I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The school league begins its first program in November.

The students at Hogwarts are a little shocked from the beginning by coming from a foreign school.

In the library, all kinds of faces gathered together, frantically flipping through the knowledge from Hogwarts.

Especially the mysterious Eastern power, everyone read a large number of books without changing their expressions.

It’s as if these are just their daily homework.

"What are they doing?"

A Gryffindor student opened his mouth. His name was Denis Creevey.

The elder brother is Colin Creevey.

That's right, he was Harry's fanboy and later the royal photographer during the siege of the Saints.

Colin is now a contract photographer for the Daily Prophet.

Dennis is confused by students from other schools.

"The first project of the school-level league is the storage of magical knowledge," said a wise Ravenclaw girl. "And this knowledge is most likely to be exposed to the students of this school, so they have to pay attention to the school library during this period. Carry out starvation-style nourishment.”

"So that's it." Dennis was eye-opening.

There are three categories of school-level leagues.

Magic knowledge storage, magic skills application, Quidditch Magic Star Cup.

There is almost no upper limit to the magical knowledge reserve, and it is possible to pass the test on all subjects related to Hogwarts.

Whether it was Care of Magical Zoology or Herbology, anything that might appear in a quiz was greedily taken in.

In the courtyard, a wizard can be seen drawing out his wand to cast a spell.

The flying magic made the students passing by frightened.

Especially the students of Wagadu, these people have little dependence on the wand. Sometimes they get impatient and just throw away the wand and start casting spells without a wand.

The busiest time in Hogwarts is eating.

There are all kinds of things in the large auditorium.

I heard that various schools bring their own chefs or house elves.

The food at Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School makes people say, "The Witch King is here!" Before seeing the thing called Maoxuewang, Dennis always thought that no one in the world except vampires would eat blood.

But after taking a bite, the hot taste made his lips turn red soon.

What followed was a crazy show-off that couldn't stop.

The only problem is that I don’t know why the food at Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School is very weird.

Every time Dennis saw the kind lady in the cafeteria pick up a spoon, his heart beat at the same speed as the other person's spoon.

The greatest interest of Principal Bailey of Castrobushe is to provide barbecue and yerba mate to people from other schools. Every time he eats, he will hold the barbecue and knife with a huge fork in one hand and go to every empty plate to cut it. A big piece of meat.

Slughorn drank the frothy mate tea, and frowned every time, "This tastes so weird."

Another centenarian principal nodded in approval and poured himself a glass of vodka.

Dennis meets a new friend, a seventh-grade student at the Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School.

"My name is Dennis Creevey."

Dennis shook hands with the man, not sure he understood the English.

He underestimated the power from the mysterious East. As soon as the boy opened his mouth, he spoke a standard English model from the northeastern region of a certain country.

"Hello." Chen, who had a lot of meat in his mouth, shook hands hurriedly, and hurriedly stuffed a piece of garlic into his mouth.

Dennis was certain that this man was definitely not a vampire.

"If you eat meat without garlic, the flavor will be half as bad."

After swallowing the meat, Classmate Chen grabbed a hand of ancient prose.

"My surname is Chen, and my name comes from an ancient oriental poem, Chaoci Baidi Caiyunjian."

Dennis barely understood and asked, "So your name is Chen Caiyun?"

"No," Classmate Chen shook his head and said deeply, "My name is Chen Chaoci."

Dennis: "..."

Well, Orientals had weird names that were confusing to Dennis.

But there must be something special about the other party coming here. Like the students in Ben Ade, they wish they could live in the library.

Ms. Pince could not drive away the crowd.

"Old Dan, I heard that this is the alma mater of the Witch King. Are you in the same college as him?"

This northeastern English took Dennis a while to digest. He shook his head and said, "He is from Slytherin, that's where he is."

Dennis thoughtfully pointed to the Slytherin table, pointed to the unoccupied seat, and said, "That's the Witch King's seat. Slytherin never lets others sit there."

