The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

When the little wizards arrived almost, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened and everyone immediately calmed down.

Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year students to the front of the auditorium.

If Ron was soaked just now, it would be nothing compared to these freshmen.

It was as if they were not on a ferry, but swam from the lake.

They stood in a row along the faculty desks, stopped and faced the students in the school.

They may be because of the cold or a little nervous, and they are trembling all over, like kittens who have just taken a shower.

Professor McGonagall placed a triple stool on the ground in front of the freshman, and placed a ragged, dirty, patched wizard hat on the stool.

The first-year students stared at it blankly, and others looked at it too. For a moment, the auditorium was silent.

Then a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly started singing.

(The song is omitted directly!)

After the first graders followed the names of Professor McGonagall, one after another, Professor McGonagall picked up the branch hat and small stool and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, and he looked at all the classmates with a smile, spread his arms and made a welcome gesture.

He continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that the forbidden forests on the other side of the venue are not allowed to enter, and no students under the third grade are allowed to visit Hogsmeade Village."

"In addition, I would like to tell you very regretfully that the Academy Cup Quidditch will not be held this year."

"What?" The whole auditorium exploded in an instant, as if a stone was thrown into the water halfway. They all opened their mouths and stared at Dumbledore silently, as if they were so surprised that they could not speak.

Professor Dumbledore ignored the students' shouts and objections at all, and continued after a loud curse:

“This is because a large event will begin in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of time and energy for teachers.

But I believe you all can have a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce to you that this year is at Hogwarts…”

At this moment, a deafening thunder sounded from the ceiling at the right time, and the auditorium door slammed open.

A man stood at the door, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak.

Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger. Suddenly, a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, and many timid students took a breath of air conditioning.

Lightning illuminated the man's face very clearly. It was carved on a piece of decaying wood. The carver only had a vague concept of how the human face should be, and he did not use the carving knife very much.

OK.

Every inch of the skin on her face seemed to be scarred, her mouth was like a crooked hole, and the area where her nose should be bulging disappeared.

The most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes. One of his eyes is very small, black and shiny; the other one is very big, round like a coin, and it is a distinctive one.

Bright blue.

The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye - later, the blue eyeballs flipped and penetrated into the man's head.

Everyone can only see a big white eyeball.

The stranger walked to Dumbledore and he stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook his hands and whispered a few words. Maybe the professor sitting next to them had heard it clearly, but Rolf didn't hear a word clearly.

He seemed to be asking a stranger something. The stranger shook his head without a smile, lowered his voice and answered.

Dumbledore nodded and signaled the man to sit in an empty seat on his right, where the stranger sat.

He shook his head hard, shook his long gray hair away from his face, then pulled a plate of sausages and raised it to his incomplete nose and smelled it.

He took out a knife from his pocket, poked it in from one end of a sausage, and started eating.

His normal eye was staring at the sausage, but the blue eye was still constantly circling in the sockets, looking at the auditorium and classmates.

"Please allow me to introduce our new teacher in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

The little wizards were chattering in the restaurant, but they seemed to be afraid of something, and everyone subconsciously lowered their stiffness.

Rolf felt that something was wrong with Professor Moody, but he couldn't tell what was wrong...

Could it be... someone helped Voldemort kidnap real Moody? Is he the master of that majestic voice?

Professor Moody seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction. He ignored the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, but reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved wine bottle, and took a big sip.

When he raised his arms to drink, the cloak he dragged to the ground was pulled up a few inches. Many young wizards sitting in the front row saw a few inches of wood carved legs under the table, with a claw-shaped one below it.

foot.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "As I said," he said with a smile at the many students in front of him, but the students were still staring blankly at the crazy-eyed Moody.

“In the coming months, we will be honored to host a very exciting event that has not been held for over a century.

I am very happy to tell you that the Trio Championship will be held in Hogwarts this year!”

After everyone heard the news, the air was obviously quiet for a few seconds, and then exploded instantly. Since Moody entered the door, it has been shrouded in the tense atmosphere in the auditorium and was suddenly broken by this news.

Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Professor Dumbledore also chuckled happily.

"Some of you don't know what this tournament is going on, so I hope some people who know the situation will forgive me for explaining it a little here, and I'll allow their thoughts to go a little bit."

"The Triumph Championship was founded about 700 years ago and is a kind of friendship competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe.

The three schools are: Hogwarts, Boothbarton and Demstrong, each of which selects one Warrior, and then the three Warriors compete for three magical programs.

The Triumph Championship is held every five years, and three schools take turns to host it. Everyone agreed that this is an excellent way for young wizards to establish friendships between different countries.

But things went against my wishes. Later, there were too many students' deaths, and the Triumph Championship was interrupted."

"Count of deaths?" Many young wizards from Muggle were shocked when they heard this keyword, but most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as they were. Instead, many people were whispering excitedly.

“For centuries, the Ministry of Magic has tried several times to resume the championship,” Dumbledore continued, “but none of them were successful.

However, our Ministry of Magic's International Magic Cooperation Division and Magic Sports Division believe that the time to try it out is ripe.

We did a lot of work this summer to make sure every warrior is not in danger of life.”

“In October, the principals of Boothbaton and Demstrong will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the selection ceremony for the Warriors will be held on Halloween.

The main venue for our competition this time is no longer carried out through reality, but should be switched to the virtual wizard network. Some of our new classmates may not understand what this network is. Believe me, you will love it in just one week.

On it!

In addition, we will have a whole fair team of referees who will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Final Three Cup, win honors for their schools, and individuals will receive a thousand gallons.”