Such a personal attack on his family is something that the worst ruffians and gangsters will do, and as the sole heir of the Malfoy family, Lucius actually behaves like a mad dog in this world, and his IQ is completely off.

What's even more ridiculous is that as the object of his taunts, Ron Weasley doesn't seem to have any clever ways other than to retaliate with a tooth for tat.

Ron trembled with rage. Everyone stared at him.

"Shut up, Draco. Harry said, "It's ordinary, Ron......

"Oh, by the way, you lived with the family this summer, didn't you, Potter?"

Draco scoffed, "So tell me, is his mom really that fat, or just looking fat in this picture?"

"Do you know what your mom is like?Draco?" Harry said, grabbing the back of Ron's shirt to stop him from lunging at Draco- "Her expression is like a pile of shit under her nose?

Draco's pale face flushed with pink. "How dare you scold my mother?"

"Harry's swearing has improved a lot!" Shayne said to Hermione in surprise, who gave him a hard look.

"Yikes!" Hermione screamed.

Annoyed, Draco pulled out his wand, but in an instant, there was a commotion, and Professor Moody limped down the stairs, his wand in his hand, pointed at a white ferret, shining on the stone floor, where Draco had just stood.

There was a terrible silence in the dining room. No one moved except Moody's. Moody turned to look at Harry, who had only now looked at Harry with his normal eyes, and the other at the back of his head.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked with a growl.

"Nope. Harry stammered, "Not yet." ”

"Don't touch it!" Moody said loudly.

"Don't move—what?" said Harry, confused.

"It's not you—it's him!" Moody roared, his palm wrapped around his shoulder and reached for Crabbe, who was about to pick up the sable, when he saw Moody's hand freeze there. Moody's eyes turned like magic, and he could see what was happening behind him through his head.

Moody walked over to Crabbe, Goyle, and the sable. The sable let out a terrifying scream and began to run in the direction of the dungeon.

"How can this be!" Moody roared, his wand pointed at the sable again—it flew ten feet into the air, snapped off him, and bounced again.

"I don't like people who attack behind the enemy's back. Moody roared, and the little sable bounced higher and higher, screaming in pain. "Nasty, cowardly, despicable practices......"

Xie An frowned, although it was a very happy thing to see Draco unlucky, but this "Moody" professor ......

"Hey, Mad-Eye!" Xie An pulled out his wand, "Look at me!"

"Bang!" Draco Malfoy reverted to his original form, curled up on the floor, blond hair covering his shiny but pale face. He stood up and flinched, glancing at Moody cowardly and resentfully.

Moody's eyes widened, his tongue sticking out like a snake and spinning around, then roared angrily, "Damn stinky boy, are you trying to provoke me?"

"Professor Moody!" a surprised voice shouted. Professor McGonagall was walking down the stairs, a stack of books in her hand.

"Hello Professor McGonagall. Moody said calmly.

"Y-what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall's eyes were fixed on Moody, "I just saw a sable turn into a cadet. ”

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, you're just in time, this madman is planning to turn the students into mink, roast them and eat them!" Xie An said in surprise, "We're about to fight together!"

"Moody, we can't punish students with Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall whispered. "Professor Dumbledore must have told you, right?"

"Yes, he may have mentioned it. Moody said, taking a sip of a bottle from his bosom, "but I think it's just the right punishment—"

"We can stay in school, or tell the parents of students who have violated others!"

"I'll do it. Moody looked at Draco with a look of great disapproval.

Draco's eyes were filled with tears from pain and humiliation. Staring at Moody viciously, he could only hear the words "my dad".

"Oh, huh?" said Moody calmly, a few flights of stairs, the dull sound of his wooden leg hitting the stone echoing through the dining room. "Son, I know your old father...... You tell him that Moody is paying attention to his son...... You tell me...... Your parents' name is Lucius, right?"

"Yes. Draco said hatefully.

"Another old buddy. Moody yelled, "I've always wanted to talk to Lucius...... Come on......" He grabbed Draco's upper arm and dragged him to the dungeon.

Professor McGonagall looked at their backs anxiously for a moment, then waved her wand, sending the books that had fallen to the ground flying back into her hands, "Alright, let's all disperse." She said to the students, "Shea, good spell, Gryffindor Plus ten!"

Shea smiled at Hermione and shrugged.

"Don't talk to me. Ron said to Harry and Hermione as they sat down at the dinner table a few minutes later. Everyone around me was talking about it.

"I want to remember that scene forever. Ron said, closing his eyes, the expression on his face stiffening, "Draco Malfoy, that wonderful bouncing mink...... By the way, Shea, you shouldn't help Draco. ”

"I just think Moody is going too far!" Shayne said, "and maybe Harry will be sad that Draco has turned into a sable." ”

"Haha!" Ron Hermione laughed.

"No!" Harry said loudly, glancing at Xie An dissatisfiedly.

"Professor Moody looks like a madman!" Hermione said, "I think if Professor McGonagall had been a little late, he would have killed Shayne." His eyes were terrible!"

"Honey, thank you for your concern!" Xie Ann said with a smile, then enjoying Hermione's pinch and Patil's white eyes.

