The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

In the face of strong protests from everyone, Dumbledore just smiled and said nothing.

"quiet!"

Professor McGonagall had a straight face and tapped the glass with her wand.

"quiet!!"

At the same time, the newly appointed Professor Moody sneered and turned his blue magic eyes several times.

The auditorium instantly became quiet.

"what happened?"

Scott heard someone muttering something unknown.

From the perspective of others, although Professor Moody was sitting there peacefully, he suddenly gave everyone a strong sense of oppression.

Only Scott noticed the changes in the magic power fluctuations around him.

This should be a direct use of magic that can shock others.

Of course, it can probably only scare people who are weaker than you.

But it certainly gave Scott some inspiration.

He took out his notebook on the spot and recorded the instant inspiration.

Roger whispered with some dissatisfaction, "Hey, we are all fighting for you, but you are not anxious at all."

"There's no point in being anxious." Scott smiled and closed the notebook in his hand, "Let's listen to what Dumbledore said."

"The warriors who represent the three magic schools in the Triwizard Tournament must be at least seventeen years old. This is a rule jointly formulated by officials from the Ministry of Magic in several countries."

Dumbledore explained loudly to everyone.

Eddie muttered, "Hopefully there will be more but..."

"but……"

Dumbledore certainly did not disappoint.

As soon as "but" came out, everyone's ears pricked up.

"The students we elect to represent Hogwarts are not limited to the age specified in the rules."

he said with a smile.

"In addition to the necessary warrior candidates, we will also select some students of other ages to go to Beauxbatons as representatives to communicate with students from the other two magic schools."

He clapped his hands.

"How to choose specifically? Hogwarts will eventually select twenty-five students to go to Beauxbatons to participate in this grand event, and all you have to do is get the approval of the professors."

He quickly laid out the exact method for getting a spot.

"You must get recommendation letters from at least five professors and hand them over to Professor McGonagall. The first twenty-five students to receive recommendations will be members of the Hogwarts delegation for this Triwizard Tournament! "

As soon as he finished speaking, all the students stared at the professors on the teacher's bench with burning eyes.

Especially the senior students, many of them have even begun to make moves.

As for the lower grades, they obviously knew that they had almost no chance compared to the upper grades, and they all began to lament.

"Oh, recommendations from five professors!" Eddie clenched his fists excitedly, "It seems that Scott will have no problem, and I will even have the opportunity to go to Beauxbatons to see it!"

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall tapped the glass again.

"It is about the honor of Hogwarts, we will strictly control it." She glanced at the students with a stern look, "Not only your knowledge and moral character need to be considered, but even good etiquette is also within the scope of consideration. ”

After hearing her words, many students sat up straight and showed "reserved" smiles.

Of course, there were also some students who looked like, "Are you kidding me?"

At this time, Professor Flitwick spoke, "Don't worry, kids, we have quite a while to examine you."

Professor Sprout said: "We have agreed that we will not sign any recommendations until October comes."

Professor Slughorn laughed and said: "Only the best students in our eyes can win the honor of representing Hogwarts!"

"Okay!" Dumbledore clapped his hands again, "I have said everything that needs to be explained. Now, please start enjoying your dinner!"

Countless tempting delicacies instantly appeared on the empty long table. Everyone was already so hungry that they couldn't care about anything else and started gobbling them down.

Of course, some people firmly remembered Professor McGonagall's words and deliberately showed their good table manners, which was in sharp contrast to the "starving ghosts" around them.

Scott didn't show anything in particular, but ate naturally as usual, only at a faster speed.

Roger and Milton were similar.

"Oh, you guys are so cunning!"

After realizing it, Eddie wiped his greasy mouth with a napkin, put down the big chicken drumstick in his hand, and picked up the knife and fork.

He looked around for a few times, and then said to Scott and the others: "I think Fred and George must have given up."

Scott looked up and found that Fred and George not only did not restrain themselves, but intensified their behavior, eating and drinking like two bandits.

Ginny, who was sitting next to the two of them, was giving them disgusted looks from time to time.

After meeting Scott's gaze, the two of them winked at him, and then ran over with the big chicken legs in their hands.

"Have you given up?" Scott asked funnyly.

"That's right." Fred nodded as he gnawed on the chicken leg. "You know, nothing can make us become obedient and good children."

George's expression was even more exaggerated, "We thought about it, even if we pretend, we can't last two months, it will definitely kill us!"

"But we won't miss the Triwizard Tournament, will we?" Fred winked at Scott.

"Leave it to you, brother."

George stretched out his greasy hand and patted Scott's shoulder, and Scott quickly avoided it.

"Oh, I see," he said, "If I can be selected for the student delegation, you can broadcast it live at Hogwarts."

"very good!"

"We'll get it right!"

Fred and George happily high-fived each other and hurried away.

Then, Eddie's regretful voice sounded.

"Oh, I just wanted to say... Damn it, they got ahead of me!"

A few days ago, Scott's roommates also saw the remote live broadcast tool he invented and received a [magic phone] as a gift from him.

"Aren't you trying to get a spot on the student delegation?" Milton asked Eddie.

Eddie looked at him for a few seconds before finally admitting, "Oh, that was just bragging."

After dinner, Eddie, who became the fifth-grade prefect, and his partner went to greet the new students. Scott and the three of them went back to the common room to fill out the course application form.

As sixth grade students, they are about to face a completely different education from the previous five years.

Professors call it an improvement class.

There are thresholds for so-called improving classes, and each professor has his own standards for recruiting students.

Scott and the others first have to choose the subjects they want to take, and then the professors will select the students based on their past performance.

Although Scott got 10 certificates in the O.W.Ls exam, he does not plan to continue taking advanced classes in 10 subjects.

