Study Days at Hogwarts

The Thestral carriage stopped in front of the oak gate of the castle. Fred, George and Lee Jordan got out of the carriage one after another. They held up their wands and held up umbrellas to block the rain above their heads. They looked at the group of people carrying their heads with interest. Students hurriedly rushed towards the stone steps in the heavy rain.

Albert easily picked up a Hufflepuff girl who accidentally fell to the ground, and walked into the castle with Zannah who was waiting for him.

"I read in the newspaper that something happened in the World Cup." Shanna frowned as she looked at the students pushing each other forward and screaming.

"Something bad did happen." Albert picked up his wand and tapped the water bomb thrown by Peeves, turning it into a deflated balloon. "Okay, Peeves, don't make trouble here." .”

"Nosy brat!" Peeves made a rude gesture towards Albert and chuckled. He took out two water bombs from where he didn't know and threw them towards the densest part of the crowd, and then He flew away with a weird laugh amidst the screams.

"Peeves is still so bad." Shanna looked at Peeves's leaving figure and shouted to the soaked students, "Enter the auditorium and don't crowd in here."

"How did you do that?" a boy couldn't help but ask.

"What can you do to make Peeves obey?"

Albert glanced sideways at the boy with light brown hair and a strong Irish accent.

As we all know, Peeves doesn't buy into anyone except Bloody Barrow and Dumbledore.

"I can't make Peeves obey." Albert shook his head and said, "Go in, the sorting ceremony should start soon."

The auditorium is still much the same as before, and the school has decorated it specially for the banquet to welcome the new semester.

The college table was already full of chattering students, and Fred, George and Lee Jordan had reserved an empty seat for him. When Albert and Zannah passed by, the Weasley twins were chatting with Angelina and Alya about the Quidditch World Cup finals.

"I'm starving." Lee Jordan grabbed the knife and fork and looked longingly at the golden plate in front of him, "I really hope they can quickly carry out the sorting ceremony."

"I was nearby at the time." Arya said depressingly about the night of the riots at the World Cup: "Those evil guys in hoods and masks controlled four poor Muggles and set fire to all the tents in that area. They were all burned. I really don’t know what the people at the Ministry of Magic were doing, and they didn’t intend to compensate for the financial losses at all. My dad was so angry that he sent Fudge a roaring letter. He thought it was the Ministry’s mistake. At that time, there were Ministry officials were nearby and no one was able to stop the riot."

"I know a little about this," George shared what he knew with everyone. "Percy told me that many wizards lied about the loss of property and property in an attempt to get money from the Ministry of Magic. After registration, the magicians When the Ministry found out that they needed to pay a large sum of galleons, they decided not to do anything at all..."

George's voice was masked by the thunder outside the castle, and a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling above everyone's heads.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the auditorium. When they were crossing the lake, they were soaked in the heavy rain and shivered all over. One of the new students had a different style of painting. He was wearing Hagrid's moleskin coat and looked very excited, as if he had just won the Quidditch match.

The freshmen stared blankly at the worn wizard hat placed on the triangular stool in front of them.

The moment the Sorting Hat started singing, the freshmen were stunned, and the original auditorium gradually became quiet.

After an unknown song of the Sorting Hat ended, the familiar sorting ceremony officially kicked off.

It was a very boring ceremony. As a prefect, Albert needed to spend time memorizing the new members of Gryffindor House.

However, the boy wearing a sailor cape brought some novelty to Albert. He was telling people about how he fell into the lake and was rescued by a big squid.

"It seems that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't come to school yet." George touched Albert with his arm and pointed to the empty seat on the teacher's seat.

"Maybe I'm late for something."

"Who knows what grades the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor needs for his advanced class?" Shanna was a little depressed. She only got a good grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"As long as you get good grades in most courses, you are allowed to take advanced classes." Angelina comforted, "Thanks to Albert's tutoring for us last semester, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor discovered that there are a group of people who have reached the advanced level. The level will definitely surprise you.”

"I hope there will be a great professor. What you can learn in this class depends entirely on the professor's teaching level." Alia believes that everyone's poor defense against dark arts is entirely the fault of the professor. "If there is another Lockhart, For a guy like that, I don’t think it matters whether he goes to an advanced class or not.”

"Don't worry, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a powerful character. It is said that he is a retired Auror." Lee Jordan, who was munching on a chicken leg, happily shared the good news with everyone.

"What courses do you plan to take?" Shanna asked Albert, who was engrossed in eating.

"The initial five courses include ancient runes and arithmetic divination." Albert said after swallowing the pork chop in his mouth and taking a sip of the drink.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you on winning two world awards." Angelina raised her goblet towards Albert.

"There is also a third-level medal of Sir Merlin." Zannah also raised the goblet.

"In total, you have won four heavyweight championships." Aria also raised the goblet towards Albert, "Maybe you can win another Triwizard Championship."

"I can guarantee that Albert is definitely the genius in the history of Hogwarts who can reach that level before graduation." Fred and George also raised their goblets. "You should be recorded in Hogwarts: A History."

"Here's to our genius," Lee Jordan said with a smile.

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder outside, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A strange man appeared at the entrance of the auditorium and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger's face. It was a scarred veteran. The scars of war still remained on his face, which made him look particularly ferocious. The most impressive thing about this man was that he s eyes.

Yes, prosthetic eyes.

One of the strange man's eyes is fake, and it actually moves up and down, left and right, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"I suddenly understand why he has the nickname Mad-Eye." Fred muttered softly.

