There are four famous wizards, whose names have survived to this day:

Brave Gryffindor, from a barren swamp,

Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the tranquil riverside

Merciful Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

Shrewd Slytherin, from that quagmire.

......

In the castle in the distance, there was a faint sound of singing.

The Sorting Ceremony has begun, and Hoffa is left with not many options, for the resurrection, even hell he has to enter, let alone Hogwarts.

It's just that little Barty definitely can't attend the banquet like this.

Unable to do so, he pulled out the box that Barty Jr. was pushing and opened it upright like a door. In the box was a room of 60 square meters.

In the room, Alastor Moody, stripped of and wearing only underwear, was tied to a pillar, his mouth sealed in chains, unable to make a sound.

When he saw the bald boy come in, he glared at the boss with one eye, and writhed wildly and furiously, shaking the chains with a clanging sound.

Completely ignoring Moody, Hoffa threw little Barty, who was moaning in unconsciousness and pain, into the box, then plucked one of Moody's hairs from the struggle, walked to the corner of the room, took out the Polyjuice Potion that Nicol Lemay had prepared for him, and added Moody's hair to it.

Yikes!

A puff of green smoke came out of the compound decoction, and the paste became clear.

He stripped naked, tilted his head and drank the potion.

Outside the box, the rainstorm became more and more intense, and the electric light flickered incessantly.

Inside the box, Hoffa covered his head, his body rapidly changing under the effect of the compound decoction.

His back was rickety, wrinkles grew, one eye was sunken inward until it disappeared, and even his right calf was half shrunk.

"Hmm..... Well...... Mix...... Mixed ......"

Old Moody watched this scene, his eyes cracked, and he dangled frantically on the chain.

"Old thing, you really don't care for it!"

Hoffa, who had become Moody, stood in front of Moody's deity and flicked his JJ without being salty.

"Woooooo Belch... Evil... Evil... In vain...!"

Old Moody roared hoarsely, forcing an unwilling roar behind the chains.

"Hmph, I'm really offended, you deserve this hardship in your life. ”

Hoffa smiled indifferently and jumped up to him on one leg, putting a lock on his mouth to keep him from making a sound.

He then jumped up to Barty Jr. on one leg and removed Moody's prosthetic leg and eyes and mounted them on himself.

The blue magic eye was worn in the deep socket of the eye, and as soon as it entered, it turned on its own, providing him with three hundred and sixty degrees of vision.

He then picked up Moody's wand, which, unsurprisingly, was held in his hand like a normal piece of wood, and had no connection to him at all.

The drag ends.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the familiar and strange castle.

The rain was still pounding heavily on the high, dark windows. Another thunderclap crackled the glass windows, and the first creature that greeted him as he entered the porch was a cat crouching on top of his armor licking his palms.

It glanced at Hoffa with red eyes, immediately jumped down, and hurried away with its tail up.

Lady Loris is here, will Filch be far away?

The familiar man's loud voice came from the hall, making Hoffa feel like a world away.

......

"Mr. Filch, the Administrator, wants me to tell you that this year, there are several more items that are forbidden to be used in the castle, and they are the Screaming Swim Ball, the Wolf Tooth Saucer, and the Combo Dart. 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......"

Outside the hall, a skinny and bald old man stuck his ear to the door of the banquet hall, like a perverted husband who spied on his wife's cheating.

When he heard Dumbledore's words, he gasped for breath with excitement, and his thin palms rubbed his chest unconsciously.

"Hey. ”

Hoffa stood behind him and greeted him coldly.

"Ahh

Filch, who was obsessed with eavesdropping on the headmaster's reading of the school rules, jumped up in fright, and as soon as he turned around and saw a terrifying face, he immediately raised his hands, leaned against the door, and asked with a trembling voice like a surrendered soldier: "You... You... Are you...?"

"Take my luggage to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office. ”

He handed Filch the suitcase with Moody Sr. and Barty Jr. in his hand, and said lightly.

