In the face of the outcry, Dumbledore only laughed and did not say anything.

"Silence!"

Professor McGonagall grimaced and tapped the glass with her wand.

"Silence!!"

At the same time, the newly appointed Professor Moody sneered, and the blue magic eye spun around a few times.

The auditorium fell silent in an instant.

"What's going on?"

Scott heard someone muttering for some unknown reason.

In the perception of others, Professor Moody, although he sat there well, suddenly brought a strong sense of oppression to everyone.

Only Scott noticed the change in the fluctuations in the magic power around him.

This is supposed to be a direct application of magic that can have the effect of intimidating others.

Of course, it can only deter those who are weaker than themselves.

But it certainly gave Scott some inspiration.

He pulled out his notebook on the spot and recorded the inspiration that came to him in an instant.

Roger whispered with some dissatisfaction, "Hey, we're all fighting for you, but you're not in a hurry at all." ”

"It's useless to be in a hurry." Scott smiled and closed his notebook, "Hear what Dumbledore has to say." ”

"Warriors representing the three schools of magic in the Triwizard Tournament must be at least seventeen years old, a rule set by officials from several countries' ministries of magic."

Dumbledore explained aloud to everyone.

Eddie muttered, "Hopefully there's ...... next"

"But ......"

Dumbledore did not disappoint.

As soon as "but" came out, everyone pricked up their ears.

"The Hogwarts student representatives we elect are not limited to the age required by the rules."

He laughs.

"In addition to the necessary warrior candidates, we will also select some students of other ages to be represented in Beauxbatons to communicate with the students of the other two schools of magic."

He clapped his hands.

"How do you choose? Twenty-five students will be selected from Hogwarts to travel to Beauxbatons for the event, and all you have to do is get the approval of the professors. ”

He was quick to say how to get a spot.

"You're going to have to get at least five professors' recommendations and put them in Professor McGonagall's hands. And the first twenty-five students to be recommended were members of the Hogwarts delegation for this Triwizard Tournament! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, all the students stared at the professors in the faculty chair with burning eyes.

Especially the senior students, and even many of them have already started to move.

As for the lower grades, they obviously knew that they had little chance compared to the upper grades, and they all began to lament.

"Oh, the recommendation of the five professors!" Eddie clenched his fists excitedly, "In this way, Scott must be fine, and even I have a chance to go to Beauxbatons to see and see!" ”

"Quiet!"

Professor McGonagall tapped the glass again.

"When it comes to Hogwarts' honor, we'll keep it strictly guarded." She glanced at the students with a stern gaze, "It's not just your knowledge, your morals, and even good manners that need to be considered. ”

Hearing her words, many students sat up straight and showed a "reserved" smile.

Of course, there were also some students who showed "you're kidding" expressions.

At this point, Professor Flitwick spoke, "Don't worry, kids, we've got quite some time to examine you. ”

Professor Sprout said: "We have agreed that we will not sign any of the recommendations until October. ”

Professor Slughorn laughed and said, "Only the best students in our eyes will be honored to represent Hogwarts!" ”

"That's it!" Dumbledore clapped his hands again, "Everything that needs to be explained is done, now, please start enjoying your dinner!" ”

Countless tempting delicacies appeared on the empty long table in an instant, and everyone was already hungry, and at this time they could no longer care about anything else, and began to gobble up.

Of course, there are also some people who take Professor McGonagall's words to heart and deliberately display their good table manners, which is in stark contrast to the "starving ghosts" around them.

Scott didn't show anything out of his way, but ate as naturally as usual, just a little faster.

Roger and Milton are about the same as him.

"Oh, you guys, you're so cunning!"

Eddie, who realized it later, wiped his oily mouth with a napkin, put down the big chicken leg in his hand, and picked up the knife and fork.

He looked around a few times, then said to Scott, "I think Fred and George must have given up." ”

Scott glanced up and saw that Fred and George were not only not reining in, but were intensifying, eating and drinking like two bandits.

Ginny, who was sitting next to them, gave them disgusted glances from time to time.

After meeting Scott's gaze, the two winked at him, and then ran over with the big chicken leg in their hands.

"You've given up?" Scott asked amusedly.

"That's right." Fred nodded as he nibbled on the drumsticks, "You know, nothing can make us good boys. ”

George's expression was even more exaggerated, "We thought about it, even if it is a disguise, we can't hold out for two months, it will definitely kill us!" ”

"But we're not going to miss the Triwizard Tournament, are we?" Fred winked at Scott.

"Over to you, brother."

George reached out and patted Scott's shoulder, and Scott quickly dodged.

"Oh, I see." He said, "If I can be selected for the student delegation, you can broadcast it live at Hogwarts." ”

"Good!"

"We'll get it done!"

Fred and George high-fived each other happily and hurried away.

Immediately after, Eddie's voice of remorse rang out.

"Oh, I wanted to say it from the beginning...... Damn, they preempted it! ”

A few days ago, Scott's roommates had also seen the remote streaming tool he had invented, and had been given a [magic phone] by him.

"Aren't you trying to get a spot on the student delegation?" Milton asked Eddie.

Eddie stared at him for a few seconds before admitting, "Oh, that's just bragging." ”

After dinner, Eddie, a fifth-grader prefect, and his partner go to greet the new students, and the three of them head back to the common room to fill out the course application form.

As sixth graders, they are about to face a completely different education than the previous five years.

Professors call this an improvement class.

The so-called improvement class has a threshold, and each professor has his own criteria for recruiting students.

Scott: They first choose the subjects they want to take, and then the professors will select the best students based on their past grades.

