Lynn is the last person in Hogwarts to know that Xiaomeng exists.

There is also the reason why he has been elusive since the start of this semester. Apart from the first week of school, even Hermione has never seen him again.

Until October 23, there was a public announcement on the information column that day:

Representatives of Ifamoni, Boothbaton and Demstrong will arrive at 6pm on Friday, October 30. The afternoon class will end half an hour early—

Harry and the others were very excited when they saw this announcement because they were having potions class on Friday afternoon, and it was definitely a blessing for every Gryffindor student to end half an hour earlier.

Even after learning to move the phantom, Lynn, who had not appeared in the castle for a long time, appeared in the auditorium at noon today.

"In the past week, Professor Dumbledore asked me to help prepare some things to receive three schools from Hogwarts, so I guess I can't accompany you anymore." Lynn said to Hermione apologetically.

Although Hermione was a little regretful, she didn't care much about this. She was not a little girl who had to stick to her boyfriend all day long.

"It's okay, but now the Trio Championship is about to begin, so you probably won't be out of school all day, right?"

"I've basically finished everything outside, and I'll probably be in school for the rest of the time." Lynn shrugged and said.

Next, people seem to be talking about only one topic - the Triple Championship.

Rumors spread quickly among students, like highly contagious bacteria: who will compete to be the Warriors of Hogwarts, what are the events of the Championship, and what are the differences between the students of Ifamoni, Busbaton and Demstrong?

The castle was being thoroughly cleaned, and several dirty portraits were scrubbed. The people who were scrubbed were very dissatisfied with this. They shrank and sat in the frame, muttering in a coo. Every time they touched the newly exposed pink flesh on their faces, they grinned in pain. Even the armor suddenly became shiny and no longer creaked when they were active.

Among Lynn's friends, Cedric fully meets the requirements for signing up for the Hogwarts Warriors. He does have the intention to sign up, and he is very nervous as time approaches.

"There is nothing to worry about Cedric, you have to believe that among the students over 17 years old, you are the best one. Who else can you choose if the referee who chooses the Warriors is not chosen?"

In the student union's office, Cedric, as executive chairman, completed the acceptance of the results of the work of cleaning Hogwarts, and came to Lynn to report the results. Lynn comforted him.

Cedric shook his head and said, "I don't understand why Professor Dumbledore doesn't try to relax his age conditions so that you can also have the opportunity to participate. In that case, the top three cups will definitely be Hogwarts."

"You are too confident in me," Lynn said casually. "The most famous magic academy in the world gathered in this competition, so there is no saying that you will definitely win the championship."

"No, if it were you, it would be fine!" Cedric said firmly, as he would have much more confidence than himself.

In fact, it is not just Cedric. The mainstream statement about the Warriors in the castle is that if the Warriors were Lynn, then the Final Three Cup would definitely be Hogwarts this year.

On the morning of October 30, when the little wizards went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium was decorated overnight.

There are huge silk banners hanging on the wall, each representing a college in Hogwarts: Gryffindor with a golden lion on the red base, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on the blue base, Hufflepuff with a black badger on the yellow base, and Slytherin with a silver python on the green base.

Behind the teacher's desk was the largest banner, which was on it, with the school badge of Hogwarts: lion, eagle, badger, snake, and snake, and surrounded by a large letter H.

On this day, the air in the castle was filled with a sense of anticipation.

In class, no one was attentive to listen to the class, and everyone was thinking that Ifamoni, Boothbaton and Demstrong's people were coming tonight.

Even the Potions class was not as unbearable as usual, because it was about to end the get out of class half an hour early. When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron and Hermione hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, put down their bags and textbooks as instructed, put on their cloaks, and then rushed down the stairs in two steps to the foyer.

College deans are ordering their students to line up.

"Weasley, put the hat right," Professor McGonagall said to Ron sternly, "Miss Pettier, take away the ridiculous thing from his hair."

Parvati frowned unhappily and took a large butterfly headdress off the tip of the braid.

"Please come with me," said Professor McGonagall. "First-year students are in front... don't be crowded..."

They walked down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle.

It was a cold, fresh evening, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon had already hung over the forbidden forest.

Harry stood between Ron and Hermione, in the fourth row of the straight line, and the professors stood in the last row, not only four deans and Professor Dumbledore, but also Lynn.

Harry secretly looked back at him. Lynn didn't seem to be as nervous as other students. Looking at his performance carefully, he could even find that he seemed a little bored. He was chatting with Snape beside him. Snape didn't seem to care much about him, but every time Lynn said, he would always respond.

"It's almost six o'clock," Ron looked at the watch, looked at the driveway leading to the front door, and whispered in the queue, "How do you think they will come? Take the train?"

"I don't think so," said Hermione.

"How come? A flying broom?" Harry looked up at the starry sky and guessed.

"I don't think it's...from that far away..."

"The door key?" Ron guessed, "or they can phantom--maybe in their place, people under seventeen years old will also allow phantom--"

"There are no phantoms on the Hogwarts venue. How many more times do I have to say to you before you can remember this?" Hermione pondered. "Mr. Weasley said that whenever the wizards gather together in large events, they can't help but show off. I think those three schools should appear in different ways, just like the Quidditch game, where both teams will appear before they appear."

Just as they were chatting in a low voice, Busbaton's representative came!
Chapter completed!