Time is like a river, turning around, backtracking, bifurcating and even flowing back in different places. Xie An has begun to slowly get used to such things. Wizards have a completely different understanding of the world because of the existence of magic, which is the reason why so-called wizards are not good at logical rumors.

It's not that wizards aren't good at logic, it's that they have their own set of different logics.

Just like the current crisis, between different universes, there are completely different progressions, each parallel space may rely on the dark tower to connect with each other, and by devouring the energy between different universes, and the awakened monster is the so-called dragon alien.

During his time away from Hogwarts, Shayne arrives in a snow-buried cave in the Himalayas, where he is hypnotized by an ancient magic and experiences a completely different life.

It wasn't that long ago that time went back in time.

The World Cup had passed without a hitch, and when Shayan Hermione brought home Elsa with a shapeshifter, they were already tired. Even Hermione didn't have the energy to discuss the Dark Mark of the Dark Mark, so everyone went to bed.

Soon Hermione will be back at Granger's house, after all, she has been away from home for a short time, and it is time to go back.

And Xie An returned to normal life, the difference is that Elsa began to train Xie An in combat, as well as magic manipulation. You know, Elsa was the head of the Auror office, and it was easy to teach a child.

In fact, Xie An is certainly not an ordinary fourteen-year-old boy, after taking the magic water (a potion made with the magic stone as a medicine), under his original different magic attainments, Xie An's ability has now reached the seventh grade level. Whether it is magic or magic combat level, it is no worse than the average seventh grader.

For the next series of plans, Xie An still needs to work hard to improve, and in this regard, Elsa is full of praise for Xie An. Although during training, Xie An had a bit of a hippie smile.

It wasn't long before the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup spread throughout the wizarding world. This incident has caused the Ministry of Magic to be anxious. Many wizards sent them roaring letters. Reprimanded the Ministry of Magic for not doing its job properly.

These things had nothing to do with Shea, except for a few mentions in his correspondence with Ron Harry.

……

As the start of school drew nearer, Xie Ann received a letterhead from Hogwarts, and he asked Hermione and Zhang Qiu to go to Diagon Alley with him, buy the books he needed, as well as some magical items, and of course, customize the dress, which was specially marked on the letterhead at the end. Next, it's time to wait.

Finally, it's time to go to the Nine and Three-Quarters station.

Xie An met Ron Harry and many of his classmates again, and everyone seemed to be enthusiastic, chattering about what they had seen during the summer vacation.

After getting on the train, Ron Harry said goodbye to the Weasleys, and Shayne said goodbye to Elsa. Mrs. Weasley kept saying strange things under the car.

Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "It's going to be exciting – mind you, I'm glad they've changed the rules. ”

This, of course, piqued Ron's interest.

"What rules?" asked Harry, Ron, Fred, and George in unison.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you...... Now, rules, you know? Fred, got it? And you, George?"

The plug sizzled and the train began to move.

"Tell us what's going to happen at Hogwarts!" Fred's cry came out of the window, and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie were quickly moving away from them, "What rules did they change?"

But Mrs. Weasley just smiled and waved to them. Before the train had turned, Bill and Charlie had disappeared.

"You know what?" Hermione turned to look at Shea.

"Triwizard Tournament!" Shayne shrugged, "but don't ask me for details, because soon Professor Dumbledore will tell." I mean, we'll find out when we get to school. ”

"Alright!" said Harry.

The dense rain was knocking on the windows, making it difficult for them to see outside.

"Shhhhhhhh

"You know, Dad actually considered sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts, he knew the Headmaster, well, you know what he thought of Durmstrang - the man was weird - Durmstrang didn't admit that unseemly stuff, but Mom didn't like me going to school that far away, and Dad said Durmstrang was more skilled at witchcraft than Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students are actually learning spells, not just doing something as pointless as defensive, as we do. ”

Hermione stood up, tiptoed to the door of the carriage, and slowly closed it, muffling Draco's voice.

