Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 854 The vest fell off

The Thestral carriage stopped in front of the oak gate of the castle, and Fred, George, and Lee Jordan got out of the carriage one after another. They all raised their wands and held umbrellas to block the rain above their heads, and looked at the group of tops with interest. Students rushing to the castle in the heavy rain.

  Albert picked up a Hufflepuff girl who accidentally fell to the ground, and walked into the castle with Shanna who was waiting for him.

   "I read in the newspaper that something happened to the World Cup." Shanna frowned as she looked at the students shoving each other and screaming in front of her.

"Some bad things did happen." Albert raised his wand and tapped the water bomb thrown by Peeves, turning it into a leaky balloon, "Okay, Peeves, don't Mess up here."

   "Meddling brat!"

Peeves, who was floating above everyone's heads, made a rude gesture towards Albert, giggled, and took out two water bombs from nowhere, and threw them towards the densest place of the crowd. Screaming and giggling, it flew away.

   "Peves is still as bad." Shanna looked at Peeves' leaving back, and shouted to the drenched students, "Go into the auditorium, don't crowd here."

   "How did you do it?" A boy leaned over and asked.

   "Do what?"

   Albert glanced sideways at the boy with light brown hair and a strong Irish accent.

   "Make Peeves obedient."

   As we all know, Peeves doesn't buy it from anyone except Bloody Baron and Dumbledore.

   "I can't make Peeves obey." Albert shook his head and said, "Go in, the sorting ceremony should start soon."

  The auditorium is still the same as before, and the school specially decorated it for the banquet of the new semester.

  The academy table was already full of chattering students, and Fred, George, and Lee Jordan reserved a seat for him. The Weasley twins were talking to Angelina about the Quidditch World Cup final when Albert and Shannah passed by.

   "I'm starving." Lee Jordan held a knife and fork in his hand, looked eagerly at the golden dish in front of him, and said to Albert, "I really hope they will carry out the sorting ceremony soon."

"At that time, I was nearby." Aliya said gloomily of the riots at the World Cup: "Those evil guys in hoods and masks controlled four poor Muggles and set them on fire to cause riots. That area My tents were all set on fire, I don't know what the Ministry of Magic people are doing to let this happen, and they have no intention of paying financial damages. My dad was so angry that he sent a Howler letter to Fudge, and he Think it was a mistake by the Ministry of Magic, there were Ministry of Magic officials around at the time, no one went to stop the riot at all, and finally let the group of guys go."

"I know about this." George said part of the news he knew, "Percy told me that many wizards are lying about their property losses, trying to get money from the Ministry of Magic. After registration, the Ministry of Magic found that they need After losing a large sum of Galleons, I decided not to do any..."

  George's voice was overshadowed by the thunder outside the castle, and a forked lightning streaked across the ceiling above everyone's heads.

  At the entrance of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall led the first-year freshmen into the auditorium. When the freshmen crossed the lake earlier, they were drenched by the heavy rain and trembling all over. One freshman, though, had a different style of painting, wearing Hagrid's moleskin coat and looking excited, as if he had just won a Quidditch match.

  The freshmen stared blankly at the old wizard hat placed on the triangular stool in front of them.

  The moment the Sorting Hat sang, everyone was dumbfounded, and the originally noisy auditorium gradually quieted down.

  After the song of the Sorting Hat, which I had never heard before, the familiar sorting ceremony officially kicked off.

  It was a very boring ceremony, but as a prefect, Albert needed to spend time remembering the new members of Gryffindor College. The previous boy in Hagrid's cloak brought a little novelty to Albert. He was telling people about how he was rescued by a giant squid after he fell into the lake.

   "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor doesn't seem to have come to school yet." George touched Albert with his arm and pointed to the vacant seat on the teacher's seat.

   "Maybe, I'm late for something."

   "This kind of thing should be relatively rare."

   "Who knows what kind of grades the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor needs for the improvement class?" Shanna is still depressed because she only got a good grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

   "As long as most of the courses are good, you are allowed to go to the advanced class." Angelina comforted, she felt that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester would be surprised by the number of students in the advanced class.

