Chapter 358: What is a warrior
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Felix, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape and Moody stood together, Moody leaned on a long cane and spoke loudly to Flitwick.
"It's a pity that Professor McGonagall didn't come, and the four deans only missed her." Flitwick said.
"It's not necessary, Professor Flitwick." Moody said in a deep voice: "We've discussed it in advance, and come over today to join in the fun. I also want to see the performance of these students..."
"Minerva is going to preside over the meeting, Lupin is here, and representatives of the school board must have important people present." Felix understood the reason and replied succinctly.
"Is it a magic lamp?" Moody said, and the magic eye turned to Felix. "The name of the Future World Company, I have heard of it. The Daily Prophet interviewed almost everyone in Diagon Alley. And asked them what they thought of this building that suddenly appeared."
Sprout said: "There is also a light show at the Quidditch World Cup, but it seems to have been robbed of attention by that accidental parade. I wonder if it has been affected?"
"In fact, the impact was not significant. Remus also complained to me that there were too many orders and couldn't do it, so I had to recruit some more people urgently." Felix smiled and said that he was still very satisfied with the development of the future world company.
Several professors were talking to each other, and Snape remained silent, looking far more silent than usual. He was wearing a black robe, with his arms folded in front of him.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was crushed in darkness, some sitting far away on the slope, spreading out a blanket, and taking out all kinds of food, like coming over for a picnic and looking around leisurely.
Felix looked at several professors, "It's almost time, can we start? How about"
"We are here to watch the excitement," Flitwick said sharply. "Dumbledore assigned you to be responsible for the training of the warriors. Your thinking stone basin is the most suitable tool. I can't wait to leave myself. I’m not as good as Dumbledore, I’m going to leave the memory of the year I won the duel championship..."
In the faculty lounge, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of Warrior candidates. In order to make Dumbledore’s assignment of Felix justified, McGonagall took out the memory stone basin to persuade the professors. , But she still remembered the principal’s admonition, only briefly explaining its usefulness. Later, Flitwick took the initiative to approach Felix, asked for the details, and graciously agreed to provide a memory.
Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Felix himself, none of the other professors did this. This actually shows that everyone values their own memories very seriously, and Dumbledore's previous concerns are justified.
Felix leaned slightly, walked to the front, pointed at himself with his magic wand, his voice spread from a distance, as if speaking into a student's ear.
"You should see the content on the bulletin board. Today, we are not selecting the warriors. It is the task of the Goblet of Fire. What we have to do is to select a group of potential people for special training. It is very likely that the last warrior will be From these people. Even if they are not, they will serve as student representatives, receiving teachers and students from the four participating schools and attending exchange activities."
Felix turned his wand casually, "What is a warrior?"
"The Sorting Hat can divide students into four colleges based on a person's most prominent characteristics. You might think, if only there was a'Warrior Hat'..."
The student below laughed lowly.
"...You may also think that I will pick the most powerful student. This must allow you to fight a fight, at least, let you show the magic that you are good at. But I must remind you that the champions The duration is extremely long, which means that latecomers can catch up and the first movers may fall behind at any time.
Strength is not the only criterion to measure, otherwise what we are doing today will be meaningless. "
Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other. When they came, they wondered if they were stronger than whose spells were stronger, but there was actually no uniform standard. Harry is best at disarming spells, but even he knows that professors don't just consider this one spell.
But the professor's words were very different from what they thought. It seemed that they didn't care what they were capable of, which made Harry a little disappointed.
"Several of our professors looked through a lot of information, analyzed past events, and reached some conclusions. One of them can be shared with you, that is, the Warriors often have to face the most difficult difficulties, even far beyond The test of their own abilities, in that case, the slight difference in strength is not that important."
"The champion is not always the strongest. You will find that there are more invisible obstacles hindering your path to victory... So I made a small suggestion, starting from the definition of the warrior itself." Felix stopped his hand and his eyes flickered sharply, "We are back to the question at the beginning, what counts as a warrior?"
He stood up and looked at the crowd with a sense of oppression. When Felix asked this question again, the students felt heavy.
"The warriors do not represent individuals, not a certain college, but a uniform name given by outsiders as Hogwarts students. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch. I would not ask her. Which college is she from, because in my eyes, she is the witch of Vagado."