Aside from Neville's melting of his sixth pot in the potion, which was a big deal, nothing happened for the next two days.

Professor Snape's vindictiveness seemed to have taken to a new level after a summer, when he withheld Neville and told him to disembowel a bucket full of horned toads, which caused him to come back with a near-nervous breakdown.

Harry Ron was spreading rumors that Professor Snape was afraid of Moody. After the last lesson to Draco, the two of them had a much better opinion of Moody.

With this rumor, the fourth-year Gryffindor students eagerly awaited Moody's first class, and after lunch, they arrived early before the bell rang and lined up outside the classroom.

Only Hermione Sheaan and Petil Sansan were late.

The students hurriedly sat down on the three chairs in front of the podium, took out the "Guide to Self-Defense of Evil Forces", and waited in extraordinary silence.

Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic gurgling footsteps coming in from the hallway, and he entered the classroom, as strange and intimidating as ever. All they could see was his clawed wooden feet sticking out from under his robes.

"You can take those things. He roared and sat down on the podium, "You won't use those books." ”

They put the book back in their bag, and Ron looked excited. Moody pulled out the registration book, pulled the long gray mane from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll call, his normal eyes gradually scanning down the list while his magic eye turned to focus on every student who should have arrived.

"Alright. When the last man arrived, indicating his presence, he said, "I got a letter from Professor Lupin about this class, and it seems that you have a solid foundation on how to deal with evil creatures—you've learned the Boggart, the Red Riding Hood, the Kingpunks, the Greeniro, the Caps, and the Vervies, right?"

Most of the students agreed with him.

"But you're lagging behind, very least, when it comes to dealing with spells. "So, I want you to see how wizards can do to each other, and I've got a year to teach you how to deal with evil—"

"What, aren't you staying?" Ron blurted out.

Moody's eyes turned to stare at Ron, who looked scared, but Moody smiled after a moment, his scarred face looked more distorted and distorted, however, it was always a relief to know that he would smile as a friendly gesture, and Ron seemed much more relaxed.

"You must be Arthur Weasley's son, aren't you?" said Moody, "Your dad helped me out of this mess a few days ago...... Yes, I'm only going to stay for a year, thanks to Dumbledore's wrong love...... A year, and then go back to retire quietly. ”

"So, just start using spells, they come in many forms and are infinitely powerful, and according to the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, I'm going to teach you the art of anti-dark magic, and then until that, until the sixth year, I'm going to show you what illegal poison spells look like, but Professor Dumbledore thinks you can handle it very highly. ”

"My opinion is that the sooner you know what you are guarding against, the better, but how do you protect yourselves against things that you have never seen? He will not cast a friendly and polite spell on you in your presence, you must be on your guard, and you must be vigilant, Miss Brown, and you must put that thing aside when I lecture. ”

Lavenderden was startled and blushed, she had just shown Pwight the newly completed diagram under the table, Moody's magic eye could see not only through her head, but also through wood.

"So, do any of you know what spells are most severely punished by witchcraft?"

"Hmm. Ron said tentatively, "My dad told there was a ...... Is it called an out-of-body spell, or something?"

"Ah, yes. Moody complimented him and said, "Your dad should know that, the out-of-body spell has been causing a lot of trouble for the ministry for a while. ”

Moody's asymmetrical feet struggled to prop him up, and as he stood, he opened the drawer and pulled out a glass jar containing three giant spiders.

Moody's hand reached into the jar, grabbed a spider, and placed it in the palm of his hand so that all the students could see it.

Then, pointing his wand at it, he said, "Out of body!"

The spider was on a thin silk thread, jumped out of Moody's palm, and began to sway forward and backward like an elevated one, it stiffened its legs, flipped back, the thread broke, the spider landed on the table, it began to spin in circles like a wheel, Moody flicked his wand, and the spider stood up on two legs, no doubt it was doing a kick dance.

Everyone, except Moody's, burst out laughing.

"Do you think it's funny?" he growled, "would you be happy if I cast a spell on you?"

The laughter immediately stopped.

"At my mercy. Moody said calmly, the spider curled up in a ball and rolled around, "I can make it jump out of the window, drown itself, or throw it down your throats......"

Ron shuddered.

"A few years ago, many wizards and mages were controlled by out-of-body spells. "One of the ministry's jobs is to try to distinguish between those who are passive and those who are active." ”

"The out-of-body spell can be broken, I will teach you how to break it, but it takes mental strength, not everyone has this mental strength, if you can, it's best to avoid it and stay vigilant!" he roared, and everyone was startled.

Moody lifted the acrobatic spider and threw it back into the jar, "Does anyone else know about illegal spells?"

"There's one, it's called the Heart-Piercing Bone Splitting Spell. This time it was Neville who answered, and Neville's voice was small but clear.

Moody was glued to Neville this time.

"Are you called Neville?" his CKMARK lowered as he looked at the register.

Neville nodded nervously, but Moody didn't ask any more questions, turning to the class, where he took another spider from the jar and placed it on the table, the spider was visibly frightened and didn't move.