"Looks like he thinks Durmstrang will be the right fit for him, right?" she said angrily, "I wish he had gotten out of the way sooner so we wouldn't have tolerated him." ”

"Obviously, that guy is playing tricks. It seems that his father is the only friend in the world!" Xie An said with a smile.

"Is Durmstrang another school of witchcraft and wizardry?" asked Harry.

"Yes. Hermione snorted, "It has a terrible reputation, and according to the European Review of Magical Education, this school has a strong focus on dark arts. ”

"That's nothing bad!" Xie An said, "That will make the students full of combat power, of course you may not think so!"

"I've heard that, too. Ron said vaguely, seemingly lying, "Where is it?

"Well, no one knows, does it?" said Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, how so?" asked Harry.

"Traditionally, there was a lot of competition among all the schools of magic, and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons liked to hide their whereabouts so that no one could steal their secrets. Shayne teased Crookshank Hill in Hermione's arms, "Just like Hogwarts!"

"Don't be funny. Ron began to laugh, "How do you hide a big dirty castle in such a big territory?"

"But Hogwarts is invisible. Hermione said in surprise, "Everybody knows...... Well, anyway, if you look at Hogwarts and read history, you know. ”

Ron said, "Go on—how did you hide somewhere like Hogwarts?"

"It's enchanted. Hermione said, "If a Muggle were to observe it, all they would see would be a pile of ruins with a sign at the door that said 'Do not enter,' in danger." ”

"So Durmstrang is just a pile of ruins in the eyes of outsiders?"

"Probably. Hermione shrugged, "Maybe it has a Muggle forbidden land spell on it, like a World Cup stadium, to keep outside magicians from finding it, and they make it unfathomable-"

"Again?"

"Hey, you can cast a spell on a building to make it impossible to survey on a map, can you?"

"Hmm...... If you say so. Harry said, "Just like my godfather Blake's house!"

"But I think Durmstrang must be somewhere far north. Hermione pondered, "It's a cold place, because they have fur cloaks in their uniforms. ”

"Ah, think about that possibility. Ron said dreamily, "It's not going to be so easy to push Draco into a glacier and make it an accident...... What a pity his mother likes him so much......"

The further north the train went, the heavier the rain became, the sky was dark, the windows were foggy, and lanterns were lit at noon. The food truck rattled along the corridor, and Xie An bought a large stack of cauldrons of cakes to share.

After eating and drinking, Shea took Hermione to another carriage, and they visited the Petyr sisters and Zhang Qiu.

The Hogwarts Express slows down slowly, and finally stops at the pitch-black Hogsmeade Station.

The train door opened, and there was a thunderclap as Hermione picked up Crook Hill and placed it in her cloak.

Xie An took out his wand, changed into a magic robe, and then walked forward with Sister Hermione Pettier and Zhang Qiu in the pouring rain, with their heads down and squinting their eyes. Now the rain was falling so hard and fast that it seemed like buckets of ice water were pouring down over their heads.

"This damn rain!" Shayne said, waving his wand to help Hermione shake the rain away, he was as busy as a car wiper. With this in mind, Xie An decided that he must learn a rain spell as soon as possible.

"Hey, Hagrid!" Harry cried out not far away when he saw a tall figure at the far end of the platform. Xie An, Rohn and the others also greeted casually.

"Ah, hello!" Hagrid looked back and waved his hand, "If you don't drown, see you at the festival!"

Traditionally, first-year students and Hagrid take a boat across the lake to reach Hogwarts Castle.

"Alas, I can't imagine walking through a lake in this weather. Hermione said eagerly, as they joined the crowd as they slowly walked along the dark platform.

Not far away, a Thestrals' carriage was parked.

Xie An and the others climbed into one of them, and the door was shut. A few minutes later, with a violent shaking, the car creaked and began its journey, splashing muddy water and staggering on the way to Hogwarts Castle.

Passing through the gates lined with winged boar statues on either side, the car made its way up a steep slope, swaying dangerously in the ensuing wind.

