The thunderbolt showed the man's face clearly, a face that Van Lin had never seen before, as if it had been carved out of rotten wood to a man who had only the slightest vague idea of the human face, and the carver seemed to have no experience with chisels.

Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a deep cut diagonally, and a large part of the bridge of his nose was missing.

But it was the man's eyes that scared everyone.

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 unlike 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.

It doesn't look like he's in great shape.

Mad-Eye Moody, the former righteous master.

However, his magic eye was indeed a little frightened.

Clever alchemy products.

However, if it wasn't the original Moody's, it wouldn't be comfortable to wear, right?

However, this is not something that Van Lin should consider, perhaps he should try to find out who this Moody professor is playing.

Barty Crouch Jr.? Or something else?

The thunder and lightning from the warning magic of the Tianhua Plate made the wizards in the hall a little confused, they didn't know what was going on, or what the ceiling was for.

Even in the darkest of times, Hogwarts was never in any major crisis.

Wizards in England basically walked out of Hogwarts......

Moody was taken aback.

As if it were like this, Van Lin saw his magic eye spin in an instant.

He pulled a wand out of his bosom.

The Aurors would always have a lot of weapons, such as Moody's humble cane.

Red magic rushed into the sky in an instant.

Moody's movements were so fast that Vanlin had subdued the damn ceiling before he could capture any more details.

A very powerful Confusion Charm, and by the way, Moody also dispelled the dark clouds that were suppressed in the sky.

The ceiling of Hogwarts Hall was back to its usual appearance, the starry sky.

Moody approached Dumbledore, his hand as scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook hands with him, saying something that no one could tell how far away it was.

However, it can still be seen from the expressions of the two people that these two are acquainted.

Maybe Moody was complaining to Dumbledore about the stupid Tianhua board?

Anyway, combined with his wet hair, Moody looked a little embarrassed.

Dumbledore nodded, motioning for Moody to sit in the empty seat to his right.

Alastor Moody sat down, brushed aside the dark gray mane on the side of his face, pulled over a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and sniffed it with his remaining nose, then took a knife from his 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 Dark Witchcraft Defense Teacher. Dumbledore broke the silence and said happily, "He's Professor Moody." ”

"Moody?" Harry said to Ron, "Mad-Eyed Moody, the guy your dad went to help this morning?"

"Probably. Ron replied in a whispered awe.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Hermione quietly, "what's wrong with his face?"

"I don't know. Ron whispered. While looking at Moody with interest.

Moody didn't seem to care about the unenthusiastic welcome, his hand reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a pot-bellied bottle, and took a big sip, he ignored the can of pumpkin juice in front of him, and as he raised his arm to drink, his cloak pulled a little off the ground, and Harry saw a clawed foot peeking out at the foot of the wooden table under the table.

It seems that this has been planned for a long time, at least the person who plays Moody must have been very difficult, and it needs to start preparing very early and learn the way of life of a disabled person.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

"I just said," he said with a smile to the students, all of whom were still staring at Mad-Eye Moody in amazement. "We're proud to host a very exciting event next month, which hasn't been held for over a century, and I'm happy to inform you that the Goblet of Fire, also known as the Three Witchcraft Tournament, will be taking place at Hogwarts!"

"You're kidding!" said Fred Weasley.

The tension that had filled the hall since Moody's arrival had been shattered.

Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore let out a laugh of understanding.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley. He said, "Since you mentioned jokes, I learned of a good joke this summer about a cave fairy, a witch, and an old witch, and they all went to a bar—"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Well—maybe it's not time to tell jokes. Dumbledore said, "Where am I?, by the way, the Three Witches Tournament, some of you don't know what this league is all about, so I hope those who know will allow me to explain a little, and those who know can focus on something else." ”

"The Three Witches Fighting Contest was created about 700 years ago as a friendly contest between the three major schools of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school chooses a champion to be represented, and the three players compete in three magical matches. The school of magic took turns hosting tournaments every five years, which was recognized as one of the best ways to bond among the young mages, until the tournament was discontinued when the death toll was too high. ”

"Death toll?" Hermione whispered, alerted. But the other students in the hall didn't seem to share her worries, many whispered excitedly to each other, and Harry himself was much more anxious to hear more about the game than to worry about dying a hundred years ago.

