Hogwarts wizard

Jellal quickly stood up, "Professor Moody."

"Yes, this is given to you by the Ministry of Magic!"

He threw the thing to Jellal casually, "They think this thing is of little use, but it is more than enough as a reward for you."

Professor Moody curled his lips when he said this. This reward was like coaxing a child, a worthless piece of broken stone, unless it was in the hands of Nico Flamel.

Otherwise, it is really of no use at all and will be left in the corner of the Ministry of Magic warehouse, damp and dusty.

The whole outside is covered in pulp...

Professor Moody felt that the Ministry of Magic had gone too far. The capture of a group of Death Eaters was a great achievement. Even if they were not given a Merlin Medal, they should be given some substantial rewards.

The source stone of magic?

It sounds nice, but it has to be useful. Even a polished bracelet is too small.

"Thank you, Professor Moody." Jellal said. He felt something different when he got the Magic Source Stone, so for him, this reward might be unusual.

"If the risk is out of proportion to what you get, don't take risks in the future."

Professor Moody left after saying this.

Jellal handed the magic source stone in his hand to Hermione, "You can keep this."

The moment he got it, he wanted to keep it for himself, but then he thought that Hermione was in danger with him, and if it weren't for Hermione, he wouldn't be so aware.

Hermione curled her lips, "I don't want it, the Ministry of Magic is too stingy, what can I do!"

Just take out some Galleons, what's the use of this thing?

Jellal shrugged, "If you study it, it might still be useful!"

Then he looked at Neville, "Professor Moody worked in the Ministry of Magic before?"

"I don't know..." Neville lowered his head at this time. He was really scared. He would probably finish every class taught by Professor Moody in the future.

He will definitely have nightmares...

Jellal didn't care when he got this answer, turned around and continued eating those barbecues!

tasty!

Dumbledore didn't say anything when he saw this scene. For him, these children's futures need to be on their own.

No matter what the future holds, just follow your original intention.

"Geral, Hermione, what have you done?" Harry looked confused, how could he have anything to do with the Ministry of Magic.

No wonder he asked this.

He didn't have a good impression of the Ministry of Magic anyway.

Jellal briefly talked about what happened during the holiday. It was not a secret.

"You are really brave! That's it!"

Ron's voice was quite loud. Seeing someone looking over, he whispered, "Those are Death Eaters..."

Jellal patted him and said, "It's okay. I won't be so reckless in the future."

"As long as you have an idea." Ron said. He knew that Jellal thought more than him.

In other words, Jellal's brain is much smarter than his!

The banquet ended quickly, and everyone was talking about whether to throw their names into the Goblet of Fire.

"Ron, do you want to give it a try?" George said. Ron was not old enough, but it was still okay to give it a try.

"Forget it, I can't even get into this circle!" Ron said.

There is an age limit around the Goblet of Fire. If you are not old enough, you cannot even enter the circle.

Some people also used magic potions to put their names into the Goblet of Fire, but in less than three seconds, they were directly reduced to ashes. It can be seen that this Goblet of Fire competition has several layers of insurance.

Jellal looked at everyone's performance. He was also a little curious. The Goblet of Fire Triwizard Tournament was held every five years. This project had been suspended for more than ten years because of Voldemort. He didn't know what the Ministry of Magic's reasons were. Considering this, the project was restarted, and this matter meant that even if Jellal and the others graduated, they would not have the opportunity to participate in this event. This is very unfair.

But nothing in the world feels fair.

"Jeral, do you want to try?"

Jellal shook his head, "Forget it, the result can be predicted, it's not worth doing."

Jellal really didn't care about this, and Ron wanted to gain honor and gold Galleons. As for the others, most of them knew there was no hope, so they just had the attitude of giving it a try.

"That's right." Ron also somewhat agreed with Jellal's statement at this time.

But if you take it as a joke, it's actually pretty funny.

"Come on, let's go back, the time is almost up."

Jellal said, Hermione had already left. She was interested in this competition, but that didn't mean she was interested in staying here. In fact, relatively speaking, she was looking forward to tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

At dawn the next day, Hermione ran over and woke up Jellal and the others.

Ron said sleepily, "Hermione, are you crazy?"

Hermione looked at them and said, "I'm just giving you a chance not to be punished, so don't thank me."

"I didn't mean it that way."

The words in Ron's mouth did not make Hermione feel uncomfortable, but directly pulled Jellal away.

Looking at their backs, Neville was in a bad mood, so were they scared away?

Could it be that Professor Moody is not scary enough?

Thinking this, he couldn't help but shudder.

Harry took the book and looked at Neville and Ron when he reached the door, "What are you doing?"

"I just don't want to go too early."

"I think it would be even scarier if you were late."

After saying that, Harry left, and Ron shuddered. If that's what he said, there's nothing wrong with him!

"Harry, wait for me!"

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"Okay, Anjing, I think if you want to know how to defend against black magic, you need to know what kind of black magic there is. I won't talk about the more common ones. I think maybe one of you can tell me what that person is best at. What is black magic?”

Professor Moody's voice, coupled with one of his eyes, made everyone afraid to speak out.

"No one knows? Tell me."

"The Unforgivable Curse..."

Hermione spoke.

Upon hearing this, Professor Moody's eyes seemed to light up.

"very good!"

He took a sip of wine.

"Can anyone tell me what the three unforgivable curses are?"

Professor Moody felt that these children were really unlovable. They would not actively cooperate with him every time he asked questions.

"Then tell me!" he said, pointing at Neville.

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting..."

"Not bad!"

After he finished speaking, he walked over to the thing he had brought and pulled off the cloth on it, only to see a huge spider inside, about half the size of his hand.