I, Hogwarts Second Week

"I am very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts"

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

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.

All the little wizards in the auditorium subconsciously turned their heads to look at the stranger. A fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, and everyone gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face extremely vividly, and it was a very terrifying face.

Underneath the gray hair, the face looked as if it had been carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and the carver had only a vague idea of ​​what a human face should look like, and was not very good at using a carving knife.

Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a big crooked gash, his nose was missing where it should have been, and one of his legs was missing half a foot.

The left hand is also missing.

The most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes is small, black, and shiny, while the other eye is very large, round like a coin, and is a distinct bright blue.

The blue eye moved without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye.

Later, the blue eyeball rolled over and penetrated into the man's head. Everyone could only see a big white eyeball.

"Mad-Eye Moody!" Hannah yelled.

"Why is he like this? Last year-"

As she spoke, Hannah paused.

Because she suddenly remembered a piece of information published in the Daily Prophet at the end of last semester.

The Ministry of Magic achieved a great victory in the war against the Death Eaters.

They succeeded in driving all dark wizards out of Britain or capturing them outright.

She had never imagined what a bloody battle it would be, and now, through Moody's missing hand, she had a glimpse.

Involuntarily, the little witch trembled slightly.

She looked at Owen unconsciously, her eyes a little wandering.

Moody walked over to Dumbledore. He held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something.

It seemed like he was asking Moody about something.

Moody shook his head without smiling and answered in a lowered voice.

Dumbledore nodded in response and motioned for him to sit in an empty seat to his right.

Turning around, he sat down, shook his head and shook his long gray hair away from his face, then pulled a plate of sausages, raised it to his incomplete nose and smelled it. He took out a knife from his pocket, poked one end of a sausage in, and ate it.

His normal eye was focused on the sausage, but his blue eye was still moving around in its socket, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore said happily, breaking the silence. "

This time, it’s different from the original.

The little wizards burst into warm applause.

There's no denying that Moody is a bit eccentric, whether it's his cautious personality or his mutilated body.

But after the battle in Hogsmeade, the young wizard saw the injured Moody being carried into the school nurse's room.

Who was he hurt for?

This goes without saying.

Young children also have a sincere heart.

There was thunderous applause, which made Moody's face change slightly. There was calmness in his only eye, and the magic eye no longer looked around.

"Dumbledore personally invited him." Owen explained to the two people on the side: "That is a strong man."

"But he is no longer suitable for the position of Auror. If he continues to work, he will lose his life sooner or later."

"No one can touch him, not even Barty Crouch." He looked at Moody sitting on the faculty. "Dumbledore took him out of the Ministry of Magic on the grounds that the young wizard needed to receive some Auror training in dangerous times."

"Actually, this is also a disguised form of protecting him."

"Protect him?" Justin asked in confusion.

Owen rolled his eyes at him. This guy really doesn't study or read newspapers. He eats a lot of snacks and doesn't sleep. The only magic he learned was because Hannah pulled him along, otherwise he wouldn't take the initiative to learn spells from him.

"Half of the dark wizards in Azkaban were sent in by him. Do you think the Death Eaters who are still outside will cause trouble for it?"

"This" Justin was silent.

Owen, on the other hand, turned his attention back to Moody.

He watched carefully.

Hoping to see something different from Moody.

Yes - the wheel of history has moved elsewhere, and Owen can't tell whether the person in front of him is the real Moody or someone else pretending to be him.

Judging from his brief contact, the Moody in front of him was almost the same as the one he knew, but——

After all, Barty Crouch Jr. could fool Dumbledore with his acting skills

Maybe he didn't fool him - but at least he fooled most people, so Irving couldn't confirm who was sitting on the podium.

He may be, he may not be, or he may be in a superposition of yes and no, as long as you don't expose him.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic!"

While Owen was thinking.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at the many students in front of him with a smile. Although most of the young wizards were still paying attention to Mad-Eye Moody, "In the next few months of this year, we will be very... It is an honor to host a wonderful event that has not been held for centuries. I am delighted to say that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"Oh my God, did I hear that right?"

"You're kidding!" The little wizards immediately became excited.

Fred and George stood up and questioned Dumbledore loudly.