"Over the centuries, people have tried to get back to playing several times. Dumbledore continued, "None of them have been successful, however, our Ballroom Magical Collaboration Department and Magical Competition Department have decided that the time is ripe for another attempt, and we have been working on it all summer. This time, the champion won't go crazy. ”

"The principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at our school in October with their selected contestants, and the tryouts for the three contestants will be held on Halloween, where an impartial judge will decide which one is most qualified to win the trophy of the Three Witchcraft Tournament, which will be the glory of their school, and will receive a personal prize of 1,000 Sailing Coins. ”

"I'm participating!" said Fred Weasley, sizzling under the table. Thinking of the glory and wealth that could be obtained, he was enthusiastic and radiant.

He's not the only one who sees himself as a Hogwarts champion.

At each table, Harry could see the students either looking at Dumbledore intently, or whispering to their neighbors from time to time.

Once again, Van Lin's name was added to the middle of the Hogwarts dialog.

This is not surprising, Van Lin's limelight has been too much lately.

In the whole of England, and indeed in the whole of Europe, Van Lin is almost recognized as the strongest little wizard.

There is nothing to question about this.

A guy who can defeat a dark wizard head-on, and his explosive strength far exceeds that of ordinary wizards.

Everyone saw the kind of magic that made people palpitate.

As long as Van Lin participates, the Hogwarts championship trophy must not be escaped, not to mention, everyone has basically heard about Van Lin's lesson to all the boys in Beauxbatons......

Van Linleng looked at Dumbledore, the previous incident of Moody coming in had been temporarily forgotten by him.

If he hadn't shown his potential at the Quidditch World Cup, perhaps he might have been able to take part in the event.

The people at the Ministry of Magic are not stupid, though.

Once Van Lin uses the Philosopher's Stone, even Scrimgeour will not be able to defeat Van Lin, let alone the wizards in these schools.

Everyone knew very well what happened that night, and if Verin could run, there would be no doubt that the Hogwarts candidate would be Van Lin's.

It can be said that in this way, everyone will not have to play.

There's no way the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have responded to something like this, otherwise......

The chatter in the hall was too loud, and from time to time, some people came with a little fanatical gaze, which made Fan Lin feel very uncomfortable.

"You're going to win the championship, I don't think Beauxbatons and Durmstrang guys can beat you. Harry said that although he wanted to participate himself, he was more confident in his friends than he was.

"I ......," Van Rim said, but he met Neville's gaze.

Obviously, Neville, as a Gryffindor, was still very excited about such a thing, after all, Neville was the man who could pull the Gryffindor sword out of his hat.

But when Dumbledore spoke again, the hall fell silent again.

"While I know you all want to bring Three Witchcraft trophies to Hogwarts," he said, "the principals of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to impose an age limit on the contestants, and only students who have reached the age of seventeen or older will be allowed to apply. This ......"

Suddenly, on the side of the painting in the hall, everyone began to quarrel and began to resist, I have to say, this is very Hogwarts, directly with the headmaster.

"It's not fair......"

"Why...... Stumped to say......"

Fan Lin didn't dare to look around, and some people took him out directly to talk about it.

Dumbledore heard a few people complaining about him, and the Weasley twins, who suddenly looked extremely indignant, raised his voice and put a section of his wand around his neck.

“...... Quiet......

Great amplification spell, at least everyone was jumped.

