Following the crowd and entering the Great Hall, the Great Hall of Hogwarts was still so splendid and magnificent for a few months, and it was specially decorated for the banquet of the new school. Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden plates and goblets. The four long college tables were already filled with twittering students. At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students.

"It's really something to look forward to this semester when Triwizard Tournament is about to replace boring Quidditch, but unfortunately, my dad only told me about the tournament, and even he didn't get any definite information about the event." Malfoy sat at the long table, chin propped up, bored.

Lilian's crimson pupils were confused, "Is this still a guess, the triwizard competition in the past, there must be a maze project, this counts as one, as for the remaining two, they are generally slightly dangerous treasure hunting competitions, in general, basically the whole process is a combination of these types." ”

Thor and Loki looked at each other with a knowing smile.

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher this semester doesn't seem to have been decided, and the position in the teacher's seat is still vacant." Loki diverted the topic and said lazily.

"It's a pity that Professor Lupin is gone, leaving aside the stammering Quirrell, the narcissistic Lockhart, Professor Lupin, is indeed the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher I've ever seen, a professor who brings practical operations into the classroom, it's hard not to like him." Lillian sighed.

Augustus' gaze swept across the teacher's seat, and in the middle of the table sat the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. His flowing silver-white hair and beard glistened in the candlelight, and his sumptuous dark green robe was embroidered with stars and moons. The fingertips of Dumbledore's two slender hands touched together, his chin resting on top of them, and his eyes looked at the ceiling above through the half-moon lenses, as if in deep thought.

Triwizard Tournament, with his curiosity interest, is naturally to participate, but, according to his understanding, the contestants are generated through the Goblet of Fire, but I don't know what the principle of the Goblet is, whether the Goblet of Fire can be cast Confusion Spell to ensure that he successfully becomes one of the players, because according to the regulations, his age should not be enough.

The sorting ceremony went on very quickly, in just over ten minutes, the freshmen of this class had completed their admission to the college, and most of the new Slytherin students were carefully seated at the long table, with a respectful and restrained attitude towards the seniors of this house, and the new students who entered the house.

After a brief mealtime, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The humming of the hall suddenly stopped, and only the beating of the wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"That's it!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, ('Phew!') I must ask for everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to make. ”

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 Cup Quidditch this year."

Compared to the Gryffindor uproar, Slytherin's silence was clearly more confident, and for purebloods, it was not a secret at all.

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 doing it. I'm very pleased 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.

Augustus looked strangely over the figure, his face thoughtful.

"Mad-Eye Moody, how did he come to Hogwarts, is there something about an Auror coming to school at this time?" Lillian's tone was tinged with surprise.

"Aurors? Are you sure he's an Auror? Augustus asked.

"Well, my father once introduced him at a banquet, and his appearance is usually hard to remember the first time I see him, so I still remember it vividly." Lillian nodded.

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 that Harry didn't hear. He seemed to be asking the stranger about something, and 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.

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

"Interesting," Augustus chuckled, "this man is very interesting. ”

Loki glanced at Augustus in confusion, Moody has also seen this person, although the strength among the Aurors is relatively top, but in Augustus's eyes, there should be no interest in him, the deep meaning in this sentence seems to have some other flavors.

Normally, when a new teacher arrives, everyone applauds, but now there is no teacher or student applauding except for Dumbledore and Hagrid. Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped their hands a few times, and when they noticed that the applause was lonely echoing in the silent Great Hall, they lowered their hands in amusement. Suddenly, there was a round of applause at the Slytherin table, and Augustus clapped his hands casually. Although puzzled, all the Slytherin students clapped their hands, and a round of applause resounded through the auditorium, followed by the other three houses, and suddenly the applause welcoming Professor Moody filled the entire auditorium.

Moody glanced coldly at the clapping students around him, his gaze slowly moving across the crowd and converging on Augustus, his turning prosthetic eye staring at Augustus mechanically, his other eye with a deep inquiry.

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." I'm pleased to report that Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year. ”