“Triwizard Tournament!”
Ron and Hermione exclaimed in excitement, but Harry looked utterly perplexed.
Jerry nodded, confirming, “Yes, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools will come to Hogwarts.”
Ron, brimming with enthusiasm, cheered, “This is amazing!”
However, Hermione wore a worried expression, noting, “The Triwizard Tournament was discontinued a century ago due to numerous deaths.”
Jerry acknowledged her concerns, adding, “It’s crucial to ensure better safety this time to gain the Ministry of Magic’s approval to restart the tournament.”
Harry, still bewildered, interjected, “What are you talking about? What’s the Triwizard Tournament, and who are Beauxbatons and Durmstrang?”
Although it was a bit incoherent, Ron eagerly launched into an explanation: “The Triwizard Tournament was established seven centuries ago, pitting champions from the three most powerful European wizarding schools against each other in three magical contests.”
Hermione followed up, “Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are two of the largest wizarding schools in Europe, though they keep their locations a secret. You might say that Hogwarts is the only school in Europe where we know the address.”
Amid this revelation, Hermione eyed Harry, who remained silent.
Jerry intervened, refocusing their discussion, “In any case, we’re not directly involved. The basic requirement for champions is to be seventeen, so we’ll be spectators.”
Ron, who had been ecstatic, deflated upon hearing this age requirement, realizing he wouldn’t be able to compete. His excitement turned to disappointment.
But then a mischievous grin spread across Ron’s face as he exclaimed, “George and Fred are only four months away from being seventeen. They’ll be furious when they find out!” He relished the thought of seeing his prankster brothers miss out on this opportunity, lifting his spirits.
…
At eleven o’clock in the morning, the Hogwarts Express, filled with young wizards, reluctantly left Platform Nine and a Quarter, headed for Hogwarts.
During the journey, curious young wizards of all ages roamed the train carriages.
Some sought Jerry’s carriage, while others made new friends, engaged in conversations, or even requested autographs.
To maintain some privacy, Jerry cast a spell on his compartment early on, concealing it from prying eyes.
As time passed, the skies darkened, and thick clouds heralded an impending thunderstorm. It was evident that heavy rain was approaching.
Hermione, hugging Crookshanks, complained about the weather as the train reached Hogsmeade station.
Rain poured down relentlessly, leaving everyone with no choice but to brave the storm.
“What terrible weather!” Hermione exclaimed to Jerry as she peered outside.
They hadn’t brought umbrellas, so they’d likely be soaked by the time they found the carriages and made their way to the school.
Although they could use magic to dry off quickly, it was still an inconvenience.
Jerry responded optimistically, “Maybe the rain will stop once we step out of the carriage.”
Harry and Ron, both wearing school uniforms, couldn’t share his optimism.
They shook their heads, convinced the rainstorm would persist.
“It’s highly unlikely!” Harry remarked. Considering the intensity of the rain, it might last well into the night.
“That’s not necessarily true. Weather can be unpredictable, especially summer rain. It often comes and goes swiftly,” Jerry reassured them.
Just before they disembarked, he discreetly sent a blue burst of magic into the sky.
The magic light flew through the window and into the dark clouds.
The cloud seemed to respond to this magical influence within moments, gradually dissipating.
During this period, Jerry had not dedicated much of his energy to magical research, yet it didn’t mean he did nothing.
Magic’s core essence involved exploring the underlying laws governing the world’s power and then replicating these laws using one’s own magic to achieve similar outcomes.
Jerry had already amassed an extensive knowledge of magic, which allowed him to spend much of his time contemplating the fundamental principles of this world.
Consider the lightning and storm above; they were but a small part of the intricate mechanisms governing the laws of the earth and sky.
With the insights he’d gained, Jerry had subtly released energy, altering the operation of these natural laws to achieve his desired result.
“Unbelievable… It’s really stopped!” Harry stepped off the train and marveled at the absence of rain. He gazed up at the sky, where the stars and moon now shone.
Holding Crookshanks, taken from Hermione, Jerry strolled past the bewildered duo.