The expressions of the little wizards became serious involuntarily, and straightened their chests. The candy that a new student handed to his mouth was hanging in the air. They looked left and right, and then put them down. Luna slapped her hands and shook her hat vigorously.
"Since the Warriors represent Hogwarts to fight for honor, I think they should have some unified characteristics."
"Be brave and fearless, with extraordinary courage;"
"Knowledgeable, smart and wise;"
"Honesty and loyalty, firmness and integrity;"
"The goal is firm, calm and self-sustaining."
Felix smiled lightly, "Of course, the above is just good wishes. We are lucky enough to have a word or two on it." Before he knew it, there was a suspicious ball in his hand. Black mist.
He pointed the black mist with his magic wand and let it rise quickly. When it flew to a high altitude close to the ceiling, the black mist fell like a cannonball, dragging a long black smoke, hitting the ground and spreading. Open. The little wizards hurriedly avoided, only to find that the black mist did not extend unlimitedly. When it swelled to more than ten feet, it stopped expanding, but twisted and turned into a looming gate, hanging in the air and off the ground. Six or seven feet, shrouded in black mist.
Under the black gate, seven steps extend out. The surface of the steps is as smooth as a dark mirror, connected to the ground level by level.
"Go in, come out again, get the invitation card, you are selected." Felix said calmly. He looked at Moody on crutches and the professors next to him, smiling and said: "We still Give it to the students here, have a cup of tea together, and discuss the following training by the way."
They didn't have any opinions, and they came together today to express the importance of the school. The selection criteria had been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall was relieved that he did not show up and deal with more important things.
They took a few steps, "That's right," Felix paused, and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have forgotten to add an age limit, students in other grades are actually unnecessary..."
"Don't be so troublesome! Professor Haipu," Moody said with a dumb voice, and clenched the crutches in his hand: "The more forbidden, the more people try. This is my experience this week!"
His false eye turned, retracted into the eye socket, and pointed back with his thumb up. The Weasley twins were peeking at the black gate, only a few steps away. One of them seemed to want to touch the upper steps. ~www.novelhall.com~ Another Weasley noticed that the professors turned around and hurriedly gave him a hand, and they both showed identical smiles.
"You want to test the character of the students. This is a good move. But instead of restricting them to make them unconvinced, it is better to try them one by one, and you can recognize how much you have."
He tapped his wand hard and said in a strong tone: "Not everyone can be a warrior."
Felix looked at Moody, his eyes paused slightly, and said kindly: "You are right, Professor Moody."
They left together, and the students on the scene looked at them, watched them open the door of No. 7 classroom, and walked out one by one. The door closed with a "bang".
After being quiet for a few seconds, the students exploded the pot and stared scorchingly at the black door that hung in the air and was shrouded in black mist. The seven smoothly extending steps seemed to have a strange charm, attracting all their eyes.
"Gudong!"
Harry swallowed.
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Felix, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape and Moody stood together, Moody leaned on a long cane and spoke loudly to Flitwick.
"It's a pity that Professor McGonagall didn't come, and the four deans only missed her." Flitwick said.
"It's not necessary, Professor Flitwick." Moody said in a deep voice: "We've discussed it in advance, and come over today to join in the fun. I also want to see the performance of these students..."
"Minerva is going to preside over the meeting, Lupin is here, and representatives of the school board must have important people present." Felix understood the reason and replied succinctly.
"Is it a magic lamp?" Moody said, and the magic eye turned to Felix. "The name of the Future World Company, I have heard of it. The Daily Prophet interviewed almost everyone in Diagon Alley. And asked them what they thought of this building that suddenly appeared."
Sprout said: "There is also a light show at the Quidditch World Cup, but it seems to have been robbed of attention by that accidental parade. I wonder if it has been affected?"
"In fact, the impact was not significant. Remus also complained to me that there were too many orders and couldn't do it, so I had to recruit some more people urgently." Felix smiled and said that he was still very satisfied with the development of the future world company.
Several professors were talking to each other, and Snape remained silent, looking far more silent than usual. He was wearing a black robe, with his arms folded in front of him.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was crushed in darkness, some sitting far away on the slope, spreading out a blanket, and taking out all kinds of food, like coming over for a picnic and looking around leisurely.
