The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

When Mo Bai returned to the Gryffindor lounge, everyone was talking about what happened tonight.

Seeing him, his voice lowered a lot, and it was obvious that the focus of the conversation was on him.

"Bai! You're back!"

Mo Bai sat directly next to Hermione, and Hermione greeted him with a smile.

"Well, I'm back."

The familiar tea cup returned to his hands, and Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Bai, what happened tonight?"

Mo Bai drank the familiar black tea in a familiar posture, "Things are very complicated, but there is something wrong with the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You should be used to it."

Yes, last year, although it was Lupine that they all liked, he was actually a werewolf; the year before last, he was a straw bag; and the first year...

Harry raised his head suddenly, "Could it be that that fake professor is related to Voldemort?"

Mo Bai glanced at him and said, "Anyway, Harry, you have to be careful this semester."

After saying this, Mo Bai went to whisper to Hermione, making Harry upset and unable to ask further questions.

When he went to bed at night, he found that Mo Bai didn't go back to the dormitory at all, and he didn't know where he went.

He felt that Mo Bai was mysterious and abnormal this semester.

The next time I saw Mo Bai was in the auditorium the next day.

"What did you mean by what you said yesterday?"

Mo Bai, who was dressed in black robe, glanced at him lightly and said, "I don't know."

Then he sat far away from them.

"Don't ask, it's useless."

Hermione sat next to him, Darkness rested firmly on her shoulder, meowing as if to say hello.

"What happened to him?"

Ron looked confused.

"I think your focus should be there."

Hermione pointed forward, and then they spotted the weirdo with magic eyes sitting peacefully on the teacher's bench - Moody.

Ding ding ding ding~

Dumbledore stood in front of the podium and knocked on the glass.

"First of all, we welcome Professor Moody as our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

At that time, everyone's first reaction was not to applaud, but to look at the silent young man on the Gryffindor table.

When it turned out that he had no intention of getting up, the applause was slightly warmer than yesterday.

All the professors at the teacher's desk had complicated expressions.

The reaction of the little wizards illustrates a problem.

Now in their hearts, Dumbledore's credibility is actually not as high as Mo Bai's.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Don't worry, this Professor Moody must be real, otherwise Student Mo would have taken action long ago."

There was laughter below, and Moody snorted dissatisfiedly, but said nothing.

It was embarrassing enough to be attacked by a dark wizard, but he was also saved by a student. He really had no shame in mentioning such a thing again.

"Yesterday, remember I said that Hogwarts was going to hold a very grand event?"

Dumbledore managed to draw everyone's attention to himself.

"Yeah, Quidditch has been stopped."

The twins are very loud.

"Don't worry, you will definitely forget about Quidditch for a while this year."

"This year, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts."

"What?" Part of the little wizard looked confused, but another part was already excited.

"real or fake?!"

"Of course, I wouldn't joke at a time like this, but speaking of jokes, I remembered a funny one..."

"uh-huh."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat sharply.

"Oh, that's not a good time right now."

Dumbledore chuckled, "What are you talking about? Yes, the Triwizard Tournament. I think I should explain it."

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded more than seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe."

"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang respectively."

"Each college selects a warrior, and the three warriors compete in three magic events, and then the champion is determined."

"Originally, the Triwizard Tournament was held by the three schools in turn every five years. Everyone agreed that this was an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to build friendships."

"Unfortunately, the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted later due to too many deaths."

"death toll?"

Hermione repeated in a low voice, Bai didn't say that this game would kill people...

She looked at the others. Most of the students were whispering to each other. Harry and Ron looked excited, as if they had never heard of death at all.

Dumbledore continued, "Over the centuries we have tried several times to resume the tournament without success. Until this summer, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports and Sports both believed that the time was ripe."

"In October, the principals of the other two schools will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the ceremony to select the warriors will be held on Halloween."

"The winning warrior will not only bring honor to his school, but he will also receive a thousand galleons as an individual."

Some people immediately became enthusiastic. Whether it was honors or bonuses, they were all very attractive rewards.

Others looked at the dark young man sitting at the front of the long table, Mo Bai.

If we were talking about yesterday, they might still have many candidates for the Warriors.

The savior Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, winner of the Order of Merlin, third degree, and Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, recognized as an outstanding senior by the whole school.

But after seeing with their own eyes yesterday that Mo Bai released a silent spell like drinking water and defeated the dark wizard pretending to be a professor, they had no second choice.

Naturally, Dumbledore also saw where the students were looking.

He smiled.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts, but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to set an age limit for this year's contenders."

"Only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register."

As soon as he finished speaking, the auditorium fell into deathly silence.

The next second, the crowd was excited.

"This is discrimination! This is prejudice!"

Under seventeen? Their strongest Mo Bai is not even qualified to register?

It would be like playing Quidditch without the Hogwarts Seeker.

Just cancel your place at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore raised his voice, "Because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, this measure is also to protect the lives of younger students."

The old man's lenses flashed with white light.

"The ceremony for selecting warriors will be personally formulated by the three schools and the Ministry of Magic. It is completely impossible for the strength of the junior students to deceive the impartial referees into signing up."

Even though Dumbledore emphasized so much, the voices below were still noisy, complaining that Mo Bai could not compete.

Suddenly, a clear voice broke through the din.

"Principal, I want to ask one thing. You said this measure is to ensure the safety of younger students."

Hermione stood up and looked at the stage with burning eyes.

"Am I allowed to think that as long as a junior student has the ability to break the rules jointly set by the three schools and the Ministry of Magic, he will be eligible to participate?"

The whole place fell silent for a moment.

Dumbledore smiled, "Miss Granger, you have to know that this rule was personally implemented by the best wizards from the three colleges and the Ministry of Magic. It is simply impossible to break through it with strength."

Hermione smiled too.

"I understand, Principal."

After sitting down, Ron looked confused.

"You understand what it is, isn't it still the same?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, and Harry coughed slightly and explained to his best friend, "Professor Dumbledore did not deny Hermione's question, he just said how difficult it was."

"In other words, he acquiesced."

"The rest is up to Mo Bai."