Petunia Dursley sat in the corner, quietly watching the young wizards not far away who were chatting animatedly about tactics.
Unlike Mr. Weasley, who is very trustworthy at first glance and has an endless stream of professional advice, just understanding the conversations between wizards consumes most of Petunia's energy, even if she has one who seems to be
She was once an excellent witch sister, but her understanding of the magical world is at best slightly higher than that of ordinary Muggles.
Perhaps even worse than the parents of the students who were also "Muggles" present... She subconsciously glanced at Dr. Granger not far away.
Obviously that gentleman also came from the non-magical world, but Petunia could not see any restraint on his face. From the moment he entered the door, he kept whispering to his daughter.
This is not surprising. When Lily enrolled in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was the same every time she went home for the summer vacation.
From the beginning of the summer vacation to the end of the summer vacation, most of the topics at the Evans family's dinner table were about magic, Hogwarts, and Gryffindor stories.
Similar to Harry, who is clearly a wizard, but there seems to be no sign of his existence in the house on Privet Drive, maybe only their family will show up,
Although deep down in her heart, Petunia was not as afraid of magic as she showed in front of her husband and son, but she had to acquiesce, and even deliberately led the family to pretend that they had seen magic with their own eyes.
There is no weird atmosphere at all - even if it makes her look nervous and even overly sensitive sometimes.
Just like the "decline" letter from Hogwarts decades ago, as a Muggle, she could only secretly hide her admiration for magic in her heart.
According to Professor Dumbledore, only in this way will her family be safer...whether it is her husband, son, or nephew.
"What's wrong, aren't you going to go over and have a few words with the child?"
Just when Petunia Dursley was slightly lost in thought, a gentle voice sounded from beside her.
She turned around and saw a chubby woman with a soft smile walking through the doorway behind the portrait at some point and sitting next to her.
"You are Harry's aunt, I am Molly, Molly Weasley. Maybe you don't remember - we met at James and Lily's wedding."
Mrs. Weasley pointed at the people not far away who were seriously discussing tactics.
"Those over there are my children, um, those little ones with red hair are all."
"Uh, all of them? But there are..."
Petunia's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and she subconsciously glanced in the direction of Mrs. Weasley's finger.
"Seven, that's right - I know this sounds a bit exaggerated, but luckily the fourth and fifth are twins."
Mrs. Weasley obviously understood the surprise on Petunia's face and explained skillfully, "Charlie, Bill and the others originally graduated from Hogwarts, and now they are called back for further studies."
She casually pointed at her second child, the eldest, and then turned her head to look at the non-magical parents who were still a little confused.
"What about you? How many people do you have in your family?"
"Just one, two if you include Harry."
Petunia Dursley shrugged her shoulders, feeling slightly relieved from the tension in her heart.
"Are they the same age? To be honest, if they are different years, there are too many things to worry about——"
"Dudley is a little older, but they're in the same year - well, if Harry hadn't gone to Hogwarts, I mean."
"Oh, then you have to persist for a while longer. I heard that there are very few full-time boarding schools in the non-magical world."
Mrs. Weasley rubbed her shoulders, as if she was releasing some long-standing fatigue, and looked at her children and husband not far away.
"It's much easier for me here. After Ginny goes to Hogwarts, there will be nothing to do at home... You will have to work hard for at least a few years over there."
"Actually, it's not that hard... Dudley, he's become more and more sensible recently——"
Petunia paused, looked at Mrs. Weasley curiously, and couldn't help but ask questions.
"How often do parents' conferences like Hogwarts take place? With so many of your children, they should come to school often, right?"
"This is the first time. Hogwarts did not allow parents to visit before. Except for Christmas, Easter, and summer vacation, we usually can't see our children."
"First time? No wonder..."
Petunia Dursley nodded thoughtfully.
Just when she was about to ask more questions, Mr. Granger suddenly walked over to them.
"Sorry to interrupt, ladies." Mr. Granger said, "The children seem to be going to the competition venue to prepare. Do you want to say something?"
"I don't have to..."
Penny shook her hand in a panic, subconsciously wanting to shrink back.
Like her, Harry seemed a little embarrassed, and then he noticed Aunt Petunia sitting next to Mrs. Weasley.
"...Uh, Aunt Petunia. Why are you here...I...um..."
"There will be a parent-teacher meeting after the game. Why, you don't think you can escape it, do you?"
Fred screamed strangely, elbowed Harry's back, and pushed him forward under the hint of his mother's eyes.
As one of the treasured duo of the Weasley family, the reason why he and George can live safely until now is largely due to their ability to observe words and emotions.
"I heard that you will represent Gryffindor House in a competition later?"
To Harry's expectation, Aunt Petunia did not show her usual nervousness.
In fact, what surprised him even more was that Aunt Petunia pronounced the word "Gryffindor" accurately.
"Magic fights against these things. I can't give you any advice - pay attention to safety and use it well."
