Since the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament and the registration details, the golden "Holy Grail" brought out by the White Queen has been placed on the long lecture table in the auditorium. Students can go on stage at any time to put slips of paper with their names on it.
Throw it in.
Next to the long table, there is also the "Forbidden Forest Hound" and the three-headed "Luwei" lying down, seemingly to prevent anyone from playing mischief.
Ordinary students may be confused. As a "magic academy", the relevant safety protection and detection methods should be very complete, so there is no need to worry about such things.
But smarter students will be able to think that the protective spell is not omnipotent. If some naughty students must make trouble, they will definitely find loopholes in the rigid protective measures. It is better to put a "guard" beside them.
good.
But in this case, wouldn't Lu Wei have to stay here all the time during the qualifiers? Wouldn't it be boring if he is used to life in the Forbidden Forest?
In fact, not really. Imagine if a child has food in his/her hand and there is a furry, no-smelling, and very honest animal in front of him/her, what will they do?
At least 70% of children will actively feed them, no matter how many heads they have.
When Sherlock followed Luna to the auditorium, he saw several students feeding Lu Wei's heads respectively, and there were a few guys who were brave enough to climb up on its back.
Lu Wei kept eating, occasionally rolling his eyelids to glance at the kid on his back, and then continued eating.
Theoretically speaking, this three-headed dog should be the professor of the "Nature" class, and these guys are feeding and riding the professor at will... Forget it, the professor himself doesn't care anyway.
"Oh, Lu Wei is still so popular," Atreus said beside him, "I want to raise one too."
What kind of family? A three-headed dog? Sherlock glanced at him sideways.
This mysterious classmate claimed to be from Rocky Academy and was good at molecular influence. He performed a live performance of turning green peppers into candy canes. After returning from meeting her father, Luna agreed on the spot to allow him to join the "Young Avengers".
Through retrieving his own memories, Sherlock discovered that this classmate did appear often, but he never had a chance to talk. Moreover, he always appeared in some... um... interesting scenes, regardless of the "molecular influence" at the time.
"Is there a class? It seems that I came here specifically to have fun."
Others in the "Young Avengers" have accepted this statement, but Sherlock has doubts, because the conclusions he drew through the analysis and profile of Atreus's behavior, habits and appearance all point to a very outrageous and selfish
Contradictory results, for example, his family is quite wealthy, but he lives in the wilderness all year round. He has two brothers and one sister, but he is an only child. He does not tell the truth, but he never lies.
After communicating with Moriarty in private, Moriarty's comment was, "Have you ever thought that your reasoning might be completely correct?"
Then, there is only one conclusion. This student Atreus's ability is in the legendary "unknown territory", that is, "no matter how unreasonable it is, it is reasonable."
Shylock even had to add a special restriction to himself: "When there is a contradiction in reasoning, as long as Atreus appears in the process, the entire paragraph will be ignored."
"Then, write your name and team name on the note, and then put it in." Luna stopped in front of the long table with the Holy Grail: "If you haven't written it in advance, there is paper and pen here."
"Well..." Sherlock picked up a piece of parchment that was neatly folded in the drawer and looked at it.
The content above is very simple, name, team name, and three entries that need to be checked. After all, this is a "Magic Academy". There is no need to fill in more complicated registration information. Moreover, there should be something deeper in these papers or Holy Grails.
Magic binding is used to prevent someone from filling in randomly.
"Okay, once you've finished writing, throw it in. Let's go back and practice the audition items." Luna filled out the registration form with a stroke of her pen, then folded it, stood on tiptoes and threw it into the pot that looked like a pot.
Within the "Holy Grail".
A preview of the Triwizard Tournament preview game?
Sherlock raised his head and glanced at the Holy Grail, wondering how such a large volume could be filled with the entire college's registration applications.
Then, he saw that the parchment Luna threw in was engulfed by a sudden flame.
Is this how it was originally solved? But if it is eliminated, how should the paper be sprayed out again?
……Um?
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Sherlock originally planned to turn his head to see the reactions of other teammates, but found that he could not turn his head.
No, it's not that I can't turn my head, it's that I no longer have a body at this time, leaving only a "perspective" that is aimed at the "Holy Grail" and cannot be moved.
Sherlock could only watch helplessly as the fire burned more and more intensely after devouring the parchment Luna threw in. It first spread at the bottom of the cup, then ignited the walls of the cup, and then turned the entire cup into a blazing red.
The blazing flames of the torch obscured his entire vision.
Perhaps in a few seconds, or perhaps in a few minutes, or in a few hours, Sherlock's "sight" finally pulled away from the flames unbearably, and he "raised his head" to look higher.
The distant view behind the Holy Grail on Fire is not the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but a huge golden tree with lush branches that blocks the sky and the sun. Its branches and leaves are shaped like any other tree on earth.
All completely different.
Although it was impossible to judge the specific size because there was no reference object, Sherlock's intuition told him that this tree might even be bigger than the earth.
The next moment, all the golden branches and every fluttering leaf of the giant tree were ignited with blazing fire, and then began to wither, blacken, and shatter.
Sherlock's "eyesight" then moved down, and then he saw a huge giant whose whole body was burning with flames, surrounding the giant tree with open arms, and shouting something with his big mouth open.
The "sight" stared at the giant for a moment, then turned to the left. There stood a tall woman wearing a green tights and a headdress that looked like insect tentacles. Her face could not be seen clearly. There was also a gray-haired giant lying at her feet.
Wolf.
The woman did not speak, but a voice that seemed to have been heard before sounded in Sherlock's ears:
[Those who advance with the fire will surely meet their destined death.]
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"Well!" Sherlock shook his head suddenly, and then found that he was still in the great hall of Hogwarts, and the other "Young Avengers" were looking at him.
"Did you think of something after being in a daze for so long? But if you deduce anything related to the game, don't say it here." Moriarty said.
"When you've finished writing, just throw your name in," Luna looked at the piece of paper in Sherlock's hand: "Can such a small amount of information really be used for reasoning?"
It didn't seem like the effect achieved by "Prediction" or "Sherlock's Unpredictability" just now, could it be a new use of the Time Stone?
"The clues are incomplete, and it's not time to tell yet." Sherlock shook his head, quickly filled in the relevant content, and then threw the note into the Holy Grail.
This time, it burned and disappeared normally, and no new illusion appeared.
So, what key element was triggered just now?
Sherlock had no idea for a moment and was about to leave first, then he saw Peter Quill walking over with Gamora, Nebula and Drax.
"This time we are competitors, the 'Young Avengers', hey," Quill said with a certain rhythm: "We, the 'Guardians of the Galaxy,' will definitely qualify, yo."
"'Guardians of the Galaxy'?" Sherlock, whose mind was still mostly on that possibly important tree, didn't intend to pay any attention to it and walked directly past him: "What are you protecting?"
