[HP] Born Noble

The murderer was never caught, neither the man who cast the Dark Mark nor the murderer who killed the Muggles guarding the campsite, and the Auror office at the Ministry of Magic had no clue, as if the murderer had disapparated after the murder.Draco put down the newspaper, he doubted a person, but that was from the news and experience of his previous life - in fact, he should have suspected it a long time ago, shouldn't he?

In the previous life, Professor Mad-Eye Moody in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a counterfeit from the beginning to the end. He drank compound potion soup and pretended to be his Barty Crouch Jr.——Barty, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Crouch's only son.

Well, therein lies the problem!Barty Crouch Jr., if Draco remembered correctly, he was a Death Eater, and he was a first-class prisoner in Azkaban Prison with his Aunt Bella and Uncle Rodolphs.

There was never news of Barty Crouch Jr.'s jailbreak;

There was never news of his acquittal;

Little Barty (he was only 19 years old at the time) died in prison not long after being locked up.

Then why did a person who died for more than ten years still beat and imprisoned Mad-Eye Moody alive and kicking, and sneaked into Hogwarts as a teacher?You know, Mad-Eye is very strong. He turned out to be a well-known Auror. He threw half of the Death Eaters in Azkaban Prison!

Little Barty was close to Harry Potter, and in the end it was because of him that he single-handedly contributed to the resurrection of the Dark Lord!

Draco was very disturbed, and he really wanted to comfort himself to believe that the Dark Lord was dead, and the dead would not be resurrected, but he also couldn't forget that he also thought so in the second year, and the Chamber of Secrets was finally opened.And this time, will the Dark Lord really be resurrected at the end of the semester?In particular, Draco felt that Tom in the secret room, and the voice of the Dark Lord coming from the locket... that kind of feeling is really weird!

So if you want to stop this, you have to investigate the death of Barty Crouch Jr. Maybe he escaped from that time. Who died in the prison?Where has he been hiding all these years since he escaped?Draco has no way of knowing all the questions. If he wants to investigate, the workload will be huge!

Suddenly, Draco realized that he was too stupid!He didn't need to think about that at all, just keep an eye on Moody, with the Marauder's Map--Harry said the red-haired twins had stolen it from Filch again--he was already on guard anyway , He knows the hole card of all things, through the Marauder's Map, as long as the name displayed on the map by Mad-Eye Moody is Barty Crouch, he will naturally have the means to bring this discovery to the Godfather's attention, and Once Professor Snape suspected him, then Barty Crouch Jr. was doomed to have nothing to hide, and all he could and wanted to ask might only need a drop or two of Veritaserum.Thinking of this, Draco felt relieved for the time being, anyway, everything will wait until school.

Draco is here holding a newspaper and thinking about things, Harry has been humming a little tune beside him, holding his Firebolt and broomstick repair box, waxing and pruning branches, he is finally lifted, after three years of flying, After the suspension, last semester Professor Snape finally showed mercy before the holiday, the reason was to reward him for not doing anything wrong that semester!

Harry was happy but a little unconvinced. In the past three years, except for the first flight in the common room, where did he make mistakes?He can win more than 100 points for Slytherin every term!Draco saw Harry's angry look, and thought that it was just the godfather's excuse, probably because the two of them had a lot of conflicts last semester, and the godfather wanted to use this method to relieve them in disguise. An increasingly gloomy atmosphere.

But Harry, who got the amnesty, was really excited. When he first got in the car, he took Draco and carried his broom to Monty's box excitedly, claiming that they would all participate in this year's college Quidditch selection, which caused a lot of trouble. Seeing that everyone was so happy, Draco didn't say anything—he had once again confirmed from his father that Hogwarts would indeed hold the Triwizard Tournament this year—he I have to reconfirm that even Harry Potter can enter Slytherin, what can't be changed in the future?

When I got off the train, I met the twin Bludgers. I can't say that I met them by chance, because Harry dragged him to declare war on the Gryffindor red-haired Bludgers. They will have a showdown with them in the Quidditch arena. life and death'!Look at him with that killer expression on his face, it's like he never studied joke candy with the twins again.However, Draco took this opportunity to borrow the Marauder's Map from the twins for tonight.

