[HP] Time Corner

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was still as splendid, and it was decorated for the new term banquet.Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating gold plates and goblets.The four long college tables were already filled with chattering students.

Draco's eyes couldn't help drifting to the long table of Gryffindor——

His little lion, who had just fled, seemed to be in a stable mood, but his eyes were a little red, and Ron and Hermione were comforting him.Draco felt a little guilty, it was his fault, he knew that Harry didn't feel safe, but he still couldn't help teasing him.Come on, fucked up!Harry shrank back into his shell after being frightened by him, it was really - self-inflicted!Draco gave himself a contemptuous look in his heart.

Forced not to look at the red circles under Harry's eyes, Draco examined the staff table carefully. —short Professor Flitwick, who taught them Charms, sat on a pile of cushions, next to Professor Sprout, Herbology teacher, her hat tilted on her long, flowing gray hair.On Professor Sprout's other side sat the sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasy-haired Potions teacher - Snape, his godfather.From the moment he came in, his godfather's sharp eyes were fixed on him, making him almost break out in a cold sweat——Merlin, in another lifetime, he would not be able to calm down under his godfather's poisonous gaze.However, it seems that his father has already told the godfather everything, no wonder... Draco thought to himself.

In the middle of the table sat the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.His silver-white hair and beard glistened in the candlelight, and his dark green robe was embroidered with stars and moons.The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, his chin was resting on the fingertips, and his eyes looked up at the ceiling above through the half-moon-shaped lenses, as if lost in thought.In the previous life, what Draco hated the most was the pair of half-moon glasses that seemed to know everything, and he doesn't like it now, but the difference is that in the previous life, he was disdainful, but in this life, he is jealous.

After the sorting ceremony.

Dumbledore stood up and waved his hands helplessly, "I am very sorry to tell you that the Academy Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

"what?"

"How is this possible?

"..."

There was a burst of noise and dissatisfaction in the auditorium.Quidditch is the most famous public event at Hogwarts, and it is quite popular among students.

"Professor Dumbledore, you can't—"

Draco looked resentfully at Dumbledore's enthusiastic eyes when he was watching the fun - what a joke, all adults are no exception, including his father, heh!

Seeing that the crowd was almost boiling, Dumbledore continued: "This is because a big event will start in October and last for the entire school year. I am very happy to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

Suddenly, the door of the auditorium slammed open.A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger.

"Three-strength-competition-hegemony-competition." A hoarse and ugly voice said every word.

The joyful atmosphere in the auditorium was like a rapidly inflated balloon, about to burst, but it was stopped abruptly when the man's face was clearly seen, like a climax movie with the pause button pressed, everyone was stunned In place - except for the professors.

Every inch of the skin on that face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked opening, and the place where the nose should be protruding was missing.And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and sparkling; the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue.The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—later, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, All you can see is a big white eyeball.

The students watched blankly as the stranger walked up to Dumbledore and sat on an empty seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, brushed his long gray hair from his face, and pulled a plate of sausages, holding them up to his mutilated nose, and sniffing them.He took a pocketknife from his pocket, poked it through the end of a sausage, and ate it.It seems that the person who said that sentence just now is not him.

His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue eye was still constantly moving around in its socket, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

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

Under normal circumstances, when a new teacher meets everyone, everyone will applaud, but now, except for Dumbledore and Hagrid, no teacher or student applauds.Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands a few times, and found that the applause echoed lonely in the silent auditorium, so they put down their hands knowingly.

Moody seemed unmoved by the lukewarm response.Ignoring the large pitcher of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached into his traveling cloak, pulled out a curved decanter, and took a swig.

Snape looked at the jug sensitively, his face darkened - the smell of Polyjuice Potion.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As Professor Moody just said," he said, smiling and looking at the crowd of students in front of him - who were still staring blankly at Moody, "in the next few months, we will be honored to host A fantastic event, one that has not been held in over a century. It is with great pleasure that I report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

The joyous atmosphere in the auditorium exploded immediately after the pause. The previous tension and embarrassment seemed to have never existed, and almost everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," said Dumbledore, "however, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there should be an age cutoff for this year's competitors. Students aged 17—that is to say, over 17—are allowed to enroll for consideration. We feel——Dumbledore raised his voice slightly—“that this measure is necessary , because the competition program is still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it. Therefore, if you are under 17 years old, I beg you not to waste your time applying .”

"Professor, if we have the ability to break this age limit—" Draco stood up, raising his voice slightly, "does it prove that we have the qualifications to compete with seventh graders?" Blush with pride.

It was rare for Gryffindor not to hiss at Draco's question this time, and they were also looking at Dumbledore expectantly, expecting his positive answer.

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth curled into a happy arc, "Of course, I admit that some junior students have the same courage and strength as the senior ones. As long as you have the ability to break the age limit, we will acquiesce in your eligibility for registration."

"Wow, that's great!!!"

"yeah!!!"

The hall suddenly became a sea of ​​joy.

Slytherin common room.

"Draco, you just - were you kidding?" Blaise looked at his friend with a worried expression.

"No, I'm serious. Bryce, I'm confident." What's more, he still knows the content of the game - even for that fool Potter, he wants to win the Warrior's qualification - bet on the glory of the Malfoy family .Draco clenched his fist.

For the next few days, Draco has been thinking about how to break the age limit, alchemy?Or a spell?He was so preoccupied with it that he had no time for distractions, not even bothering with Hagrid in Care of Magical Creatures class.Merlin knew that now every hair in his head was tinged with weariness.

"Harry, have you noticed that Malfoy seldom troubles you recently. Look at how emaciated he is, he must be plotting some bad idea again!" Ron guessed maliciously.

Harry actually noticed it too.Harry didn't dislike that kiss in the box, even - he was a little bit pleased, but Malfoy's abnormality made him more concerned.

Harry decided to stalk Malfoy—it wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, anyway—and he might be plotting something illegal again, Harry told himself.

When Harry found Draco, he was alone, and his followers Crabbe and Goyle were not there.He stayed under a lush banyan tree, with a book spread out on his lap, with a lost expression, exuding vicissitudes and loneliness that did not match his age.Harry's heart shuddered, and Draco's tears in the Quidditch World Cup unconsciously surfaced.He approached him unconsciously, but forgot that he was still wearing an invisibility cloak.

A habit developed during the war, Draco quickly drew his wand and uttered a jinx.But the invisibility cloak slipped off, revealing Potter's hesitant face. "Harry, you—"

Damn, he couldn't undo his spell.

The author has something to say:

Harry: You attack me!

Draco: Baby, I didn't mean to!

Harry: I don't care!I'm startled, show me your transformation!

Draco: ...

PS: I believe everyone can see that this chapter has a lot of original content, and I am incapable of modifying it every day. Now the Chapter 2 quick code is out, and I will post it later