"I hope to have a good professor. What you can learn in this class depends entirely on the professor's teaching level." Alia thinks that everyone's poor defense against the dark arts has a lot to do with the professor. "If there is another Loha I don’t think it doesn’t matter if I don’t take the advanced class or not for a professor like him.”

   "Don't worry, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a powerful character, it is said that he is a retired Auror." Lee Jordan, who was eating a chicken leg, happily shared the good news with everyone.

   "Albert, what courses do you plan to take?" Shanna asked Albert, who was buried in his food.

   "The initial five courses, as well as ancient magic text and arithmetic divination." Albert said after swallowing the pork chop in his mouth and taking a big sip of pumpkin juice.

   "We're taking the same advanced courses," Shanna said.

   "By the way, we haven't congratulated you on winning two world-class awards." Angelina raised the goblet to Albert.

   "There is also the third class of the Order of Merlin." Shanna also raised the goblet.

"Counting it all together, you have already won four heavyweight championships." Aliya also raised the goblet towards Albert, "Perhaps, you can win another Triwizard Championship this year. "

   "Your deeds should be recorded in "Hogwarts: A School History" for later students to admire." Fred and George also raised their goblets.

   "Toast, our genius." Lee Jordan raised his glass and said.

   Just then, there was another deafening thunder outside, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

  A strange man appeared at the entrance of the auditorium and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

  A forked bolt of lightning streaks across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger's cheek. It was a battered veteran, with the scars of war still remaining on his face, and he looked particularly grim, and the most disturbing thing about this man were his eyes.

   Yes, fake eyes.

  The strange man has a fake eye, and it turns up and down, left and right, making people uncomfortable.

   "I suddenly understand why he has the nickname Mad-Eye." Fred muttered softly.

   "It's really suitable." Lee Jordan nodded and agreed, "Maybe, we can learn some useful knowledge this semester."

"What do you think?"

  George is asking if Mad-Eye Moody is fake.

"I don't know, but it should be a magic eye with special effects." Albert looked at Moody with interest, wondering how to "borrow" the magic eye to study it, the kind of ability to see through camouflage, invisibility magic and ability The technology of penetrating objects is actually very practical. "

  The others seemed to be stunned by the strange man's appearance, and they all stared at him intently.

Moody was indifferent to everyone's reaction, walked directly to Dumbledore, shook hands with him as if treating an old friend, the two whispered a few words, and sat in the space on his right under Dumbledore's signal. seat.

  Dumbledore happily introduced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to everyone, but except for him and Hagrid, almost no one in the auditorium applauded the new professor.

  Moody paid no attention to this, and pulled over a plate of sausages, poking at them with the knife in his pocket, as if the tableware on the table had been smeared with poison.

  Habits developed by Aurors over the years, Moody instinctively looked at the students in the auditorium with his magic eyes.

   "What do you think he's drinking?"

   Albert saw Moody take out a curved wine bottle from his travel cloak, and when he took a big sip, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

   "It's definitely not pumpkin juice." Fred said firmly.

   "I don't think it's pumpkin juice either." George immediately agreed.

   "Of course it's not pumpkin juice." Lee Jordan exchanged glances with friends around him, feeling that Moody was indeed suspicious.

  If you don’t know it, it’s normal to think that there is wine in the curved bottle, but the four of you are doubting Moody’s identity, then the curved bottle may not necessarily be wine.

   "What are you talking about?" Angelina was baffled by the four people's words.

   "Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, "I want to announce a few announcements."

  No one really cared about the headmaster's notice, the content was basically the same every year: items that Filch prohibited students from using, everyone was forbidden to enter the Forbidden Forest, and students under the third grade were not allowed to visit Hogsmeade village.

"I also regret to inform you that there will be no Quidditch match this year." Dumbledore continued after the noise had subsided, "However, I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held this year." It will be held at Hogwarts. The headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the selection ceremony will be held on Halloween..."

After all, the students who knew in advance that the school would hold the Triwizard Tournament were only a minority. After hearing that "in addition to winning honor for their school, they can also get a bonus of 1,000 Galleons", many students' eyes lit up and their faces were full of joy. All said "I want to participate".

  An opportunity to gain honor and wealth, who would give up?

   There was a whisper in the auditorium, and countless students fantasized about becoming Hogwarts warriors.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, clearing his throat. Life is in danger. However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up. Because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, no matter how many precautions we take, students under the sixth and seventh grades are Impossible to handle."