"Heart-piercing spell. Moody said, "Something bigger, and you can understand." He pointed his wand at the spider and said, "Grow bigger!"

The spider swelled up to be bigger than a Tarantula bee, and Ron, no longer hiding his fear, pulled his chair as far away as possible from Moody's table.

Moody waved his wand again, pointed at the spider and said, "Drill the heart and cut the bone!"

As soon as the words fell, the spider bent its legs towards its body, it rolled, twisted violently, swayed from side to side, it didn't make a sound, Moody waved his wand, and the spider began to tremble and shake.

Everyone was speechless in amazement, Neville's clenched fists resting on the table in front of him, his knuckles white, his eyes wide open and his whole body trembling.

"The flames are blazing!" With a bang, the spider on the table was burned to ashes, and Xie An slowly put away his wand, "Professor, I don't think Neville can stand this, you should know!"

"Pain. Moody said softly, "If you can cast the Heart-Piercing Bone Splitting Spell, you don't need finger-clamping instruments or knives to torture people...... This spell was also abused at one time. ”

"Very good spells, very good magical attainments!" Moody stared at Xie An, "If I'm not mistaken, it was you last time!"

"Yes!" Xie An nodded, then smiled cheaply, "But, if the professor is angry with me for this, it won't be good." You know, Elsa Cromwell is my aunt, and she told me that when she was in charge of the Aurors, she taught you a lesson!"

"Elsa Cromwell!" Moody roared, and the MONOCULUS wandered around, "yes, yes, I know her. ”

"Well, does anyone know any other spells?"

"Arvada is dead," Hermione whispered.

Several people, including Ron, looked at her uneasily.

"Ah, yes. Moody said, a smile twisting his missing mouth, "Yes, the last of the most vicious spells, Avada Suo...... Death is a curse. ”

He put his hand into the jar as if he knew his fate, and the third spider crawled frantically at the bottom of the jar, trying to avoid Moody's hand, but he caught the spider and placed it on the countertop, and the spider crawled up on the wooden table.

Moody raised his wand, "Arvada suo!" Moody roared.

A blinding green light flashed, accompanied by a loud bang, as if an invisible behemoth roared in the air, and at the same time, the spider rolled over, no sign of it, but obviously dead, several girls forced their screams, and the spider slid towards Ron, who fell backwards, almost knocking over the chair.

Moody swept the dead spider to the ground, "fierce" he said calmly, "it's not good, there's no spell to compete with, nothing can stop it, the only person who knows of who has escaped the death spell is sitting in front of me." ”

Xie An pursed his lips and expressed disdain, Dumbledore and Voldemort could resist this spell, even if they cast it on each other.

When Moody's eyes met Harry's eyes, he felt his own face flush and realize that everyone else was looking at him, and Harry stared at the blank blackboard as if to be drawn to it.

"Avada is a spell that requires a lot of mana, and if you all take out your wand and cast a spell on me, I suspect it will only give me a nosebleed at best. But that's okay, I'm not here to teach you how to cast spells. ”

"Why am I showing you that there is no spell to fight it, because you must understand what is the most vicious, and you don't want to be in a situation where you are faced with a curse, be vigilant!" he roared, and the whole class startled again.

"These three spells - Avada's life, out-of-body and heart-piercing are called unforgivable curses, and applying any one of them to ordinary people is enough to be sentenced to death in Azkban, and that is what you have to guard against, that is what I am going to teach you to fight, you must be prepared, you must be vigilant, but first of all, you must always be vigilant, take out a quill, and write down these ......"

The rest of the time they spent taking notes about the three unforgivable curses, and no one spoke until the bell rang, Moody finished class, and they left the classroom, and a heated conversation ensued, most of them discussing the spell in a frightened noise.

"Did you see it twitch?"

"It's like this when he kills spiders!"

There seemed to be a shift in the surroundings for a moment, and Xie An sensed that something was wrong, but soon the power of magic clouded his self-perception, and his attention returned to the magic display in front of him.

The way Professor Moody's conducted the class was very shocking to the students, some of whom thought it was cool, and some of whom thought the professor was too radical. Clearly, Moody's was not as popular with most people as Lupin had been.

However, Ron has shown reverence for Moody, and he even worries about whether Moody's way of teaching is banned by the Ministry of Magic. He told them that he would be an Auror when he grew up!

"Don't you want to be a professional Quidditch player?" Shayne expressed doubts about Ron's wishes.

"Well, that was before, I mean, being an Auror was my true dream!"

……

In any case, study life continues. Everyone was busy with classes and homework. But George Fred has always been in a hurry lately, and they seem to have changed careers. In the past, they focused on tricks.

Xie An knew that they were trying to break the age limit - to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry had been a little sad for a while, except for the frequent presence of admirers such as Ginny and Colin, and he told Shay that the scar on his forehead hurt a little. Even had some nightmares at night.

"It's like, I'm like I've become Voldemort!" Harry said one night, in the common room.

The clever Hermione knew a lot because she was involved in some of Shay's things, and she guessed the reason for Harry's troubles at that time, but in the end, she only comforted Harry after making eye contact with Shay.

