Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 The remaining heat of the World Cup was not eliminated until Mo Wen started school. Wherever he went, a group of people surrounded him. If it weren't for the magical protection of Guris' castle, Mo Wen even suspected that these crazy fans would try to follow him home. And in the school, Mo Wen did not get rid of these troubles. On the express train, people kept coming to him for autographs, not only girls, but also some fanatical male students. Mo Wen’s face remained all day long. Some laughter stiffened.

　　 But fortunately, the attention of these students was quickly attracted by another thing.

"As I said earlier," Dumbledore said with a smile to the students at the opening dinner. "We are honored to host an extremely exciting event next month. It has not been held for more than a century. I am very I’m happy to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogloods this year!"

　　 The whole audience was quiet, and then—

　　 "Are you kidding me!" Fred shouted.

　　 Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore laughed understandingly.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley." He said, "Since you mentioned a joke, I heard a good joke this summer. It was about a cave fairy, a witch, and an old witch soil. They all went. A bar—"

　　 Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Well—maybe it’s not the time to tell a joke." Dumbledore said, "Where did I go? By the way, the Triwizard Tournament, some of you don’t know what this league is about, so I I hope those who know can allow me to explain a little bit, and the students who know can pay attention to other things."

"The Triwizard Tournament was about 700 years ago as a friendly competition among the three major European wizarding schools, Hogwarts, Boothbatten and Durmstrang. Each school elected a champion as its representative. , These three players compete in three magic games. The magic school takes turns to host a game every five years. It is recognized by everyone. This is the best way to establish contact between young mages until the death toll is too high. , The game was aborted..."

In the stands Dumbledore was explaining the origin of the Triwizard Tournament to the students in the school, while Mo Wen looked in another direction. The one on the teacher’s bench, leaning on a long cane, was covered in black travel. With a cloak, a face is full of scars. The most important thing is that the professor with only one intact eye is sitting there. It seems that he has noticed Mo Wen's gaze, and Professor Moody's eyes also looked over, whether they are intact. That one is still the magic eye.

Barty Crouch, Jr., Mo Wen personally rescued him from his father not long ago. It should be said that Barty still has some skills, but unfortunately he is far behind Mo Wen. He has improved over time. With the knowledge of magic that far surpasses this world, his strength is also rapidly improving. He who can cast sixth-level arcane is no longer inferior to Voldemort and Dumbledore in terms of magical power and total magic power. He is just fighting. There was still a lack of experience and flexibility in the use of magic, and Old Batty was overpowered without two moves in his hand.

Looking at Barty disguised as Moody, Mo Wen had to admire that some people are born with acting talents. Just relying on the intelligence obtained from the real Moody, Barty can play this role. At this level, it's really a talent.

　　 Looking at each other, Mo Wen and Little Batty both showed a satisfied smile.

On the other hand, Dumbledore, who was watching all this on the stage, also showed a heartfelt smile, and saw him continue to say: "Although I know you all want to win the trophy for Hogwarts, but after the principal of the participating school After consultation with the Ministry of Magic, everyone agreed that the age of the contestants will be restricted this time, and only students who have reached the age—that is, seventeen years of age or older—are allowed to sign up for the election. This—"

Dumbledore heard several people criticize what he said. The Weasley twin brothers suddenly seemed extremely angry. He raised his voice, "This is what we think is necessary, because no matter how we prevent it, the competition will still be There are many difficulties and dangers. There is nothing possible for students below grades six and seven to deal with it. I will take the initiative to ensure that underage students cannot fool our fair referees and make them the champions of Hogwarts. "But at this point, Professor Dumbledore's tone paused, he looked in one direction, and said with deep meaning, "Of course, if any student can test his own power to break through my magic, we will also admit it. His strength allows him to become a brave in the Triwizard Tournament."

　　 Mo Wen was sitting in that direction. Although Dumbledore did not mention his name, everyone knew that he was talking about Mo Wen.

Gently raised the wine glass in front of him, Mo Wen leaned toward Dumbledore, and in the other direction, some people were obviously not satisfied~www.NovelMTL.com~Gryffindor’s long table, Harry’s Hands together, it’s Guris again, why is it always him? Looking at Qiu Zhang’s look of expectation and worry on the Ravenclaw bench, Harry felt his stomach was sore, maybe I could be too Brave, Dumbledore didn't say who it was, did he? Harry thought to himself.

　　 and he was obviously not the only one who had this idea. Ron's thoughts seemed to have drifted far away, "A Thousand Golden Galleons, the brave of the Triwizard Tournament..."

His two brothers also seemed unwilling. "How could they do that?" George said. He looked at Dumbledore standing on the stage, "We will be seventeen next April, why can't we give it a try? ?"

　　 "They can't stop me." Fred said stubbornly, and glared at the table above. "Since Guris can be acquiesced to participate, of course we can too. He can't stop us."

　　 At this time, Gryffindor's long table was filled with a strange atmosphere. Almost everyone was immersed in fantasy, and of course there were a few sober.

　　 "But it's dead!" Hermione said worriedly.

"Yeah." Fred said casually, "but it happened a few years ago, right? Anyway, there is no risk, where is the fun? Hey, Ron, Harry, if we avoid Dumbu What will happen to Lido? Do you want to participate?"

　　 The restless hearts were beating constantly, Ron and Harry looked at each other, nodded at Freddy, and leaned in quietly.

　　 Several unwilling teenagers discussed the countermeasures together, obviously full of longing for the future.