The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

The back-to-school banquet started quickly.

The order and duration of each event have not changed much. The soaked first-year students began to enter the venue. "They have to come by boat even if it rains so heavily," more than one person said: "It's so pitiful, they

I haven't even started learning magic yet." Then Professor McGonagall set up the stools and the Sorting Hat. The Sorting Hat sang a song. Hermione listened carefully and expressed her opinion to DeWitt after listening: "Well

...The tune has been changed and the lyrics have been changed, but the general idea remains the same." Then the sorting ceremony officially began and ended. Dumbledore announced, "Eat!" This did not change. "No," Hermione said: "Our black

No news yet from the Defense Against Magic professor."

"Not going to class this year?" Ron opened the champagne in advance for writing one less course of homework.

"Don't," Harry quickly swallowed the steak in his mouth and said, "Defense Against the Dark Arts class is so interesting. We can use magic casually in this class..."

Ron began to hesitate, and his eating movements were even slower. After eating, he was still hesitating whether it was a good or bad thing not to have Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. Dumbledore began to speak, and he was still hesitating. Until haha

Li——When a large number of students screamed, he came to his senses and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong? What's wrong? What did Professor Dumbledore just say?"

"There will be no Quidditch match this year." Only DeWitt, who didn't care about the matter, was thoughtful enough to answer.

So Ron immediately shouted out.

But Dumbledore's turning point came soon: "This is because a large-scale event will start in October and last throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I believe that you will all get a lot out of it."

Fun. I am very happy to announce to you that this year at Hogwarts——"

The door of the auditorium made a loud noise, and the strong wind that rushed in played a majestic tune. The sound of a wooden leg stepping on the ground beat the rhythm of this tune, and Dumbledore deliberately maintained silence.

, gradually attracted the attention of the students. The guest who walked into the auditorium focused on walking. His goal was clear and his eyes were firm. He was not moved at all by the students who were moved by his terrifying appearance. The long wind sound

It seemed that he was also telling about the ups and downs this man had experienced, but no matter how long his life was, it would eventually come to an end, so the sound of the wind would stop and the steps of the guests would also stop. He stood on the faculty seat, shook hands with Dumbledore, and said briefly

After a few words, he sat down rudely. He didn't care that Dumbledore was about to introduce himself.

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said: "Professor Moody."

Dumbledore immediately returned to the topic of events to be held at Hogwarts, but the name "Professor Moody" triggered a small exclamation from more than one student - basically all students from wizarding families.

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"Legendary Auror," soon a student whispered: "Active during the period of fighting against the mysterious man, he captured countless Death Eaters, and paid the price of an eye and a leg for this..."
The price can be seen by everyone - one of Professor Moody's eyes was replaced with a big eyeball that is always open, and one leg was replaced with a wooden one like a pirate.

"There are also some sequelae, such as worrying that I will be killed at any time." The students commented as they watched Professor Moody carefully test whether there was poison in the food.

At this time, Dumbledore also mentioned the key content: "...The Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts."

The Headmaster began to introduce this event - the Triwizard Tournament has not been held for more than a hundred years. The reason it was banned at that time was because there were too many deaths. Now the Ministry of Magic believes that all conditions have changed earlier than in the past, and the tragedies of the past will not happen.

If it happens again, it’s time to restart. At the same time, in order to further ensure safety, the age of the participants will be restricted. You must be over seventeen years old to participate. The remaining participants of the Triwizard Tournament will come from Beauxbatons and Germany.

Armstrong, these are two other magic schools in Europe, and their delegations will arrive in October.

After saying these words, Dumbledore stopped caring about the students' discussions and immediately announced that the banquet was over and everyone had to return to the dormitory.

"How do you feel?" DeWitt ignored the twins who kept complaining about the unreasonable rules and whispered to Hermione: "Want to participate?"

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"Well... Theoretically, I can't participate," Hermione lowered her head and said a little embarrassedly: "On the one hand, it is dangerous, and on the other hand, I am not old enough, and Professor Dumbledore seems to be preventing underage students from signing up.

Means... Hey, why are you laughing like this?"

"Because it's interesting." DeWitt liked to listen to Hermione's series of inaccurate explanations. He looked at Hermione's serious profile from the corner of his eye and said: "Don't avoid your own thoughts, and - your age should be

Enough."

If there was an outsider listening now, Hermione would not be even a little bit more frank, but there was nothing to hide in front of DeWitt. She said with a little loss: "Yes, of course I know that I am old enough... good

Well, okay, I admit I'm interested - can you stop laughing? I also have to consider Professor Dumbledore's method of judging age - and also consider the criteria for selecting 'referees' for school representatives..."

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"Anyway, you're just signing up," DeWitt stopped. He analyzed the panicked Hermione: "If you don't plan to cheat, then all you can do is sign up when the time comes, and then wait.

There’s no need to think about it.”

Hermione paused for a moment without speaking. After she took a breath and calmed down, she said, "You're right."

The moving team arrived at the dormitory, and the leading student told the fat lady the secret code for entering. Tonight's heavy rain made most students have no intention of chatting in the lounge. Most of them said good night to each other or went back to the room together. He

Min also yawned, and she pretended to be casual and said to DeWitt: "Should I go back to bed?"

"Good night."

DeWitt turned to leave, but Hermione grabbed his sleeve when no one was looking.

What's wrong? DeWitt turned around and saw Hermione's rosy face with questioning eyes. Just as he was about to ask, Hermione suddenly grabbed his collar, stood up on tiptoes and kissed him.

The corner of the mouth.

"Good night." Hermione took a small step back, said with a smile, and prepared to go upstairs.

"Too fast," however, DeWitt said this. He just felt moist soft lips touching him, which was difficult to satisfy, so he reached out and gently pressed Hermione's shoulders and said, "Come again."

Once - no one sees it now anyway."