Leaning against the window, Shea could see Hogwarts getting closer, its many lighted windows glittering behind the thick curtain of rain. When their car stopped in front of the huge oak gate, a thunderbolt struck the sky, and the gate entered the fort by a stone staircase.

Shea, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and the others jumped out of the car and hurried up the steps. They didn't look up until they safely entered the gate and came to the antechamber with its ornate marble staircase where the torches were lit.

"Merlin!" said Ron, shaking his head at the rain, "if it rains like this again, the ditch will be full, and I'll be soaking wet—ahhh

A huge red balloon filled with water falls from the roof onto Ron's head and bursts. Wet and dripping with water, Ron staggered to Harry's side, just as the second water bomb landed - nearly hitting Hermione, it exploded at Harry's feet, the cold water shallow to his socks, and everyone around him screamed and pushed each other in an attempt to escape the scene.

"Aha!" a voice sounded, "Hello, Your Highness Xie An!"

Shea looked up and saw Peeves floating 20 feet above their heads—a diminutive ghost wearing a hat adorned with bells and an orange bow tie.

"Hehe!" Xie An smiled, "Good job, great greeting gift!" Xie An said, looking at the embarrassed Ron.

"Peeves!" an angry voice shouted, "Peeves, come down now!" Professor McGonagall, Vice Chancellor and Head of Gryffindor, scurried into the hall, slipping on the wet floor, grabbing Hermione's shoulders to keep them from slipping any further. "Ouch—— I'm sorry, Miss Granger. ”

"It's okay, Professor. Hermione rubbed her shoulders and gasped.

"Peeves, get down now!" Professor McGonagall shouted, straightening her polka-dotted hat and glaring through her square-rimmed glasses.

"Nothing!" Peeves giggled as he dropped a water bomb at a few fifth-year girls, who screamed and swooped down the hall. "They're already soaking wet, aren't they?, little ones!......" he pointed another bomb at the group of second-graders who had just arrived.

"I'm going to call the Headmaster!" Professor McGonagall roared, "I warn you, Peeves. ”

Peeves stuck out his tongue and threw his last water bomb into the air, landing abruptly on the marble steps, giggling like a madman, "Goodbye, Venerable Xie An!" After saying that, he turned into a wind and floated away.

"Hey, keep going!" Professor McGonagall snapped to the panicked students, "Hurry up, get into the hall!"

Everyone slipped through the antechamber and through the double door on the right, Ron grunting his soaked hair from his face as he grunted in exasperation.

The hall was as splendid as it had been, decorated with the opening ceremony, with golden plates and goblets glittering in the glow of hundreds of candles floating in midair, and four long large tables filled with chatting students.

At the very front of the hall, faculty members sit at the fifth table, facing their students. It was much warmer here, and Shayne and Hermione passed Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, and sat far away from the rest of the Gryffindors, on the other side of the hall, close to Nick, who was almost headless.

Nick was pearly white and translucent, and tonight he wore his usual tight-fitting robe with an oversized bow tie that served a dual purpose, one to look particularly festive, and the other to ensure that his head didn't shake too his partially cut neck.

"Good evening. He smiled at them.

"Who's talking?" said Harry, taking off his shoes and draining the water inside, "I hope they'll finish sorting the students quickly, I'm so hungry." ”

At the beginning of each school year, new students are classified into different classes, and Xie An has seen this activity many times.

Just then, an excited, breathless voice came from the table above, "Hey, Harry!"

"That's Colin. Harry said cautiously.

"Harry, guess what, guess what, Harry, my little brother is back to school, my little brother Dennis!"

"Well, that's good. Harry said. Shea saw a bunch of black lines on his forehead as he spoke.

"He's excited!" said Colin, expertly jumping up and down in his seat, "I'm counting on him to get a Gryffindor! ”

"Well, okay. Harry said, turning to Shea, "Siblings are usually in the same class, aren't they?" he said, judging by the Weasley children, all seven of whom were sorted into Gryffindor.

"Oh, not necessarily. Shayne shrugged, but Hermione said, "The Parvati Pettier Twin sisters are both in Ravenclaw, and since they're twins, you think they'll be together, right?"