   After hearing Dumbledore's words, many students immediately protested angrily, expressing that they would participate in the selection of warriors, as if they would definitely be selected as warriors as long as they participated.

  However, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who heard these protests and complaints, couldn't let themselves laugh out loud. They all felt that those who were protesting angrily were stupid.

   "What's the matter with you?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"stomachache."

"stomachache?"

   "There is only one warrior!" Aliya said meaningfully.

   "Ahem." Albert told Aliya to shut up, so as not to attract firepower for herself.

  So, they understood.

   There is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has no problem with his mind, Albert will definitely become a warrior.

  Who can compete with Albert, this is all booked in advance, okay?

"The delegation of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us." Dumbledore had to raise his voice, suppressing the complaints of others, "I I know that you will be warm and friendly during the stay of foreign dignitaries at the school, and that you will wholeheartedly support the Hogwarts warriors."

  Finally, Dumbledore ended the dinner party with a bang, sending all the students back to bed.

"Actually, I don't think the age line is useful, and young wizards will definitely not be selected." Hagrid felt that doing so would be redundant, and it would make other people very unhappy. "I think those children probably just want to enjoy participating The process of selecting the warriors, when they regain their senses, they will find that the Hogwarts warrior must be Albert."

   "Hagrid, the warrior hasn't been selected yet." Professor McGonagall reminded, even though she actually thought the warrior should be Albert.

   "To be honest, I'm more worried that other schools will ask to ban Mr. Anderson from participating in the Triwizard Cup." Professor Flitwick also felt that Albert's participation in the Triwizard Tournament was indeed a bit of a bully.

   "Mr. Anderson is also a student of Hogwarts. It is completely reasonable for him to become a warrior to participate in the competition." Professor Sprout is looking forward to the reaction of other schools.

   "It seems that our school's warriors have been selected." Moody, who was talking to Dumbledore, raised his eyebrows slightly.

  Listening to the views of the professors on this matter, Barty Jr. suddenly felt that the situation was not good.

   However, to make matters worse, someone is trying to strip his vest.

   "That Moody is an absolute fake."

  In the dormitory, the group of four is discussing whether Moody is true or false. They all think that the thing contained in the curved wine bottle is a compound medicine.

  In fact, they suspected that Professor Lupine was Sirius in disguise last year, but they didn't find out that Lupine would often drink from a bottle, and Moody obviously had such a habit.

   "What do you think the other party's purpose is to come to school disguised as Moody." George was the first to ask the question.

   "His target may be Harry." Fred guessed.

   "Why?" Lee Jordan asked.

   "It's always right to blame Harry for anything you don't understand, for example, the other party is actually here to murder Harry." Fred said.

   "Murdering Harry, this is definitely the stupidest way I've ever seen." George shook his head, "Murdering Harry under Dumbledore's nose, how stupid is he to do that?"

   "Maybe, he will find other ways, such as killing Harry with the help of the Triwizard Tournament." Fred said.

   "Albert is the warrior." George reminded.

   "What do you think of it." Lee Jordan ignored the Weasley twins' uninspiring argument.

"I don't know, but it should have something to do with Harry." Albert gently stroked Tom's head and said meaningfully, "If Moody is fake, the target is definitely Harry, and his plan must compete with the Triwizard about the game."

   "Maybe, he has a way to make Harry a warrior." Fred put forward his opinion.

   "Can it be predicted?" George asked.

   "Prophecy is not omnipotent, but... well, I predicted it, and I will indeed become a Hogwarts warrior." Albert did not intend to expose Little Barty's purpose for the time being.

   "So, in fact, you believed that guy was fake from the beginning?" The three of them heard Albert's tone, and they were sure that Moody was probably fake.

"You can't talk nonsense without evidence, not to mention that the other party is an old friend of the principal." Albert reminded, "Maybe, it won't take long for Dumbledore to realize that something is wrong with that guy, and figure out that the other party came here disguised as Moody." What does Hogwarts do."

   "That's right, it's Dumbledore after all, and sometimes I even think the headmaster knows everything." The three obviously didn't think that Dumbledore would be easily deceived.

   Revised.

  (end of this chapter)