Maybe Harry didn't know what the Triwizard Tournament was, but the group of young wizards who lived in the wizarding world and had been exposed to it since childhood had all heard of this tournament.

In the past, when the three major European academies were still in regular contact, the Triwizard Tournament would be held alternately between the three academies every four years.

Known as the highest achievement a little wizard can achieve.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley!" Dumbledore looked at the twins, "But since you mentioned joking, I heard a very interesting joke about a troll, a dominatrix and a dwarf. Damn, they all entered the same tavern."

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh - that's probably not the right time to say that. It's not right." Dumbledore said, "Where did I just say that?" "

"Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament. Yes, some of you still don't know what this tournament is about, so I hope some people who know the situation can forgive me for explaining it a little here. Allow their minds to wander for a while.”

Then he slowly explained: "As we all know, the Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. It is a very good competition. It once became a tradition to serve as a display platform and help young wizards from different countries establish friendship, but later, the number of deaths was too many, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"Death count?" Hannah's eyelids twitched slightly and her brows furrowed slightly.

She had heard about the competition.

Full of danger indeed.

There were even cases where all the warriors died.

This is why this competition is no longer held.

Death is something very sensitive to her now.

However, most of the little wizards showed no expressions of concern. Many people whispered excitedly.

Everyone is eager to hear the specific details of the Triwizard Tournament, and seems uninterested in those who died hundreds of years ago.

"There have been several attempts to revive the Tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and Department of Magical Sports believe that the time has come. .We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that no warrior's life is in danger."

Dumbledore's voice floated over the auditorium.

The little wizards all showed fascinated expressions and were looking forward to it.

But if there was anyone who was different - apart from Owen, it was Hermione.

Miss Granger frowned, looking confused.

She looked at the principal on the podium with a very blank expression.

The reason why she showed such an expression was very simple.

That is - at this current time, this so-called 'opportunity' cannot be called 'mature'.

Everyone knew that Voldemort had returned.

British wizards were still in panic just a few months ago!

At this time, a competition between the three major wizarding schools in Europe will be held. What if Death Eaters take the opportunity to attack the castle?

What if Voldemort has some conspiracy?

If something happens to wizards from other schools in Hogwarts, it will be a huge reputational damage to both Hogwarts and the UK!

Hogwarts, which has been famous for thousands of years, may be in ruins.

She really couldn't understand why Principal Dumbledore would convene such a grand competition at such a dangerous time?

As she thought, she turned her head unconsciously, and her eyes seemed to be attracted by some kind of gravity and fell on the body leaning on the table, supporting her cheek with her left hand, one foot in the stool, the other outside, the whole The man looked directly at the boy on the podium.

The candlelight on the ceiling illuminated the boy's profile.

It added a healthy wheat color to his fair cheeks.

Owen seemed to be aware of the different gaze.

He turned around and met Miss Granger's eyes.

Just for a second.

The other party quickly turned his head and looked away unnaturally.

At this moment - Dumbledore's voice sounded next.

"In October, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, that's right, there will be four magic schools participating in this competition. This is the first time - also It may become a new tradition in the future, then - the name of the Triwizard Tournament may have to be changed, eh - the Four Wizard Tournament?

Maybe in the near future more and more magic schools will participate. Well - maybe I should go to South America or Africa or Asia and invite their magic schools to also participate. Oh - what will it be called in the future? The Five Powers Tournament? Top six? Top seven? Top 11?

Well - why not call it the World Magic School Competition? It sounds very exciting! "

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall's heavy cough once again interrupted Dumbledore's fantasy.

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall with some complaint, then changed the topic back and continued, "The ceremony to select the warriors will be held on Halloween.

An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Three-Four Cup, win honor for their school, and receive a bonus of three thousand galleons for individuals.

Whether it is for an individual, a college, or a school, this will be a very high honor, and I hope you are aware of this. "

"I want to participate!" As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Owen stood up immediately.

"For three thousand galleons - ah - bah - for the honor of Hogwarts, I will represent the school and move forward bravely. Believe me, winning the championship will be easy!"

After Dumbledore introduced the competition, the whispers among the little wizards in the entire auditorium did not stop. Everyone was talking excitedly to the people around them. Maybe they could also become warriors representing Hogwarts. ?

But after Owen stood up, most of the little wizards stopped making noise.

