I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Seeing a wizard enter the auditorium, everyone raised their heads from the dining table to look at the visitor.

Gabriel widened her eyes and asked curiously, "Rove, are they both professors at Hogwarts?"

"No." Rove was tasting a summer vegetable mixed with walnuts, cumin and shredded cheese. He wiped the corner of his mouth and introduced to her:

"The guy with short blond hair is called Ludo Bagman. He used to be a batsman for the Wimbledon Hornets. After retiring, he became the director of the Magical Sports Department."

"As for the one-eyed wizard—his name is Octavius ​​Acus—he's the Director of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic."

"He's really weird looking," said Gabriel.

"Yeah." Rove squinted his eyes, staring at the new director who took over from old Barty Crouch.

Akus was very old, his face was wrinkled, his hair was as black as night without a single white strand, he had a neat black beard on his face, and a piece of black leather covered his left eye, but his right eye As blue as a midsummer sky.

Fu Rong picked up a horn glass of beer, took a sip, and thoughtfully said, "Are they here for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"That's right." Rove nodded, "The Triwizard Tournament is jointly organized by these two departments, and the competition events are also set by them."

Of course, with Ludo's lazy personality, it is estimated that he will leave most of the matters to the International Cooperation Department, and he only wants to be lazy.

Dumbledore stood up and greeted the two of them. He smiled and said, "You are most welcome, friends. Please share the feast with us."

Ludo and Akus sat down at the guest table, and Karkaroff found that there was still an empty seat beside him.

He looked at Akus with those cold eyes, then turned to Snape, and whispered softly, "Severus, whose position is this?"

Snape said with a gloomy face, "Moody."

"Mad-Eye?" Karkaroff looked at Snape in astonishment, unable to believe his ears.

"Why is that old dog here?!"

"I'm a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts." A mocking voice sounded.

"What, you have an opinion, Karkaroff?!"

Karkaroff turned his head in horror, seeing Moody limping over, his face suddenly turned pale.

Moody walked up to Karkaroff, the normal eye stared at him, and the magic eye kept turning around in its socket, first looking at Snape, then at Ludo and Aku s.

"Karkaroff, we haven't seen each other for a long time, do the math, how many years has it been?" Moody asked hoarsely.

Karkaroff stared at the other party in astonishment for a while, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"Thirteen years." Moody reminded in a voice almost whispering: "The last time we met was in the tenth courtroom of the Ministry of Magic. I personally sent you in."

Karkaroff's face became paler, and he said sternly, "Don't mess around, I'm Durmstrang's headmaster now!"

"Principal?" Moody said with a smile, "Do you still remember Crouch?"

Karkaroff said nothing.

"Of course you will remember!" Moody sneered and said, "It took me six months to catch you, but Crouch let you go again.

He's been in Azkaban lately, too, because of his Death Eater son thing.

Crouch is still the director of the Cooperation Department, and he almost became the Minister of Magic back then. How is it compared to you, Principal Durmstrang? "

After saying this, the white-haired old man picked up a curved wine bottle from his waist, drank the wine one by one, and sneered vaguely:

"Karkaroff, all I know is that a dog can't stop eating shit, you'd better not do bad things under my magic eye... I will keep an eye on you!"

Karkaroff's face was pale, and he swallowed hard.

Moody looked like a lost old dog, very old and toothless, and seemed to have stopped howling, but even just raising his eyes made him feel terrible.

He just wants to get out of the auditorium now!

Karkaroff was not the only one who wanted to leave the auditorium, Professor Flitwick was also included.

Hagrid, who didn't know when he returned to the auditorium, just sat under the chair when he noticed Maxim who was almost shoulder-to-shoulder in size.

As if he saw an alien creature, his eyes widened, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

How could there be such a beautiful witch in the world?

Oh Merlin, this lady is as lovely as a newborn dragon!

Hagrid felt his heart melt.

"Hagrid, have a glass of wine to warm yourself up." Professor Flitwick raised a glass and handed it to Hagrid.

Hagrid was still staring blankly at Maxim, he reached out to hold the wine glass, and tightly held Professor Flitwick's hand.

This action made Professor Flitwick's fingers ache, and he cried:

"Oh, you hurt me, Hagrid! Let go, don't push so hard! Ah!"

Hagrid raised his glass and wanted to take a sip, but the wine didn't reach his mouth, and it poured all over Professor Flitwick's head.

"Oh, you got it all in my hair, Hagrid! It's sticky, get me a tissue and wipe it off!"

Hagrid looked at Maxim with a smirk on his face. He picked up the fork and accidentally stuck it in Professor Flitwick's hand.

"Oh, it hurts, it's bleeding, Hagrid! Pull that thing out! You idiot!!"

The entire guest table was noisy for a while, and after a long time, when all the sweets were served and people swallowed them with large glasses of wine, the golden plates were scrubbed again.

Dumbledore stood up again, a feeling of excitement and nervousness pervaded the auditorium, and everyone stared at the headmaster very intently.

"The moment has finally come," Dumbledore said with a smile:

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Arcus have worked tirelessly to arrange the Triwizard Tournament."

"They will join me, Professor Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim to form a five-member referee panel to judge the performance of the warriors."

Applause erupted immediately in the auditorium. Ludo waved happily to express his gratitude. Akus also stood up gracefully and bowed slightly.

"As you know, there will be three warriors participating in the competition, and they will be selected from three schools." Dumbledore said calmly, looking at the crowd.

"These warriors need to complete three projects, respectively testing their magic talent, courage, reasoning ability-of course, and the ability to overcome danger!"

"We will score the Warriors according to the quality of each event they complete, and the Warrior with the highest score will win the final Tri-Power Cup!"

Everyone looked at Dumbledore. They were more concerned about how to select warriors at this time. Fortunately, the headmaster didn't continue to babble, and said straight to the point:

"The one responsible for selecting the warriors is an impartial selector, and it is the Goblet of Fire!"

At this time, Filch walked towards Dumbledore, holding a large wooden box inlaid with jewels in his hand. The box looked very old, and the students looked at it fascinated.

Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped three times on the lid of the box, which slowly creaked open to reveal a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet.

The cup itself was inconspicuous, but inside it was a beating blue-white flame.

Dumbledore put the cup on the lid so that everyone in the Great Hall could see what it looked like.

"Every student who wants to be a warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet," said Dumbledore.

"Students who aspire to become warriors can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, which is the night of Halloween, the goblet will select the names of the three students it thinks best represent the three schools.

Tonight, the goblet sits in the foyer, accessible to all students who wish to run. "

"One last thing!" Dumbledore looked at all the students, and he said loudly:

"Anyone can sign up to participate, but... once selected as a warrior by the Goblet of Fire, they will form a powerful magical contract with it that must be obeyed!

According to the content of the magic contract, the warriors must come to the scene to complete all the competitions. If anyone refuses to participate, or gives up halfway, the end will be very miserable! "

Hearing this sentence, the auditorium became silent, and everyone seemed to have stopped breathing.

"Remember!" Dumbledore looked around, and when his eyes swept over Rove, he paused slightly.

"You have to think clearly before deciding whether to put your name in. Once you participate in the competition, there are only two results. Complete all tasks, or... die!"

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(Thanks for the rewards of the two big guys "Just Love Walangshui" and "Or Song".

During the recent special period, Zhang Shuo is not displayed, but it can be seen in the backstage of Yaya, so everyone can say more Zhang Shuo. )