Before Harry could struggle out of his confused thoughts, he felt a thin, trembling hand gently rub his messy black hair.
Looking at Harry's green eyes, Petunia Dursley's eyes couldn't help but trance, and after thinking for a while, she added seriously.
"Remember, don't be brave..."
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Meanwhile, the Hogwarts staff room.
Compared to the excitement elsewhere in the school, the atmosphere in this office is extremely tense and serious.
The four deans of Hogwarts, the castle administrator, and professors all gathered here to finally review today's process arrangements.
"In terms of the competition, Mrs. Huo Qi, you are mainly responsible for the sky area..."
"Hmm, so... Miss Kaslana is responsible for all duel decisions?"
"This is the arrangement for the time being. The disciplinary committee members and other professors will be scattered in various corners of the stands as a maneuver."
Professor McGonagall nodded seriously and looked around the professors in the room, "The competition this morning was okay, the most important thing is in the afternoon and evening..."
"Blocking the campus, how will we explain it if parents find out?"
Professor Flitwick frowned and asked solemnly.
"That's just the worst case scenario. If something unexpected happens to Professor Dumbledore -"
Professor McGonagall said quickly. As she spoke, she glanced at a little white-haired guy sitting in the corner obediently listening to the story.
"As for the emergency blockade of school entrance and exit, the gentlemen of the school board will help explain these matters - if everything goes well, we only need to follow the normal process, and the parents of each grade will explain it, which will almost delay it for a long time.
It's been a long time. As for the chaos, we have also set up some security measures on the Quidditch pitch."
"Then the students' magic competition..." Professor Sprout was a little worried.
"Don't worry, Professor. Just leave these to me."
Elena took out a badge from her arms and showed it to Professor Sprout and others.
"I am now an intermediate therapist. In terms of emergency injury treatment and spell mediation, Madam Pomfrey and I are here, so there is no need to worry."
As her magic power increases, her ability to "continue life" in the field of healing is no less than that of an adult therapist. Although this badge has some backdoor elements, it is still considered a real certification.
According to the evaluation of the therapist at the Salzburg Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, unless someone is blown to pieces in an instant or is hit by a killing curse, Elena can save someone as long as they still have breath.
"But..." Professor Sprout was still a little uneasy. There was no precedent for student-led competitions in Hogwarts.
"Leave the student competition to the students, Professor Sprout."
Professor Snape shook his head slightly and glanced at the little witch sitting in the corner of the sofa.
Unlike other professors, he immediately understood the other purpose of Professor McGonagall's arrangement.
With professors, parents, and students watching, Elena in the center of the venue is actually the safest state... no matter from every aspect.
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It's ten o'clock.
All the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch one after another.
Many students also brought binoculars, but they soon realized that this was unnecessary.
After the magic transformation, many new functions have been added to the venue. Four huge magic light curtains are suspended in mid-air, showing the situation below in real time.
The ground of the Quidditch pitch turned into a soft, green grass field overnight, and in the middle of the grass field, an enlarged rectangular ring of a badminton court appeared at some point.
The Gryffindor students gathered together, far away from the Slytherin camp sitting on the other side. The only difference was that there were now little wizards from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in both camps.
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Seamus Finnigan got a bed sheet from somewhere and cast a magnifying spell to turn it into a huge banner with the words "Gryffindor must win", and Dean, who is good at painting, also used
Magic painted a large Gryffindor lion, and several other senior students cast more decorative spells on it, making the paint on the banner shine with dazzling light, as if it was constantly beating under the sun.
Like a golden red torch.
"Is this academy magic competition really not dangerous?"
Penny sat in the stands, looking around at the Colosseum-like stands from time to time, and looking at the folded pages in her hands.
No matter how you look at it, this is at least the level of a boxing match - taking into account the magic factor, it may be closer to the cowboy duels she has seen on TV.
"Don't worry, madam - this is much safer than a Quidditch match. Besides, there is Miss Kaslana on the court as a referee, so she won't die."
Li Jordan, who was in charge of the commentary, grinned and comforted casually while adjusting the metal microphone on his hand.
Since the Hogwarts Quidditch competition opened a new chapter, magical confrontations are no longer intense in the eyes of young wizards.
As a Quidditch fanatic, Lee Jordan never missed any Gryffindor team game... Whether it was an official game or a training match, he was one of the few people to witness the full power of the "Queen of the Sky"
Status wizard.
"Quidditch?" Petunia frowned slightly, she had vaguely heard this from Lily.
"Oh, it's a sport played by wizards, riding a broom and passing the ball in the sky..." Seamus Finnigan came over and explained enthusiastically.
"In the sky... passing the ball? That sounds fine-"
Following Seamus' explanation, Petunia Dursley glanced at the goalposts at both ends of the field and nodded with relief.
Perhaps, she was a little too nervous,
If you think about it carefully, this is a school after all.
How could a competition in a magic school be compared with the death threats that Lily faced back then?