Felix looked at several professors, "It's almost time, can we start? How about"
"We are here to watch the excitement," Flitwick said sharply. "Dumbledore assigned you to be responsible for the training of the warriors. Your thinking stone basin is the most suitable tool. I can't wait to leave myself. I’m not as good as Dumbledore, I’m going to leave the memory of the year I won the duel championship..."
In the faculty lounge, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of Warrior candidates. In order to make Dumbledore’s assignment of Felix justified, McGonagall took out the memory stone basin to persuade the professors. , But she still remembered the principal’s admonition, only briefly explaining its usefulness. Later, Flitwick took the initiative to approach Felix, asked for the details, and graciously agreed to provide a memory.
Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Felix himself, none of the other professors did this. This actually shows that everyone values their own memories very seriously, and Dumbledore's previous concerns are justified.
Felix leaned slightly, walked to the front, pointed at himself with his magic wand, his voice spread from a distance, as if speaking into a student's ear.
"You should see the content on the bulletin board. Today, we are not selecting the warriors. It is the task of the Goblet of Fire. What we have to do is to select a group of potential people for special training. It is very likely that the last warrior will be From these people. Even if they are not, they will serve as student representatives, receiving teachers and students from the four participating schools and attending exchange activities."
Felix turned his wand casually, "What is a warrior?"
"The Sorting Hat can divide students into four colleges based on a person's most prominent characteristics. You might think, if only there was a'Warrior Hat'..."
The student below laughed lowly.
"...You may also think that I will pick the most powerful student. This must allow you to fight a fight, at least, let you show the magic that you are good at. But I must remind you that the champions The duration is extremely long, which means that latecomers can catch up and the first movers may fall behind at any time.
Strength is not the only criterion to measure, otherwise what we are doing today will be meaningless. "
Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other. When they came, they wondered if they were stronger than whose spells were stronger, but there was actually no uniform standard. Harry is best at disarming spells, but even he knows that professors don't just consider this one spell.
But the professor's words were very different from what they thought. It seemed that they didn't care what they were capable of, which made Harry a little disappointed.
"Several of our professors looked through a lot of information, analyzed past events, and reached some conclusions. One of them can be shared with you, that is, the Warriors often have to face the most difficult difficulties, even far beyond The test of their own abilities, in that case, the slight difference in strength is not that important."
"The champion is not always the strongest. You will find that there are more invisible obstacles hindering your path to victory... So I made a small suggestion, starting from the definition of the warrior itself." Felix stopped his hand and his eyes flickered sharply, "We are back to the question at the beginning, what counts as a warrior?"
He stood up and looked at the crowd with a sense of oppression. When Felix asked this question again, the students felt heavy.
"The warriors do not represent individuals, not a certain college, but a uniform name given by outsiders as Hogwarts students. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch. I would not ask her. Which college is she from, because in my eyes, she is the witch of Vagado."
The expressions of the little wizards became serious involuntarily, and straightened their chests. The candy that a new student handed to his mouth was hanging in the air. They looked left and right, and then put them down. Luna slapped her hands and shook her hat vigorously.
"Since the Warriors represent Hogwarts to fight for honor, I think they should have some unified characteristics."
"Be brave and fearless, with extraordinary courage;"
"Knowledgeable, smart and wise;"
"Honesty and loyalty, firmness and integrity;"
"The goal is firm, calm and self-sustaining."
Felix smiled lightly, "Of course, the above is just good wishes. We are lucky enough to have a word or two on it." Before he knew it, there was a suspicious ball in his hand. Black mist.
He pointed the black mist with his magic wand and let it rise quickly. When it flew to a high altitude close to the ceiling, the black mist fell like a cannonball, dragging a long black smoke, hitting the ground and spreading. Open. The little wizards hurriedly avoided, only to find that the black mist did not extend unlimitedly. When it swelled to more than ten feet, it stopped expanding, but twisted and turned into a looming gate, hanging in the air and off the ground. Six or seven feet, shrouded in black mist.
Under the black gate, seven steps extend out. The surface of the steps is as smooth as a dark mirror, connected to the ground level by level.
"Go in, come out again, get the invitation card, you are selected." Felix said calmly. He looked at Moody on crutches and the professors next to him, smiling and said: "We still Give it to the students here, have a cup of tea together, and discuss the following training by the way."
