at a time. If the mortality rate is not high, then Hogwarts would have been captured by the bomb-tailed snails long ago!" Greg said carelessly.

Days go by like this, and in the blink of an eye, it's been two weeks since school started. In the past two weeks, Tom completed the order of the Ministry of Magic anti-curse gloves, and also made Hermione's birthday present. There were so many things that he had accomplished, even when he looked back and took stock of it, he felt incredible.

And the Triwizard Tournament finally kicked off.

Tom returned to the castle that day after his Fantastic Beasts cooking class to find that the foyer was crowded with students.

There is a notice posted high in the entrance hall:

[Triwizard Tournament:

Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive on Friday at 6 p.m., with the afternoon session ending half an hour earlier. At that time, please pack up your personal belongings, gather in front of the castle, and welcome guests from afar, please be sure to wear school robes…]

This news means that the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin.

"Time's running out!" Tom saw Hufflepuff's McMillan squeeze out of the crowd, his eyes shining brightly: "I don't know if Cedric knows, I have to tell him-"

There are many people who have acted like this, and students from various academies are scrambling to tell the news to the senior students in the academy who may become warriors.

But the little wizards of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are obviously going to be a little lost. The most likely warriors in their house—Tom and Harry—are not old enough.

"Do you still want to be a warrior just like Diggory?" Fred said sourly: "I bet, if Harry can participate, there must be no Diggory's share."

Cedric was the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and Fred saw him unhappy for a long time.

"If Harry Potter can sign up, so can our yodel. I think if yodel can sign up, the result will be no suspense."

"In terms of general reason, yes."

"Yordle is great, but Harry isn't bad either, he's the Boy Who Lives!"

"So is there a project to resist the life-threatening curse?"

"…"

Inexplicably, there was a strange atmosphere of comparison in the school. Many Ravenclaw students regretted that Tom couldn't participate in the selection, and then began to compete with students from other colleges in the void, comparing their combat power, and even stepping on one.

This kind of remark made some students in the other three houses feel unhappy, but there is nothing they can do - because Tom does have a famous name but can't participate in the selection.

However, a gossip a few days later completely detonated public opinion: even if you don't become a participating warrior, you can still participate in the hegemony competition - as a level BOSS!

All of a sudden, countless little wizards got excited, secretly gearing up, waiting for their own opportunity.

You must know that there is only one warrior, and the probability of being selected is actually not high, but the probability of joining the assessment project is much higher.

Just like that, the topic of the Triwizard Tournament spread like a plague among the students. No matter where you go, there is only one core topic of discussion: the Triwizard Tournament.

What is the game, who will be the Warriors, what is the difference between the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons...

Finally, the day for the arrival of the other two schools finally came.

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