When Chen Chaoci heard this, his eyes shone, "Oh my God, I must rub my hands on the throne of the Great God!"

Pulling up Dennis, he threw himself at the Slytherin table.

After a while, Chen Chaoci and Dennis squatted in the hall and said melancholy: "Old Dan, you are so ungrateful. You didn't tell me that those guys could beat people."

He grinned, rubbed his bruised eye circles, and said in grief and indignation: "I am a dignified person who has practiced the golden bell in Shaolin Temple, and was beaten by more than a dozen people."

"Are you sure they are wizards?"

Dennis said with lingering fear: "They believe in the supremacy of strength, and they are the strongest group of people in the school who are capable of duels and group fights."

Chen Chaoci's eyes were dull, and you, the cheater, didn't tell you earlier.

The main thing is that Dennis didn't expect that anyone would dare to jump directly at Slytherin. You must know that even Slughorn accidentally bumped into him again, and everyone almost killed him with their eyes.

"Chen, which event are you in?" Dennis became more and more curious about which event Chen Chaoci was a player in.

"I don't care about this project. I just didn't want to be dragged into delivering couriers, so I applied to join the team."

Chen Chaoci complained: "You don't know how many pitfalls this shabby school has. You have to do an internship for a year, just to get an internship certificate."

"If I had known I would have gone to Longhu Mountain, I would have at least learned the Golden Light Spell."

Even though he didn’t know what internship and the Golden Light Spell were, Dennis patted him on the shoulder sympathetically and said, “It’s not easy for you either.”

Just as the two of them were squatting at the door, wondering if Slytherin would chase them out and beat them.

A stocky figure walked into the foyer.

The visitor paused and glanced at the two people holding chicken coops at the door.

Neville was puzzled as to why the painting style of these two students was so strange.

Forget it, there are all kinds of students.

Neville walked into the Great Hall.

The two people who were so absorbed in chatting did not realize that they had missed anything and were still chatting.

Dennis mentioned that he once met the Star Club, and a student from Ben Ade happened to come out.

"The Society of Stars is the legend of Hogwarts," Dennis mused. "It is the Witch King's treasure left in Hogwarts. It appears everywhere."

"The treasure of the Witch King?" Chen Chaoci was full of interest.

Not only him, this sentence was quickly taken back by the Ben Ade student.

And next door to Banad, Durmstrang heard.

Followed by Ilvermorny and Beauxbatons.

Hardly a day passed before everyone knew that there was a secret room left by the Witch King in Hogwarts.

The treasure hunt begins on this night.

Filch's solitary room was almost full of people, including Chen Chaoci and Dennis.

They didn't understand why so many people showed up at their appointed place.

...

November has started to get cold.

The city of wizards does not know the direction, and the wizards are preparing to spend their first winter here.

The Magic Tower is extremely cold due to its structure.

Basil flew in from outside, crossed Tom's head, and stopped on his shelf.

A letter slowly fell on John, who was sitting cross-legged on the freezing cold ground.

John's eyelids moved, and his lowered eyes slowly opened.

He just went to other places in the palace of thinking.

Hogsmeade village had not been moved to the city of wizards, and he saw Hagrid and Ms. Maxim coming out with students on their backs.

However, Ms. Maxim was a little angry because a few feathers of her rune horse were plucked out by Graup.

Hagrid didn't think it was a big deal. From the perspective of his magical animal expert, a few feathers falling off the rune horse would not affect its flight.

The difference between men's and women's thoughts made Hagrid unclear about the reason for Ms. Maxim's anger.

John couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "Hagrid still doesn't understand Ms. Maxim's thoughts."

"You have to at least pull out a few of Grawp's hair. That's called an exchange of equal value."

John felt that his idea was correct and looked at the letter sent. Well, it was from Slughorn.

Most likely, he came to invite himself to Hogwarts.

The first project is less than a week away.

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