They didn't have any opinions, and they came together today to express the importance of the school. The selection criteria had been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall was relieved that he did not show up and deal with more important things.
They took a few steps, "That's right," Felix paused, and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have forgotten to add an age limit, students in other grades are actually unnecessary..."
"Don't be so troublesome! Professor Haipu," Moody said with a dumb voice, and clenched the crutches in his hand: "The more forbidden, the more people try. This is my experience this week!"
His false eye turned, retracted into the eye socket, and pointed back with his thumb up. The Weasley twins were peeking at the black gate, only a few steps away. One of them seemed to want to touch the upper steps. ~www.novelhall.com~ Another Weasley noticed that the professors turned around and hurriedly gave him a hand, and they both showed identical smiles.
"You want to test the character of the students. This is a good move. But instead of restricting them to make them unconvinced, it is better to try them one by one, and you can recognize how much you have."
He tapped his wand hard and said in a strong tone: "Not everyone can be a warrior."
Felix looked at Moody, his eyes paused slightly, and said kindly: "You are right, Professor Moody."
They left together, and the students on the scene looked at them, watched them open the door of No. 7 classroom, and walked out one by one. The door closed with a "bang".
After being quiet for a few seconds, the students exploded the pot and stared scorchingly at the black door that hung in the air and was shrouded in black mist. The seven smoothly extending steps seemed to have a strange charm, attracting all their eyes.
"Gudong!"
Harry swallowed.
Felix, Flitwick, Sprout, Snape and Moody stood together, Moody leaned on a long cane and spoke loudly to Flitwick."It's a pity that Professor McGonagall didn't come, and the four deans only missed her." Flitwick said."It's not necessary, Professor Flitwick." Moody said in a deep voice: "We've discussed it in advance, and come over today to join in the fun. I also want to see the performance of these students...""Minerva is going to preside over the meeting, Lupin is here, and representatives of the school board must have important people present." Felix understood the reason and replied succinctly."Is it a magic lamp?" Moody said, and the magic eye turned to Felix. "The name of the Future World Company, I have heard of it. The Daily Prophet interviewed almost everyone in Diagon Alley. And asked them what they thought of this building that suddenly appeared."Sprout said: "There is also a light show at the Quidditch World Cup, but it seems to have been robbed of attention by that accidental parade. I wonder if it has been affected?""In fact, the impact was not significant. Remus also complained to me that there were too many orders and couldn't do it, so I had to recruit some more people urgently." Felix smiled and said that he was still very satisfied with the development of the future world company.Several professors were talking to each other, and Snape remained silent, looking far more silent than usual. He was wearing a black robe, with his arms folded in front of him.At ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd was crushed in darkness, some sitting far away on the slope, spreading out a blanket, and taking out all kinds of food, like coming over for a picnic and looking around leisurely.Felix looked at several professors, "It's almost time, can we start? How about""We are here to watch the excitement," Flitwick said sharply. "Dumbledore assigned you to be responsible for the training of the warriors. Your thinking stone basin is the most suitable tool. I can't wait to leave myself. I'm not as good as Dumbledore, I'm going to leave the memory of the year I won the duel championship..."In the faculty lounge, Professor McGonagall organized several meetings to discuss the selection and training of Warrior candidates. In order to make Dumbledore's assignment of Felix justified, McGonagall took out the memory stone basin to persuade the professors. , But she still remembered the principal's admonition, only briefly explaining its usefulness. Later, Flitwick took the initiative to approach Felix, asked for the details, and graciously agreed to provide a memory.Except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Felix himself, none of the other professors did this. This actually shows that everyone values their own memories very seriously, and Dumbledore's previous concerns are justified.Felix leaned slightly, walked to the front, pointed at himself with his magic wand, his voice spread from a distance, as if speaking into a student's ear."You should see the content on the bulletin board. Today, we are not selecting the warriors. It is the task of the Goblet of Fire. What we have to do is to select a group of potential people for special training. It is very likely that the last warrior will be From these people. Even if they are not, they will serve as student representatives, receiving teachers and students from the four participating schools and attending exchange activities."Felix turned his wand casually, "What is a warrior?""The Sorting Hat can divide students into four colleges based on a person's most prominent characteristics. You might think, if only there was a'Warrior Hat'..."The student below laughed lowly."