DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Please let me introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore broke the silence and said happily, "Professor Alastor Moody, former Auror of the Ministry of Magic!"

Even the saddest Professor Quirrell once received the treatment that little wizards deserved at this moment, but this Professor Moody was quite different—there were only a few sporadic applause from the audience, and soon the It fell silent, and the only one who was willing to applaud him was probably Karl.

Moody, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all about the tepid welcome. He ignored the can of pumpkin juice in front of him, as if it didn't suit his taste at all. After muttering something, he reached into his traveling cloak, took out a large bottle, and took a sip into his mouth.

"Is this the person Professor Lupine said was far superior to him? It's really terrifying, but..."

Harry watched silently at Moody, who was eating and drinking in the professor's chair. As he raised his arm to drink, his cloak was pulled back a little from the ground, and he saw a clawed foot resting on the foot of the wooden table. side exposed...

However, Carl's eyes stayed on Moody's wine bottle and did not move away for a long time. He understood that what was in it was not some spirits, but... Compound Potion!

"Well... where did I just say?" Dumbledore cleared his throat and said with a smile to the students:

"We are honored to host an extremely exciting event next month. Counting the time, it has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held again at Hogwarts this year !

This match has taken up a lot of the professors' time and energy - so we'll have to put the Quidditch match on hold for now, but I promise, you'll love it. "

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"Triwizard Tournament?! God, you must be joking!"

"It's so cool! This is a trial for the brave and the wise!"

"I can't believe it. After more than a hundred years, the Triwizard Tournament has restarted!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the entire auditorium exploded. This was once the most prestigious academy league in Europe, and Hogwarts' title as number one in Europe was also somewhat related to this highly valuable competition.

After receiving this explanation, the young wizards of the senior grades who were about to graduate immediately forgot about the Quidditch game, and they were gearing up with anticipation on their faces.

What kind of Quidditch, let me die!

Master wants to become a warrior and win glory for Hogwarts! The bonus is just incidental, it doesn't matter at all...

"Triwizard Tournament, what is that? I still think Quidditch is much better!"

On the Gryffindor long table, Harry scratched his head and looked at Hermione with some doubts. He didn't understand why the seniors were so excited.

History of Magic, who often hovered on the edge of the pass line, scanned his brain, but sadly found that he had no feeling for this term at all.

The Triwizard Tournament is not as fun as Quidditch, but Quidditch can rise to the world level!

Harry thought bitterly that without a Quidditch match, his two Firebolts would have nowhere to go.

"I told you to read more books!" Hermione turned her head and stared at him like an idiot, "The Triwizard Tournament was organized by the three major magic schools in Europe seven hundred years ago. On the surface, it is said to promote communication, but in fact it is to compete for its own hard power!

The general rule is that each school selects one warrior, and three warriors compete in three magic events, which are held at different times of each school year.

They will test the warriors in many different ways, testing their magical talents, strengths, courage, theory, reasoning ability and ability to overcome danger. They are scored according to the quality of each item they complete, and the warrior with the highest combined score of the three items wins! "

"This is the highest honor one can get in college life! The value is comparable to the Order of Merlin and the World Quidditch Champion Trophy!" Hermione added after finishing the specific rules, and it was obvious that she was also yearning for it.

"It sounds pretty good..." Harry let out a sigh of relief, the strong sense of gap caused by the cancellation of the Quidditch match was finally balanced a little, but he soon became puzzled again: "But why was the Quidditch game canceled a hundred years ago?" Is it over?"

"Because it's dangerous! There are too many deaths every time, and if each project is not completed, it will continue under the effect of the ancient contract until the real winner appears!" Hermione said in a deep voice.

"Miss Granger is right! The previous Triwizard Tournament was indeed very dangerous, and people would die almost every time!" Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to restore the game," continued Dumbledore, "none of which have been successful, however, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Competitions have decided that the time has come for another attempt." Ripe - we've been working on it all summer!"

Dumbledore babbled about the rules of the competition, and the expressions of the junior wizards in the auditorium, who were bewildered and didn't know these things, gradually became fanatical.

Such a high honor, from the seniors who are about to graduate to the freshmen who have just attended the sorting ceremony, they all want to be the warriors that Dumbledore said represent Hogwarts!

"One thousand Galleons!" Carl stood his elbows on the table and propped his face with his palms, hesitating for a moment.

He only got more than 40,000 Galleons from Sirius in the first half of the year, and this small amount of money in the Triwizard Tournament really doesn't look good.

Although he is confident that he can beat other contestants, the age barrier arranged by Dumbledore will most likely not be able to stop him - he is a dimension traveler who plays with time and space.

With the development of the body, the air-forbidden enchantment that was jointly arranged by the four giants at the peak period has nothing to do with him. But this competition is really tiring, and he has to participate in three events, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Keep it simple, keep the game simple~...

It's so annoying, can't the Goblet of Fire select a few warriors, and then go straight to a regular top lane 1v1 duel between men?

I want the championship, who is in favor and who is against?

Those who dare to object directly send Avada to eat a big melon and send them to the west. At that time, the bonus of one thousand Galleons will be like picking something out of a bag...

"Money or life, it's really hard to choose..." Carl smiled helplessly, and then lay down on the table like a salted fish.

Unlike his salted fish, the little lions of Gryffindor next to him were already eager to sign up for the competition, especially the Weasley brothers.

When they heard the specific amount of the bonus, they almost jumped up excitedly. Their calculations are very good. If they can get this sum of Galleons, they will be able to realize their long-cherished dreams immediately after one year of graduation...