Scott though in. LS got 10 certificates in the exam, but he didn't plan to continue with the 10 subjects.

"I want to have more time to focus on the subjects I'm better at."

Scott said to Roger and Milton.

"I'm going to check Transfiguration, Spells, Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Magic, Arithmetic Divination, and give up Herbs, History of Magic, Astronomy, and Protecting Fantastic Animals."

Roger and Milton also made their choice after thinking about it.

Roger chose Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy, and Protecting Fantastic Beasts.

Milton chose Charms, Potion, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbs, and History of Magic.

The next day, all three of them had their course choices approved by the professors.

At the beginning of the new semester, because of the Triwizard Tournament, the internal atmosphere of Hogwarts has changed.

There are a lot fewer mischievous students, and there are more people who are willing to show themselves in front of the professors and play the elegant guys.

After a while, everyone gradually got used to the course of the two new professors.

Unlike the plot in the "original book", Professor Moody, who teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts class, is a real Moody, and his teaching style is of course different from Barty Crouch Jr.'s pretending "Moody".

He doesn't show the three unforgivable cruelties as Barty Crouch Jr., but he has a wealth of experience as an Auror, and he can impart a lot of useful and practical knowledge to his students from his own experience.

In particular, the Duel Practice Class that accompanied the Defence Against the Dark Arts class also benefited Scott a lot.

Despite being on crutches and lame on one leg, Professor Moody's dueling skills are undoubtedly higher than Sirius and Lupin's.

Even though Moody may not have mastered the spell as much as Professor Flitwick compared to Professor Flitwick, his fighting style is sharper than Professor Flitwick's.

Duel matches and life-and-death struggles are different after all.

In this regard, Professor Flitwick also told Scott, "I am not short of experience in life-and-death struggles, but those experiences are nothing compared to Alasto." ”

Of course, Professor Moody is also too vigilant and always nervous to suspect everything around him.

Especially the descendants of the Death Eaters, who suffered even more because of his watchful eyes.

Oh, and because of the two events of the summer vacation, Scott is also on his list of suspicions.

But Scott didn't show anything unusual about this, but took the class very seriously like all good students, absorbing knowledge and experience from him.

As a while passed, he felt that Moody's suspicion of him seemed to fade a lot.

But he didn't let that give up his vigilance.

Or rather, he didn't plan to do anything underground at Hogwarts.

So all along, he thinks he's getting along well with Professor Moody.

Of course, it can also be unilateral.

Professor Slughorn is completely different from Professor Moody, the old professor has been more popular than Moody since his debut.

Moreover, he was undoubtedly much easier to get along with than his predecessor, Snape, and even Milton would not be nervous about making mistakes in Potions class.

Even many of the students who hated Potions because they hated Snape regained their love for the class.

The most typical is Harry.

Scott had even seen him and Hermione discuss Potions class on several occasions, which would have been impossible before.

Although Professor Slughorn is still popular as a Potions professor and Head of Slytherin, there is something wrong with this old man-

His habit of courting celebrities and co-opting geniuses may have gone deep into his bones.

Although he always noticed and identified students with outstanding talents, giving them preferential treatment.

But as a professor, he is more accustomed to turning a blind eye to mediocre students, and even remembering their names.

It was clear that Professor Slughorn was very warm to Scott, had many cordial conversations with him, and even warmly invited Scott to his office.

Correspondingly, to Scott's friend Milton, Professor Slughorn called him by the wrong name several times.

However, when he realized that Milton's father was Mr. Grevis, who was running for Minister of Magic, he immediately remembered Milton's name and became enthusiastic about him.

This embarrassed Milton.

After a Potions lesson, Professor Slughorn spoke to Milton about his father.

On the way back, Milton couldn't help but say to Scott, "If I were like you, and I was treated favorably by Professor Slughorn because of my talents, then I would be honored." But unfortunately, the reason why he looked at me differently was because of my dad, which only made me feel stressed and confused. ”

Scott could only persuade him, "It's not a bad thing. You can use this to get into Professor Slughorn's circle and make some connections, which may be useful. ”

"Okay." Milton frowned and replied, "I don't like it, but I should work hard for my goals." ”

In his bedroom at night, Scott handed two small mirrors to Milton.

"It's already been made, it's a special pair of [magic phones], similar to the effect of [two-way mirrors], communication is limited to between the two mirrors, and of course, information can be exchanged between them."

"Thank you!"

Milton gratefully took the mirror and tried it out.

"All that's left is to give one side to my dad."

"I think we have to be careful with this process." "There must be a lot of people watching his every move right now," Scott said. ”

"That is, can't you just mail him with an owl?" Milton was a little stumped.

"Leave it to me." Scott took the initiative to take the task, "Only Rimbaud can do this task perfectly." ”

Stopping Milton's excessive gratitude, Scott had Rimbaud send a mirror along with a letter early the next morning.

When Rimbaud returned, he told them, "Mr. Graves has little time to be alone, and he is always with him wherever he does, and I give him things while he is in the toilet." ”

In the afternoon, Milton received a message from Mr. Grevis.

[Don't act rashly, remember.] ］

Milton tried to send a message, but Mr. Graves didn't reply.

"Is he being controlled?" Milton clutched the mirror in his hand.

Scott said, "I'm afraid so, what are you going to do?" ”

Milton took a deep breath and calmed down, "I'm afraid I'll have to do what he tells me for the time being, after all, he's the one who knows his situation best." If I do something rashly, maybe it will do you the opposite. ”

Scott patted him on the shoulder, "Mr. Graves will be fine for the time being, don't forget, the Minister of Magic hasn't been elected yet, and besides, I still have William's line in my hand." ”