“See, I told you anything is possible,” he remarked with a smile as he moved toward the carriages parked outside the station with Hermione at his side.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances. “He’s like a wizard!” Ron exclaimed.
Harry pondered, “Maybe after I understand all the world’s laws in the future, I can harness them as well.”
Once inside the carriage with Hermione, Jerry contemplated the stars in the sky, thinking to himself.
From his perspective, mastering these natural laws involved gaining enough control over the world’s mechanisms.
This level of control would enable him to modify laws at will, making his every thought a reality.
As he filled his ring world with the insights he gained, he knew that the path to comprehending and manipulating these laws was a journey he was just beginning.
As the carriage gently rolled towards Hogwarts, Jerry couldn’t help but reflect on the incredible journey he’d embarked upon.
It wasn’t just about honing his magical prowess; it was a quest to unlock the very fabric of the universe.
To him, the laws governing the world were the most intriguing puzzles waiting to be deciphered.
With each passing day, his understanding of these laws grew.
From the patterns of the stars to the whims of the weather, he delved deep into the underlying rules that governed everything.
Jerry realized that true mastery lay not just in the power to cast spells but in the power to shape the world itself.
Hermione, sitting beside him, noticed his thoughtful expression. “You’re quiet,” she remarked.
Jerry turned to her with a warm smile. “I’ve been contemplating something,” he replied. “I’ve come to realize that magic is only a part of what we can achieve. Understanding the laws of the world could be the key to reshaping reality.”
Hermione nodded in understanding. “It’s like being in tune with the universe, knowing how to dance to its rhythm.”
“Exactly,” Jerry agreed. “And as I continue to learn, I hope to apply this knowledge to improve the world.”
The thought of using his growing mastery of the world’s laws to bring positive change excited him.
He didn’t want to just be a spectator in this magical world; he wanted to be an active participant in its transformation.
As they approached Hogwarts, the towering castle came into view, its illuminated windows welcoming students to another year of adventure and learning.
For Jerry, it was also a place of enlightenment, where the mysteries of magic and the world itself awaited his exploration.
“Triwizard Tournament!”
Ron and Hermione exclaimed in excitement, but Harry looked utterly perplexed.
Jerry nodded, confirming, “Yes, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools will come to Hogwarts.”
Ron, brimming with enthusiasm, cheered, “This is amazing!”
However, Hermione wore a worried expression, noting, “The Triwizard Tournament was discontinued a century ago due to numerous deaths.”
Jerry acknowledged her concerns, adding, “It’s crucial to ensure better safety this time to gain the Ministry of Magic’s approval to restart the tournament.”
Harry, still bewildered, interjected, “What are you talking about? What’s the Triwizard Tournament, and who are Beauxbatons and Durmstrang?”
Although it was a bit incoherent, Ron eagerly launched into an explanation: “The Triwizard Tournament was established seven centuries ago, pitting champions from the three most powerful European wizarding schools against each other in three magical contests.”
Hermione followed up, “Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are two of the largest wizarding schools in Europe, though they keep their locations a secret. You might say that Hogwarts is the only school in Europe where we know the address.”
Amid this revelation, Hermione eyed Harry, who remained silent.
Jerry intervened, refocusing their discussion, “In any case, we’re not directly involved. The basic requirement for champions is to be seventeen, so we’ll be spectators.”
Ron, who had been ecstatic, deflated upon hearing this age requirement, realizing he wouldn’t be able to compete. His excitement turned to disappointment.
But then a mischievous grin spread across Ron’s face as he exclaimed, “George and Fred are only four months away from being seventeen. They’ll be furious when they find out!” He relished the thought of seeing his prankster brothers miss out on this opportunity, lifting his spirits.
…
At eleven o’clock in the morning, the Hogwarts Express, filled with young wizards, reluctantly left Platform Nine and a Quarter, headed for Hogwarts.
During the journey, curious young wizards of all ages roamed the train carriages.
Some sought Jerry’s carriage, while others made new friends, engaged in conversations, or even requested autographs.
To maintain some privacy, Jerry cast a spell on his compartment early on, concealing it from prying eyes.
