The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

When the little wizards had almost arrived, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened, and everyone immediately fell silent.

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

If Ron was soaked just now, it was nothing compared to these first-year students.

They looked as if they had swum from the lake instead of taking a ferry.

They stood in a row along the staff table, stopped, and faced the entire school.

Perhaps because of the cold or some nervousness, they were all trembling, like kittens that had just taken a bath.

Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and placed a tattered, dirty, and patched wizard's hat on the stool.

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

Then a crack near the brim opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly began to sing.

(The song is omitted!)

After the first-year wizards were sorted one by one according to the names read by Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall picked up the sorting hat and small stool and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, looked at all his classmates with a smile, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

He continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and students below the third year of Hogsmeade are not allowed to visit."

"In addition, I would like to inform you with great regret that the College Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

"What?" The whole auditorium exploded instantly, as if a stone had been dropped halfway into the water. They all opened their mouths wide and stared at Dumbledore silently, as if they were too surprised to speak.

Professor Dumbledore ignored the students' shouting and objections at all, cast a loud voice spell and continued:

“This is because a large event starts in October and continues throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers’ time and energy.

But I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it.I'm very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts..."

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

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

Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger, and suddenly a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, causing many timid students to gasp.

The lightning illuminated the man's face extremely vividly, 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. OK.

Every inch of skin on the face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked hole, and the place where the nose should be raised was missing.

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

The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up, down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye - then, the blue eyeball rolled and penetrated into the man's head, Everyone can only see a big white eyeball.

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

Dumbledore shook hands with him, and then whispered something. Maybe the professor sitting next to them heard it clearly, but Rolf didn't hear a word clearly.

He seemed to be asking the stranger something. The stranger shook his head without a smile and answered in a low voice.

Dumbledore nodded and motioned for the man to sit in an empty seat to his right, and the stranger sat in the empty seat.

He shook his head vigorously, shaking 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 a knife from his pocket, poked the end of a sausage in, and ate it.

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

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

The little wizards were chattering in the restaurant, but as if they were afraid of something, 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 that... someone else helped Voldemort kidnap the real Moody?Is he the owner of that majestic voice?

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

When he raised his arms to drink, his cloak that was dragging on the ground was pulled up a few inches. Many young wizards sitting in the front row saw a few inches of wood-carved prosthetic legs exposed under the table, with a claw-shaped leg underneath. foot.

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

“Over the next few months we will have the great privilege of hosting a fantastic event that has not been held for over a century.

I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year! "

After everyone heard the news, the air was obviously quiet for a few seconds, and then exploded instantly. The tense atmosphere that had been shrouding the auditorium since Moody entered was suddenly broken by this news.

Almost everyone laughed, and Professor Dumbledore chuckled happily.

"Some of you still don't know what this competition is all about, so I hope those who know the situation can forgive me for explaining it a little here, and I allow their minds to wander for a while."

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

The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic projects.

Held every five years, the Triwizard Tournament is held in rotation among the three schools, and it is agreed that it is a great way to form friendships between young wizards from different countries.

However, it backfired as too many students died and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted. "

"Death count?" Many Muggle-born wizards 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.

"Over the centuries, the Ministry of Magic has made several attempts to revive the Tournament," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful.

However, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic believe that the time is ripe for another try.

We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that no warrior's life is in danger. "

“In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will come with their carefully selected contenders, and the ceremony to select the champions will be held on Halloween.

And the main venue for our competition this time is no longer in reality, but in the virtual wizard network. Maybe some of our new classmates don’t quite understand what this network is. Trust me, you will love it in just a week. Get on it!

In addition, we will have an entire team of impartial referees who will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Triwizard Cup, win honor for their school, and receive a thousand galleons in bonuses for individuals. "

“Delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will spend most of the academic year with us.

I know that you will be warm and friendly to our foreign guests during their stay here, and that you will support wholeheartedly the Champion of Hogwarts once he or she is chosen.

Okay, it's getting late now, and it's very important for you to walk into class tomorrow morning refreshed and clear-headed.Go to bed!hurry up! "

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. However, Professor Moody seemed to have no interest in talking to Professor Dumbledore and was just nodding or shaking his head.

The dining room was filled with rattling and pinging sounds. The students stood up one after another, rushed to the two opposite doors, entered the foyer, and under the leadership of their prefects, returned to the dormitories of their respective colleges.