The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Link actually had a bad impression of Mad-Eye Moody.

This is not entirely because of the other party's bad image, but also because the other party in the original book is the one who pretended to be Barty Jr. to plan the resurrection of Voldemort.

Of course, Barty was not attacked by Link on the night of the Quidditch World Cup, nor was he rescued by those mysterious shadowmen.

So Link is not sure whether the Moody in front of him is still a little Barty in disguise.

But that didn't stop him from being vigilant about it.

Thinking like this, Link's eyes turned to Mad-Eye Moody on the faculty seat, and his eyes became deep.

Moody's magic eye also seemed to sense Link's peeping, quickly turned around, and looked at Link.

After a long time, the two separated their eyes.

At this moment, perhaps unable to bear the awkward atmosphere at the scene, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said again:

"Where did I just say that? Oh! That's right! Over the next few months, we'll be proud to host a very exciting event that hasn't been held in over a century. I'm very happy I would like to inform you again that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Merlin's beard, they actually intend to do this, this is really... crazy!"

Cedric, who was angry just now because of the cancellation of the Quidditch House Cup, was already stunned, and he slumped back to his seat with a murmur.

There were many people in the auditorium who had similar reactions to Cedric. The dull atmosphere that had been shrouded in the auditorium just because Moody suddenly broke in was swept away, and almost everyone was talking excitedly.

"Wait! What's going on with the Triwizard Tournament? How come you all seem to know it, but I don't! Someone come and explain it to me!"

John was going crazy too.

He shook Cedric and Link's arms as he shouted, looking anxious.

The helpless Link could only force him to return to his seat, and then pointed to Dumbledore, indicating that Dumbledore would definitely explain.

Sure enough, when the atmosphere in the auditorium rose to a peak,

Dumbledore said:

"I think some of you still don't know what the heck is going on in this tournament. So I hope those who know will forgive me for explaining a little bit here.

The Triwizard Tournament was created some seven hundred years ago. It is a friendly rivalry between the three largest schools of magic in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school will choose a warrior, and then three warriors will compete in three magical projects. Typically, the Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, with three schools taking turns hosting it, and everyone agrees that it's a great way to create friendships between young wizards from different countries. But then the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted because the death toll was too high. "

"death toll?"

John lowered his voice and whispered in Link's ear with some unease, "Why does a game kill people?"

"Because this is actually a war, a war for the title of the No. 1 magic school in Europe." Link said without looking back, "Each of the three schools chooses the strongest one, and then let these three people Fight against each other in a carefully arranged arena, and the only winner will be the No. 1 school that wizards in Europe want to attend for the next five years. This is the truth of the Triwizard Tournament.

Such gladiatorial fights will lead to the death of a large number of elite students. In the current era of dwindling wizard population, it is inevitable to be stopped by the International Magic Association. "

Hearing this, John shuddered, and it seemed that there really appeared in front of him the scene of those amazing genius wizards being locked up in the arena, fighting to the death for that false name.

Even Cedric on the side couldn't help but glance at Link.

But he made no rebuttal.

Because what Link said was true.

"There have been attempts to revive the Triwizard Tournament for centuries," Dumbledore continued, "and they have all failed. However, we at the Ministry of Magic, at the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sport and Sports, believe that doing The time is ripe for a try. We've done a lot this summer to make sure that no one of our Warriors lives is in danger.

In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to pick the warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to become warriors, earning honor for their school, and the winning individual will also receive a thousand Galleons. "

As soon as Dumbledore's remarks came out, the atmosphere in the auditorium became even more enthusiastic.

Everyone is excited to become a warrior and participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, this is not entirely to help Hogwarts deserve the honor, but also for the prize money of a thousand Galleons.

This is a huge sum of money!

Brothers like George and Fred were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

In the entire auditorium, probably only the small group of people around Link showed some silence.

No way, Link just said the Triwizard Tournament was too scary.

"I know you all aspire to be warriors at Hogwarts," said Dumbledore, "but the Ministry of Magic and the participating schools have agreed that there will be an age limit for this year's contenders. Only students over seventeen are allowed to Registration is allowed. This measure is necessary because the competition program is still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how many precautions we take, students under sixth and seventh grade are simply impossible to deal with. I myself will guarantee that there is no one Underage students can deceive our impartial referees and become warriors at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's eyes flicked in Harry's direction, blue eyes gleaming meaningfully.

“A delegation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will be with us for most of the school year. I know you will all behave when our foreign dignitaries stay here. Warm and friendly, and once the champion of Hogwarts is finally selected, you will support him or her wholeheartedly. Well, it's getting late, and it's important that you walk into class fresh and clear tomorrow morning. Go Go to bed! Hurry up!"

With that, Dumbledore ignored the roaring protests in the auditorium, sat down and started talking to Moody about writing.

The students also stood up one after another, led by their prefects, and began to leave the auditorium.

"Huh! I'm so glad that I'm not yet seventeen years old!" John said behind Link with some emotion, "Otherwise they might choose me to be a warrior, I don't want to be locked in a cage. Fight with others!"

John's words were shared by many Hufflepuffs.

Despite Dumbledore's reassurances, honest Hufflepuffs couldn't fully believe that the Triwizard Tournament was safe.

For the Hufflepuffs, stability is the most important thing.

In the triwizard competition, they just watch the fun.

Link, who was leading the way as the new prefect, was a little dumbfounded when he heard the words.

If possible, he really wanted to make fun of John's overreaching, because the only condition for the selection of warriors in each school was actually fighting strength.