This result, just as Harry wrote to Blake, who also comforted Harry.

During Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Moody grew frantic, announcing that he would take turns casting the Out-of-Body Spell on his students to demonstrate its power and test whether they could resist its effects.

"But—you say it's illegal, Professor. Hermione hesitated as Moody waved his wand and cleared the desks and left a large area in the middle of the house, "You say- casting a spell on people is-"

"Dumbledore wants you to learn by experience. Moody said, his magic eye turning to Hermione, his eyes odd, staring at her unblinkingly, "If you'd rather learn in a painful way—having someone cast a spell on you in order to completely manipulate you—you can go, I don't care." ”

After Moody finished speaking, Xie An pulled Hermione away without hesitation. With Xie An's current magical attainments, it will be difficult to stop this so-called "Moody" professor after he casts his soul out of his body. Not to mention Hermione.

Unfortunately, what Shayne and Hermione know now cannot be leaked to "Moody", even if it may be leaked. As a result, Professor Moody's class had two fewer students.

Of course, these simple skipping classes will not let Xie An take it to heart, and even the homework assigned by Professor McGonagall, the Dean of Gryffindor, Xie An dares to refuse to hand it in.

Despite Professor McGonagall's explanation of the students' protests, "You are now at a very important stage of magical education!" she told them, eyes glowing blindingly behind the square-rimmed lenses, "Your average wizard proficiency test is imminent—"

It's a good excuse for all the teachers to add to their students' workload, even Hagrid. Ron complained to Shea and them.

But these complaints were soon thrown away by the students in Java, because of a notice that the teams from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang of the Triwizard Tournament would arrive at six o'clock on Friday, October 30, and the class would end half an hour early, and before the welcome banquet began, the students would have to put their bags and textbooks back in their dormitories, and then gather in front of the castle gate to welcome the guests.

The Frontroom signs had a huge impact on the people in the castle, and for the next week, there seemed to be only one topic, the Triwizard Tournament, and rumors circulated among the students like contagious bacteria: who was going to compete for the Hogwarts title, what was involved, and how the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were different from them.

The castle seemed to be undergoing a thorough cleaning, and several filthy portraits were taken down, much to the displeasure of their protagonists, who sat and huddled in frames, cursing viciously, and closing their eyes as if they were unbearably blind when they touched their blushing faces. The armor suddenly became shiny, and there was no squeak when they moved.

On the morning of October 30th, when Xie Ann and the others went down to breakfast, they found that the hall had been renovated overnight, and huge silk long panels hung down from the walls, each representing a Hogwarts class, the red panel with the golden lion was Gryffindor, the blue panel with the golden eagle was Ravenclaw, the yellow panel with the black badger was Hufflepuff, the green panel with the silver snake was Slytherin, and at the back of the staff desk was the largest panel, on which were the logos of the Hogwarts school teams: lions, eagles, badgers and snakes, all wrapped around a large "Hogwarts" Surrounding.

Shea, Hermione, and the others went to the Gryffindor table, and a little farther away, Ron spotted George Fred and led everyone over.

"Well, it's a banm. "But if he won't speak to us personally, we'll have to send him the letter, or put it in his hand, and he can't hide from us." ”

"Who's avoiding you?" Ron asked, taking a seat next to him.

"Bamm wants to avoid you. Fred was annoyed by Ron's interjection.

"What is Bomb?" asked Ron, George.

"He's got a brother with as many mouths as you!" said George.

"Do you two know anything about the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked, "Is there a way to get through?"

"I asked McGonagall how she chose the title, but she wouldn't tell me. George said angrily, "She just told me to shut up." ”

"What the hell is it?" Ron mused, "You know, I'll say we can do it, we've done dangerous things before......"

"You don't think that what that Dumbledore guy said when he started school was a fart, right?" Xie An said as he ate, "Obviously, the Triwizard Tournament must be dangerous, if you want to participate, then try to pass Dumbledore's test, I already have an idea, but I won't tell you!"

"What!" Ron exclaimed, "Shea, we're good friends, you'll definitely help us!"

"This won't work!" Xie An shook his head with a smile, "If you have the strength yourself, then I won't stop it, but let me help, don't think about it!"

There was an air of pleasant anticipation in the school that day, and everyone was a little absent-minded in class, more interested in those who came from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang in the evening, and even Potions class was more tolerable than before, for it ended half an hour early.

When the bell rang, Shayne and Hermione hurried back to Gryffindor Tower, put their bags and textbooks as required, put on their cloaks, rushed downstairs, and ran to the front hall.

Each class teacher is directing the students to line up.

"Weasley put on his hat. Professor McGonagall shouted to Ron, "Mr. Pwight, take that ridiculous thing off your head." ”

Puwight frowned and removed a large decorative butterfly from the tip of his braid.

"Follow me, quick. Professor McGonagall said, "First-year students are in the front...... Don't push ......."

They walked down the front steps and lined up in front of the castle, it was a cold night, there were no clouds in the sky, night was falling, the pale translucent moon shone over the forest, Xie An and they were in the middle, standing in the fourth row in front.