Everyone looked up at Owen.

Indeed - although that fake Hufflepuff is ruthless, cunning, petty, retributive, perverse, greedy and talkative.

But in terms of dueling skills, he was the best in Hogwarts.

After all, this guy could be Professor Flitwick's dueling practice partner in his second year.

A year later, no one knows the limit of his strength.

Anyway - a young Hufflepuff wizard boasted that Owen was already the strongest wizard in Hogwarts besides Dumbledore.

Now I see Owen coming forward.

Although other houses except Hufflepuff were a little unhappy because the Hogwarts Warriors did not come from their own house, they had no objections - maybe they didn't dare.

"I know you - you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts." Dumbledore said calmly, "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there should be an age limit for this year's competitors. limit.

Only students who are seventeen years of age or older, that is, students over seventeen years old, are allowed to register for consideration. we think."

He raised his voice, "I hope you understand that this measure is necessary, because the competition events are still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is simply impossible for students below sixth or seventh grade to deal with it." Come on.

I will personally ensure that no student who is not old enough to deceive our impartial judges becomes a Hogwarts Champion. "

"And-" As he spoke, his eyes fell from the Gryffindor table to Owen.

His previous words were aimed at ordinary little wizards.

Because he was confident that no little wizard could break through the age detection spell he had set. But Irving is different. He may actually have a way to break through his curse.

"I am here to announce that our Hogwarts Student Union President, Mr. Owen Sanchez of Hufflepuff House, will be excluded from this selection, so-" His blue eyes flashed meaningfully, " Just don’t try to apply.”

Yes, that's what Dumbledore came up with.

As we all know, the champions of the Contest are selected like the Goblet of Fire.

The old principal's solution is to directly remove Owen's name from the Goblet of Fire - you are expelled (funny)

In this way, no matter what way Owen comes up with to put his name into the Goblet of Fire, it will not choose Owen.

Because according to the Goblet of Fire, there is no such person in Hogwarts at all!

"I protest!!!"

Over at Hufflepuff, Owen knocked on the long table loudly.

"This is oppression, this is discrimination, this is rape of young wizards under the age of seventeen, including me! The professor has no right to make decisions for the young wizards." Every time Owen said a word, he would hit the elder with his hand. table.

The plates and goblets heaved and collided with the table, making a noisy, chaotic sound.

He spread his arms, stepped on the chair at the long table, raised his arms and shouted: "Don't we even have the right to control our own lives?

Does Hogwarts even want to take away this most basic human right?

Do you still want to be greedy?

Oh - Merlin!

If I were born in chains and grew up in a prison, my hands would be bound by hemp ropes and my feet would be bound by iron chains! If we are not born free, then at least we have the right to choose death! "

"You're right!" Fred jumped up, "We want freedom! We don't want shackles!"

George also shouted: "Be free! No shackles!"

"Be free! Don't be shackles!"

The Gryffindors took the lead in making a fuss.

"What is a warrior? It's just the qualification to participate in the competition. Now, I want to use my ability to give young wizards such qualifications." Owen said angrily.

Each sentence he spoke sounded louder than the previous one.

"You can't participate in the competition if you are under seventeen years old?" His eyes were filled with passion.

His eyes passed over every professor on the rostrum.

"It's just an outdated and unreasonable rule. I want to challenge such a rule! Maybe this is what I-we should do now!"

He became more and more excited.

It was as if there were thousands of candles in the auditorium at this moment, and all the light was on him.

The little wizard next to him raised his head and looked at him with admiration and excitement.

And adoration.

"Speak of danger and difficulty!" Owen looked at the students around him. "They will only be infinitely demanding and exaggerate the mistakes that adult wizards can also make. They blame us for not listening to dissuasion and being blind and reckless.

classmates!

We cannot be manipulated by such morality, nor can we become a tool for them to improve their own virtues. This is often scarier than obeying their orders! "

"Unite and fight for your rights! Bravely overcome obstacles and win the crown of being a human being.

When the ancient castle of Hogwarts bears the flower of freedom, when there is no longer oppression in this castle, when blood and fire turn into sharp swords to cut off the throne of the evil authority, the flowers of freedom will spread from our tombstones to The sky cannot be touched. "

I am so good at writing, hehe!