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“…… Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year, there are several more items that are forbidden in the castle, and they 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......"

Hogwarts Headmaster Professor Dumbledore was giving his customary opening speech with gusto, completely ignoring the sleepy students below.

"Harry, looks like you're in a much better mood." Seamus handed Harry a pumpkin pie, "Take it, I just hid it, the school has a little less snacks this year." ”

"yes, I missed the sorting ceremony for the past two years, and I was finally able to make up for it this year." Harry replied happily.

"Shhhh Ron said.

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 would also like to tell you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

"What?" Harry was gasped for surprise. He turned his head to look at his Quidditch teammates, Fred and George. They all stared at Dumbledore with their mouths wide open and silently, as if they were speechless in astonishment.

"Oh my God, is this the secret?" Ron was also shocked.

Dumbledore continued, "This is because a big event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - 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 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 struck the ceiling, and everyone 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 his eyes was small, black, and shiny; The other eye 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 over to Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something, but the stranger shook his head without a smile and replied in a low voice. Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to sit in an empty seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, shook the gray-white long 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. ”

Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped their hands a few times, and now that the applause echoed in the silent Great Hall, they put down their hands in amusement. The others seemed stunned by Moody's strange appearance and stared at him intently.

"Looks really scary......"

"You see him like that, he must have dealt with a lot of dark wizards - or maybe he's a good dark wizard."

The students whispered.

Moody's seemed indifferent to the lukewarm reaction. Ignoring the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle, and took a large sip.

When the Great Hall fell silent again, Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said," he said, smiling as he looked at the many students in front of him, "in the coming months we will be honored to host a wonderful event that has not been held for more than a century." It is my pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year. ”

"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley exclaimed.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium since Moody's entered was shattered. Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Blído chuckled appreciatively.

"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 of whom went into the same tavern......"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh - that's probably not the right thing to say now...... Not quite right......" said Dumbledore, "where did I just go?" Ah, by the way, Triwizard Tournament...... Some of you don't know what this tournament is all about, so I hope those of you who know the situation will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I will allow their minds to wander away for a moment. ”

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago and is a kind of friendship competition between the three largest schools of magic and magic 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 is hosted by the three schools in turn, and it is agreed that it is a great way for young wizards from different countries to forge friendships - but later, the death toll is so high that the Triwizard Tournament is interrupted. ”

Clearly, the vast majority of students did not take the term "death toll" seriously, and many turned their heads excitedly.

"Over the centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been 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 carefully selected contenders, and the ceremony to select the champions will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Triumph Cup, win honours for their school, and personally receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons. ”

"A thousand Galleons! I want to participate! Fred Weasley whispered at the table, his face lit up with excitement at the thought of the possibility of such an honor and fortune.

There were obviously many students who had the same idea as him, and at the tables in every house, there were people who were either looking at Dumbledore feverishly or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.

"It's crazy, haven't they noticed that so many brilliant young wizards have died in this seemingly rewarding tournament?" Hermione, apparently unable to stand the irrational frenzy, sat down at the Ravenclaw table with Parvati - the Gryffindor lion cubs seemed to have gotten carried away.

"Our ancestors taught us, and we were dizzy. In the wizarding world, there are very few opportunities for fame and fortune, and I am not surprised that they would react in this way. Silver whispered. For Hogwarts students, such an opportunity may be this one. ”

The people in Ravenclaw's house were relatively calm, and Silver's corner was even calmer - he already had a considerable prestige in Ravenclaw, and many Ravenclaw students were only looking at him.

Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

"I know you're all eager to win Triwizard trophies for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that there is an age limit for this year's contenders. Only students who are at least seventeen years of age - that is, over seventeen years of age - are allowed to register for consideration. We felt," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some of the Weasley twins suddenly became angry in protest after hearing his words, "this measure is necessary, because the project of the tournament is still arduous and dangerous, and no matter how much precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth or seventh grade to deal with it. His blue eyes gleamed meaningfully as his gaze swept over Fred and George's rebellious faces, "Therefore, if you are under the age of seventeen, I beg that you do not waste your time in making your application." ”

"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will all be warm and friendly to our foreign guests during their stay here, and that you will wholeheartedly support Hogwarts Warriors once they are finally chosen. Well, it's not early, and it's important that you walk into class tomorrow morning feeling refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed! Come on! ”

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Moody the Mad-Eye. The cafeteria clicked and ping-pong, and the students stood up and flocked to the two open doors and into the foyer.

"It's not fair, I'm going to be 17 next year, why is there such a strange rule!"

"That's right, there was no such rule in the previous Triwizard Tournament."

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