Alastor Moody, a very famous Auror. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info actually his nickname is "Crazy Eye" rather than "Blind Man", but Duten doesn't think so. Moody is actually not crazy, and the current Moody, nine times out of ten, has been replaced, so his various performances can actually be attributed to the person who disguised him.

A real Moody's may be short-tempered, but he is definitely not crazy. Of course, "Mad-Eye" is the nickname given to him by the rest of the world, so maybe he really behaves like a madman in the eyes of these people.

For! For!

With every step Moody's took, a hollow voice echoed through the auditorium. He walked straight to the end of the guest of honor, turned to the right, and limped towards Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning streaked across the ceiling, and Hermione gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face vividly, and the students present had probably never seen such a terrifying face.

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 and motioned without blinking, 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, one could only see a large white eyeball.

The stranger walked up to Dumbledore, and he held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something so that no one could hear what they were saying. 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.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, shook his long gray hair 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 when they noticed that the applause was lonely echoing in the silent Great Hall, they lowered their hands in amusement. The others seemed stunned by Moody's strange appearance and stared at him intently.

There began to be a small discussion among the students, and many students still knew Moody's person, although they only listened to their parents, but at this time it became the basis of their discussions.

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 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!" Fred Weasley exclaimed.

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......"

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 yet know what this tournament is all about, so I hope those in the know will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I will allow their minds to wander off for a moment.

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago and is a kind of friendship competition between the three largest schools of magic and magic in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selects a champion, and then three warriors compete in three magical projects. Held every five years, the Triwizard Tournament is hosted by the three schools in turn, and it is agreed that it is a great way for young wizards from different countries to forge friendships - but later, the death toll is so high that the Triwizard Tournament is interrupted. ”

"The death toll?"

Some students noticed the word, but the vast majority didn't, and many excitedly exchanged their heads. They wanted to hear the specifics of the Triwizard Tournament and were not interested in those who died more than a hundred years ago.

"Over the centuries, people have tried to revive the tournament several times," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic, believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We've done a lot of work this summer to make sure every warrior doesn't put their lives in danger.

In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors to the ceremony, which will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Triumph Cup, win honours for their school, and personally receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons. ”

At the tables in each house, there were people who were either looking at Dumbledore feverishly or whispering excitedly to their neighbors. But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent again.

"I know you're all eager to win Triwizard trophies for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that there is an age limit for this year's contenders. Only students who are at least seventeen years old, that is, over seventeen years old, are allowed to register for consideration. We felt ......"

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words, and the Weasley twins suddenly became angry.

"This is necessary because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, and no matter how much precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth or seventh grade to deal with it. I myself will ensure that no student of sufficient age will deceive our impartial referees into becoming Hogwarts warriors. ”

His blue eyes gleamed meaningfully as his gaze swept over Fred and George's rebellious faces.

"Therefore, if you are under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste your time in making your application.

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 wholeheartedly support Hogwarts Warriors once they 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 cafeteria clicked and ping-pong, and the students stood up and flocked to the two open doors and into the foyer.

……

Duten didn't leave, he stood there looking at the Gryffindor table, and he could even hear the voices of several people talking.

"They can't do that!" Instead of following the crowd to the door, George Weasley stood there glaring at Dumbledore angrily and said, "We'll be seventeen next April, why don't we give it a try?" ”

"They can't stop me from participating," Fred said stubbornly, glaring angrily at the guest of honor, "being a warrior allows you to do a lot of things that you wouldn't normally do, and there's a prize of a thousand Galleons!" ”

"Yes," Ron said, a look of trance on his face, "yes, a thousand Galleons......

"Let's go," said Hermione, "if you don't go, we'll be left here." ”

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George began to walk towards the foyer, arguing about what Dumbledore would do to prevent students under the age of seventeen from participating in the tournament.

"Who will be the impartial referee who judges who the Warriors are?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," said Fred, "but he's the one we're going to deceive." I think a drop or two of ageing boosters will do, George ......"

"But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough." Ron said.

"yes, but it's not up to him to decide who becomes a warrior, right?" "It sounds to me that the referee just knows who wants to participate, and he picks the best one from each school, and he doesn't care how old they are." Dumbledore was trying to stop us from signing up. ”

"But a lot of people died!" Hermione said in a very condescending tone. At this point, they passed through a door hidden behind a tapestry and went up a narrower staircase.

"yes," said Fred nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, right?" And what's the fun if there's no adventure? Hey, Duten, if we have a way to fool Dumbledore, do you want to participate? ”

Duten had walked up to them as they had left the restaurant, smiling as he listened to the discussion of several people, and now Fred suddenly led the conversation to him, something he hadn't expected. So much so that he hesitated for a moment in the face of Fred's question, but then he laughed.

"You can't participate, do you think I can participate? I'm younger than you. Of course, if the academy agrees, I'd like to give it a try and see how the students from the other two magic academies are. ”

Du Teng said with a smile.

Fred sighed when he heard this, "If you participate, others probably have no hope, you are so powerful, ordinary students are not your opponents at all, I estimate that even if it is a school teacher, there are few people who are better than you." ”

Fred was depressed again as he spoke, and George on the other side was the same, was it really worthy of being a twin? is so tacit that even depression is kept in sync.

"Where is it so exaggerated as you say, the professors of the academy are very powerful, but they don't show it."

Duten patted Fred on the shoulder.

"And there are too many students who can't participate, haven't you heard? The Triwizard Tournament is only held every five years, and it hasn't been held for decades, and this time the Triwizard Tournament is just an exception, and it's hard to say whether it will be held next time. Even if it can be held, every five years, we won't be able to catch up, so let's all be the same, let's relax and enjoy the competition. ”

Du Teng said with a smile.

"It's like the Quidditch World Cup, and it's good to be a spectator."

Although he said so, he was ready in his heart, he definitely wanted to participate, Cedric couldn't die, after all, he was a senior who belonged to Hufflepuff with Duten, and he was usually a good person, Duten didn't want him to die yet, and Cedric's survival was also a way to change the plot. At the same time, he also wanted to meet Voldemort, and participating in the Triwizard Tournament was undoubtedly the best way to do it.

In the original book, Harry was designed to participate in the competition, and someone deliberately framed him. Duten didn't think he would be treated like that, and he didn't have Harry's legendary background, so he had to figure it out on his own.

Why don't you talk to Dumbledore? Anyway, Dumbledore knew who he was, so it should be fine for him to help.

But then Duten dispelled this idea, he still decided to rely on himself, anyway, an age test enchantment is not a great magic, and it can be broken casually, so there is no need to go to Dumbledore.

The teenagers were still discussing how to participate in the competition, George and Fred were discussing various ways to fake their age, Harry and Ron were also involved, Hermione looked at them with some concern, wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing.

The group continued to walk for a while before parting and going back to their respective academies. (To be continued.) )