After the dirty and patched Sorting Hat was sung, it took a whole year to come up with a new song, and the sorting ceremony officially began. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Roger's mind was not on the Sorting House, he was fiddling with his knife and fork, and looked at the golden vegetable plate in front of him: "Good ink, can't that broken hat be faster?"

"I said Roger, the sorting ceremony is much more important than eating. Hermione sat precariously watching as the freshmen were sent to the various houses.

"You've had so many snacks in the afternoon, of course you'll say that. The boy retorted.

"Hehe, how dare you say..."Hermione sneered, "You eat most of the food on the cart." ”

Roger spread his hands: "Blame me for my good appetite..."

Finally, the sorting ceremony ended with the cries of Kevin Whitby being sorted into Hufflepuff. Professor McGonagall picks up the Sorting Hat and small stool and removes them.

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 auditorium, "Eat!"

"Yes, yes!" cheered the students who were already hungry around them, and saw the empty plates suddenly and magically filled with food.

"Ah, it's so much more comfortable now. Roger turned on the sweeping mode, stuffed a mouthful of food, and said vaguely.

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.

"Alright!" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention once again, and I'm going to make a few announcements." ”

"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. ”

"It is my regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year. ”

"What!?"

"No!!"

There was an immediate commotion in the auditorium, and in the wizarding world, where there was not much entertainment, Quidditch was almost the lifeblood of many people... Many more stared at Dumbledore with their mouths wide open, as if speechless in astonishment.

After the riots had subsided, Dumbledore continued, "This is because a big event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy... But I'm sure you can all have a lot of fun with it. It is my great pleasure to announce that this year's ...... 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.

The man walked forward on crutches and shuffled lame, ignoring the gaze of the students in the auditorium.

Hermione gasped, "This is Moody, I finally understand what you mean, 'why is he called Mad-Eye' when you see him?"

Mad-Eyed Moody's big disobedient eyes kept moving unblinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye, and looked a little disgusting.

He walked over to Dumbledore and held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face... Dumbledore shook hands with him and whispered something, as if asking a stranger about something.

Moody shook his head without a smile and replied in a low voice. Dumbledore nodded, motioning for him to sit in an empty seat on the right.

The mad-eyed man sat down and shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his face, then pulled a plate of sausages over his mutilated nose and sniffed it. Then he took out 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 MONOCULUS still kept spinning around in its sockets, looking at the auditorium and the 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 meets everyone, everyone applauds, but now except for Dumbledore and Hagrid, only Roger is the only one among the other professors and students.

Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped their hands a few times, and finding that the applause was lonely echoing in the silent Great Hall, they put down their hands in amusement, leaving Roger alone to 'welcome' the new professor.

The others were stunned by Moody's strange appearance and stared at him intently.

"Moody?" asked Harry in a low voice, "Mad-Eyed Moody?"

"It should be him, but what's wrong with his face?" Hermione said in a low voice.

"The medal left over from the battle with the Dark Wizard," Roger put down his slap, and after slapping it again, it was time to divert the students' gaze: "The Auror, who was known as the most powerful back then, was not blown out. ”

Harry's eyebrows twitched, and he looked at Moody with some fascination.

Mad-Eyed Moody seemed indifferent to everyone's 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.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Thank you Mr. Collins for the enthusiastic applause, now let's get back to business..."

"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 in more than a century." I'm pleased to report that Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year. ”

"You're kidding!" exclaimed Fred Weasley.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium since Moody's entered was shattered. Almost everyone burst out laughing.

"Some of you don't know what this tournament is all about, so I hope those in the know will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I'll allow their minds to wander away for a while. Dumbledore also chuckled appreciatively:

"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?" Hermione whispered, looking around in dismay.

"Quidditch has killed a lot of people, not to mention this," Roger said disapprovingly, digging his nostrils, "even learning magic can go wrong..."

Most of the students in the auditorium, like Roger, were not interested in the people who had died more than a hundred years ago. Many people excitedly exchanged heads and rushed to discuss the specifics of the Triwizard Tournament.

Over the centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "but not once. 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 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 for the Triumph Cup, win honours for their school, and personally receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons. ”

"I'm participating!" said Fred, one of the Weasley twins, whispering at the table, his face lit up with excitement at the thought of the possibility of such honor and wealth.

He was not the only one who fantasized about being a Hogwarts warrior, and at the tables in every house, people could be seen either gazing feverishly at Dumbledore or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.

But when Dumbledore spoke again, the Great Hall fell silent.

"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 should be an age limit for this year's contenders." Only at least seventeen years old... In other words, only students over the age of 17 are allowed to register for consideration. We felt..."

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words:

"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 the rebellious faces of some of the students, "Therefore, if you are under the age of seventeen, I beg you not to waste your time in applying. ”

"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 support Hogwarts Warriors wholeheartedly 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!

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.

Roger and the others, who were well-fed and drunk, flocked to the door with the flow of people, and the friends who heard the news at first glance looked very excited.

"Wow!, Triwizard Tournament...", said Ginny with great interest, "If you become a warrior, you can do a lot of things that you are not normally allowed to do, and you will have a prize of 1,000 Galleons..."

"It's a pity that we're not up to the age standard. Harry's tone was filled with a sense of loss.

Only students who are nearing graduation in Grade 7 this year are generally over the age of 17.

"It's definitely not enough to learn enough to cope with that kind of scene, and the Triwizard Tournament was stopped because there were too many deaths. Hermione said.

At this point, they passed through a door hidden behind a tapestry and went up a narrower staircase.

The sensitive Hermione glanced at Roger, who didn't say a word and smiled at the corner of her mouth, and felt uncomfortable in her heart: "Do you have any bad ideas again? Tell you, don't think about it! Dumbledore knows you're not old enough!"

"Yes, but it's not up to him to decide who will be a warrior~" Roger hehe: "In my ears, as long as the referee knows who wants to participate, he will pick the best one from each school... He didn't care how old we were! Dumbledore was the one who wanted to stop us from signing up. ”

Hermione snorted angrily: "Even if this is the case, Dumbledore's methods are not something you can bypass, and you will definitely be stopped by him." ”

Roger smiled and winked at Harry and Ginny, "What do you guys think?"

Ginny jumped out happily: "I must try it! If you don't join in the fun, you will have regrets!"

The little girl who has grown up is quite adventurous, and if it weren't for this year's Quidditch tournament, she would definitely be participating in this year's Gryffindor Quidditch Tryouts.

"Probably going to go," the little savior was a little vague.

However, all three of them took Roger's questioning as a joke, and in their hearts they felt that even if Roger could toss, he would not be able to get around Dumbledore. In the wizarding world, Lao Deng is recognized as the strongest.

They walked to the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, and walked through the hole behind the portrait into the common room.

Here, Hermione and Ginny said goodbye to the girls' dormitory, and Roger and Harry climbed the last spiral staircase to the dormitory at the top of the tower.