Hermione said and glanced at Shay-An, who smiled. Then quietly took Hermione's hand under the table.

The faculty member's desk, which seemed to have a lot more empty seats than it used to be. Hagrid, of course, was still fighting on the lake with the first-year students, and Professor McGonagall might be supervising someone else drying the floor of the Frontrooms, but there was still a vacant spot - the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Where's the new Dark Witchcraft Defense Teacher?" said Hermione, looking at the teachers.

They had never had a Dark Witchcraft Defense teacher who lasted more than three semesters, and by far everyone's favorite teacher seemed to be Professor Lupin, who resigned last year.

"Maybe they won't be able to find the next one!" Hermione said, trying to break free of Shayne's grip as Patil looked down.

"Oh, hurry up. Ron grumbled next to Harry, "I can eat a cow." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall opened, and the people immediately fell silent, and Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-year students into the hall.

The poor freshmen, who seemed to have swam across the lake rather than by boat, were all shivering from the cold and nervousness. They stood in a line, facing the other teachers and students, and stopped, as did all the new students, except for the youngest boy among them.

The boy had mouse-like hair and was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat, which was too large for him, and looked like he was in a shaggy black tent. His little face protruded from his collar and seemed to ache with excitement, and as he stood in line with his frightened companions, he met Colin's gaze, gave him a thumbs up, and mouth-shaped, "I fell into the lake." He looked very happy about it.

In front of the first-year students, Professor McGonagall now placed a four-legged bench on the floor, and on top of the stool was an extremely shabby, dirty patched wizard's hat, and the freshmen stared at the hat, and the others stared at the hat. For a moment, there was silence, and then, a crack in the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat began to sing:

"At least a thousand years ago, when I was just weaving, there were four famous magicians, whose names are still widely known. The brave Gryffindor came from the moor, the just Ravenclaw from the gorge, the sweet Hufflepuff from the valley, the shrewd Slytherin from the swamp, they shared common wishes, hopes and dreams, and they came up with bold plans to educate the younger generation,......"

After the classification hat finished singing, the hall burst into deafening applause.

"It's not the song it sings when it classifies us. Harry joined the others in clapping.

"Sing a different song every year. "It's always quite annoying to live a hat life, right? I think it takes a whole year to make up the next song." You know, Dumbledore, that old man, was so busy eating all day that he didn't have time to chat with the hat. ”

Professor McGonagall now unfolded a large roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you put on your hat and sit on a stool. She instructed the freshmen, "After the hat announces your class, you go and sit down at the appropriate table." ”

"Akeley Sdelwart!"

A boy stepped forward, visibly shaking from head to toe, and he lifted his sorting hat, put it on, and sat down on a stool.

"Ravenclaw. Hat exclaimed.

He took off his hat and hurried to his seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone around him applauded and welcomed him. Harry glanced at Ronnie Winlaw Seeker Sheet, who was cheering at Akeley Sdelwart, who had just sat down, and for a moment, Harry wanted to join Ravenclaw, and the strange thought flashed through his mind.

"Badak Michaem!"

"Slytherinban!"

The table at the other end of the hall erupted in cheers.

"Silon Field Aina!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"But Dwell Owen!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Cribie Dennis!" Little Dennis staggered forward, nearly tripping into Hagrid's mole fur coat as Hagrid slipped sideways into the hall through a door behind the staff's desk. Hagrid was twice the height of the average man and at least twice as large as the others, and he had long, knotted black hair and a beard that looked a little alarming.

Soon Dennis put on his sorting hat, the brim of the hat wide open - "Gryffindor!" the hat shouted.

Hagrid and the Gryffindor class clapped in unison, and Dennis smiled brightly, took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and ran to his brother.

"Colin, I've fallen into the lake!" he screamed and collapsed on an empty seat, "That's amazing! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back into the boat!"

"That's cool!" Colin was just as excited, "It's probably a big whale, Dennis!"

"Wow!" Dennis cried, as if no one in the most bizarre fantasies could have imagined falling into a stormy, foaming lake and then being pushed out of the water by a giant sea monster.