"It's almost six o'clock. Ron looked at his watch, then looked down at the road leading to the front door, "How do you think they're going to get here?"

"I suspect not. Hermione said.

"How about then, sitting on a broomstick?" said Harry, looking at the stars, guessing.

"That way is too ordinary, there must be a cool way!" Xie An said heavily.

"Through the portkey?" Ron guessed, "or will they transform—"

"You can't transform inside Hogwarts, how many times do I have to tell you?" Hermione said impatiently.

They looked excitedly at the darkened ground, but there was no movement, everything was as quiet as usual, and Dumbledore's cry came from the back row, where he and a few of the teachers were standing, "Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the Beauxbatons team is here!"

"Where?" asked the students eagerly, looking around.

"There!" a sixth-grader said, pointing to the forest.

A very large thing, much bigger than a broomstick—or much bigger than a hundred brooms, sped across the deep blue sky, constantly getting bigger and bigger.

"It's a dragon!" a first-grader screamed, completely dazed.

"Don't be stupid...... It's a flying house!" said Dini Clevy.

Deeney's guess was more pertinent, and the great black shadow swept over the treetops of the forest, and the light from the castle window reached it, and they saw a large, powder-blue carriage, the size of a big house, roaring towards them, twelve winged horses, each as large as an elephant, pulling the cart in the air.

The carriage flew lower, and the students in the first three rows took a few steps back, and the carriage came to a screeching ground with a loud bang that scared Neville backwards and stepped on the foot of a fifth-year Slytherin student. The horses' hooves, which were bigger than plates, slammed to the ground. Immediately, the car also lowered, and the huge wheels jumped a few times, and the golden horse twisted its head and turned its big, red eyes.

The door opened, and a boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the car, leaned forward and groped for a moment on the floor of the carriage, unfurling a golden ladder, and he stepped back respectfully, and a shiny black heel came out of the car, the shoe was the size of a child's sled, and then, almost instantly, the tallest woman stepped out, and at once explained why the horse and the cart were so large, and several people gasped.

The cadets were taken aback, and they looked at the tall woman, and then at Hagrid. The two seemed to be as tall. Only the woman looked unusually taller, and she stepped forward, shrouded in the light that came from the antechamber, and she showed a handsome skin, a smooth face, eyes that were only large and dark, and the water was of average quality, and she had a hooked nose, and her hair was combed back in a bun, and she was shining at the base of her neck, and she was black satin from head to toe, and the delicate and dazzling opals glittered on her neck and thick fingers.

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students erupted in applause, many on tiptoe to get a better look.

She walked over to Dumbledore, a graceful smile on her face, her shining hand that Dumbledore barely had to lean down to kiss hers, though he wasn't short.

"Dear Madam Maxim. He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Dumbledore. Lady Maxim's voice was deep, "Don't you come here unharmed, right?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Dumbledore said.

"Students. Ms. Maxim said, waving her large hand casually behind her.

Soon some boys and girls, out of the car, judging by their appearances, should be over sixteen years old. They stood behind Madame Maxim, their saties made of fine silk, none of them cloaked, only a few of them with scarves around their heads, no wonder they were trembling.

"Has Karkaroff arrived?" Ms. Maxim said.

"He'll be there at any time. Dumbledore said, "Would you rather wait here for him, or would you like to go in and get warm?"

"Warm up, I think. "But these horses—" said Madame Maxime.

"Our magical creature teachers will be happy to take care of them. Dumbledore said, "He- from him- well, when he comes back from other things, he'll take care of your horse, and he'll take care of the little things now." ”

"My horse - well- is not very tame, it has to be tough. Madame Maxime said, seemingly suspicious that there were no Hogwarts magical biology teachers up to the task. "They're strong ......"

"I vouch for Hagrid's total. Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Yay. Madame Maxim bowed slightly, "Please tell that Mr. Hagrid that these horses only drink malt whiskey." ”

"Will do as you tell me to. Dumbledore said, bowing as well.

"Come on. Maxim ordered her students. The people of Hogwarts split a path for her and her students to pass through the stone steps.

"How big do you think Dumbledore's horse will be?" said Seamus Finigan, leaning out from Lavenderden and Pwight, to speak to Harry and Ron.

"If it's bigger than this group, even Hagrid won't be able to deal with it. Harry said.

"Probably, they escaped. Ron said hopefully.

"Oh, don't say that. Hermione said, shaking a little, "Think these things got out......"

"You won't be that hopeful, trust me!" Xie An said, looking around, as if looking for something.

The cadets were all trembling slightly, standing for the arrival of the Durmstrang team, most of them looking hopefully at the sky, and for several minutes the silence was broken only by the snorting and stomping of Madame Maxim's horse.

"Did you hear anything?" said Ron suddenly.

A strange noise wafted from the darkness, mixed with boom and inhalation, as if a huge vacuum cleaner was moving along the riverbed......

"Lake!" Lee Jordan shouted as he pointed to the lake below, "Look at the lake!"

