[HP] End of Death

"Hey, buddy, what did Malfoy say?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry stared at the door for a long time, slowly put away his wand, and sat back in his original position: "It's nothing, it's just some meaningless content..."

Doesn't make sense...?

After the train arrived at the station, they rowed across the Black Lake in a small boat. The heavy rain was still falling, and thunderclouds were rolling in the sky. Everyone was drowned when they stepped into the castle, not to mention the annoying Peeves.It threw big water polos at the students one by one, having a lot of fun.

"Peeves! Come down!" A black-robed witch wearing a pointed hat strode forward. It was their Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall.They walked into the auditorium one after another, and a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire window frame.

The sorting ceremony was soon over, and they sat down at the dining table to enjoy their dinner in comfort.Hermione and Ron were discussing who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be this year, while Harry was seriously dealing with the treacle pie and Yorkshire pudding in front of him.

After the desserts were swept away and the last crumbs on the plate were cleaned up, Dumbledore stood up, looked at everyone with a smile, and said loudly: "Okay! We are all full now, I Once again, I must ask everyone to pay attention, and I have a few announcements to make. First, Filch, the gatekeeper, wants me to tell you that there are a few more items that are prohibited to be used in the castle this year..."

"Say, will he mention that important thing?" Ron whispered.

"...I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

"What?" Harry gasped in astonishment, and he turned to look at Fred and George, who were both staring at Dumbledore with their mouths open, seemingly speechless in astonishment.

"That's because there's a big event starting in October and going on throughout the school year that's taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun and I'm very happy to announce , this year at Hogwarts—"

At this moment, with a deafening thunder, the door of the auditorium was slammed open.A man stood in the doorway leaning on a very long cane. He was wrapped in a black traveling cloak, the hood was removed, and his long gray hair was shaking out.Everyone looked at him, and at this moment a white lightning flashed behind him, illuminating his face.

Harry gasped, he had never seen a face like this, it looked like it had been carved out of a piece of rotten wood, every piece of skin was scarred.And the most frightening thing about this man is his eyes.One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny, while the other was large, round like a glass ball, and of a bright blue color.The blue eye kept swooshing and turning, turning back and forth, and had nothing to do with the other eye.

The stranger walked up to Dumbledore and shook his hand. The latter whispered something to him, and he nodded expressionlessly and answered in a low voice.Dumbledore motioned him to take the only vacant seat at the staff table, and then happily broke the silence: "Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody."

There was a buzzing discussion in the auditorium.Usually when a new teacher meets everyone, everyone will applaud, but now, except for Dumbledore and Hagrid, none of the teachers or students applaud.Everyone was stunned by his weird appearance.

Moody didn't seem to care about everyone's cold reaction, and sat down to eat by himself.Dumbledore continued: "Well, let's continue with that... Over the next few months, we will be honored to host a very wonderful event, which has been in existence for more than a century. No. I am very pleased to report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" Fred exclaimed.

The tension that had been hanging over the Great Hall ever since Moody entered was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore gave him an appreciative glance.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore began to introduce the content of the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone in the audience got together to discuss excitedly.Fred and George looked very excited and eager to try, Ron also had a dreamy look on his face, and only Hermione was worried about Dumbledore's death toll.Harry looked subconsciously at the Slytherin table, and he saw Draco talking to Crabbe and Goyle with great interest, while Pansy looked at him adoringly.As if noticing Harry's gaze, the boy turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows, and made a provocative gesture at him.

Harry glared at him, ignoring it.After a while, he saw a folded paper fly to his desk.Harry looked back at Draco, who was talking to his friends without looking at him.

He opened the note, and scrawled on it was a line: "So you will definitely attend, Potter? For your name?"

He was about to reply when Dumbledore's voice came into his ears: "I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy for Hogwarts, but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that we must pay attention to this year's competition. Or set an age limit. Only students who have reached the age of seventeen are allowed to enroll—”

Fred and George immediately became furious, shouting "he can't do this", and Harry pulled a napkin and started writing.

On the other side, Draco was absent-mindedly answering Pansy's various questions when he caught a glimpse of a small paper crane flying towards him out of the corner of his eye, so he quickly grabbed it and opened it immediately:

"If you want to participate, you can participate. I will reluctantly visit you in the infirmary."

There was also a mocking expression drawn on the lower right corner of the napkin, Draco raised his eyebrows, he glanced at Harry, quickly wrote "I will if you sign up" in the margin of the paper, and flew away past.

Both Crabbe and Goyle stared at him dumbfounded, and the former asked tentatively, "Malfoy, are you writing to Potter...?"

"Hmm." The blond boy responded casually, but there was no more to say.

Admitted!Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.Goyle asked cautiously, "Are you trying to trick Porter into the competition?"

Draco glanced at him unexpectedly, and seemed a little relieved: "Oh, Goyle, you seem to be a little smarter."

Gore: "..."

Before they had time to ask any more questions, the thousand paper cranes arrived again, and now everyone looked curiously at the note in Draco's hand.Draco was about to take it apart, he felt something, looked left and right, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy quickly turned their heads as if they didn't see anything.Only then did he open the napkin with satisfaction, and saw a sentence written by Harry in the corner:

"I won't be fooled, Malfoy, only students over the age of 17 can participate, don't you know?"

Oh, of course he knew, he'd known - Lucius had told him from the beginning, of course he didn't want his precious son to take part in such a dangerous game.But seeing Potter's naive remarks made him feel very happy for some reason.Draco took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took one and continued writing - the original napkin had no gaps, so he folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.

"If you're a worthy Gryffindor, you should take a little risk... like the Weasley twins next to you are already trying. Why not give it a try, Potter. Maybe I can help you..."

This is what was on the latest note Harry received, and he snorted disdainfully, thinking that Draco wouldn't think he couldn't see his crooked ideas... Although he was really interested in the Triwizard Tournament There is a hint of fantasy, but it is just fantasy, he doesn't think he can be selected, after all, he is only in the fourth grade.

So Draco got another tissue with a mocking expression on it: "I think you need this honor more than I do, Malfoy. Your father will be very happy. You must also care about the admiration of others, right?"

Admiring glances?Draco frowned, and he glanced to the right, where Pansy was looking at him expectantly.He understood something instantly, and the corners of his lips raised inadvertently, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You're not jealous, are you?"

Seeing these words, Harry nearly slipped out of his seat.He looked angrily at Draco, who rested his chin on one hand and stared at him leisurely, with a smug expression on his face.Harry put the tissue away angrily, thinking it was a mistake to pass the note to him.