HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The appearance of Krum made the whole hall agitated. After all, he was a famous Quidditch star, and there was hardly any young wizard who didn't know him.

Especially the boys who are crazy about Quidditch.

"Merlin's lace stockings, it's Krum!"

Tao Wu heard Ron's excited voice amid the noisy voices. She turned her head and saw the tall and thin Ron standing upright beside the Gryffindor table, looking at Krum with fiery eyes, a hundred times more excited than when he saw the beauty of Beauxbatons just now.

Hermione held her forehead with her hand in pain when she saw his appearance, and smiled helplessly at Tao Wu who was looking at her.

Draco at the Slytherin table was also extremely excited. After all, as a Seeker, he also admired this great Quidditch star.

But compared to the cheerful atmosphere of the other three colleges, the atmosphere in Slytherin was relatively depressing. After all, on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, many parents of Slytherin students were detained by the Ministry of Magic and thrown into Azkaban prison for participating in a vicious gathering organized by Bellatrix.

Because of this matter, Pansy came to Taowu. She listened to Taowu's advice and sneaked into the school before the World Cup opened and stole a whole bottle of sleeping potion from Snape.

After the World Cup, a whole bottle of it poured into the beer her parents were drinking, almost reaching a lethal dose. Her parents slept for five whole days, perfectly missing the Death Eaters' night parade and avoiding the fate of being arrested.

However, the potion brewed by Snape was quite effective. Even after waking up, the Parkinsons would feel severe burning pain in their stomachs for two hours every day, and their hair would fall out in clumps. This was the retribution for being Death Eaters. They were too weak and timid, but they had never killed anyone, so this level of punishment was enough.

However, according to Pansy's description, Theodore's father, old Nott, was not so lucky. Theodore's dissuasion failed to change his decision. Theodore was not like Pansy, a filial daughter, who directly gave her parents drugs, so he could only watch his father being taken away by the Aurors. The responsibility of the entire Nott family fell on him.

His face looked very bad now. He sat expressionlessly between Draco and Blaise. There was a low pressure all over his body, and he looked even more silent than before.

"Professor Dumbledore, my horses have been on a long journey and they need careful care." Madame Maxime's deep and rich voice attracted Tao Wu's attention to her again.

"I am such an indecisive person." Tao Wu, whose attention was easily attracted, muttered softly. She had an accurate positioning of herself.

"Don't worry, Madame Maxime." Dumbledore turned to look at Newt. Dealing with these animals was obviously his favorite student's forte. "Our—"

He suddenly noticed that Hagrid was looking at him expectantly with a red face, so he raised his eyebrows and put on his signature smile again: "Our caretaker Hagrid will take good care of them."

Madame Maxime followed Dumbledore's gaze to Hagrid, whose face was red, and instructed him, "Mr. Hagrid, my horse only drinks single malt whiskey."

When Hagrid saw the goddess of his heart giving him kind instructions, he felt as if ten thousand eight-eyed giant spiders were tap dancing on his heart. He excitedly stabbed the fork in his hand into Professor Flitwick's hand that was close to him.

Professor Flitwick was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. He slapped Hagrid hard with his other hand, but this kind of force had no effect on Hagrid's thick skin. In the end, it was Newt who used magic to save his poor hand.

Dumbledore watched this little episode and laughed for a while with his hands covering his mouth. Then he waved his hand, and several wizards carried a glittering golden tower in front of him.

"Please be quiet. I have a few words to say in advance. Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament trophy, but before that, the student must complete three extremely dangerous and difficult tasks."

He stood in front of the trophy with one hand on his hip and talked about the precautions.

"In view of the above reasons, the Ministry of Magic has issued a new regulation. I would like to invite Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, to provide further explanation."

Hearing the name, Cedric's body suddenly trembled. He remembered the night when he almost died and how he faced the green light in despair.

Tao Wu noticed his strangeness and gently held his hand: "It's okay, it's not that person! This Mr. Crouch is just a colleague of your father, that's all."

Holding her hand seemed to send a soothing force throughout his body, and the uncomfortable feeling of fear disappeared instantly, and Cedric nodded to her.

Crouch walked towards Dumbledore happily amid the applause of the students. Suddenly, a sharp thunder sounded in the magical sky, and lightning kept flashing between the candles, flashing blue and white electric light.

He was startled and quickly grabbed Dumbledore's hand.

"It's okay." Dumbledore patted his hands gently, then looked behind the classroom seats. "It's Alastor. He always likes to play tricks to scare people."

As he was speaking, a wizard with sparse hair and a fake eye walked out from a small door at the back. He took out his wand and pointed at the sky, and the lightning stopped immediately.

"Mad-Eye Moody!"

"The Auror who captured so many Dark wizards!"

"He looks a little crazy now!"

The students were discussing heatedly. Although they were a little scared of Moody's appearance, they were more in awe of him for capturing so many dark wizards.

"An Jing - Mr. Moody is the main person in charge of the security of this event. After all, his ability is convincing."

Dumbledore announced the reason why Moody was here, and then made a gesture of invitation to Crouch.

Crouch took a step forward and said to the students sitting below, "For safety reasons, the Ministry of Magic has held several meetings and finally decided that all students under the age of seventeen are not allowed to participate in this Triwizard Tournament."

"Bullshit decision!" The Weasley twins immediately expressed their dissatisfaction. After all, they were just a few months away from turning 17. If they missed this opportunity, they would have graduated by the next time the competition came around.

The remaining students also expressed their dissatisfaction, but they only dared to sit down and complain to the students around them. No one stood up to refute Crouch in person.

Cedric, who was in the same grade as the Weasley twins, had just turned seventeen. The boys around him pushed and shoved him, laughing, to sign up for the competition.

There was another heated discussion in the auditorium.

Tao Wu suddenly stood up and used an amplification spell to allow her voice to reach Crouch's ears.

"I protest—

Why can't students under the age of seventeen participate? "