The cadets stood on the top of the lawn overlooking the ground, from which they could clearly see the black smooth surface of the lake - but suddenly the water stirred, there was movement in the depths of the lake, large bubbles formed on the surface of the water, and the waves crashed against the muddy shore - and then, in the middle of the lake appeared a whirlpool, as if a large piston had just been pulled out of the bottom of the lake......

A long, black looking zigzag began to slowly rise up from the middle of the whirlpool, and then the cadets saw the sail cable......

"It's a mastard!" said Hermione.

The boat slowly and majestically floated to the surface, shining in the moonlight, it looked strange, skeleton-like, as if it were a restored ruined ship, the faint light shimmered in the porthole, like a ghost eye, and at last, with a loud sound of drainage, the ship appeared completely, and waved on the rippling water, and began to sail towards the shore, and in a short time they saw the splashing of the anchor being thrown into the shallow place and the thud of the planks being laid ashore.

The people disembarked, and the cadets saw the silhouettes of the lights passing by the portholes, all of them as big as Crabbe and Goyle...... But when they had stepped in, and walked out onto the meadow, and let the light of the antechamber shine, their figures were tall because they wore a wool cloak woven with long hair, but the man who led the way to the castle wore another kind of wool cloak, smooth and silver, like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" he greeted warmly, walking up the slope, "how are you?

"Very good, thank you, Professor Karkaroff. Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice sounded a bit pretentious, fake-warm, and when he walked into the front door light, they saw that he was tall and thin, like Dumbledore's build, but his white hair was short, and the beard on his chin did not completely hide his loose jaw, and he approached Dumbledore and held Dumbledore's hand with both hands.

"Dear Hogwarts Castle. He said, looking up at the castle and smiling. His teeth were extremely yellow, and his eyes were not smiling, but cold and cunning, as if I was a villain, "How nice it is here, how good...... Victor come over and warm up...... Don't you mind, Dumbledore, Victor has a cold......"

Karkaroff summoned one of his students as the boy walked by, Harry caught a glimpse of a prominent hooked nose and dark, thick eyebrows, and Ron didn't have to punch him in the arm or boo him in the ear for Harry to recognize.

"Harry—it's Krum!" Ron said, slightly excited.

Xie An pursed his lips, then glanced at Hermione secretly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she didn't have any excited expression, and then smiled hey, and grabbed Hermione's hand.

Hermione's eyes widened, looking around nervously, and glared at Xie An fiercely, who smiled even more happily.

The students at Hogwarts lined up and followed the Durmstrang students upstairs. Ron was shocked, "I don't believe it! Harry, that's Krum, Victor Krum!"

"For God's sake, Ron, he's just a Quidditch player. Hermione said.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron looked at her, unable to believe his ears, "Hermione—but one of the best seekers in the world! I didn't even know he was still in school." ”

"Then you go up and kiss him, and then tell you that you love him, and you'll be together, forever!" Xie An rolled his eyes and pulled Hermione away.

"Shea!" Ron's face flushed, he was a little angry, "I'm not Harry and Draco...... Uh, Harry, I mean ......"

"Ron!" Harry stared at Ron, but the latter quickly slipped away.

They followed the other Hogwarts students through the Population Hall towards the Great Hall.

Lee Jordan jumped up and down barefoot, just to get a better look at the back of Krum's head. Nine sixth-graders went frantically digging into their pockets as they walked - "Oh my God, it's hard to send a letter, I didn't even have a pen with me—", "Do you think he'd be willing to sign my hat with lipstick?"

"Ah, really!" exclaimed Hermione, boastingly. They passed the group of girls, who were now arguing over the lipstick.

"If I can, I'll go to him for an autograph. Ron said, "Harry, you didn't bring a pen, did you?"

"Bring, on the top of my bag. Harry said, "However, I think Shea is right, you can just let him kiss you!"

"Hahaha!" everyone laughed.

They walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down, Ron deliberately sitting on the side facing the door, for Krum and his companions were still around the door, and it was clear that they weren't sure where they were going to sit. Students from Beauxbatons have taken their seats at the Ravenclaw table.

They looked depressed and looked around the hall. Three of them were still holding on to their headscarves and shawls.

"It's not that cold. Hermione looked at them, a little irritated. "Why didn't they bring their cloaks?"

"Come here! come here and sit here!" Ron shuttered, "Here! Hermione, squeeze out some position—"

"What?"

"It's too late. Ron was frustrated.

Victor Krum and his classmates had taken their seats at the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle were very proud of this. Draco leaned forward to speak to Krum.

"If Hermione is taken by that Victor guy, I won't hesitate to throw him out and give him to Peeves!" Xie Ann looked at Ron dissatisfied.

"Uh, alright!" Ron said frustratedly, "he didn't sit down anyway!"

"yes, that's right, pat him on the back, Draco. Ron scoffed, "I'm willing to bet Krum can see through him at a glance, even though ...... Of course, there are always people around him who flatter him...... Where do you think they'll sleep? We can make some room for him in the dorm, Harry...... I don't mind if I give him my bed to sleep in, I can sleep on a folding bed. ”

Hermione and Shayne looked at each other, then both laughed happily.

