69novels Chapter 261 The Fall of the Dumbledore Cup
Chapter 261 The Fall of the Dumbledore Cup
Chapter 261 The Fall of the Dumbledore Cup
Maureen sighed: "It's about the GHRS club again?"
"Yes."
Professor Flitwick put his legs down, and his short legs were swinging on the edge of the desk, tapping on the edge of the table with a "da da" sound: "This matter is urgent."
"Do you have to enter that club?" Mo Lin asked with his head tilted.
"Not only this, but another important reason."
Professor Kane remembered something, and with a very unwilling expression, he said, "I mentioned to you, the European Dumbledore Cup Transfiguration Competition in November, right?"
"Well, what's the matter? Didn't our Hogwarts school get a pretty good ranking? I heard that Pearson got No.5."
Maureen thought of Rose and the Pearson he mentioned last night. It's one thing for this guy to be arrogant, but he should have two brushes.
"No.5!" Professor Kane waved his fist, "Our school sent seven, Pearson got No.5, and Constance, the president of the GHRS club, only got No.4!"
"Isn't No. 4 bad?" Mo Lin asked puzzledly, "Didn't you say that there were more than 50 elite students participating? Everyone is an elite, so it's great to get No. 4, right?"
"No.4 is not bad? Maureen, this is the Dumbledore Cup! The Dumbledore Cup! That's Dumbledore!"
Professor Flitwick kept emphasizing the name of "Principal Dumbledore", and finally stood on the podium with his short legs. Although he was not much taller than Professor Kane on the podium, he was still quite angry.
Maureen found it very interesting to see Professor Flitwick so excited. He had never seen Professor Flitwick show such an expression before.
Professor Flitwick walked up and down the podium: "This is a competition to commemorate Mr. Dumbledore, a competition named after Dumbledore. Dumbledore is one of the greatest headmasters of our Hogwarts. But we at Hogwarts only got No.4 in the Dumbledore Cup Transformation Competition! Not to mention we only got No.5 in the Dumbledore Cup Spelling Competition!"
"Oh, it seems unreasonable." Mo Lin nodded slightly.
It doesn't matter if you didn't get No.1 in other competitions, but in the competition named after Dumbledore, Hogwarts only got No.4 and No.5 at the top, and the top three were taken away by other schools. Really can't make it through.
"It's not just unreasonable?" Professor Kane was also very excited. He pulled the chair next to him, sat down and said, "It's fine if we don't make it to the top three in a year, but we have not won the Dumbledore Cup for three consecutive years." Breaking into the top three! Didn’t break into the top three! God! Three years, the elite members of the GHRS club failed to break into the top three within three years, I’m ashamed to death, if it wasn’t for you…”
"Professor, professor, interrupt, interrupt!" Mo Lin quickly waved his hand to stop the two impassioned professors, "You should know that I am still a sophomore, right? Sophomore, yes, only sophomore!"
Mo Lin stretched out two fingers and shook them. Why did everyone seem to forget that he was a second-year student?
"You are only in the second grade, so you have greater plasticity!"
Professor Flitwick jumped from the desk to Mo Lin's desk, and said: "If you accept the GHRS club training course we formulated from the second grade, you will definitely be able to shine in the crowd when you are in the fourth grade. Blido's glory has been taken back!"
Professor Flitwick put his left hand on his waist, stretched out his right hand, and slowly waved a circle towards the air in front of him: "You can imagine yourself standing on a high podium, with thousands of applause from the audience, all wizards They all stared at you enviously, flashing lights lit up everywhere, and you became the focus of everyone's attention, just because you won the gold medal of the Dumbledore Cup and maintained the honor of Hogwarts, what an exciting thing that is thing!"
Mo Lin was even more confused. Why did he seem to have won the championship by looking at Professor Flitwick?Before Maureen agreed, Professor Flitwick was looking forward to the podium?
This... this jump is a bit big.
"Well...Professor Flitwick, we have something to talk about, okay? Come on, sit down."
Maureen looked at the little old man Professor Flitwick who was standing on the desk in front of him dancing and dancing. He was afraid that he would fall down because of his excitement. It's really great to be so energetic at such a young age.
"We are optimistic about you, so we decided to train you. You know, the GHRS club is like an improvement class. Our professors will specially teach you outstanding students. As long as the time is right, you can participate at any time."
Professor Kane looked at Maureen eagerly.
"How? Don't you agree?" Professor Flitwick sat down.
Could Maureen not agree?This Professor Flitwick was standing on the table to help him envision the future, and it would be inappropriate to shirk.
"Okay, then I'll join that GHRS club." Mo Lin touched his forehead.
If a self-righteous person like Pearson came to invite him, Maureen would not respond, but Professor Kane and Professor Flitwick both talked about this, so there was no need for him to refuse.
"There is no age limit for participating?"
"No, as long as you are a student at school, you can, but we usually let students above the fourth grade participate in the competition, because at that time your magic knowledge is relatively systematic, it doesn't matter, you can wait until next November to participate in the competition." Professor Kane.
"Why can't you just compete in November today?" Mo Lin asked curiously.
"Yes, I can, but you know, you are only in the second grade... There are still two months before the start of the competition, the time is a bit rushed, I am worried..." Professor Kane hesitated.
Mo Lin thought for a while and said, "It's good to see it."
"Okay! Let's go this year! Professor Kane, what he needs is experience, and only experience can make him grow. It's also good to see the world, so that he won't have stage fright next year!" Professor Flitwick said.
"That's fine! I'll fill in the registration form for November this year later. Professor Flitwick is right, you are going to meet the world this year." Professor Kane nodded.
Neither Professor Flitwick nor Professor Kane thought that Maureen would be able to score in this year's Dumbledore Cup. After all, as Maureen himself said, he was only a second-year student.
Morin didn't expect himself to be able to do anything, but it would be good to go and see what those so-called competitions were like.
"At eight o'clock this Saturday night, the GHRS club will be training for the first time this semester. In the library on the fifth floor, you take this badge and go to Mrs. Pince, and she will tell you where to go."
Professor Kane took out a circular badge from his pocket, which depicted the lions, snakes, badgers and eagles of the four colleges, and four large characters: GHRS.
"Ok."
Mo Lin had nothing to shirk, so he took the badge and stuffed it into his pocket, then rushed to have lunch.
Professor Kane watched Mo Lin disappear into the corridor, and then said: "This kid is really calm!"
"Usually, when other students hear that they can join the GHRS club, they are almost excited. Maureen doesn't seem to care at all." Professor Flitwick nodded.
"However, I feel that other people may not accept him easily. After all, this club...how should I put it? Pearson is not the only one with arrogance." Professor Kane said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.
Professor Flitwick sat on the desk and raised his short legs again: "But why do I feel that Maureen is not a simple student? He is smart and doesn't like to show off, and he often knows how to teach us the steps. It's quite understandable, without the arrogance of Pearson's group, he also breaks some of the student laws we mentioned every time..."
"Yeah, I don't dare to say anything to the students now. People of your age can't master this curse. It's pretty good if you can do it... I'm afraid of being slapped in the face by this little guy." .” Professor Kane shook his head.
"Me too."
Professor Flitwick and Professor Kane glanced at each other, extremely helpless.
(End of this chapter)