"Dennis, Dennis, do you see the boy over there? The dark-haired man with glasses, do you see it? Do you know who it is? Dennis!"

Harry looked intently at the sorting hat in the distance, trying to ignore Colin, who had already pulled out his camera.

Shifts are being carried out. The boys and girls, each with varying degrees of fear, walked towards the three-legged stool one by one, and the queue slowly shortened. Professor McGonager read the students whose surnames began with "L".

"Oh, hurry. Ron rubbed his stomach and grunted.

"I hope this year's batch of people is standard enough. Nick applauded Michaton and Natry, who had joined the Gryffindor table, "We don't want to interrupt our success." ”

Gryffindor has won the House Cup in a row for almost three years.

"Pulin Jegra!"

"Slytherin!"

"Kyle Ora!"

"Ravenclaw!"

And finally, "Kevin." He was assigned to Hufflepuff, and when the assignment was over, Professor McGonagall picked up his hat and stool and removed them.

"The time has come. Ron grabbed his knife and fork and looked at his golden plate expectantly.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, smiling and welcoming the students with open arms.

"I'll just say two words. He said to his students, "Eat." His deep voice echoed through the hall.

"Actually, Professor Dumbledore can't wait!" Xie An laughed and began to eat.

"Ah, it's better to eat. Ron's mouth was full of mashed potatoes.

"You know, we're lucky tonight, there's a big dinner after all. "Earlier, there was a mess in the kitchen. ”

"Wow, what's wrong?" said Harry, biting into a large cutlet.

"Peeves, of course. Nick shook his head, his head dangling as if it was about to fall, and he pulled his bow tie higher, "You know, it's not the same argument as before. He wanted to join the celebration - that was impossible, a guy like him who was full of nonsense and couldn't help but throw around at the sight of a plate of food! We had a ghost committee! Fat Frye wanted to give him this chance, but I think it was Brietti Barron who was against it. ”

Blettie Barron is the Slytherin Ghost, a thin, taciturn, and silver-stained bloodstain who is the only person in Hogwarts who can truly control Peeves.

"By the way, we also think Peeves is looking for trouble. Ron said gloomily, "What is he doing in the kitchen?"

"Oh, the usual tricks. Nick shrugged, "Causing a lot of fuss in anger, throwing plates and jars around, swimming in the soup, and scaring the elves out of the way." ”

"Khoo!" Hermione flipped her entire plate, pumpkin juice slowly seeping onto the tablecloth, staining the white linen orange, but Hermione didn't care.

"School-raised elves?" asked Hermione.

"Well, they rarely get out of the kitchen during the day. "They come out at night and do some cleaning...... Look at the hearth fire and so on...... I mean, you don't want to see them, do you? ”

Hermione stared at him, "They have a salary." "They can also enjoy all kinds of things like vacation, sickness and pension, right?" Nick laughed, and he laughed too much, and his bow tie slipped down, and his head fell off, and some flesh hung down from his neck.

"Of course, of course!" Xie said hurriedly, giving Nick a look, "You know, Professor Dumbledore has already started working on this. You don't have to worry!"

Nick floated away confused. Xie An breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want Hermione to spend all her time running in vain for the freedom of the elves, so Hermione would have no time to spend with her.

Hermione looked down at the food she barely touched, put the knife and fork on the plate, glanced at Shea suspiciously, then at Dumbledore, and ate slowly.

The rain still beat like drums against the high, dark windows, and another thunderclap shook the windows, and the cloudy sky swept through the thunderbolts and illuminated the golden plate, and the remnants of the first course on the plate disappeared, and then it was replaced with pudding.

The pudding had eaten up, the last bit of crumbs had disappeared from the plate, and Albus Dumbledore stood up again, and the humming of the hall immediately ceased, except for the roaring wind and the pounding of the rain.

