Chapter 244

When the sun rises outside the window, it will sprinkle a warm light on the earth. The pleasant climate dissipates the cold in the past and puts a golden coat on Hogwarts castle.

In the conference room next to the auditorium, the sun obliquely penetrated the window and filled the emptiness here.

Of course, this is an emptiness that belongs to Maka alone - because he has no family at all.

Hibiscus's sister, Gabriel Delacour, took her mother's hand, flashed her big watery eyes in the sun, and stared at the "Maka" standing alone by the window and bathed in the rising sun.

From Gabriel's perspective, "Maka" happened to block the rising sun, so that she could hardly see each other's expression.

All she could see was the outline of a teenager outlined by the bright sunrise.

"Oh - the wind is so noisy today!"

An inexplicable sigh came gently from the direction of the sun, accompanied by a warm spring breeze and the messy hair blown by the wind... The sigh was ethereal like clouds and smoke, but with some inexplicable dignity.

“……”

Gabriel pursed her mouth and remained silent for a moment. Then she suddenly let go of her mother's hand and took a brave step forward.

"Mr. McLean, the wind itself is silent!"

The skirt corner at the girl's feet fluttered slightly, rippling layer after layer.

Marca's face froze, but then calmed down again.

"Cough..." he cleared his throat, ignoring the girl's solemn correction, "... But the wind seems to be sobbing..."

"Mr. McLean!" Gabriel looked at him with pure eyes and said seriously, "the wind won't cry!"

Furong quickly reached out and pulled her, and then looked at "Maka" with some strange eyes with her mother - in fact, Furong was just confused, but the sisters' mother frowned slightly.

"Gabriel, don't talk to strange people," she whispered in French, taking her little daughter's hand again.

Unfortunately, now this "Marca" really understands French.

His face flashed a moment of embarrassment, but he immediately stretched his face and tried to maintain the coquettish surface image.

"Marca?"

Before the three of dracur's mother and daughter could continue to say anything, Hermione suddenly spoke

"... Marca, won't you go together?" she waved. "Well... It's rare that my father and mother have come. Let's go outside and enjoy the sun? HMM... and the... 'noisy' wind?"

"Miss Granger, there is no wind... Um..."

Gabriel's mother simply covered her daughter's mouth - she didn't understand. Were these warriors angry bards one by one? Nothing. What are you talking about here?

However, the "Maka" standing against the wind in the sun seemed to be scratched to the itch at once, and the color difference of surprise on her face could not be concealed.

"Well..." he adjusted his expression and suddenly turned back to Hermione. "Let's go! Before the wind brings some bad things into Hogwarts!"

But just then, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and Ron hurried in.

Didn't he go to the exam? How did you show up here?

"Marca!" Ron leaned on his knees, panting, "no! I -" he swallowed the water with difficulty, "... My crucible leaks again! Can you lend me yours?"

Maka paused, took a deep breath, and then gave a stiff head.

"... yes, of course," he said, turning to Ron in a deeply resentful tone, "but I want to tell you one thing first --"

"There are many second-hand crucibles in the scrap shop in diagonally lane, all of which are sold at half price... Why don't you buy two more to prepare?"

The wind in June is not so noisy. The crucible, whether full price or half price, will leak when it's time to leak.

Incidentally, one unimportant thing - British potato chips are really terrible!

……

The whole day today was spent in peace - at least for the warriors and their parents and elders.

Lockhart, disguised as Marca, hasn't tried to attract the little girl's attention since he stumbled in the conference room.

"What's the matter with girls now? Remember when many young girls liked this kind of literary and artistic bard fan er?"

On the slope lawn by the lake, Lockhart sat on the ground, slightly closed his eyes and muttered in confusion

"Do you mean... I'm out of date?"

It was not until the sun set that he was called to the auditorium to enjoy the last dinner before the game.

Ludo bagman and cornelli fudge sat at the teaching desk. Bagman looked very happy, but cornelli fudge, sitting next to Mrs. maxim, grimaced and said nothing.