"This is a measure that we think is necessary because no matter how much we prevent it, it will still be difficult and dangerous. There is nothing possible for students below the sixth or seventh year to cope with it, and I will personally make sure that students who are not old enough cannot fool our impartial judges into becoming champions of Hogwarts. ”

His light blue eyes blinked a few times when he saw Fred and George's rebellious faces. "So for those under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste your time nominating yourself. ”

Dumbledore then looked at Van Lin, who was sitting with Harry, and Ron and Hermione......

Dumbledore seemed to convey something to him, and there was a strange sheen in his deep eyes.

"Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, and will be with us for most of the school year, and I know that you will give all your enthusiasm to the foreign guests during their stay, and support the champions of Hogwarts with all your heart, and now is not too early, I hope you will have a clear head for class tomorrow, it is very important, go and rest." ”

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to Mad-Eye Moody, looking like he was about to catch up.

Students stood up and flocked to the double doors of the front hall. There was a grinding and thudging sound.

"How could they do that?" said George Weasley, who did not follow the crowd to the gate, and stood and stared at Dumbledore.

"We'll be seventeen in April next year, why can't we give it a try?"

"They can't stop me. Fred said stubbornly, glaring at the table above, "Champions can do anything, and you won't even let us do what is right, how can there be a thousand sailing coins in prize money!"

"yes. Ron's mind seemed to drift into the distance, "yes, a thousand sailing coins......"

"And, it's not fair at all, especially for Van Lin. Hermione said angrily, "Over the past few years, Van Lin has proven that he is the most powerful little wizard at Hogwarts, and I believe that there is no other school where there is a wizard who can stand up to Van Lin. ”

"Yes, if Verin can't be a Hogwarts Warrior, then who else at Hogwarts has the qualifications?" said Harry, nodding.

"This is simply an unreasonable thing, age limit?" Fred was annoyed, "Besides, there are still a lot of straw bales over seventeen years old, they can only pass the exam, but the Three Witches Fighting Contest ......"

"We'll have to talk to Dumbledore, or maybe the Ministry of Magic...... They can't do that, and everyone should have a chance. ”

"Yes, the most promising to win the championship was not able to compete, and it was because of age. Hermione frowned.

"Let's go. "Don't discuss it, if you don't leave, we'll be the only ones left here." ”

In fact, it wasn't a limitation for him at all.

He could just use the Confusion Charm to trick the Goblet of Fire and throw his name in.

Moreover, Dumbledore could be used to stop the magic of the young wizards, and Van Lin was able to find many ways to deceive them, bypass them, or destroy them outright.

"Van Lin, don't you have any opinion about age limits?" said Fred, hate iron, "you should be ......"

In fact, Van Lin was tempted to tell Fred that it wouldn't bother him at all, but Professor McGonagall walked over.

"Mr. Verin Ayr, please come over for a moment, Headmaster Dumbledore has something to say to you. Professor McGonagall said, but in a blink of an eye, the gentle face hardened.

"As for the five of you, I think you should hurry back to the public lounge instead of blocking the door of the hall, which is the hall and the first-year students are reporting, you should set an example. ”

Professor McGonagall's serious face was still terrifying.

In fact, a few people didn't dare to have any doubts at all, and leaving obediently was the right choice.

Under Professor McGonagall's watch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George walked to the antechamber, where they glanced back at Van Lin, and then, as soon as they went out, Fred and George argued about Dumbledore's possible methods to prevent students under the age of seventeen from entering.

"What is Dumbledore looking for Van Lin?" asked Harry.

"I don't know, maybe to explain the reason for the ban, everyone knows that the wizards of Beauxbatons and the wizards of Durmstrang are not the opponents of Van Lin, he is the best at Hogwarts. Hermione frowned, at least the girl's IQ was still online.

Harry nodded, this was the result of everyone's agreement, and they were friends with Vanlin, such an honor could not be missed.

It rotates every five years, and there is not always a next one.

However, these things can only wait for Van Lin to come back and talk about them.

"Who is the impartial judge who decides the champions?" asked Harry.

"I don't know. "But it's they're the ones we're fooling, and I think a few drops of old potion might work." George ......"

