When only Dumbledore and Hagrid applauded the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hermione clapped her hands.

Ron and Harry, who were sitting next to her, turned their heads in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Hermione said strangely, "Why are you looking at me?" ”

"Don't you think...... Well...... Is he scary? Ron muttered.

"Oh-yes," Hermione nodded, "Honestly, it's a bit of a ...... But don't you have a long memory? ”

"What?" Harry and Ron asked, confused.

"Maca has told us again and again with her actions that nothing can be seen on the surface!" Hermione said solemnly, with a hint of gnashing of teeth in her tone.

"Hmm...... You mean, maybe this scary-looking new professor is a good guy? Harry looked at Moody, who was eating sausages, and couldn't build up any good feelings.

"I mean, don't make judgments until you have solid evidence!" Hermione spoke word for word, expressing full doubt about Harry's ability to understand.

Moody's himself, who was at the center of his attention, seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction.

He ignored the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, instead reached into his travel cloak and pulled out a curved bottle and took a long sip. When he raised his arm to drink, the cloak he had dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and a few inches of carved wooden prosthetic legs could be seen under the table, and a claw-shaped foot was underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said," he said with a smile 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 in more than a century." I'm pleased to report that this year, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts. ”

"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 coughed loudly.

"Oh - that doesn't seem like the right thing to say now...... Not quite right......" Dumbledore laughed, "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 anyone in the know will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I'll allow their minds to wander for a while......"

Founded about seven hundred years ago, Triwizard Tournament is a friendly rivalry between three of Europe's largest schools of magic.

The three schools are Hogwarts in England, Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang in mysterious locations.

According to the old rules, each school should choose one warrior, and then three warriors would compete in three magical projects.

Originally, the Triwizard Tournament was held every five years, and the organizers were rotated by the three schools. It was agreed that this was one of the best ways for young wizards from different countries to build friendships.

“…… But later, the death toll was so high that the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted. ”

"The death toll?" Hermione whispered, looking around in dismay.

But most of the students in the auditorium weren't as nervous as she was, and many were excitedly talking to each other. Even Harry and Ron looked in high spirits.

"Over the centuries, people have tried to revive the tournament several times," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. This year, however, I and Mr. Bagman, the Director of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic, believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We did a lot of communication with the International Department of Magical Cooperation and actively contributed to this great event."

"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 in the Triwizard Cup, win honours for their school, and even receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons for individuals. ”

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused, and said in an accentuated tone: "And in order to make this event even more exciting, the Triwizard Cup itself has also been replaced with a special magic item. If whoever wins the final victory, then this magic item will also belong to him! ”

"As for what it is, please allow me to sell it first...... By the time the game starts, everyone will know what it is. ”

The thought of the possibility of such an honor and fortune was filled with excitement on everyone's faces, and this was an opportunity to become a true champion of Hogwarts.

At the tables of each house, the young wizards were either gazing feverishly at Dumbledore or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.

But just then, Dumbledore spoke again. This time, his words made everyone can't help but send out angry protests.

Dumbledore proposed an age limit.

Only students who are at least seventeen years old, that is, over seventeen, are allowed to enroll.

"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 during our foreign dignitaries here, and that you will all support 'him' or 'her' wholeheartedly once the Hogwarts Warriors are 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 students stood up one after another, flocked to the two open doors with a face full of unwillingness, and walked towards the common room of their respective colleges.

……

It's been a few days since Marca arrived in Durmstrang, but he's been wandering around the campus except for class time.

In fact, what he had to do in Durmstrang this time was simple, and that was two words - high-profile! And there are certain rules here that allow him to find the most suitable way.

"I heard you're Durmstrang's best duelist?" Maca shook all the parts of her body so that he could show a most mocking gesture, "Little ghost, dare you duel me?" Let's compare? ”

A hillbilly accent is lazy and arrogant, coupled with his appearance of "I'm just provoking you, if you don't accept it, you will duel", it really made the other party annoyed all of a sudden.

But when the senior student turned back with anger, he was stunned all of a sudden.

"You're trying to- uh, no...... I'm not great, not at all. ”

Maca looked him up and down with her eyes and neck crooked, and finally staggered away in an angry position.

If people are not fooled, what can he do? You can't drag people to the dueling table like you're dragging a Dementor, right?

Several times in a row, Maca invisibly ate her own deflatedness. Since there is no way to get credits by finding someone to "make an appointment", then he can only use his brain a little more and take a few more detours.

Early the next morning, Maca posted this notice on the bulletin board in the school lobby:

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For seniors who are not good at dueling, and junior students who have not yet mastered dueling-type spells:

In order to prevent you from having difficulty earning credits due to your weak dueling ability, I will provide you with additional training and guidance in dueling techniques for free, and when you need it, I will come forward to protect you from being harassed by malicious dueling invitations.

For this reason, I hereby create a dueling club and give it a loud and heartwarming name, our dueling club is called "Unite!" We are not pacifists".

Come and join us! I'm waiting for you here!

Note: If you wish to join, please go to the open space in front of the school gate during the break time to register as a member.

Your friend, Macka McLean

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Soon, the students who had just gotten up, washed up, and were about to go to the auditorium for breakfast gathered in front of the bulletin board, and everyone couldn't help but whisper to each other.

A strange notice, a strange organization, and an even stranger name will always make people want to stay away. But on this notice, the words "Provide everyone with additional training guidance in dueling techniques for free" that were deliberately bolded by Maca made everyone's hearts move.

Under the word of mouth of Durmstrang's students, even those who don't know already know about Maca's flamboyant deeds in the World Cup final.

Almost everyone wondered: if he was to guide him, would he become so powerful?

It wasn't long before all the young wizards, except for some of the students who didn't dare to approach Maca at all, all the other young wizards rushed to the castle door.

In the open space on the side of the gate, Maca was sitting. In front of him lay a small simple table with a large stack of parchment paper piled on it.

"Are you all here to join the Dueling Club?" Maca saw that a large percentage of these people were freshmen.

When Maca asked, the young wizards immediately nodded their heads.

"Then let's all sign up! Everyone line up, come and pick up the registration form, and then return it to me after filling it out......"

"By the way, as soon as everyone has registered, the club will start its first official event! Get ready – unite! We are not pacifists! ”