Whether it is what he thinks, the only thing left to do is to watch today's dinner.

It was raining heavily outside, and only a handful of students who knew how to cast the Water Curse survived. Draco was one of them, and Harry was credited with him.Then the usual sorting, dinner, until everyone is full, the principal begins the routine lectures on the start of school.

After announcing the announcement of Filch's new 430 seven prohibited items, including a series of bans including screaming balls and toothed flying saucers, Dumbledore's eyes under his half-moon glasses sparkled with a childlike light "At the same time, I have to regret to announce that there will be no Quidditch competitions at the school this year."

"What?" Montai shouted out loudly, very loudly, but it was also covered by the loud shouts from other long tables in the auditorium.

Harry didn't growl because he was too shocked to say anything, his mouth was wide open as if his jaw was about to drop.

"Because - there will be a big event in our school starting in October, which will last for a whole school year, I don't think you will have the energy to participate in Quidditch..." Dumbledore's particularly loud voice covered all dissatisfaction The students yelled, and the principal slapped his hands suddenly to silence the hall, and then he opened his mouth to surprise, "Triwizard Tournament!"

Louder noises broke out in the hall than before.

When at least half of the students were crazy and excited, and the remaining half were trying to find out what the "Triwizard Tournament" was, the door of the hall was suddenly knocked open. A terrible person, with a terrible scar across his mouth, a flat nose that seems to be missing a piece, one fake eye that can turn up, down, left, and right at weird angles, and one of his legs is lame. Wooden legs, walking up and down on the ground made a sound, but even for such an ugly, blind and lame old man, the aura he carried made everyone feel a little scared.

"Allow me to introduce, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

The students were so frightened that they even forgot to applaud. They could only watch in a daze as their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walked towards the guest stage step by step with a sonorous voice.

Draco quietly turned over the Marauder's Map while everyone was being distracted by Professor Moody. On the ink blot spread out like a spider's thread, Draco actually saw Professor Moody's position Written: Alastor Moody - it's real Moody!So Barty Crouch Jr. is out of the castle, which means the term is safe!

Draco closed the map, still a little bit uneasy, although it was indeed Professor Moody.

Draco's mind was in a mess, he even doubted the authenticity of the Marauder's map at one point, and then he decided to use some tricks to stare at him, using polyjuice soup to become another person, although it can be said that it is perfectly disguised to nothing Flaws, but the only disadvantage is that the potion expires in an hour, just to see if Professor Moody has to drink something all the time.

When Draco came back to his senses, the principal was already introducing the origin, history, purpose, and championship rewards of the Triwizard Tournament, as well as the reason why it had been suspended for so many years—the competition process was too dangerous, and many students died— Therefore, this year's competition organizing committee has added an age limit, and applicants under the age of 17 will not be considered.As soon as Dumbledore finished announcing this rule, the entire hall erupted in the loudest explosion since the beginning of school.

"Hey, the age limit isn't fair at all!" Pansy was still complaining on the way back to the cellar. fair! "I dare say that even the best student in the seventh year doesn't know more than Draco."

"Haha." Zabini thought the age limit was quite amusing, "If the judges finally select a Hogwarts warrior, and Draco can easily beat him, what should the judges say?"

"There was no age limit before, who cares who dies!"

"Warriors are selected in October, damn it!" Blake spat fiercely, "My birthday is in November, just one month away!"

They parted ways when they entered the common room, and they had to leave room for the dean to give a lecture to those first-year snakes who didn't know the thickness of the highlands. Harry and Draco went back to the dormitory together—the sad dormitory was back to normal up!

The two had to start working again.

Draco opened the door of the bathroom, and was casting a space spell on it. He just dug out several methods of purifying essential oils from flowers in the Black family collection. He didn't mind enjoying it this semester, and Harry's ability to transform spells was particularly outstanding. , may be due to his father's genetic ability, he cast a transfiguration spell on the ground, and saw a wall protruding from the ground like a mushroom to the ceiling, which would be their future bedroom.

"Draco, why do you think the judges can guarantee that the people selected are absolutely fair and convince everyone?"

"People always have selfishness. You don't think it's really the judges who vote?"