Under this rule, upperclassmen have a natural advantage over lowerclassmen.

So even if there was no age limit, a fifth grader like John would definitely not be a warrior.

Smashing his mouth, Link finally swallowed his words.

But if he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that others can stand it.

Slytherin's team was not far from Hufflepuff, and many people heard John's words.

Draco laughed immediately.

He laughed deliberately and said loudly:

"Look! There is an arrogant ghost here who thinks that he can be selected as a Hogwarts warrior. He is still glad that there is an age limit. It's really ridiculous! It's a virtue not to pee and take pictures of yourself!"

As soon as this statement came out, the entire Slytherin team burst into laughter.

John's face flushed red, and he left the group at once, glaring at Draco, as if he was going to charge in the next moment.

Many people on Hufflepuff couldn't help but bow their heads. Maybe they had the same idea as John just now, or they were thankful that they couldn't say it like John.

In short, very few people stood up with John, only a few people from the Quidditch school team.

"Do you dare to repeat what you just said?"

John gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly together.

"You're an arrogant! What if you say it again? You can still..."

Draco's voice came to an abrupt end, as John was already charging up.

It's a pity that the two sidekicks Gower and Crabbe beside him were already prepared and had already stepped forward and grabbed John's arm.

Seeing this, the Quidditch players behind John also rushed up.

A brawl is about to begin!

"Stop me all!"

At this moment, a violent shout made everyone's movements stagnate.

Link walked out of the crowd quickly, and with a flick of his wand, Goyle, Crabbe and other Slytherins were thrown back into the Slytherin team, knocking down a large group of people and letting out a series of screams.

John and the others were also imprisoned in place.

Giving John a reassuring look, Link walked slowly to Draco.

At this time, Link was already a head taller than Draco. He looked at Draco coldly and condescendingly at such a close distance. Draco felt a huge pressure, and his body couldn't help shaking. stand up.

"You seem to have forgotten the lessons I gave you. It seems that it's time to find a time for you to review it!"

A faint blue light appeared in Link's eyes.

The moment he saw the blue light, Draco immediately recalled the situation when he was tortured by Link in front of the door of the Slytherin lounge and tortured with the Bladder Explosion Curse. He couldn't help but burst out from his lower abdomen. dull pain.

This made Draco cover his stomach involuntarily, and said tremblingly:

"No, no! You can't, my dad is..."

Link didn't speak, just turned sideways and let John out of his back.

"I, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those words, I just couldn't hold back for a while, please forgive me."

Draco stumbled apologetically to John, and his attitude changed so quickly that John was a little stunned for a while.

Not only him, but the Slytherin team that was originally called Zhenghuan was also silent at this time, and everyone was watching all this with cold eyes.

Even when Link's eyes swept across the Slytherin team, many of them showed a pleasing smile.

This made Link want to laugh a little.

The glory of Slytherin is undoubtedly bright, it symbolizes all the qualities that a true nobleman should have.

Noble, universal love, wisdom, not pedantic, dare to draw the sword to the stronger...

But under the guidance of Voldemort and the pressure of the Ministry of Magic, Slytherin's so-called noble glory has been transformed into a discriminatory arrogance against half-bloods and Muggle blood.

The so-called ambition, shrewdness, judging the situation, being wise and protecting oneself and the supremacy of victory have also been misinterpreted as despicable and shameless unscrupulous and bullying.

The current Slytherins have long abandoned their former glory, and the Slytherin Academy has become a hotbed for cultivating refined egoists.

These people are shameless and fearless, and all they can see is more and more interests.

The fact that a stupid guy like Draco can be sought after by some people in Slytherin is the best proof.

Those people only followed Draco for the sake of the Malfoy family, hoping to get enough benefits from him.

And now, when Link stood before them as the heir to the more powerful Foley family, they would naturally abandon Draco and give Link their own false smiles.

In fact, isn't the treasure left by Slytherin the Slytherin itself?

Isn't every student of Slytherin House now the heir of Slytherin?

It's just that if Slytherin's deity can see these heirs, I'm afraid he will be revived in anger?

Link shook his head with some emotion, withdrew his gaze, looked back at Draco and said coldly:

"Insulting classmates with discriminatory language will deduct 20 points from Slytherin!"

As soon as the voice fell, a series of rustling sounds of gem reduction came from Slytherin's gem hourglass not far away.

Deducting college points, this is a new right granted to Link by the prefect status.

John's anger had subsided at this time, and Draco shrugged his head and slowly wanted to return to his team.

However, at this time, a somewhat harsh voice suddenly rang.

"I don't think it's enough to deduct 20 points for this kind of behavior." Moody limped over and pointed to Draco. "Slytherin, another 30 points! Besides, you kid must also I'm going to be locked up for a night, um, it's going to be executed tomorrow night."

Draco was afraid of Link, but that didn't mean he would obey Moody, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Hearing this, he said angrily with red eyes:

"You'll regret it, my dad is Lucius Malfoy!"

"Ah! Malfoy! I remember him!" Moody said with a grim smile. "When he was a Death Eater, he was chased and beaten by me and begged for mercy. Of course, I didn't let him go in the end! He's an old friend of mine, boy, tell your father that I'm still watching him, so he'd better not show the slightest! Got it?"

Draco was speechless and stood shaking like a sieve.

Perhaps feeling a little boring, Moody looked at Link again and said seriously:

"Your father is also an old friend of mine. I'll be watching you too, so you better be honest, Link Foley!"

With that, Moody flung his sleeves away, leaving only the Slytherin gemstone hourglass still rustling.

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