Filch came back to his senses, and he wiped the cold sweat from his head. Squeezed out a smile, "It's a professor, I'll go, I'll go." He took the box from Hoffa's hand in a friendly and respectful manner, and went upstairs, but after rounding a corner, Hoffa heard Filch complain secretly:

"The professor is here so late... What a dereliction of duty... It's really a dereliction of duty, even if you're late, and you look so scary, I really don't know what Dumbledore thinks, hum, the professor at Hogwarts, it's really not as good as a year....."

In the auditorium, Dunlido's loud voice continued:

"As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue is not accessible to students, and in Hogsmeade Village, no students under the third grade are allowed to visit. I would also like to regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year.

That's because a big event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of 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—"

At that moment, there was a deafening thunderclap, the door to the auditorium was slammed open, and the headmaster's speech stopped.

Hoffa stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black travel cloak, and looked directly at Dumbledore, who was about a hundred meters away from him, was he controlling Cedric looking for himself?

For a moment, Hoffa even wanted to tell Dumbledore about it and see what he would say.

But he immediately guessed what Dumbledore would say when he saw him, and it must be a long list of life philosophies. It's about love, it's about courage, it's even about accepting fate.

The thought was quietly extinguished after circling in his mind, what does the principal's negligence have to do with himself, he is tired of wiping the ass of others.

Dumbledore, who was speaking in front of the eagle statue in the distance, was also stunned, his eyelids drooping under his crescent glasses, as if he was a little surprised by Moody's appearance.

Hoffa kicked his wooden legs and clubbed his crutches, and walked forward step by step.

The students in the auditorium were silent for a while, they stared at Moody's pace, and some even fell off the cake in their hands.

Step on.

Step on.

Step on.

With the sound of wooden legs tapping on the ground, Hoffa stood in front of Dumbledore.

Albus Dundedo is no longer what he was when he first met him at the orphanage, he had a red beard, often wore a sophisticated velvet robe, and looked young and radiant.

Now, he looks a bit like the Armando Duppet of the past, with a long silver beard and wrinkles all over his head. The only difference with Dippert is that he is now full of energy and does not show any decline.

"It's okay on the road. ”

When Moody (Hofa) stepped into the teacher's seat, Dumbledore reached out and asked gently.

"It's fine. ”

Hoffa also stretched out his hand and shook the other's dry, slender palm.

"I'm not going to go around just now. ”

Deng Lido held his hand and asked quietly.

"Yes. ”

"Is there any trace of a dark wizard?"

Dumbledore asked jokingly.

"It's all over the place. ”

Hoffa said coldly.

Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh, he patted Moody (Hofa) on the shoulder and pointed to the seat on his right: "I've worked hard for you this year." ”

Hoffa sat down, and Severus Snape, with greasy hair, moved his chair, as if not wanting to get too close to him.

Although the food on the students' tables has been removed, there are still some leftovers on the teachers' seats. Hoffa then felt that he was hungry. He shook his head, pulled over a plate of sausages, raised it to his mutilated nose and sniffed it, and sure enough, it was still a familiar smell.

He took a piece of paper out of his pocket, which turned into a knife as he pulled it out, and he poked the knife through one end of a sausage, and ate it as if no one was around.

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

There was only a sparse sound of cheering in the entire auditorium, and the only people who applauded were Dumbledore and Hagrid.

Hoffa didn't care at all, he felt some sympathy for Moody, the old guy had captured dark wizards all his life, and his popularity was not as high as that of the liar Gilderoy Lockhart, probably because Lockhart looked better.

He took a sip of the compound decoction from his pocket and looked at the teacher's seat. Severus Snape was watching him cautiously, and the little Professor Flitwick was happily talking to Pomona Sprout of Hufflepuff.

"Ahem...."

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said," he said, smiling 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. ”

"You're kidding!" said Fred Weasley.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium since Moody's entered was shattered. Almost everyone burst out laughing, and Dumbledore 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......"

Hoffa felt almost full and pushed the plate away, his eyes resting on Dumbledore, who looked exactly as described in the original book, with no blackening marks as he had imagined, and did not recognize Moody's true identity.

So who is secretly looking for themselves?

Could it be Grindelwald?

No... No, Grindelwald had seen his own bald head.

As Hoffa pondered, he felt someone watching him.

Turning his head, he saw that Professor Minerva McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, who was sitting on Dumbledore's left, was staring at the knife in his hand, his mouth slightly open.

