This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent looked at Dumbledore's proud face and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

The old man forced Deng to do everything he could to lose his mind and finally become empty must be even more exciting.

"You're kidding!" Fred's voice was particularly loud.

The students laughed one after another.

Dumbledore laughed, "Mr. Weasley, I'm not kidding."

He was very satisfied with Vincent's wide-eyed expression, "Since I mentioned kidding, I heard a very interesting joke about a troll, a female yaksha and a leprechaun, who all entered the same house Tavern…”

"Ahem--" McGonagh's crisp cough interrupted him.

Dumbledore slightly restrained the smile on his face, "Oh--it's probably not suitable now...not suitable..."

His eyes left Vincent, "Where did I just talk about it? Ah, yes, the Trio Championship... Some of you don't know what's going on in this Championship yet, so I hope those who know the situation I can forgive me for explaining it briefly, and I allow their thoughts to pass away for a while."

The Triumph Championship was founded in the 13th century and has a history of more than 700 years.

It is a friendship competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe, namely Hogwarts, Boothbaton, and Demstrong.

Each school will select one Warrior, and then three Warriors will compete for three magical events.

The Triumph Championship is held every five years and is hosted in turn by three schools.

However, due to the excessive death toll, the Trio Championship had to be interrupted.

“In two centuries, people have tried to resume the championship several times, but none of them have been successful.

However, our Ministry of Magic’s International Magic Cooperation Division and the Magic Sports Division believe that the time to try again is ripe.

This summer, we have done a lot of preparations to ensure that every warrior is not in danger of his life. ”

Dumbledore paused,

“In October, the principals of Boothbaton and Demstrong will lead their carefully selected competitors.

The Warriors selection ceremony will be held on Halloween, with an impartial referee deciding which students are most qualified to compete for the Final Three Cup, earn honors for their school, and individuals can also receive a thousand gallons. ”

The twins at the long table of Gryffindor were lit up.

The R\u0026D funds are enough, but who would think it is too little?

1,000 Jinjialong is enough to solve this year's new product research and development.

Of course there are many students like them who are so excited that their faces are shining.

Every long table was whispering, and Vincent also pretended to chat with Navig.

It was not until Dumbledore spoke again that the auditorium became quiet.

"I know you all want to win the Triumph for Hogwarts."

He glanced at Vincent, "But the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there would be an age limit for this year's competitors."

He raised his voice, "Only students over the age of seventeen - that is, only those over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up."

"No--" The twins' wailed.

"I protest! I protest seriously!"

Their angrily protest received support from many students.

Dumbledore looked at Vincent with a proud face again, and raised his voice again.

"We think this measure is necessary because the tournament is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many preventive measures we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grade to deal with it."

He aimed at the twins who were still protesting, "I will personally guarantee that there will be no student who is not old enough to deceive our fair referee and become a warrior of Hogwarts."

His azure blue eyes flashed with meaningful light, "So, if you are not seventeen years old, I ask you not to waste time filing an application."

Vincent took the opportunity to rub his sore face.

The old man is worthy of being the old man. It has to be confirmed several times when it comes to the reaction.

If he hadn't practiced with the big guys in the magic world during the World Cup, he might not have been able to pass the level smoothly.

“The delegations of Boothbaton and Demstrong will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us.

I know that when our foreign VIP stays in school, you will all be warm and friendly, and once the Hogwarts Warriors are finally selected, you will all support him or her wholeheartedly. ”

Dumbledore smiled, "It's getting late, but I have one last thing to announce."

He looked at the closed auditorium gate mysteriously, and the students also looked over.

"Please welcome our professor of Dark Magic Defense this year!"

As soon as Moody finished speaking, he pushed open the door and walked into the auditorium.

He leaned on a long cane and was wrapped in a black cloak.

The face full of terrifying scars scared many students.

Neville was frightened by the blue demon eyes that kept turning around on his face and shrank his neck, "Ju... it's actually Mr. Mu...Moody..."

Neville's parents were both Aurors, so he naturally knew this legendary Auror.

Moody slowly walked up to the staff table and stopped beside Dumbledore.

"Welcome, Professor Moody."

Dumbledore reached out to hold his scarred hand and then faced the students.

"Yes, I believe many people already know our new professor this year, but I still want to introduce it to Alastor Moody, who will serve as a professor in the Dark Magic Defense Class."

Vincent quickly glanced at Snape at the staff table.

What a look is wrong. The old bat has not had a dark face this year.

But that's right. He is a legendary Auror, and no matter how unhappy he feels, he dare not show it in person.

Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, Vincent and his friends followed, and then the auditorium heard a sparse applause.

Moody's look and aura are indeed too strong, and the students have not recovered much.

Dumbledore stopped applauding, “Okay, everything is over. You guys are energetic tomorrow morning and have a clear mind and walk into the classroom is more important than anything else.

Now, everyone should go to bed! hurry up! ”

Under his urging, the students stood up and left the auditorium.

Then he pulled Moody down and sat down, "How is it? Alasto, the students are all energetic, aren't they?"

Moody glanced at the students who "fled in panic" and then at Vincent who was surrounded by his friends.

His demon eyes stopped turning, "It's true that they are very energetic."

Dumbledore smiled, "Alasto, don't treat students like prisoners."

Moody shook his head, "Albus, I can tell where this place is, but I hope you don't interfere in my class."

"Of course." Dumbledore promised solemnly, "With you as a professor of defense in the dark magic, I will have one less thing to worry about this year."

The Triumph Championship seems to be stable, and he only has two things to worry about.

One is the Horcrux.

The second is Voldemort and the Death Eater.

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