All things are three at Hogwarts

Malfoy had been very nervous for the rest of the journey. He was worried that Alan would be angry because he took the initiative to find trouble for Ron and Harry.

He was silent as they changed into their school robes; he looked apprehensively at Alan's face when the Hogwarts Express finally slowed to a stop in the dark Hogsmeade Station.

The car door opened, and thunder rumbled in the air. The little wizards got off the train, lowering their heads and squinting their eyes in the pouring rain. The rain came hard and fast, as if buckets of ice-cold water were being poured over their heads.

In the cold wind and rain, they were shaking like quails.

Allen grabbed Hermione, who was wrapping Crookshanks in her cloak and trying to rush down. "I'll take you directly back to the castle."

Alan transformed into a phoenix, and Hermione and Luna's hands touched his back.

Malfoy looked envious and saw Phoenix staring at him closely. His face was full of disbelief: "Alan, you want to take me with you?"

Phoenix nodded, and a big smile instantly broke out on Malfoy's face, which looked a bit silly.

When they arrived at the splendid auditorium, it was empty.

"Maybe we have to wait a long time!" Hermione took out the level 4 spell book and sat down next to Allen on the long table in Ravenclaw.

For the banquet of the new semester, the auditorium was specially decorated. Hundreds of candles floated above the table, making the gold plates and goblets sparkle.

When Hermione was almost halfway through the book, the four long house tables were already filled with chattering students. There was a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, with staff sitting on one side facing their students.

Hermione stood up and returned to the Gryffindor table amidst envious eyes.

In such a cold weather, it was such a blessing to be able to be taken directly back to the castle by Allen without having to endure the cold wind, rain, and muddy paths!

After the hungry and cold little wizards witnessed the sorting ceremony, they could finally have a full meal. When almost all the food has been swept away, the last remaining crumbs on the plate disappear and the plate becomes clean and shiny again.

At this time, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing voices in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the howling of the wind and the pounding of heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore said, looking at everyone with a smile, "Now that we are all full and full, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have some announcements to make."

"First of all, I regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch tournament this year."

After a brief exclamation, the auditorium remained surprisingly quiet.

Dumbledore continued: "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 that you will all get a lot of enjoyment from it. I am very happy I would like to announce to everyone 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.Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger.He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking towards the staff desk.

Every inch of his face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked gash, and the protruding nose was missing.And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes is small, black, and shiny; the other eye is large, round like a coin, and it is a vivid bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye. Then, the blue eyeball rolled and penetrated into the man's head.

"Moody." Even though he had never met him before, Allen recognized his identity at once with just that magic eye.

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore introduced cheerfully, "Professor Moody."

However, not a single teacher or student applauded. Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands several times, and found that the applause seemed lonely in the silent auditorium, so they put down their hands knowingly. Everyone else seemed stunned by Moody's strange appearance and just stared at him.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I just said," he said with a smile, looking at the many students in front of him, who were still staring blankly at Mad-Eye Moody, "in the next few months, we will be very honored to host a A wonderful event that has not been held for over a century. I am very pleased to report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

One stone stirred up a thousand ripples, and the auditorium instantly became noisy. In front of each college table, there were people either watching Dumbledore feverishly, or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.

But Dumbledore spoke again, and the auditorium became quiet again.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to set an age limit for this year's contenders. Only those over seventeen Only students over the age of 10 are allowed to register for consideration. We feel that”

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, his tone extremely serious.

"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 and seventh grade to handle it. I will join forces with Beauxbatons and The principal of Durmstrang, based on the original measures, has imposed sufficient restrictions to prevent students who are not old enough to deceive our fair referees and become warriors in the Triwizard Tournament."

From a distance, Allen and Dumbledore's eyes met. Dumbledore had no intention of looking away, "Therefore, if you are under seventeen years old, I beg you not to waste time in applying."

"Next, there is another good news." Dumbledore looked at the Ravenclaw table, "Alan Harris of Ravenclaw not only shined in the Quidditch World Cup, but also brought glory to the country. , and that night, he used his Animagus to save many injured Aurors. In view of his extraordinary efforts and achievements, he was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class. It is a great honor that I myself have been authorized to do so. , can present the award to Mr. Harris in person.”

There was warm applause in the auditorium. Under the envious eyes of all the young wizards, Allen took the golden medal with a purple ribbon from Dumbledore's hand.

"In addition, Mr. Alan Harris has also become the youngest school director in the history of our Hogwarts." Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, but Alan keenly discovered that the eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses , completely lacking the gentleness he mentioned when he was saving people.