Hogwarts Homecoming

"The famous Amosta Blaine--"

The blue magic eyes in Moody's eyes suddenly turned back and trembled wildly towards Amosta. He stretched out his rough big hand, took Amosta's hand and shook it, muttering. The throat smiled,

"You killed the cunning werewolf leader and captured the black witch who attacked the Quidditch match. During this time, the Daily Prophet has become your personal page!"

Hundreds of little wizards below stretched their necks and looked curiously at the staff table. At this time, it was obviously not suitable to talk more.

After exchanging pleasantries with Moody, Amosta turned back to the little wizards and said with a smile,

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor——"

Amosta pretended not to hear, and Moody asked Dumbledore in a low voice why he smelled a familiar smell of crime on his body, and still happily said to the young wizards,

"Professor Moody--"

Normally, when a new teacher meets everyone, everyone will applaud and welcome him, but now, except for Professor Dumbledore, Professor Brain and Hagrid, no professor or student applauded. The few people who applauded found that the echo of their few slaps in the silent auditorium seemed lonely, so they put down their hands knowingly. The others seemed to be stunned by Moody's strange appearance and just stared at him intently.

"Moody--"

Harry whispered to Ron, "Mad-Eye Moody? Is that the man your father sent to help today?"

"It must be him!" Ron whispered fearfully.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with his face?"

The cold atmosphere in the auditorium was obviously not what Professor Brain wanted to see. He coughed twice and continued to say with a smile,

"Professor Moody was an Auror before retiring, and he is the most experienced Auror in the Ministry of Magic in the past fifty years. He has enough experience in dealing with dark magic. I believe this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be very exciting. !”

No matter what, Professor Blaine's face was to be given. Sparse applause appeared on the four long tables, and the little wizards whispered to each other. The young wizards in the lower grades are busy asking about what an Auror is, while the senior students who have enough knowledge about the magical world are asking about Moody's great achievements.

Moody seemed indifferent to those curious prying eyes. He walked into the empty seat left for him and ignored the large can of pumpkin juice in front of him. Instead, he took out a curved wine bottle and took a big sip. When he raised his arm to drink, his cloak trailing on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and many young wizards saw Moody's claw-shaped wooden prosthetic legs.

"--Okay, let's get back to the topic--"

Amosta, who thought he had fulfilled his duty, cleared his throat again.

"As I said before, over the next few months Hogwarts will have the great privilege of hosting a very exciting event, one that has not been held for over a century, and I am delighted to tell you that , the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year.”

"You've got to be kidding me!" Fred Weasley shouted.

The tense atmosphere that had enveloped the auditorium since Moody entered was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Amosta also glanced at Fred appreciatively, and then said,

"Maybe some people don't know what the Triwizard Tournament is all about, so I hope those who know the situation can forgive me for explaining a little here, and I allow their minds to wander for a while - the Triwizard Tournament is a This time-honored competition was founded some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Demuth. Trump.

Each school will select a warrior, and then three warriors will compete in three magic projects. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that this is an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to build friendships.

By the way, in the first half of this year, I met a little witch who may become a warrior of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her level can be said to be very good among little wizards, and she is willing to represent Hogwarts to meet the challenge. You must be fully mentally prepared. "

Let Professor Brain recognize the little wizard?

Not to mention the young wizards from the four colleges below the auditorium, even the professors at the faculty table all tilted their heads and showed a certain degree of curiosity.

"Of course, I want to explain something to you first--"

Looking at the little wizards who were gradually aroused, Professor Blaine poured a basin of cold water on them at the right time.

"The reason why the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted was because there were too many casualties among the young wizards participating in this event. In the most serious event, even the principals of the schools who served as judges were seriously injured. Therefore, when we at the Ministry of Magic When the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports submitted the proposal to restart the Triwizard Tournament to the International Federation of Wizards, all parties involved in the competition agreed that an age limit should be set for this year's competitors. Only those over ten years old Only seven-year-old wizards are allowed to sign up for the selection—"

There was a burst of frustrated sighs and dissatisfied protests in the auditorium. Ron held an uneaten chicken drumstick in his hand, shrugged his shoulders in vain, and said vaguely,

"What a pity. It seems we can only watch the excitement."

Harry nodded and glanced at Hermione, suddenly curious as to who was better between the Beauxbatons little witch whom Professor Blaine praised and Hermione.

"--And once you are appointed as the representative of three schools, you will be eligible to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy for your school, as well as a completely personal bonus of one thousand gold galleons!"

"That's not fair!"

Ron choked on the chicken and hiccupped, but he still struggled to swallow it, his face turned red and he screamed.

Ron's cry was not heard by Professor Brain, because at this moment, there were too many people protesting. Even the junior wizards of Slytherin who had always been very supportive of Professor Brain were not very convinced by this. Decide. On the Hufflepuff side, Harry saw some people even standing on the stools, protesting loudly.

"Oh, do these people understand the situation?"

Hermione frowned and glared angrily at the young wizards who were making noisy remarks.

"Professor Brain has emphasized the dangers of this event. Think about it, wizards like Professor Dumbledore were injured trying to prevent certain out-of-control factors in the game. They actually think they can handle these events? I think, In addition to age requirements, the Ministry of Magic also requires at least their OWLS scores!"

"Oh, shut up, Miss Granger!"

George Weasley immediately turned his head and said to Hermione that he and Fred had suffered a lot this summer because of their OWLS results. When Hermione mentioned this, his forehead was filled with anger.

But Hermione didn't flinch, she raised her chin and glared at George with a strong look.

"We have to find a way to overcome the obstacle, don't we?" Fred blinked at the people around him, including Harry and Ron. "I mean, if we can think of a way, who would be willing to try it for Hogg?" Watts wins glory?”

Fred's call was responded to by many people. Even Neville nodded hesitantly. Then, he was stared at by Hermione in surprise and anger.

"My grandma will definitely ask me to participate. She always says that I should protect the family honor--"

Neville hung his head, begging Hermione for forgiveness with a look of shame on his face.