As the last bit of crumbs disappeared from the plate, Dumbledore stood up.

"Attention." Dumbledore smiled at the students. "Now we're all well fed and fed."

"I have to warn you about the next few things I'm going to announce."

"Mr. Filch wants me to tell you that this year the school taboo list has been added to the list, for example, boomerangs, etc., for a total of four hundred and thirty-seven items. I think interested students can check it out in Mr. Filch's office. ”

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and the Weasley twins didn't forget to add new members to this list even when they encountered the O.W.Ls (ordinary wizard level) exam.

He continued, "I still want to remind you that students are not allowed to enter the school's forbidden forest, and those below the third grade are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade Village. ”

"I'm also sorry to inform you that this year's intramural Quidditch tournament will not take place."

"What?" There was no student who was not surprised that Quidditch matches were an important source of score for their house, to a certain extent determined the ownership of the House Cup, and it was also one of the few large-scale entertainment events in the school, how could it be canceled so suddenly?

Dumbledore and the others whispered, adding, "It's because of an event that started in October and will continue throughout the school year." It takes up a lot of time and effort from the teachers - but I promise, you're going to enjoy the event, and I'm happy to announce that this year, Hogwarts—"

It was then that a deafening thunder rang out, and the door to the hall opened.

A man stood in the hallway, on a long cane, covered with a black traveling cloak, and everyone in the hall turned their heads to look at the visitor.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck the ceiling, illuminating him, and he unbuckled his hood, a long gray mane and dark gray hair hanging down. He began to walk towards the faculty desk.

He took advantage of the thunder of heaven and earth, and every step he took gave people a momentum of flooding. A heavy gurgling echoed through the hall, and he walked to the end of the table and turned to the right.

Another thunderbolt slashed across the ceiling, and tonight the ceiling was in harmony with the weather outside, and a storm was falling.

The thunderbolt showed the man's face clearly, as if it had been carved out of rotten wood, and the carver seemed to have no experience with chiseling, and every inch of his face seemed to be scarred, and his mouth was like a deep cut of the bevel, and a large part of the bridge of his nose was missing.

But what scares people is the man's eyes. One of the eyes was like a bead, small and black, and the other was like a coin, large and round, still blue. This blue eye kept turning, without blinking, up and down, looking left and right, very not like a normal eye, the blue eye turned to the right, towards the back of his head, so they could only see the whites of his eyes.

The stranger greeted Dumbledore, sat down in an empty seat, brushed aside the dark gray mane on his face, pulled over a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and sniffed it with his remaining nose, then took a knife from the bag, forked one end of the sausage, and began to eat, his normal eyes staring at the sausage, but his blue eyes were still rolling in his sockets, looking around the hall and the students.

"Let me introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore broke the silence and said happily, "He's Professor Moody." ”

Silently putting away the map in his hand, Aitch turned his gaze to Dumbledore.

"I just said ......" Dumbledore cleared his throat as his introduction to Professor Moody came to an abrupt end.

Dumbledore smiled at the students, some of whom were still staring at Moody dumbfounded. "Our school is proud to be hosting a very exciting event next month, which hasn't been held for over a century, and I'm delighted to inform you that Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year!"

Dumbledore explained to everyone what the Triwizard Tournament was, especially the prize money of 1,000 gold gallons, which made people forget the danger involved. The Weasley twins were even more likely to challenge the ban on participation under the age of seventeen.

It's a race that has been missing for a century!

The topic of Triwizard Tournament continues unabated, and there is even a lot of buzz - some people have even begun to prepare aged potions, they are not of the required age, hoping to fool Dumbledore when they sign up in October. There are also students from the other two colleges who participated in the competition, and everything is so exciting.

The only person who could compare to this was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Moody. Fred and George opened a market, and they were betting on the type of reason the professor would say goodbye to Hogwarts.

On the first day, Professor Moody showed his strength and "ferocity", and his record of capturing most of the prisoners in Azkaban was both respectful and fearful.

When Aitch went to line up for food, he only saw half of it: Harry said something with his back to Draco, and Draco was so angry that he pulled out his wand and threw a curse on the back of Harry's head.

A white spell grazed Harry's cheek, and then everyone heard a loud "Bang!" And a huge echo in the dining room.

"Oh my God!" Everyone who saw it exclaimed: there was only one mink left in the place where Draco was standing—Moody had used Transfiguration on Draco!

"I don't like people attacking behind enemy backs," Moody said as he came downstairs as he saw that Harry was okay and yelled at the little sable, which screamed in pain as it bounced higher and higher. "Nasty, cowardly, despicable practices......"

The sable flies in the air, its legs and tail waving helplessly.

"Don't do it again!" Moody said word for word, and the sable fell to the ground with a heavy blow, and then bounced into the air again.

"The same goes for you! Professor! Aitch intercepted Moody's magic, and he drifted the sable to the ground.

With a thud, Draco Malfoy regained his form, curled up on the floor, blond hair covering his shiny but pale face. He stood up and shrank behind Edge.

"Really?" Moody's blue eyes glared at Edge, trying to see through Edge's heart, and he was about to fall out. "But I think it's just the right punishment, even the heir of the academy can't stop the professor from properly training the students."

"Then I hope you can say something like that when you meet Professor McGonagall." Professor McGonagall, Assistant to the Vice-Chancellor, is in charge of this. Although she is fierce, she is always for the good of their students, and it is impossible to support this kind of punishment.

Without giving anyone a moment to catch up, Aitch turned and left. He was going to take Draco to Madame Pomri to prescribe some tranquilizers, and what Moody had done just now had definitely left a shadow on him.

When it came to Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it refreshed his bottom line. In the first lesson, he actually demonstrated the three major unforgivable curses: the Imperius Curse, the Heart Drilling Curse, and the Death Curse.

Neville's parents had been tormented insane by the Mind Curse, and when he saw the spiders Moody experimented with, the horror made him resist the power of magic. But this can only be done for him to think about himself, Neville will not ask Aitch to modify his relevant memories, and Madame Pomri has no cure.