New Professor at Hogwarts

"It's Halloween, right?" Xia Ran secretly made up her mind, "At that time... I must find a chance to touch the Goblet of Fire!"

It's been a long time since he earned any Force points.

If Xia Ran wants to reach level 6 magic power, she still has to rely on Force points, otherwise her hope will be too slim, at least in the short term.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Championship trophy for Hogwarts!" Dumbledore said to everyone.

All the Hogwarts students in the auditorium had excited faces and their eyes were shining, as if they had seen themselves becoming Hogwarts warriors and holding the Triwizard Championship trophy!

There are many students who dream of becoming a Hogwarts warrior!

Basically, at every table in the house, there was someone watching Dumbledore feverishly, or whispering excitedly to the usher.

It wasn't until Dumbledore spoke again that the auditorium reluctantly became quiet.

"Due to the suspension of the Triwizard Tournament a century ago, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that an age limit should be set for this year's competitors. Only those who are seventeen years old - that is, seventeen years old or above - Students are only allowed to register for consideration, we feel..."

Dumbledore had to raise his voice because some people immediately protested angrily after hearing his speech, such as the Weasley brothers, who suddenly became angry.

"...This measure is necessary because the events of the competition 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 cope with it. I will personally guarantee that there will be no An underage student can deceive our impartial judges and become a champion of Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Dumbledore paused briefly, and his blue eyes glanced around the auditorium, especially for a moment on the dissatisfied and angry faces, with a meaningful light shining in his blue eyes.

"So if you are under seventeen, I suggest you don't waste your time applying."

"Delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at Hogwarts in October and spend most of the school year with us. I know that while our foreign dignitaries are here, You will all be warm and friendly, and once the Champion of Hogwarts is chosen, you will support him or her wholeheartedly."

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

Dumbledore sat down, turned to talk to Moody, and seemed to ask something in a low voice.

The auditorium was filled with rattling and pinging noises as the students stood up one after another and rushed to a double door and entered the foyer.

"They can't do this!" George Weasley did not follow the crowd towards the door, but stood there and glared at Dumbledore angrily, "We will be seventeen next April. Why don’t we give it a try?”

"They can't stop me from participating." Fred said stubbornly, and glared at the guest of honor seat angrily, "Being a warrior, you can do many things that you are not allowed to do normally, and you will also have a thousand gold galleons. Here’s the bonus!”

"Yes." Ron murmured, with a dazed look on his face, "Yes, a thousand gold galleons..."

Harry is not tempted by a thousand gold galleons - he inherited his parents' inheritance, and there is a small vault under Gringotts. He may be richer than the Weasley family - but if he really becomes Hogwarts Warriors…

Harry quickly poked his head around and looked around, only to find that the Ravenclaw girl Qiu Zhang had already left. He suddenly felt a little regretful and hadn't said a word yet.

"Let's go." Hermione stood up and said, "If you don't leave, we will be the only ones left here."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George began to walk towards the entrance hall. Along the way, Fred and George kept arguing about what Dumbledore would do to prevent students under the age of seventeen from attending. Triwizard Tournament.

"Who will be the impartial judge of who is a warrior?" Harry asked curiously.

"I don't know." Fred said, "But he is the person we want to deceive. I think a drop or two of age-enhancing agent will work, George..."

"But Dumbledore knows you are not old enough," Ron said.

"Yeah, but it's not up to him to decide who becomes the warrior. He's not a referee, isn't he?" Fred chuckled, "It sounds to me like the referee will decide who wants to participate. A school picks the best, and he doesn't care how old they are. What Dumbledore really did was to stop us from signing up."

"But a lot of people died. Didn't you hear what Dumbledore said? A century ago, the Triwizard Tournament had to be suspended because there were so many dead people." Hermione said in a very worried tone.

At this time, they passed through a door hidden behind the tapestry and walked up a narrower staircase.

"Yeah, you're right, a lot of people died." Fred said nonchalantly, "But that was all many years ago, right? Who cares? Besides, if there is no risk, , what fun would that have? It would be boring!"

"Hey, Ron, Harry, if we can deceive Dumbledore, do you want to participate?" George said.

"What do you think?" Ron asked Harry, "It would be great if you could participate, wouldn't it? But I guess they want someone older... I don't know if we have learned enough... "

"It's definitely not enough!" Hermione vowed, "otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't do the age requirement!"

Harry also felt hesitant. He knew that he had only a half-knowledge of many things, but if he could really become a Hogwarts warrior...

His heart skipped a beat again.

"If...well, if we can really hide it, it means we have a lot of knowledge, right? It can be considered as meeting the requirements, right?" He said this way.

"Yes, very correct!" Ron, Fred, and George nodded in succession.

Hermione frowned and glanced at Harry.

Harry deliberately didn't look at Hermione.

"That referee..." George said thoughtfully, "I think the professor must understand."

"Which professor do you mean to ask for advice?" Fred's eyes lit up, "Now that we know the referee's information, we can make targeted plans."

Ron said: "Professor Frémont! He will tell us!"

"Hmph, don't be wishful thinking, Professor Frémont is not that kind of person." Hermione snorted.

"There's nothing wrong with giving it a try, right?" Harry said.

"snort!"

Hermione tossed her hair and slipped into the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the boys.