"Attention. Dumbledore smiled at them. "Now we're all well fed and drunk. "My reminder is that I would like to inform you of a few things. ”

"Mr. Filch wants me to tell you that this year the list of school taboos has been added to the list of things like Yoyo Scream, Tooth Edge Frisbee and Back Darts, for a total of 437 items. I think interested students can check it out in Mr. Filch's office. ”

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and he continued, "I still want to warn you that the flat forest is not allowed to enter the students, and those below the third year are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade. ”

"I would also like to regret to inform you that this year's intramural Quidditch tournament will not be held. ”

"What?" Harry gasped as he looked around at his Quidditch allies, Fred and George, who were silently mouthed at Dumbledore, apparently too stunned to speak.

Dumbledore added, "It's because of an event that started in October and will last for the entire school year." It takes up a lot of time and effort from the teachers - but I promise, you're going to enjoy the event, and I'm happy to announce that Hogwarts, this year—"

It was then that a deafening thunderclap rang out, and the door to the hall slammed open.

A man stood in the hallway, on a long cane, covered with a black traveling cloak, and everyone in the hall turned their heads to look at the visitor. Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck the roof, illuminating him, and he unbuckled his hood, a long gray mane and dark gray hair hanging down. He began to walk towards the faculty desk.

With each step he took, a heavy gurgling echoed through the hall, and he walked to the end of the table, turned to the right, walked towards Dumbledore, and another thunderbolt slashed across the roof, Hermione holding his breath.

The thunderbolt clearly showed the man's face, a face that no one had ever seen before, as if it had been carved out of rotten wood for a man who had only a vague idea of the human face, and the carver seemed to have no experience with chisels, every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a deep cut of the bevel, and a large part of the bridge of his nose was missing, but what frightened the students was the man's eyes.

One of the eyes was like a bead, small and black, and the other was like a coin, large and round, still blue. This blue eye kept turning, without blinking, up and down, looking left and right, very not like a normal eye, the blue eye turned to the right, towards the back of his head, so they could only see the whites of his eyes.

The stranger approached Dumbledore, and he held out his hand, which was as scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook his hand and said something as if he were asking the stranger, and the stranger replied with a smiling face. Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to sit in the empty seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, brushed away the dark gray mane on his face, pulled over a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and sniffed it with his remaining nose, then took a knife from the bag, forked one end of the sausage, and began to eat, his normal eyes staring at the sausage, but his blue eyes were still spinning in their sockets, looking around the hall and the students.

"Let me introduce our new Dark Witchcraft Defense Teacher. Dumbledore broke the silence and said happily, "He's Professor Moody." ”

"Moody!" Xie An kept staring at the guy, whispered, and then smiled.

"Who is he?" Hermione said, immediately turning her head.

"Moody is an Auror! a fierce Auror!" Shayne shrugged, "Half of Azkaban's prisoners were captured by him. But he doesn't seem to have a good brain, and he's prone to plotting!"

Moody didn't seem to care about the unenthusiastic welcome, his hand reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a pot-bellied bottle, and took a big sip, ignoring the jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, and as he raised his arm to drink, his cloak pulled a little off the ground size, and a clawed foot peeked out at the foot of the wooden table under the table.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

"I just said that. He smiled at the students as all the students still stared at MONOCULUS Moody, "We're honored to host an extremely exciting event next month, it's not been held in over a century, and I'm happy to inform you that Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley exclaimed.

The tension that had filled the hall since Moody's arrival had been shattered.

Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore let out a laugh of understanding.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley. He said, "Since you mentioned jokes, I heard a good joke this summer about a cave fairy, a witch, and an old witch, and they all went to a bar—"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Well—maybe it's not time to tell jokes. Dumbledore said, "Where am I?, by the way, Triwizard Tournament, some of you don't know what this league is all about, so I hope those who know will allow me to explain a little, and those who know can focus on something else." ”

"The Triwizard Tournament was created almost 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three major schools of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school chooses a champion to be represented, and the three players compete in three magical matches. The school of magic took turns hosting tournaments every five years, which was recognized as one of the best ways to bond among the young mages, until the tournament was discontinued when the death toll was too high. ”

"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, alerted. But the other students in the hall didn't seem to share her worries, and many whispered excitedly to each other.