“I want to spend more time focusing on the subjects I’m better at.”

Scott said to Roger and Milton.

"I'm going to check Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and give up History of Magic, Astronomy and Care of Magical Creatures...well, herbal medicine as well."

Anyway, his requirement for his potion level is that he can make it according to the existing formula. He has no thought of innovation at all, so there is nothing wrong with giving up the course of Herbology.

Roger and Milton also made their choices after thinking about it.

Roger chose Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, and Care of Magical Creatures.

Milton chose Charms, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbal Medicine and History of Magic.

The next day, all three of their course choices were approved by the professors.

At the beginning of the new semester, due to the Triwizard Tournament, the internal atmosphere of Hogwarts has changed.

There are a lot fewer naughty students, and there are a lot more guys who are happy to express themselves in front of professors and act elegant.

After a period of time, everyone gradually adapted to the courses of the two new professors.

Different from the plot in the "original book", Professor Moody, who is responsible for teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is the real Moody. His teaching style is of course different from the "Moody" pretended by Barty Crouch Jr.

He will not display the three unforgivable cruelties like Barty Crouch Jr., but he has rich Auror experience and can impart a lot of useful and practical knowledge to the students based on his own experience.

In particular, Scott also benefited a lot from the dueling practice class that accompanied the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although he uses a cane and is lame on one leg, Professor Moody's dueling level is undoubtedly higher than that of Sirius and Lupin.

Even compared to Professor Flitwick, Moody may not have as much magic as Professor Flitwick, but his fighting style is sharper than Professor Flitwick.

There is a difference between a duel match and a life and death fight.

In this regard, Professor Flitwick also said to Scott, "I do not lack experience in life and death fighting, but those experiences are nothing compared to Alastor."

Of course, Professor Moody also has the problem of being too vigilant and always neurotically suspicious of everything around him.

Especially the descendants of Death Eaters suffered terribly because of his close gaze.

Oh, and Scott was also on his suspicion list because of two incidents during the summer vacation.

But Scott did not show any abnormality about this. Instead, like all good students, he took the class very seriously and absorbed knowledge and experience from him.

As time passed, he felt that Moody's suspicion of him seemed to have faded a lot.

But he did not give up his vigilance.

In other words, he had no intention of engaging in any underground operations at Hogwarts.

So all this time, he thought that he and Professor Moody were getting along pretty well.

Of course, it could also be unilateral.

Professor Slughorn is completely different from Professor Moody. The old professor has been more popular than Moody since his debut.

Moreover, he is undoubtedly much easier to get along with than his predecessor Snape, and even Milton will no longer make nervous mistakes in Potions class.

Even many students who hated Potions class because they hated Snape fell in love with the class again.

The most typical one is Harry.

Scott even saw him and Hermione discussing the contents of Potions class several times, which was absolutely impossible before.

Although Professor Slughorn, the Potions Professor and Dean of Slytherin, is still quite popular, there are also things that people criticize about this old man -

His habit of pursuing celebrities and wooing geniuses is probably deeply rooted in his bones.

Although he can always notice and discover students with outstanding talents and give them preferential treatment.

But as a professor, he is more accustomed to turning a blind eye to mediocre students and cannot even remember their names.

It was obvious that Professor Slughorn was very enthusiastic towards Scott, had cordial conversations with him many times, and even enthusiastically invited Scott to visit his office.

In contrast, Professor Slughorn called Scott's friend Milton by the wrong name several times.

However, when he realized that Milton's father was Mr. Graves, who was competing for the position of Minister of Magic, he immediately remembered Milton's name and became enthusiastic towards him.

This made Milton very embarrassed.

After a potions class, Professor Slughorn talked to Milton about his father cordially again.

On the way back, Milton couldn't help but say to Scott: "If I were like you, and Professor Slughorn treated me favorably because of my talent, I would feel honored. But unfortunately, the reason he looked at me differently was because of my father, which only made me feel pressured and at a loss."

Scott could only persuade him, "This is not a bad thing. You can use this to enter Professor Slughorn's circle and make some connections, which may be useful."

"Okay." Milton frowned and replied, "Although I don't like this, I should really work hard for my goals."

In the dormitory at night, Scott handed two small mirrors to Milton.

"It's already made. This is a pair of special [magic phones], which have the same effect as [two-way mirrors]. Communication is limited to the two mirrors. Of course, messages can be sent to each other."

"Thank you!"

Milton gratefully took the mirror and tried the effect.

"All that's left is to hand one of the mirrors over to my dad."

"I think we have to be careful with this process," Scott said, "There must be a lot of people watching his every move now."

"That means we can't just send it to him by owl." Milton was a little confused.

"Let me do it." Scott took the initiative to take on the task, "Only Rimbaud can complete this task perfectly."

Stopped Milton from thanking him too much, and Scott asked Rimbaud to send a mirror and a letter out early the next morning.

When Rimbaud came back, he told them, "Mr. Graves has almost no time to himself. No matter what he does, there are people with him. I gave him the things when he went to the toilet."

In the afternoon, Milton received a message from Mr. Graves.

[Don't act rashly, remember.]

Milton tried to send a message, but Mr. Graves didn't reply.

"Is he being controlled by someone?" Milton held the mirror tightly in his hand.

Scott said, "I'm afraid that's the case. What are you going to do?"

Milton took a deep breath and calmed down. "I'm afraid I can only do what he tells me to do for now. After all, he is the one who knows his situation best. If I do something rash, it might make things worse."

Scott patted him on the shoulder. "Mr. Graves will be fine for now. Don't forget that the Minister of Magic has not been elected yet. Besides, I still have William's connection."