Chapter 12: The Triwizard Tournament (1)

Finally, when the dessert was swept away, the last remaining crumbs of the plate were gone, and the plate was clean and shiny again, Arbus Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the howling of the wind and the pounding of the rain could be heard.

"Alright!" said Dumbledore, looking at them with a smile, "now that we are all well fed and drunk, I must ask for your attention once again that I have a few notices to announce.

"Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year there are a few more items that are forbidden in the castle, which are screaming balls, toothed saucers, and combo darts. The whole list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those interested can check it out. ”

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

He continued: "As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the field is not accessible to students, and Hogsmeade Village is not allowed to be visited by students below the third grade.

"I'd also like to regret to inform you that there will be no House Quidditch tournament this year. Phoenix they knew what was going to happen, but they couldn't help but smile. Dumbledore continued: "This is because a big event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of time and energy from teachers – but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

Just then, there was a deafening thunderclap, and the door to the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a fork of lightning streaked across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger. He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and began to walk towards the faculty desk.

Oooo He walked to the end of the guest of honor, turned to the right, and limped toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning streaked across the ceiling, and Melinda gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face as if it had been carved out of a rotten piece of wood, and the carver had only a vague idea of what a human face should look like, and he was not very adept at using a carving knife. Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a crooked gap, and the place where his nose should have bulged was gone. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of its eyes was small, black and shiny, while the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue. The blue eye moved and motioned without blinking, up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye—and then, when the blue eye rolled over and burrowed into the man's head, one could only see a large white eyeball.

The stranger walked up to Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something. Dundedo nodded, motioning for the man to sit in an empty seat to his right.

"A battle wound. Phoenix kept his voice low. Melinda pinched his hand under the table and motioned for silence. Many of Slytherin's relatives were imprisoned in Azkaban by him, and it was none other than Mad-Eyed Moody.

He sat down, shook his head, shook his long gray hair from his face, and pulled a plate of sausages over his mutilated nose and sniffed it. He took a knife from his pocket, poked it through one end of a sausage, and ate it. His normal eyes were staring at the sausage, but the blue eye still kept rolling around in its sockets, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody. ”

Normally, when a new teacher arrives, everyone applauds, but now there is no teacher or student applauded except for Dumbledore and Hagrid. Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped their hands a few times, and when they found the applause echoing in the silence of the auditorium, they lowered their hands in amusement. The others seemed stunned by Moody's strange appearance and stared at him intently.

Dumbledore asked to clear his throat.

"As I said," he said, smiling at the crowd of students in front of him, who were still staring blankly at Mad-Eye Moody, "in the coming months we will be honored to host this always wonderful event, which has not been held for more than a century. I'm pleased to report that Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year.

"You're kidding!" shouted Fred Weasley.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium ever since Moody entered the door was shattered in one fell swoop. Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively as well.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix, and a leprechaun, all in the same tavern—"

Professor McGonagall asked to clear her throat loudly.

"Oh--it's probably not right now- ”

"Triwizard Tournament is a friendly contest between three of the largest magic schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selects a champion, and then three warriors compete in three magical projects. Held every five years, the Triwizard Tournament was hosted by the three schools in turn, and it was agreed that it was a great way for young wizards from different countries to form friendships - but later, the death toll was so high that the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted. ”

"Over the centuries, people have tried to revive the tournament several times," Dundedon continued, "but none of them were successful. However, we, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic, believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We've done a lot of work this summer to make sure every warrior doesn't put their lives in danger. ”

"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will come with their hand-picked competitors, and the ceremony to select the warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are best qualified to compete for the Triumph Cup, win honours for their school, and personally receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons. ”

At the tables of each college, there were people who either looked at Dumbledore feverishly or whispered excitedly to their neighbors.