...You may also think that I will pick the most powerful student. This must allow you to fight a fight, at least, let you show the magic that you are good at. But I must remind you that the champions The duration is extremely long, which means that latecomers can catch up and the first movers may fall behind at any time.Strength is not the only criterion to measure, otherwise what we are doing today will be meaningless. "Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other. When they came, they wondered if they were stronger than whose spells were stronger, but there was actually no uniform standard. Harry is best at disarming spells, but even he knows that professors don't just consider this one spell.But the professor's words were very different from what they thought. It seemed that they didn't care what they were capable of, which made Harry a little disappointed."Several of our professors looked through a lot of information, analyzed past events, and reached some conclusions. One of them can be shared with you, that is, the Warriors often have to face the most difficult difficulties, even far beyond The test of their own abilities, in that case, the slight difference in strength is not that important.""The champion is not always the strongest. You will find that there are more invisible obstacles hindering your path to victory... So I made a small suggestion, starting from the definition of the warrior itself." Felix stopped his hand and his eyes flickered sharply, "We are back to the question at the beginning, what counts as a warrior?"He stood up and looked at the crowd with a sense of oppression. When Felix asked this question again, the students felt heavy."The warriors do not represent individuals, not a certain college, but a uniform name given by outsiders as Hogwarts students. During the summer vacation, I went to Egypt and met a local witch. I would not ask her. Which college is she from, because in my eyes, she is the witch of Vagado."The expressions of the little wizards became serious involuntarily, and straightened their chests. The candy that a new student handed to his mouth was hanging in the air. They looked left and right, and then put them down. Luna slapped her hands and shook her hat vigorously."Since the Warriors represent Hogwarts to fight for honor, I think they should have some unified characteristics.""Be brave and fearless, with extraordinary courage;""Knowledgeable, smart and wise;""Honesty and loyalty, firmness and integrity;""The goal is firm, calm and self-sustaining."Felix smiled lightly, "Of course, the above is just good wishes. We are lucky enough to have a word or two on it." Before he knew it, there was a suspicious ball in his hand. Black mist.He pointed the black mist with his magic wand and let it rise quickly. When it flew to a high altitude close to the ceiling, the black mist fell like a cannonball, dragging a long black smoke, hitting the ground and spreading. Open. The little wizards hurriedly avoided, only to find that the black mist did not extend unlimitedly. When it swelled to more than ten feet, it stopped expanding, but twisted and turned into a looming gate, hanging in the air and off the ground. Six or seven feet, shrouded in black mist.Under the black gate, seven steps extend out. The surface of the steps is as smooth as a dark mirror, connected to the ground level by level."Go in, come out again, get the invitation card, you are selected." Felix said calmly. He looked at Moody on crutches and the professors next to him, smiling and said: "We still Give it to the students here, have a cup of tea together, and discuss the following training by the way."They didn't have any opinions, and they came together today to express the importance of the school. The selection criteria had been determined in the previous discussion, so Professor McGonagall was relieved that he did not show up and deal with more important things.They took a few steps, "That's right," Felix paused, and said thoughtfully, "I seem to have forgotten to add an age limit, students in other grades are actually unnecessary...""Don't be so troublesome! Professor Haipu," Moody said with a dumb voice, and clenched the crutches in his hand: "The more forbidden, the more people try. This is my experience this week!"His false eye turned, retracted into the eye socket, and pointed back with his thumb up. The Weasley twins were peeking at the black gate, only a few steps away. One of them seemed to want to touch the upper steps. ~www.novelhall.com~ Another Weasley noticed that the professors turned around and hurriedly gave him a hand, and they both showed identical smiles."You want to test the character of the students. This is a good move. But instead of restricting them to make them unconvinced, it is better to try them one by one, and you can recognize how much you have."He tapped his wand hard and said in a strong tone: "Not everyone can be a warrior."Felix looked at Moody, his eyes paused slightly, and said kindly: "You are right, Professor Moody."They left together, and the students on the scene looked at them, watched them open the door of No. 7 classroom, and walked out one by one. The door closed with a "bang".After being quiet for a few seconds, the students exploded the pot and stared scorchingly at the black door that hung in the air and was shrouded in black mist. The seven smoothly extending steps seemed to have a strange charm, attracting all their eyes."Gudong!"Harry swallowed.