"What? It wasn't chosen by the judges?" Harry's hand trembled, and the bedpost was knocked crooked by the Transfiguration Charm, and he let out a painful groan.

"The Triwizard Tournament, also known as the Goblet of Fire, the Goblet of Fire is a very powerful magical artifact that has been passed down for hundreds of years. After the Goblet of Fire burns, applicants will put their names in, and the final result will be selected by the Goblet of Fire." Draco Created a spacious bathtub big enough for four people to roll around in it.

After deforming the bedpost, Harry leaned on his chin and rolled his eyes, "In other words, the Goblet of Fire doesn't actually know whether you are 17 or not!"

"The headmaster said it was [they] who decided to impose an additional age limit this year." Draco hinted emphatically.

"So when you cast your name, as long as you don't let the professors know." Harry thought of his invisibility cloak, but after another thought, he was a little dull, "Draco, did many contestants die before?" ?”

"Glory always comes with challenges and dangers." Draco's tone made sense.This time he didn't open a window on the wall, but cast a transparency spell or something, turning the wall into a large piece of crystal, allowing the view of the bottom of the black lake outside to be unobstructed, as if the room was dotted with huge aquariums box.

Harry fixed the drapes and sofa covers sullenly, "But...it might really kill someone."

"Harry," Draco turned around, with a straight face, very serious, "real wizards are never afraid of death, death is just another starting point for us, we live to fight for glory and faith , so, even in the face of death, we die with honor.”

"Oh!" Harry nodded cautiously.

Since the last conflict, Harry has been afraid of Draco's serious look. There is something between them, Harry can feel it, but he doesn't know how to break it, "So, Draco, you Have you decided to participate?"

"Let's see what kind of age restriction method Principal Dumbledore has used. If you can't break through this layer of restrictions, then you are not qualified to talk about the competition for the top three warriors." Draco said indifferently.

Yes, Draco wanted to, why not?He has strength, pride, self-confidence, and... well, he doesn't want to admit it, but in fact - he still knows the content of the game!A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to add a new dimension to the glory of the Malfoy family, why should he miss it?

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At the beginning of the term, except for the Triwizard Tournament and the upcoming visit to Beauxbatons School and Durmstrang College, which replaced Quidditch mania and Hogsmeade weekend outings as the most popular topics among students, academics On the whole, it is roughly the same as before.

Normal classes, such as potions, charms, transfiguration, ancient runes... It's still the same as usual.

The abnormal classes... Alas!Still abnormal.

Divination class, tragedy!

Although the teaching content has changed from a crystal ball to looking at the trajectory of the stars and predicting the future, Harry still can't change the tragic experience of being predicted bad luck by the old firefly in every class.In fact, Professor Trelawney didn't need to tell Harry to know this, because Draco gave up divination; Goyle and Crabbe were directly abolished because they failed the grades last semester; Only Harry had to partner with Ron, and then persistently continued to fabricate all kinds of bad luck for himself-he couldn't give up the choice, because that would not be enough credits.

The protection of magical creatures class continues the tragedy!

Hagrid didn't know where he got the snails. The whole class was a nightmare. After one class, Draco cast the fire extinguishing spell on his body no less than twenty times, but he still got a blister on his wrist. Laco was already seriously considering giving up the election, and being held on by Harry relentlessly, he didn't want to face these things alone!

Herb class, as always tragic!

The herbal medicine class has finally changed from taking care of strange poisonous, thorny, and dangerous plants to the level of handling potion materials. In the first class, they were asked to squeeze babo tuber pustules, green and sticky Severely caustic pus spurted from the pustules of the skin... oh!Tell them to go to the toilet and throw up first.

The history of magic, tragedies from ancient times to the present!

The only effective way to get out of the powerful hypnosis of the history of magic class is to use [close your ears and listen to—], then meditate on the textbook, and spend twice as long going to the library to check reference books, in order to find out about what happened. The tragic goblin rebellion and the giant war that should have been magnificent.This is a lot of effort, but if you don't, then you will not only waste an hour in class, but also have to make up for the time you sleep in class after class.

Finally, Defense Against the Dark Arts - on the principle of putting the most tragic last.