"They seem to be much happier than the Beauxbatons guys. Harry said.

Durmstrang's students were undressing their thick leather coats and gazing with interest at the star-studded black ceiling. One or two of them picked up gold plates, goblets, and looked closely, apparently infected.

At the staff desk, Filch, the administrator, was adding a chair, and he wore the moldy tattered tuxedo for the occasion. He added two chairs to each side of Dumbledore's chair.

All the students entered the hall and after taking their seats at their tables, the staff came in and lined up to take their seats. At the end of the line were Professor Dumbledore, Professor Karkaroff, and Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons School. As soon as she appeared, Beauxbatons' students jumped.

Some of the Hogwarts students laughed. They were embarrassed and didn't dare to sit down until Lady Maxime was seated to Dumbledore's left. Dumbledore was still standing, and the Great Hall was silent.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts – especially guests. Dumbledore, smiling at the schoolers, "Everyone is very welcome to Hogwarts." I hope I also believe that you will be comfortable and happy here. ”

A Beauxbatons girl, she was still clutching the scarf on her head, and let out a sneer, which must have been a sneer.

"No one forced you to stay!" Hermione whispered at her.

Xie An couldn't figure out why Hermione was angry, scratched her head, and then smiled at a girl on Beauxbatons' side and apologized. But he didn't notice that Hermione's face was even darker.

"After the middle of summer, the competition officially begins. Dumbledore announced, "Now you're welcome, eat and drink." ”

He sat down, and Karkaroff immediately leaned over to talk to him.

As usual, the plates in front of them were filled with food. It seems that the elf door in the kitchen has taken out all the storage. You've never seen so many different dishes, and a few of them are obviously foreign.

"What's that?" Ron gestured to a plate of scallop-like stew next to a large plate of kidney pudding.

"Fish soup. Hermione replied.

"God forbid. Ron said.

"It's French food. Hermione said, "I ate it the summer before last when I was on vacation, and it was delicious. ”

"It's okay. Xie An shrugged, "I don't like it very much, maybe it suits your taste!"

Although there were only a few dozen more students, the hall was much more crowded than usual. It may be because of wearing a different color of school uniform. After taking off their leather coats, Durmstrang's students revealed their dark red robes, which were much more eye-catching than the black robes worn by the Hogwarts students.

Twenty minutes into the feast, Hagrid squeezed in through the door behind the staff desk and slipped into his seat at the end. He waved his heavily bandaged hand at Harry and Ron.

"The Skuss are doing well, aren't they? Harry shouted.

"Excellent!" replied Hagrid, cheerfully.

"yes, I said they would be great. Ron said calmly, "Looks like he's finally found something they like to eat, isn't he? ”

Then a voice sounded, "I'm sorry, do you still want this fish soup?"

The Beauxbatons girl who sneered at Dumbledore as he spoke asked. She finally removed her headscarf, revealing a patch of shiny blonde hair, almost waist-length. She has big dark blue eyes and a mouthful of clean white teeth.

"Eat!" Hermione said immediately.

But the girl didn't speak, she looked at Xie An and smiled, "It seems that the students of Hogwarts are not very hospitable. ”

On the other side, Ron's face flushed, staring back at her.

"Isabel, I just wanted to go over and say hello to you!" Xie An said with a smile, "You look a little fatter, are you sure you're not a big stomach?"

"Damn boy, Mr. Roy, I'll visit you during the holidays!" said Fleur Isabelle Delacour, gritting her teeth, "I've written to Jyoti...... No Aunt Elsa, you better expect that she won't know how you treat your guests!"

Isabel glanced at Hermione again, then turned and walked towards the Ravenclaw table.

Ron was still staring at the girl as if he had never seen a woman before. Harry laughed, and it was the smile that woke Ron back to his senses.

Then everyone looked at Xie An, because it was clear that Isabel and Xie An knew each other!

However, Hermione didn't seem angry, she was eating the fish soup with relish, "I think this one is really delicious!"

"I'm telling you, that's no ordinary girl!" Ron leaned over to see her clearly, "Shea, you know her!"

"Yes, an old friend, no, just someone you've met!" Xie An pouted, and Hermione slowed down her meal, "Trust me, she's not a good person to get along with. She...... Some pride, like a rooster with his head up all the time. ”

Ron strongly disagreed, and he argued with Shea.

The two empty seats in the staff seat are already occupied. Ludo Bagman sat next to Professor Karkaroff, while Percy's superior, Mr. Crouch, sat next to Mrs. Maxim.

"What are they doing here?" Harry was the first to see it, and he was surprised.

"They organized the Triwizard Tournament, didn't they?" Hermione said, "I guess they came to see the event open." ”

The second course came up, and they also noticed a lot of strange puddings. Ron took a closer look at a pale white custard pudding, then carefully moved it a few inches to the right, where it was clearly visible even from the Ravenclaw table. It's a pity that Isabel has a cold face and doesn't look here at all.

After the dishes on the golden plate were swept away, Dumbledore stood up again, and there was a pleasant tension in the hall, and Ron shivered a little with excitement as he thought about what would happen next. Not far from them, Fred and George leaned forward, staring intently at Dumbledore.