"But Dumbledore knows you're underage. Ron said.

"Yes, but he's not the one who decides who wins the game, is he?" said Fred slyly, "I think once he picks the best of each school, regardless of their age, Dumbledore is just trying not to let us say his name." ”

"But dead!" Hermione said worriedly, as they passed through a door hidden behind a tapestry and ascended another narrow flight of stairs.

"yes. Fred said nonchalantly, "But it was a few years ago, right?"

Anyway, there's no risk, what's the fun? Hey, Ron, what if we avoided Dumbledore? Would you like to compete?"

"What did you say?" Ron asked Harry, "of course it's fun to compete, but I think they might be older, regardless of whether we've learned enough or not......"

"I definitely didn't learn enough. Neville's muffled voice came from behind Fred and George.

"But I think my grandma will ask me to try it, and she always says how I can glorify my ancestors, and I have to, ......"

Neville's foot had sunk right down the middle step of the staircase, there were many of these traps at Hogwarts, and most of the older students would jump over this ad hoc step to develop a second instinct, but Neville was notoriously forgetful, Harry and Ron grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out, a suit of armor gasping and laughing at the top of the staircase.

"Shut up for me. Ron said that as they passed the armor, Ron slapped its face armor hard.

They groped their way to the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, which was cut behind a large portrait of a fat woman in a pink silk dress.

"What is the spell?" she asked as they approached the population. "Bradin hits. Granger said, "The prefect downstairs told me." ”

The portrait swayed forward, revealing a hole in the wall, through which they all crawled, and a whirring fire warmed the circulation room, which was littered with low chairs and tables.

Casting a cold glance at the cheerfully dancing flames, they said goodnight to each other, and Hermione disappeared into the hallway leading to the girls' quarters.

Harry, Ron, and Neville climbed the last spiral staircase to the dormitory at the top of the tower. Each of the five four-facing beds had a crimson curtain facing the wall, and at the foot of the bed lay their suitcases, Dean and Finigan were already on the bed, Finigan hung his Irish robe on the top panel, Dean pinned a poster of Victor Klum to the bedside table, and a poster of his original West Ham team was pinned to the side.

"Neurotic!" Ron sighed, shook his head at the player who wasn't moving.

Harry, Ron, and Neville changed into their pajamas and went to bed, and someone, no doubt a school elf, put an insulated frying pan between the sheets. It was especially comfortable to lie in bed and listen to the sound of the storm outside.

"I'll probably have to work on it, you know. Ron's sleepy voice came from the darkness, "If Fred and George find a way...... Race...... You don't know, do you?"

"But Van Lin's words ......"

"Maybe he's not going to be there, it's just nothing for him to play with. Ron said in a daze.

"However, the Three Witches Fighting Contest ......"

"We'll have to wait for Fred and George to find a way," Ron said, "and we'll get past the age limit, maybe the old potion will work." ”

Ron's potion inspiration suddenly exploded, much to Harry's shock, but ......

But Harry didn't know what it was.

"A potion that causes the flesh to age quickly, for the duration of its effect. ”

"Does this work?"

"Perhaps...... I also...... I've only heard of ......" Ron yawned, and Van Lin hadn't come back yet.

"Maybe we don't have to wait for him, Hermione is already back in the dorm. ”

"Maybe she's tired. Without thinking, Harry replied, "You know, Vanlin slept all day today. ”

Ron seemed to be asleep, his voice like a murmur.

"If you don't ......"

Harry rolled over in bed, and a series of striking new images came flooding through him...... He had fooled the impartial referee into believing that he was seventeen years old...... He has become the champion of Hogwarts...... He stood on the ground and raised his arms in triumph to the whole school, all of whom screamed with cheer...... He's just won the Magic Threesome......

Zhuo's face was very clear in the blurred crowd, his face was full of admiration, and his smile was bright.

Harry smiled happily on his pillow, especially pleased that Ron couldn't see what he could.