Finally, the sorting ceremony ended. Professor McGonagall picked up the Sorting Hat and small stool and took them away.

Professor Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all his classmates with a smile and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

"I have only two words to say to you," he said, and his deep voice echoed through the Great Hall, "Eat! ”

A variety of food appeared on the table, and Xingzhe directly picked up a chicken leg and pumpkin pie and began to eat it violently.

"Well, it's fun!"

When you're hungry, everything you eat is fragrant.

The rain was still pounding heavily on the high, dark windows. Another thunderclap rang out, making the glass windows rattle, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the gloomy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate, the first remaining dish of food on the plate vanished, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with desserts.

At last, when the dessert was swept away, the last remaining crumbs of the plate were gone, and the plate was clean and shiny again, 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, I must ask for everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to make. ”

"Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year there are a few more items that are forbidden in the castle, which are screaming balls, toothed saucers, and combo darts. 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. ”

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

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."

"What?" Harry was gasped for surprise. He turned his head to look at his Quidditch teammates, Fred and George. They all stared at Dumbledore with their mouths wide open and silently, as if they were speechless in astonishment.

Xingzhe naturally knew what would happen, so his expression was very calm.

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, and many people gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face in such a vivid light, which many people had probably never seen before. It was carved out of a piece of decaying wood, and the carver had only a vague idea of what a human face should look like, and he was not very good at using a carving knife. Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a crooked gap, and the place where his nose should have bulged was gone. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny; The other eye was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue. The blue eye moved unblinking, up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye—and then, when the blue eye rolled over and burrowed into the man's head, everyone could only see a large white eyeball.

The stranger walked over to Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand, and said 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.

Xingzhe's eyes narrowed, staring at the man.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, shook the gray-white long from his face, and pulled a plate of sausages over his mutilated nose and sniffed it. He took a knife from his pocket, poked it through one end of a sausage, and ate it. His normal eyes were staring at the sausage, but the blue eye still kept rolling around in its sockets, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

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

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 now that the applause echoed in the silent Great Hall, they put down their hands in amusement. The others seemed stunned by Moody's strange appearance and stared at him intently.

Seongzhe had seen Moody a long time ago, so he was indifferent to his scary looks.

However, he cares more about who this person is!

His hands were about to seal, his eyes opened in an instant, and he began to perceive Moody.

Xingzhe in the state of opening his eyes can see the true face of this person.... However, he carefully observed for a long time....

This turned out to be the real Mad-Eye Moody....

Xingzhe is angry and confused.

What's going on, Barty Crouch Jr. should be in Azkaban again, and Crouch himself has made a stern introspection, as reported by the Daily Prophet.

That..... Why did Moody's look look like this?

Although it was the real Moody, Xingzhe's intuition told him.

Someone definitely got in.

"If it weren't for Moody....", his eyes searched for something, and at this moment, in an inconspicuous position, a person dodged Xingzhe's gaze.

Moody's seemed indifferent to the lukewarm reaction. Ignoring the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle, and took a large sip. As he raised his arm to drink, the cloak he had dragged on the floor was pulled up a few inches, revealing a few inches of carved wooden prosthetic legs under the table, and a claw-shaped foot underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said," he said, smiling as he looked at the crowd of students in front of him, who were still staring blankly at Mad-Eye Moody, "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!" Fred Weasley said loudly.

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 cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh - that's probably not the right thing to say now...... Not quite right......" said Dumbledore, "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 those of you who know the situation will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I will allow their minds to wander away for a moment. ”

(To be continued.) )8