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......

A few minutes later, Deng Lido finished all the rules of the Triwizard Tournament.

The banquet ended in a joyous atmosphere. As everyone left the banquet hall, Dumbledore suddenly stopped Hoffa.

"Moody, wait a minute. ”

Huo Fa froze in place just like Zhao Gongming who heard Shen Gongbao shout out to his fellow Daoists to please stay, and he slowly turned his head and stared at Deng Liduo with his blue magic eyes.

It's all here, and he still plans to do something bad, and the former teacher in front of him is the hurdle he has to overcome. He tensed his nerves at the top wizard's one-on-one conversation.

When everyone in the auditorium was gone, Dumbledore stood in front of Hoffa, the smile on his face gradually disappearing, and his expression became worried, "Did you go to Fudge, what did he say?"

Hoffa was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Moody was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore had asked Moody to talk to Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, for some reason.

But whether Moody Sr. went to Fudge, and what Fudge said, he Hofabach didn't know at all, because he only temporarily disguised himself as Moody tonight.

Silent.

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa.

The sad expression became a little confused.

Facing the old professor's worried blue eyes, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down Hoffa's forehead. He realized that he had to say something, and that if he remained silent, he might immediately show his feet.

"What else can I say," Hoffa said lightly, "it's not that you don't know the character of our Minister of Magic. ”

He kicked the ball back.

"Shhhhh

With his hands behind his back, Dumbledore spun around.

"So, he's completely indifferent to your findings?"

"yes, completely indifferent. ”

Deng Liduo put his fingers into his silver hair sadly, looking very irritable: "Fudge, Fudge, how can you take power so seriously, and don't care if your own people are missing?"

Hoffa's face was expressionless, but his heart was about to jump and praise himself for his wit.

He speculated that Moody had reported the disappearance of people at the Quidditch World Cup to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore told Moody to turn to Fudge for help.

So, was Dumbledore aware of Grindelwald's existence?

"No, we can't let Riddle do this again. "This year, when you take some time after the course, we'll send some more people to focus on the search for Peter Pettigrew." ”

Belch... The smile on the corner of Hoffa's mouth vanished.

Did Dumbledore think that the disappearance of people everywhere was the work of Tom Riddle?

"I think... Voldemort may be more than a threat..."Hoffa thought for a moment and said slowly.

"What did you say?"

Dumbledore frowned.

Hoffa said tentatively, "I said, there are only two people in Voldemort and Wormtail, so it is impossible to do something too exaggerated. Perhaps, there are other dark wizards ......"

"Moody, what do you think, why haven't you been so reserved before?" Dumbledore frowned.

Hoffa immediately realized that Mad-Eyed Moody was a short-tempered Auror, and that he was completely different from himself, and the more he hesitated, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"Grindelwald!"

He immediately said, "I suspect Grindelwald is playing tricks." ”

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly sharpened, "What did you say?"

"I'm just speculating. ”

Moody (Hoffa) flicked his cloak and stood up: "Voldemort has lost his servant and is now struggling to survive, and I don't think he alone can make so many people disappear quietly." There must be someone else working in the shadows. ”

Dumbledore looked at Hoffa, his sharp eyes dimming little by little, and finally, he sighed: "Impossible, you are too suspicious, Alasto." Gellert Grindelwald can't afford to make any waves. You can rest assured. ”

"Why?"

Hoffa's eyes widened, completely puzzled.

"His fate has been sealed. Deng Liduo waved his hand: "No need to worry. ”

"Sealed? What does that mean. ”

"Forget it. ”

There was a hint of sadness in Dumbledore's eyes, but soon that sadness disappeared without a trace, "You don't need to worry about this, I have a small request, about this year's course." ”

"What requirements?"

"Every Triwizard Tournament in history has been an opportunity for frequent turmoil, and when wizards gather together, it is impossible to quiet down and drink tea.

I think our students are in dire need of self-preservation, so I'd like to ask you to demonstrate the three unforgivable mantras to your students. ”

Hoffa's expression was a little glazed.

After a pause, Dumbledore continued, "Also, if you can, I'd like you to focus on Harry Potter. ”