As time passed, the skies darkened, and thick clouds heralded an impending thunderstorm. It was evident that heavy rain was approaching.
Hermione, hugging Crookshanks, complained about the weather as the train reached Hogsmeade station.
Rain poured down relentlessly, leaving everyone with no choice but to brave the storm.
“What terrible weather!” Hermione exclaimed to Jerry as she peered outside.
They hadn’t brought umbrellas, so they’d likely be soaked by the time they found the carriages and made their way to the school.
Although they could use magic to dry off quickly, it was still an inconvenience.
Jerry responded optimistically, “Maybe the rain will stop once we step out of the carriage.”
Harry and Ron, both wearing school uniforms, couldn’t share his optimism.
They shook their heads, convinced the rainstorm would persist.
“It’s highly unlikely!” Harry remarked. Considering the intensity of the rain, it might last well into the night.
“That’s not necessarily true. Weather can be unpredictable, especially summer rain. It often comes and goes swiftly,” Jerry reassured them.
Just before they disembarked, he discreetly sent a blue burst of magic into the sky.
The magic light flew through the window and into the dark clouds.
The cloud seemed to respond to this magical influence within moments, gradually dissipating.
During this period, Jerry had not dedicated much of his energy to magical research, yet it didn’t mean he did nothing.
Magic’s core essence involved exploring the underlying laws governing the world’s power and then replicating these laws using one’s own magic to achieve similar outcomes.
Jerry had already amassed an extensive knowledge of magic, which allowed him to spend much of his time contemplating the fundamental principles of this world.
Consider the lightning and storm above; they were but a small part of the intricate mechanisms governing the laws of the earth and sky.
With the insights he’d gained, Jerry had subtly released energy, altering the operation of these natural laws to achieve his desired result.
“Unbelievable… It’s really stopped!” Harry stepped off the train and marveled at the absence of rain. He gazed up at the sky, where the stars and moon now shone.
Holding Crookshanks, taken from Hermione, Jerry strolled past the bewildered duo.
“See, I told you anything is possible,” he remarked with a smile as he moved toward the carriages parked outside the station with Hermione at his side.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances. “He’s like a wizard!” Ron exclaimed.
Harry pondered, “Maybe after I understand all the world’s laws in the future, I can harness them as well.”
Once inside the carriage with Hermione, Jerry contemplated the stars in the sky, thinking to himself.
From his perspective, mastering these natural laws involved gaining enough control over the world’s mechanisms.
This level of control would enable him to modify laws at will, making his every thought a reality.
As he filled his ring world with the insights he gained, he knew that the path to comprehending and manipulating these laws was a journey he was just beginning.
As the carriage gently rolled towards Hogwarts, Jerry couldn’t help but reflect on the incredible journey he’d embarked upon.
It wasn’t just about honing his magical prowess; it was a quest to unlock the very fabric of the universe.
To him, the laws governing the world were the most intriguing puzzles waiting to be deciphered.
With each passing day, his understanding of these laws grew.
From the patterns of the stars to the whims of the weather, he delved deep into the underlying rules that governed everything.
Jerry realized that true mastery lay not just in the power to cast spells but in the power to shape the world itself.
Hermione, sitting beside him, noticed his thoughtful expression. “You’re quiet,” she remarked.
Jerry turned to her with a warm smile. “I’ve been contemplating something,” he replied. “I’ve come to realize that magic is only a part of what we can achieve. Understanding the laws of the world could be the key to reshaping reality.”
Hermione nodded in understanding. “It’s like being in tune with the universe, knowing how to dance to its rhythm.”
“Exactly,” Jerry agreed. “And as I continue to learn, I hope to apply this knowledge to improve the world.”
The thought of using his growing mastery of the world’s laws to bring positive change excited him.
He didn’t want to just be a spectator in this magical world; he wanted to be an active participant in its transformation.
As they approached Hogwarts, the towering castle came into view, its illuminated windows welcoming students to another year of adventure and learning.
For Jerry, it was also a place of enlightenment, where the mysteries of magic and the world itself awaited his exploration.
