Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 197 This chapter is a transition, and it is repeated with the original work, so it can be skipped.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, the main event came.

Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year students to the top of the auditorium. The condition of this group of first-year students seemed to be worse than that of the senior students. They seemed to have been soaked in water. Most of them were shivering, cold and nervous.

At this time, Professor McGonagall took a three-legged stool and placed it on the ground in front of the new students, and placed a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard hat on the stool.

The first-year freshmen stared blankly at it, and all eyes were on the sorting hat.

In the silence, a slit like a mouth suddenly opened near the brim of the Sorting Hat, and then it suddenly sang:
That was more than 1000 years ago,
I have just been woven into shape,

There were four famous wizards,

Their names survive to this day:
Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,
Fair Ravenclaw, from the peaceful river,
Kind Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

They share a dream, a wish,
At the same time, there is a bold plan,

To bring up young wizards,
That's how Hogwarts was founded.

The four great wizards
Each builds his own academy,
in the students they teach
Valuable talents vary.

According to Gryffindor, the bravest
deserve the highest reward;

According to Ravenclaw, the most intelligent

always the most promising;
Hufflepuff felt that the hardest working

are most eligible for admission to the Academy;
And the power-hungry Slytherin
I like those ambitious teenagers the most.

The living years of the Four Wizards

Pick out the best students by yourself,
But when they sleep in Jiuquan,

How to pick out the talents among the students?

It was Gryffindor who figured it out,

He took me off his head,
The Big Four have injected me with ideas,

From now on, I will choose and evaluate!
Well, hold me well on the head,

I never looked away,
I want to see your mind,
Find out which academy you belong to!
Just like in the first grade, the Sorting Hat prepared a new song, and after it was sung, there was warm applause in the auditorium.

Anyway, the singing of the Sorting Hat is much better than the Hogwarts school song, and it changes every year.

In front of the faculty chair, Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment.

"Whoever I call by name puts a hat on his head and sits on a stool," she said to the group of first graders. "Stuart Ackley!"

A boy came forward, and he sat trembling on a stool.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

"Malcolm Bardock!"

"Slytherin!"

Jamie applauds politely.

One after another, freshmen were sorted into various colleges. Jemini looked at the sorting hat eagerly, hoping to hear him call Azkaban.

But, unfortunately, no.

The sorting ceremony ended after the last child named Kevin Whitt was sorted into Hufflepuff.

Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students below with a smile, opened his arms, and made a welcome gesture: "I only have two words for you! Eat!"

"Yeah!"

The voices of Harry and Ron came from the long table in Gryffindor. Like hyenas who had been hungry for a few days, they started a frantic sweep the moment the food appeared.

Jemini eats very reservedly. He always has small snacks in his storage space, so he doesn't have to worry about being hungry.

Perhaps because of the cold and hunger, today's students ate very quickly, and within a short while, even the desserts were swept away.

When the plates became clean again, Dumbledore stood up again, and the buzzing of voices in the hall stopped, and only the howling of the wind and the beating of the heavy rain could be heard outside the window.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at the students below with a smile: "Now that we are full and full, I must ask everyone's attention again. I have to announce a few announcements."

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to tell you that there are several more prohibited items in the castle this year. They are screaming balls, mace flying saucers and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 seven items, It can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and anyone interested can check it out."

As Dumbledore spoke, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, he seemed a little speechless and wanted to laugh.

Then he continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and students under the third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade Village, and I am very sorry Tell everyone there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

Jamie wasn't surprised at all, Dumbledore's voice sounded again before the players protested.

"This is because a large event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all have a lot of fun with it. I am very happy to announce that this year At Hogwarts—”

A loud bang.

The door of the auditorium was knocked open, interrupting Dumbledore's speech.

A man was standing in the doorway, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black traveling cloak, when suddenly a forked bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger, and he took off his hood, shaking With a head of long gray and white hair, he began to walk towards the staff table.

Jamie knew who he was—Mad-Eye Moody.

However, it is not yet certain that he is really Mad-Eye Moody.

His face looked as if he had been scratched several times by Buckbeak. It was distorted and terrifying, and the students around him shrank their necks in fright.

It wasn't until he walked to the teaching bench that Dumbledore broke the silence in the auditorium with a smile: "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher——Professor Moody."

No one clapped.

Only Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands, and the scattered applause seemed a bit bleak in the auditorium of Nuo Da.

Then they put their hands down knowingly.

Seeing that no one was interested in Mad-Eye Moody, Dumbledore had to change the subject and cleared his throat: "As I said just now - in the next few months, we will be honored to host a A fantastic event, one that hasn't been held in over a century, and I'm delighted to report that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year!"

There was a burst of discussion below, and Dumbledore continued: "Maybe some of you still don't know what's going on in this competition, so I hope those who know the situation can forgive me for explaining a little bit again, I allow their minds to wander for a while."

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest schools of magic in Europe."

"God f*cking friendship competition..." Jemini muttered softly, pursing his lips.

In order to allow Jemini to participate, Fudge led a group of Ministry of Magic officials to fight for reason, and finally got the group of overseas wizards to agree that students under the age of 17 can also participate if they meet the conditions, in order to let students from their own country win the competition .

Dumbledore was still saying on the stage: "In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the ceremony of selecting the warriors will be held on the eve of Halloween. An impartial The referees will decide which students are most qualified to compete in the Triwizard Cup, winning honors for their school and an individual prize of seven thousand Galleons."

Jemini was surprised for a moment, but considering that he had donated [-] Galleons to the Triwizard Tournament, it didn't seem surprising that he could take out a bonus of [-] Galleons.

Very good, the money should be returned to my own pocket no matter what.

"I know you're all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore finally said what students don't like to hear: "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have always believed that there is an age cut-off for this year's contenders, and it is only 17 years old - that is, 17 years old and above. ——Students are only allowed to sign up for consideration, we feel..."

Dumbledore couldn't finish his sentence, and there was a strong protest from below.

"This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth and seventh grades to handle it..."

"The most powerful student in our school is only 14 years old now!" Qiu Zhang yelled, and then she blinked in Jaeminy's direction.

Jemini grinned, Shirley glanced at Qiu Zhang, then with a slight smile on her lips, she put her arms around Jemini's arm.

Qiu Zhang:! ! !
"Of course——" Dumbledore blinked: "Considering that there are indeed some exceptionally outstanding students who are very powerful when they are under the age of 17, students under the age of 17 can obtain at least three deans. If you sign, you are eligible to participate in the selection."

The protests below stopped.

　The second one today is more beeping~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)