Mrs. Maxim buried herself in her dinner. Her eyes seemed a little red, and Hagrid at the other end of the table always looked at her.

The dinner was richer than usual, but the warriors didn't eat much, because everyone was nervous now, including Lockhart disguised as Marca.

When the enchanted ceiling changed from blue to dark purple, Dumbledore stood up behind the teaching staff, and the crowd immediately quieted down.

"Ladies and gentlemen... In five minutes, I'm going to invite you to the Quidditch stadium to watch the last event of the top three competition! Now, please follow Mr. bagman and go to the playground to get ready."

All four warriors stood up. Everyone's expressions are different - Hibiscus seems to be hesitant, while "Marca" hangs her eyes and is slightly distracted. Hermione is better, but our Mr. Potter is the most nervous.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" bagman asked as they walked down the stone steps. "Are you confident?"

"Oh, yes," said Harry.

Of course, he was dealing with it casually. He kept reviewing the spells he had practiced in his mind - they all remembered, but it didn't make him feel better.

On the other side, Maka, who had been lowering her eyes, suddenly raised her head with a trace of firmness hidden in her eyes.

When they walked into the Quidditch stadium, they found that everything here had become completely unrecognizable.

A wide circular platform was built on the original Quidditch court, completely covering the previous huge hole with the lawn.

In the center of the circular platform, a disk-shaped shallow pit was pulled out, surrounded by four and a half man high gray stone columns.

At the top of the stone pillar, there are a bottle of transparent medicine with different color powder particles - is that flyer powder? But why are there so many colors?

The whole site looks like an empty altar, and the four warriors are undoubtedly the candidates for sacrifice.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the surrounding stands.

Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was full of excited words and chaotic footsteps.

The sky is now a clear dark blue, and the stars are gradually emerging. They always flicker, like countless pairs of eyes, watching everything here.

Professor Hagrid, Professor Moody's, Professor McGonagall and Professor flavy entered the playground and came to bagman and several warriors. Their hats were decorated with bright red stars - except Hagrid, whose red star was behind his thick flannel vest.

"We will be here all the time," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties, want help or decide to abstain, use the fire curse to light the powder in the bottle, and we will have someone to help you. Do you understand?"

"Professor, is that flyer powder?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "yes, it's the flying road powder specially customized for this project. When they are lit, the flying road network node fixed in the bottle will trigger the magic flame on the ground and connect the flying road network route between the two places."

"... however, this special flyer powder is very expensive and can only be used once. Please judge the timing carefully, okay?"

The warriors nodded together.

"OK, you go and light the magic flame of random transmission!" bagman said happily to the four rescuers.

"Good luck, Marca, Harry, Hermione."

Hagrid whispered, and the four men went to the "altar" in the middle and stood by the four pillars. Then Professor McGonagall took out a handful of floorpan and sprinkled it on the shallow depression.

Suddenly, a flame suddenly rose high, turning it into a bright green campfire.

At this time, bagman pointed his wand at his throat and said "loud voice", so his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last competition of the top three competition is about to begin! Let me report the current score! The current leader is Marca McLean - 88 points, ranking first temporarily, demstrom School of witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Applause and cheers are not many, but they are not few - many students who like Maka are clapping hard, breaking the silent night sky.

"The second place is Harry Potter - 73 points, Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry!" there was another round of applause, and the home advantage gave him more encouragement.

"Hermione Granger - 64 points, third, Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Compared with Harry, Hermione received much less applause. After all, Harry's legendary experience doomed him to add a lot of points in others' hearts.

"Finally fourth, Furong Delacour - 62 points, busbarton School of witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Only Mrs. Weasley, bill and Ron could be identified by standing in line and politely clapping for hibiscus, except for the students in busbarton.

Of course, there is also Mrs. Maxim with a stuffy face. She seems to think that there must be some problems that Furong is two points lower than Hermione!

At this time, bagman suddenly raised his voice and raised his hand in high spirits.

"Now... Mr. McLean, please listen to my whistle!" he shouted. "Three... Two... -! Let's go to the devil's flame!"