"It's indeed a good fit." Li Jordan nodded in agreement, "Maybe we can learn a lot of useful knowledge this semester."

"What do you think?"

George is asking Mad-Eye if Moody is fake.

"I don't know, but it should be a magic eye with special effects." Albert looked at Moody with interest, and was thinking about how to use the technology of the magic eye to study, the kind that can see through disguise, invisibility, and... Techniques that hide magic and weird perspectives can actually be quite useful. "

Everyone else seemed to be stunned by the strange man's appearance, and they all stared at him intently.

Moody seemed to be indifferent to everyone's reaction. He walked directly to Dumbledore and shook his hand like an old friend. The two whispered a few words and sat down on his right at Dumbledore's signal. On empty seats.

?Dumbledore happily introduced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to everyone, but except for him and Hagrid, almost no one in the auditorium applauded the new professor.

Moody didn't care about this, pulled out a plate of sausages, poked and ate them with the knife in his pocket, as if the tableware on the table was coated with poison.

Years of Auror habits allowed Moody to use his magic eyes to look at the students in the auditorium.

"What do you think he's drinking?"

When Albert saw Moody take out a curved wine bottle from his traveling cloak and take a big sip, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Definitely not pumpkin juice," Fred speculated.

"I don't think it's pumpkin juice either," George immediately agreed.

"Of course it's not pumpkin juice." Lee Jordan exchanged glances with his friends around him, and they all felt that Moody was indeed suspicious.

If you don’t know, it is normal to think that there is wine in it, but the four people are doubting Moody’s identity, so the curved wine bottle may not necessarily be wine.

"What are you talking about?" Angelina was confused by the four people's words.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, "I want to make a few announcements."

No one really cared, the notices were basically the same every year: Filch's Prohibited Items. Everyone is prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest. Students below third year are not allowed in Hogsmeade. "

"I would also like to inform you with great regret that the College Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year." Dumbledore waited for the noise to quiet down before continuing, "I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at This year it will be held at Hogwarts. The headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will come with their carefully selected contenders, and the ceremony to select the champions will be held on Halloween."

After hearing that "in addition to winning honors for their school, individuals can also receive a thousand galleons bonus." Many students lit up with "I want to participate" written all over their faces.

After all, who would give up if they could gain honor and wealth?

The auditorium suddenly became filled with whispers, and countless students fantasized about becoming Hogwarts warriors.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that every warrior's life is not in danger. However, The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register. Because the events of the competition are still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grade to deal with it. .”

Some people protested angrily at Dumbledore's words.

However, Fred, George and Lee Jordan tried not to laugh out loud. They all thought those who protested in anger were stupid.

"What's wrong with you?" Angelina asked doubtfully.

"stomachache."

"There is only one warrior!" Alia said meaningfully.

"Ahem." Albert told Aria to shut up and stop attracting fire to himself.

They understand.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has his mind right, he will definitely make Albert the warrior.

Who can compete with Albert?

"Delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of this school year with us." Dumbledore had to raise his voice, "I know that foreign dignitaries are staying here. During this time, you will all be warm and friendly, and you will wholeheartedly support the warriors of Hogwarts."

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that every warrior's life is not in danger. However, The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register. Because the events of the competition are still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grade to deal with it. .”

Some people protested angrily at Dumbledore's words.

However, Fred, George and Lee Jordan tried not to laugh out loud. They all thought those who protested in anger were stupid.

"What's wrong with you?" Angelina asked doubtfully.

"stomachache."

"There is only one warrior!" Alia said meaningfully.

"Ahem." Albert told Aria to shut up and stop attracting fire to himself.

They understand.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has his mind right, he will definitely make Albert the warrior.

Who can compete with Albert?

"Delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of this school year with us." Dumbledore had to raise his voice, "I know that foreign dignitaries are staying here. During this time, you will all be warm and friendly, and you will wholeheartedly support the warriors of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore ended the dinner in a controversial uproar and sent all the students back to bed.

"Actually, I think their quarrel is meaningless." Professor McGonagall shook her head and said after the students left.

"I also think so. The champion of Hogwarts must be Albert." Hagrid said firmly.

"It seems that our school's warrior has been selected." Moody, who was talking to Dumbledore, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"To be honest, I'm a little worried that other schools will request that Mr. Anderson be banned from participating in the competition on the grounds that Albert is the winner of this year's Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellent Spellcasting Techniques." Professor Flitwick also felt that Albert Burt's participation in the Triwizard Tournament was indeed a bit of a bully.

"Mr. Anderson is also a student at Hogwarts. It is completely reasonable for him to become a warrior and participate in the competition." Professor Sprout suddenly looked forward to the reaction of other schools.

Listening to the professors' opinions on this matter, little Barty suddenly felt that the situation was a little bad.

However, it's even worse.

"That guy is definitely a fake."

In Albert's dormitory, the foursome were discussing whether Moody was true or false. The content in the curved bottle was definitely a compound potion.

"What do you think the other person's purpose is for coming to school disguised as Moody?" Fred was the first to ask the question.

"His target was probably Harry."

"Why?"

"It makes sense to push on anything that is unexpected. For example, the other party is actually here to murder Harry." Fred said.

"Murder Harry? That's the absolute stupidest way to do it."

"Albert, what do you think?"

"I don't know, but it's probably related to Harry." Albert said, "If Moody is really fake."

"Can it be predicted?"

cannot.