"Over the centuries, people have tried to get back to playing several times. Dumbledore continued, "None of them have been successful, however, our Division of Magical Partnerships and Athletics decided that the time was ripe for another attempt, and we worked on it all summer. This time, the champion won't go crazy. ”

"The principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at our school in October with their selected players, and the tryouts for the three players will take place on Halloween, where an impartial judge will decide which one is most qualified to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy, which will be the glory of their school, and will receive a personal prize of 1,000 gold Galleons. ”

"I'm participating!" said Fred Weasley, sizzling under the table. Thinking of the glory and wealth that could be obtained, he was enthusiastic and radiant. He wasn't the only one who saw himself as a Hogwarts champion.

At each table, the students either watched Dumbledore intently, or occasionally whispered to their neighbors, but when Dumbledore spoke again, the hall fell silent again.

"Although I know you all want to bring Triwizard Trophy to Hogwarts. He said, "Both the principals of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to impose an age limit on contestants, and only students who have reached the age of seventeen or older will be allowed to apply. This-"

Dumbledore heard a few people complaining about his words, and the Weasley twins suddenly looked extremely indignant, and he raised his voice, "This is what we think is necessary, because no matter how much prevention is prevented, the competition will still be difficult and dangerous." There is nothing possible for students below the sixth or seventh year to cope with it, and I will personally make sure that students who are not old enough cannot fool our impartial judges into becoming champions of Hogwarts. ”

Dumbledore's light blue eyes blinked a few times when he saw Fred and George's rebellious faces. "So for those under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste your time nominating yourself. ”

"If he helps cheat himself, it's no problem!" Xie An said with a grin. Hermione immediately stared at Shayne. Hermione seems to be in the thick of things now.

"Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, they will be with us for most of the year, and I know that you will give all your enthusiasm to the foreign guests during their stay and support the champions of Hogwarts, and now is not too early, I hope you will be awake and relaxed during the class tomorrow, it is very important, go and rest. ”

Dumbledore sat down again, turned to MONOCULUS, and spoke to him. Students stood up and flocked to the double doors of the front hall. There was a grinding and thudging sound.

"How can they do that?" said George Weasley, who didn't follow the crowd to the gate and stood staring at Dumbledore, "We'll be seventeen next April, why can't we give it a try?"

"They can't stop me. Fred said stubbornly, glaring at the table above, "Champions can do anything, and you won't even let us do what is right, how can there be a thousand gold Galleons in prize money!"

"yes. Ron's mind seemed to drift into the distance, "yes, a thousand gold Galleons......"

The next morning the storm had finally passed, and although the roof of the Great Hall was still dark, heavy lead-gray clouds were still swirling overhead.

Shayne and Hermione checked their new class schedule over breakfast. Next to him was Harry Ron, a few seats away, and twin brothers Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing how to use magic to age themselves and get involved in the threesome witchcraft game.

"The weather is nice today...... It was nice outside all morning. Ron said, his finger swiping across the Monday column of the class schedule, "Herbology and fire-breathing, and magic to conjure critters...... Hell, we're still in class with Slytherin......"

"This afternoon is a divination class. Harry sighed.

"Do you hate Professor Trelawney?" said Hermione.

"Don't you hate it?" Xie An raised his head and said suspiciously. You know, last year Hermione had a big bang in a divination class.

"It used to be, but I had a new perspective on her during the summer vacation!" Hermione stared at Shea.

Xie An smiled hehe, and continued to bury his head in the food.

"What are you talking about?" said Ron.

"Nothing!" Hermione shook her head, "maybe you should give up divination like I did." ”

"Maybe!" said Harry, frustrated.

There was a sudden rustle above their heads, and more than a hundred owls flew in through the open windows, bringing their morning letters.

The owls circled around the table, looking for the owners of these mail and packages. A large, tawny owl flies up to Neville and drops a package on his lap - Neville always forgets to wrap things.