"The time has come. Dumbledore smiled at the upturned face and said, "The Triwizard Tournament is about to begin." Before we come in with the jewelry box, let me say a few words. ”

"Just to explain the steps we've taken this year. First of all, let me introduce you to those who don't know them: Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation (with a polite applause). This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic. ”

Bagman received more applause than Crouch, perhaps because of his reputation as a chaser, or perhaps simply because he was more likable. He waved happily in thanks.

Barty Crouch is different, and when his name is announced, he does not smile or wave. He looked weird in his wizard's robes. Compared to Dumbledore's long hair and beard, his toothbrush-like beard and obvious hair dividing line looked odd.

"Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Crouch have worked tirelessly in preparation for the Triwizard Tournament. Dumbledore continued, "Together with me, Professor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxim, they will form the Miss Judges who will judge the level of effort of the contestants. ”

At the mention of the contestants, the students pricked up their ears.

Perhaps Dumbledore noticed their sudden silence and smiled and said, "Now, Mr. Filch, please bring the jewel box." ”

No one noticed how long Filch had been in the corner of the hall, and he walked towards Dumbledore with a large old jeweled box. The students chatted excitedly. In fact, in order to see the jewelry box, Dennis Kelcheng stood on a chair, but unfortunately he was so small that he was still blocked by others.

"Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have already checked the mission statement for this year's champions. As Dumbledore spoke, Filch had carefully placed the box on the table in front of him, "They have prepared the necessary for every challenge. Three missions will run throughout the school year, and they will test the contestants in different ways, testing their magical talents, guts, reasoning skills, and of course, their ability to deal with danger. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall fell silent, so quiet that no one seemed to breathe.

"You know, there will be three contestants. Dumbledore calmly continued, "One for each participating school." Players will be given a score for their performance in each task. After completing the three tasks, the one with the highest total score wins. Contestants will be chosen by an impartial and disinterested chooser, the Goblet of Fire. ”

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the jewel chest. The lid creaks and slowly opens. He reached in and pulled out a large, roughly sharpened wooden cup. If it weren't for the blue and white flames dancing around the rim of the wooden cup, it would have been inconspicuous.

Dumbledore covered the jewel chest and carefully placed the Goblet of Fire on top of it so that everyone could see it.

"Applicants have to write their names and schools neatly on parchment and throw them into a cup. Dumbledore said, "Whoever has a passion for it has twenty-four hours to put their name into the cup, and tomorrow night, on Halloween, the Goblet of Fire will give the name of the player it has selected who is most qualified to represent their school." The Goblet of Fire will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can go in, in order to avoid the temptation of minors to sign up. Dumbledore said, "Once the Goblet of Fire is in the Population Hall, I'll draw an age line around it, and no one under the age of seventeen can cross it." ”

Dumbledore paused, blinked, and said, "But if you can cross my age line, then you have that strength." As long as the Goblet of Fire is chosen, we won't stop it!, however, it seems unlikely, because other people's help to you is useless!"

Dumbledore looked at the other two headmasters, who didn't seem to object.

"Finally, I would like to remind you that this tournament is not something that you can just take part in, and once you have been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she will have to play to the end. Because when you put the name in the cup, you naturally form a binding magical contract. Once you're a player, you can't change your mind. Therefore, before throwing the name into the cup, be sure to think about whether you yourself are really wholeheartedly ready to fight. Well, I think it's time for you all to rest, and I wish you all the best of luck. ”

"An age line!" Fred. Weasley said, eyes sparkling as they walked through the hall towards the entrance hall. "Well, then it's not going to be fooled by the age agent, is it? You're going to laugh once your name is in that cup—it doesn't know if you're seventeen or not. ”

"But I don't think anyone under the age of 17 will have much of a chance. Harry said, "We haven't learned enough......

"Say it yourself. George immediately asked Harry, "You're going to find a way to get in, aren't you?" Dumbledore said you just had to cross the age line. ”

"Where is he?" asked Ron. He didn't even listen to them, and looked for Krum in the crowd to see how he was doing. "Dumbledore didn't say where the Durmstrans slept, did he?"

The answer to the question was almost immediate, they were now at the same level as the Slytherin table. Karkaroff was just still urging his students.

"Go back to the boat. He said, "Victor, how are you? Have you eaten enough? Do you want me to have someone go to the kitchen and get some wine with sugar and spices?"

"Professor, I want some wine. Another Durmstrang boy was hopeful.

"I'm not talking to you. Karkaroff snapped, his kind paternal demeanor immediately gone, "I find you all over your clothes again, disgusting child—" In this respect, Karkaroff seemed not to be a Death Eater, but rather Aunt Peggy's younger brother or a distant expression: they were so stupid that they cared so much about their so-called bloodlines.

Karkaroff turned and led his students towards the door. And Beauxbatons students also left in turn. The graceful bodies of the girls were sucked hard by the eyes of a group of greedy wizards, and even Harry couldn't help but look at them twice, in exchange for a disgruntled muttering from Ginny.