Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The last news shocked the students in the entire auditorium into silence.

Until a voice shouted in disbelief.

"You're kidding! Professor!"

Fred asked the question that everyone wanted to ask. Someone chuckled, and the atmosphere in the auditorium relaxed a lot.

Dumbledore had an appreciative smile on his face.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley. But I did hear a very funny joke just now. It was about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, and they all entered the same tavern... ..."

His joke had just begun, and was interrupted by a slight cough from Professor McGonagall.

"Well, it seems not the right time to talk about this now." Dumbledore said helplessly, "Let's continue the topic of the Triwizard Tournament. This is a competition with a long history. It is organized by three magic schools in Europe, including Hogwarts. , Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, each school will select a contestant from an impartial referee to compete in three magic events, which is normally held every five years.”

"Just because the casualties in the game were too serious, the Triwizard Tournament was suspended centuries ago. The Ministry of Magic tried to restart the event many times, but failed. This year, the Ministry feels that there will be a new one The time is ripe to try, so the Triwizard Tournament will resume at Hogwarts this year.”

"In October, some students from the other two schools will come to Hogwarts as guests and stay for a while. I hope you can be warm and friendly enough by then. By the way, in order to ensure safety, this time The restarted Triwizard Tournament only allows students over the age of seventeen to register, and other unqualified students will not be considered."

This is the end of this semester's opening dinner.

But obviously, after hearing such heavy news, the little wizards would not quiet down so quickly.

They left the auditorium excitedly, still talking about the Triwizard Tournament with their companions.

"The event was stopped because of too many casualties. Why didn't you notice what Professor Dumbledore said?"

Unlike Harry and Ron, who were happily discussing how to participate in the competition, Hermione kept repeating these words with a serious face.

Ron said nonchalantly.

"Isn't it time to start again? With so many professors here, and Professor Dumbledore watching, there will definitely be no problems this year."

Harry complained silently.

"Fortunately it wasn't Professor Forrest who said this."

The two of them immediately shuddered when they heard this. They couldn't imagine what this year's Triwizard Tournament would be like if Sherlock said this.

At the same time, the Weasley twins passed by them, and they heard the two brothers complaining about why Dumbledore had to set the age at seventeen or above, when they were still a few months away from qualifying.

But of course these two clever ghosts didn't intend to give up just like that. They seemed to be discussing ways to hide it from the referee and increase their age by a few months.

After Harry and the others returned to the Gryffindor common room, the prefect who took over from Percy sent them the class schedule for this semester. Hermione stared at the class schedule for the new semester and said happily.

"There is an arithmetic divination class tomorrow. I think I can catch Sister Silk's first class."

Harry and Ron could only look at her with envy.

The Arithmancy class was an elective course and neither of them signed up. While Hermione was taking the Arithmancy class, they had to take Trelawney's Divination class.

Harry was already able to meet him, and tomorrow she would have to predict her doom for a whole class before she would give up.

The students in the lounge are still chatting about the Triwizard Tournament. Most of the students are not qualified to register, and they have no bold ideas to fool the judges and make themselves eligible to register. Basically, they are They were discussing who could represent Hogwarts in the competition, and what it would be like for the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, the two magic schools, who came from afar.

"The headmaster of Beauxbatons is a witch as strong as Hagrid, named Madame Maxime. I met her once." Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione.

Ron looked at him in surprise: "When did you see her?"

"You have forgotten, as I told you, Professor Forrester took me on a trip to France during the summer vacation of my second grade. At that time, we visited Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their school was also built in In the mountains, it’s not a castle, but like a manor, with beautiful scenery and a huge fountain.”

Harry described it to them, and Hermione had a very envious look on her face.

"Have you visited the Beauxbatons library? Is it as rich as Hogwarts' library?"

Harry shrugged.

"The professor and I are on a trip. Why are we going to the library of another school? But the onion soup in their cafeteria is very good. I drank several bowls of it."

Hermione had a look of reluctance, as if she would empty out the Beauxbatons school library if she went there.

They chatted in the common room for a while, and soon it was time for curfew. Harry, Ron and Hermione separated and went back to their dormitories.

The heavy rain outside the castle has not stopped yet. After a day of traveling and traveling, the students are exhausted. Soon, except for himself, everyone in Harry's dormitory can hear the steady breathing and Neville's sudden snoring. Voice.

It wasn't that Harry couldn't sleep, he was specifically waiting for everyone else to fall asleep before he could carry out his secret operation.

He pulled down all the curtains on his bed, then sat up and gently touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead that was very famous in the entire magical world.

An illusory, ghost-like figure slowly appeared in front of him.

The beautiful witch with long burgundy hair sat in front of his bed.

As soon as Lily appeared, she realized that the surrounding environment was no longer at Weasley's house.

"School starts today?"

she asked, smiling softly at Harry.

Harry relaxed naturally after seeing her, but he still complained.

"It rained so hard today that when we got off the carriage and returned to the castle, everyone was soaked."

"This is normal." Lily recalled with a smile, "Basically every year on the day when school starts, it rains here at Hogwarts. I remember one time when school started, your dad accidentally slipped and fell in a mud puddle. He rolled around inside. As soon as he entered the castle, Professor McGonagall was startled, thinking that some new magical animal had invaded Hogwarts."

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