On the other side of the auditorium, Draco's owl perched on his shoulder, bringing with him what looked like candy and cake from home, as usual.

The first class in the morning was Herbology, which was Neville's favorite class. Professor Sprout asks everyone to collect a plant liquid, which looks sticky and disgusting. Fortunately, it was easier than facing Snape's dead face in Potions class. Everybody's done.

A rumbling bell echoed across the wet floor of the castle, bringing the message of the end of class. So the students dispersed, some of them stepping up the stone steps for their Transfiguration lessons, while Gryffindor walked in the other direction down the sloping lawn towards Hagrid's cabin, a log cabin built on the edge of the Fripiton Forest.

Hagrid stood outside his cabin, one hand holding his big black dog, the collar of the teeth. There were several open wooden boxes at his feet, and he was screaming and tugging at his collar, apparently eager to get closer to see what was inside. As the students approached, a strange noise came to their ears, like some small bomb.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said with a smile. "Let's wait for Slytherin. "They didn't want her to miss this – a sparkling tail with a spark.

Hagrid has always had a soft spot for these strange creatures. These snails appear to be deformed, unshiny lobsters, pale and filthy in color, with many feet sticking out in strange places, but their heads are not visible. There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, or crashing into the walls of the boxes.

They emit a strong smell of rotting fish. From time to time, their tails will burst into a burst of sparks with a snap, while their bodies move forward a few inches.

"Just hatched. Hagrid said proudly, "So you can raise them yourself." But we need to make a plan first. ”

Perhaps only Hagrid would be proud of these things. The task of this class is to feed these fried tail snails, and the students seem to be of mediocre interest. Especially the little snake that drag, babbling, fortunately, with Xie An's deterrent power, he did not commit self-harm.

After class, Harry Ron looked enviously at Shayne and Hermione, who could go back to rest, because they needed to take a divination class.

Sheayn, Hermione and Petteil were walking back to the Gryffindor common room, the atmosphere was a little silent, and Pettier was excitedly saying something. Xie An wanted to respond to Petil, but Hermione gently skimmed Xie An with a cold face from time to time, which made Xie An feel uneasy, so there was only silence for a while.

After returning to the lounge, Hermione pulled Patil back to the girls' section, and Xie Ann sat on the sofa, stretched, and took out "The Story of Spells" from the storage bracelet in a bored manner.

At noon, Xie An and others went to eat. They came to the entrance of the auditorium, which was full of people standing in line for food. Shayne had just joined the group at the end of the group, and Harry Ron was in front of him, and while Harry was complaining about the divination class, a voice rang out: "Weasley!

Draco was seen waving a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand, speaking loud enough for everyone in the auditorium to hear. "Hear the news!"

"The Minister of Magic's New Troubles, Rita Skeeter reports: It seems that the Wizard's troubles are not over. Recently, the Minister of Magic was fired for his poor performance in controlling the crowd during a World Cup Quidditch tournament, and is still unable to provide a reasonable explanation for the disappearance of a witch. Yesterday he was in a new predicament because of Arnold Weasley's erratic behavior, which he was mistaken for a robber. ”

Draco looked up, "Consider that they didn't even write his name, Weasley, it seems like it's completely non-existent, right?" he cheered.

Now everyone in the dining room is listening to him. Draco shook the newspaper and put it up, then continued: "Arthur Weasley, accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was involved yesterday in a case of altercation with several police officers who handled robberies for possession of some offensive objects: Mr. Weasley seems to have been helped by Mad-Eye Moody, the former minister who retired because he couldn't tell the difference between a handshake and an attempted robbery. So naturally, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, Mr. Moody once again went on the wrong alarm. Mr. Weasley had to explain a lot of things to get rid of the police. But he was reluctant to answer the question of the Daily Prophet reporter why he would involve the minister in such a rude and embarrassing situation. ”

"There's another picture, Weasley!" Draco said. He flicked the newspaper with his fingers and held it high. "It's a picture of your mom and dad standing in front of their house. Your mom would be better off if she was a little thinner, wouldn't she?"