"Here's the point, since it's a triwizard competition, it should be completely Slytherin to complete the hegemony on behalf of Hogwarts, and those Lions in Gryffindor who don't have a little IQ can only shame the school if they come out." Malfoy shouted loudly, and the Gryffindor House students next to him all looked at Draco angrily, but this faint gaze attack was completely painless to Malfoy, who had already thickened his skin to a certain extent.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, "For players, they are naturally the most worthy of being selected in the school, in other words, the most valuable. It doesn't really have much to do with the academy. After all, we all fight for the school, so once the Warriors are chosen, I hope that each of our houses will put aside their preconceived notions and unite to fully support the Warriors at Hogwarts. ”

Malfoy sneered disdainfully, seemingly ignoring what Dumbledore had said.

"Continuing our topic," a glint flashed on Dumbledore's half-moon lenses, "the Triwizard Tournament was founded some seven hundred years ago and is a friendly rivalry between the three largest schools of magic and wizardry 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 three schools in turn, and it is agreed that it is a great way for young wizards from different countries to forge friendships - but the Triwizard Tournament is interrupted when the death toll is so high. ”

"Tsk, the death toll," Lillian said with a slight smile on her face. "Participating in such a semi-entertainment and semi-competitive event can be hung up, and such a player is also worthy of being called a warrior?"

Loki glanced at Dumbledore in the teacher's seat meaninglessly, "Actually, the game set up by the Triwizard Tournament is indeed a bit dangerous, but in this kind of open competition, there is no means of self-protection at all, and it is deserved to die, after all, it is a waste of food." ”

The corners of Saul's mouth pulled out a wry smile, there is such a senior brother and sister who doesn't take human life seriously, the pressure is indeed a bit great.

At the tables in each house, there were people who either looked at Dumbledore feverishly or whispered excitedly to their neighbors. But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

"I know you're all eager to win Triwizard Tournament 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 enroll for consideration. We felt," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words,—— "This measure is necessary, because the project of the tournament is still difficult and dangerous, and no matter how much precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth or seventh year to deal with it." I myself will ensure that no student of sufficient age will deceive our impartial referees into becoming Hogwarts warriors. ”

Augustus had a hint of strangeness in his silver pupils, an impartial referee? Interestingly, most of the warriors in the past were above the age line, just because most of the younger students did not have a way to fool the Goblet of Fire, in fact, this kind of magic item that runs in a fixed way with some kind of rules, if you want to confuse its function, for a qualified mage, there are at least a hundred ways.

Strength determines everything, whether it is in the wizarding world or anywhere, the rules are often the stones trampled on by the strong, and all the constraints in the world are just shackles that limit the weak.

The introduction of the Triwizard Tournament ended, and Dumbledore announced the end of the game, and there was no word for the night.

The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still cloudy.

The morning class was Hagrid's, and Augustus, Malfoy, and Lillian walked through the castle and walked slowly down the lawn to Hagrid's cabin at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The summer breeze blew away the hot air, Augustus looked up at the scorching sun, the pure black robe was plated with a layer of golden sunlight, and the green of the grass covered the land, facing him, black, yellow, and green, forming a brightly colored oil painting.

"Good morning! Dear students, Hagrid came out of the fairy tale forest hut with a warm smile on his face and greeted Augustus and the others.

"You don't want to miss this - fried tail snails!" He excitedly gestured to the box that he had picked up and lay at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown screamed and jumped a few steps back.

Augustus stared at a group of large lobsters with gray and slimy feet sticking out horizontally and vertically in the wooden boxes, each of which contained about a hundred, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, and crashing into the walls of the boxes in a daze. They also emit a very strong smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp. Every now and then, a spark will shoot out from the tail of a snail, and then with a soft snap, the snail will move forward a few inches.

Yes, this kind of ugly and aggressive appearance, coupled with the vigorous characteristic, is definitely Hagrid's favorite, and if nothing else, the next lesson should be to start nurturing these so-called cuties. Augustus touched his chin to gauge what the strange creature was feeding on.

"Freshly hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "you can raise them yourself!" We can work on a big project! ”

A long silence enveloped the glade, and none of the students became interested in the offer, and Hagrid looked awkwardly at the expressionless Slytherin students, looking supplicably at the Harry trio standing in the Gryffindor line.

Hermione sighed slightly, deliberately pretending to be very interested, and stood up to explain, "This should be a creature that has not yet been included in the magical beast species, although I don't know their role yet, but I think when they become adults, they will probably be able to reveal their special features." ”

Most of the Slytherin students remained indifferent, with a look of disgust on their faces, and the Gryffindors seemed to be surrounded by Hermione's face. Augustus stood still for a while, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then stepped forward. Malfoy reluctantly followed, and the Slytherin students looked at each other and followed.