Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

A big red balloon filled with water fell from the ceiling and exploded in the crowd, splashing water everywhere.

Peeves screamed and threw water balloons into the crowd, his broad and mischievous face tightening. The little wizards, whose robes were soaked by the cold water, were screaming and pushing, trying to leave the foyer and squeeze into the auditorium as quickly as possible.

"Peeves! Get down here!" Professor McGonagall rushed out of the auditorium, shouting angrily.

"I didn't do anything!" Peeves chuckled and threw another water balloon into the group of girls.

"Ouch..." Draco was splashed with water and angrily squeezed into the auditorium along with the crowd.

Brian had a smile on his face. In any case, he didn't dislike this mischievous ghost. Peeves's pranks always lightened his mood, and sometimes playing tricks on Peeves would put him in a better mood.

They sat at the Slytherin table, and the Great Hall was still magnificent. The teachers' bench was already full of professors. Except for Professor McGonagall who was there to pick up the new students, only the seat of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still vacant.

"So, the school finally couldn't find a wizard willing to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Blaise commented calmly.

"That's not bad. Anyway, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers from the past few years...except last year," Theodore said with a sarcastic expression, "I think any literate pig can do the job...anyway, they are all pestles." Reading textbooks on the podium.”

At this time, the door to the auditorium opened, and Professor McGonagall led a group of soaked freshmen in. They seemed to have swum out of the lake, all trembling.

The Sorting Hat sang its new song, and the auditorium burst into warm applause.

Next came the sorting ceremony. The freshmen were called forward in line and sat shivering on triangular stools. Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on their heads, waiting for the hat to call out which house they should go to.

The freshmen were sorted one by one, and Brian also saw the little girl Alyssa from Forley Village whom he met last Christmas. She was sorted into Gryffindor.

After the sorting ceremony was over and the hungry little wizards devoured their dinner, Dumbledore stood up and spoke again.

He once again emphasized what was prohibited in the school, and then said with a smile: "I am very sorry to tell you that the College Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

A group of young wizards opened their mouths, and buzzing discussions filled the auditorium. Draco raised his eyebrows at Brian and the others, eagerly anticipating the next words.

"I am very happy to announce to you that this year at Hogwarts..." There was a loud thunder, and the door of the Great Hall was slammed open.

Mad-Eye Moody limped in. He took off his hood, revealing long gray hair and a scarred face. His mouth is like a large, crooked mouth, and the place where the nose should be raised is missing. One eye is small, black and shiny, while the other eye is very large, a bright bright blue, up and down. Turning left and right, back and forth.

Brian looked at Moody and narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to feel that the evil eye was staring at him.

"It seems I have to learn Legilimency..." Brian lowered his eyes, "Then I'll give my Marauder's Map a good makeover."

Moody walked over and shook hands with Dumbledore, then sat on the empty seat in the teacher's chair, pulled out a plate of sausages and smelled them, then took out a knife from his pocket and poked the sausages to eat. The magic eye was still spinning around.

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Professor Alastor Moody."

The auditorium was quiet, no one applauded, and the students were stunned by Moody's appearance. Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands several times, and the applause sounded alone in the auditorium, looking very embarrassed.

Moody paid no attention to the silence and ate his dinner as if no one else was around.

"That Mad-Eye Moody who dueled with the trash can?" Draco showed a look of disgust.

"Uh... he used to be an excellent Auror, wasn't he?" Daphne said at a loss, "He must be very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts... I guess..." She glanced at Moody's appearance carefully, and then He quickly looked away.

"It's worth looking forward to." Brian said with a smile.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued: "As I just said... in the next few months, we will host a very exciting event..."

"I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

The auditorium exploded with buzz, and everyone was talking in disbelief.

Dumbledore briefly explained the situation of the Triwizard Tournament, and then continued: "In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the ceremony to select the warriors will be held on Halloween. Held on the eve!”

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts, as well as the prize money of a thousand galleons. But..." Dumbledore paused, "We all agree that there needs to be an age limit for competitors. Boundaries. Only students who are seventeen years old or older are allowed to register!"

"It's not fair! We also have to compete!" The underage wizards suddenly burst into an uproar, and the Weasley twins even shouted angrily, wanting to defend their right to participate in the competition.

"That's such a shame..." Draco said slowly, not sure whether he was regretful or dissatisfied or relieved.

Brian was thinking about how he could be selected to become a warrior.

He needs to become a warrior and personally participate in the Triwizard Tournament in order to obtain the greatest number of witness points and make himself stronger as quickly as possible. This is related to the follow-up plan.

But no matter what, this is almost the last plot he plans to participate in.

Just like a fairy tale has an ending, and then it becomes the adult's story. He should also let go and do his own thing.

"The best way is to replace Cedric Diggory, but Crouch Jr. may cause trouble..." Brian mused. "It seems that we need to have a good talk with him. However, he may also secretly use A stumbling block."

"I don't know what the Goblet of Fire uses to select warriors. If it doesn't rely solely on magical strength to select warriors, just putting names in it may not be safe enough..."

"Then, the best choice is to recite the Confusion Spell on the Goblet of Fire to ensure that I will be selected." Brian glanced at the level of his Confusion Spell. The master level can definitely guarantee success.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, the students began to walk to the common room.

Along the way, everyone was discussing the Triwizard Tournament. Slytherin's most likely candidates to be chosen as warriors are seventh-grade prefects Ian Hartle and Emma Farley. They are surrounded by a large group of young wizards and are discussing the Triwizard Tournament with great interest. Son.

"It's a pity that I can't participate," Blaise said regretfully, "However, I don't know how they choose the contestants. Maybe there is a loophole that can be exploited."

"Yeah, yeah, maybe the first level is to face a thousand venomous snakes and let you catch a snake king or something like that." Theodore yawned sleepily.

Blaise's face turned blue, and then gradually turned white, as if he had thought of something terrible. He glanced at Brian and Ofer, who was leaning over in his robe, and hurriedly moved away.

"Brian, do you still want to participate?" Daphne looked a little worried.

"Yeah, I'll give it a try." Brian said seriously.

"Well, you can definitely do it." Daphne was stunned and said seriously, "I think no one is more likely to win than you."

"Thank you, Daphne." Brian smiled, "But are you really sure I can do it?"

"Well, I know you won't do anything you're not sure about." Daphne smiled demurely and gently.

Brian nodded and said softly: "That's really good."

Daphne looked sideways at him, and then said in a daze: "It's great that you are still here."

"What's wrong?" Brian asked curiously.

"It's nothing," Daphne blushed slightly and said hesitantly, "It's just that I had a dream during the summer vacation. I dreamed that you grew black feathers, crows covered the sky, and the world became scary..."

She looked confused and said: "You seemed to be an adult at that time, young but vicissitudes of life, so far away from me..."

Brian paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled: "That was just a dream."

"Yeah, that was just a dream." Daphne breathed a sigh of relief, "It's great now."

They returned to their respective dormitories and fell into sleep.