“…… I'm sorry to inform you that there will be no Quidditch tournaments this year. ”

When Dumbledore made the announcement, almost all Quidditch players and students who enjoyed the sport grew up with their eyes wide open, and they simply couldn't believe it was true.

"This year we have a big event to be held, which starts in October and continues throughout the semester, which takes up a lot of time and energy from teachers." Dumbledore seemed pleased with the students' reactions, and continued, "I'm very happy to report that this year there will be an event at Hogwarts that hasn't been held in over a century, the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Really!"

"Unbelievable!"

"You're kidding!"

As soon as Dumbledore's words ended, the young wizards began to talk loudly, and they were gossiping, and the whole Great Hall was in an uproar. Dumbledore looked at the students below with a smile, as if pleased with their reactions.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the door to the auditorium was pushed open, and everyone's attention was focused on the man who appeared in the doorway. Armed with a long cane and a black cloak, he walked straight to Dumbledore.

His face was covered with scars, his nose seemed to be half gone, and one pair of eyes was normal, while the other was noticeably larger, and he was turning around dishonestly.

After shaking Dumbledore's hand and whispering a few words, he walked over to the empty seat in the professorship. Carefully picked up the food in front of him and sniffed it, took out a knife from his pocket, took a small bite, and then untied the small wine jug around his waist, unscrewed it and took a sip.

During this time, the blue eyes were still spinning up and down, left and right, constantly scanning the stunned group of students below.

"This year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Moody." Dumbledore broke the silence and took the lead in applauding, but unfortunately there was no applause except for Hybel.

"Ahem......" coughed dryly, Dumbledore then introduced the history of the Triwizard Tournament, the registration and competition process, and emphasized, "Only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register, which is the age limit agreed by the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic. ”

"It's a pity, if it weren't for this restriction...... Stuart turned his head to look at Ike, as did Terry on the side.

"Say what you want." Ike was a little helpless.

"I didn't want to say anything, I just thought it was a pity." Stewart smiled and turned away.

Ike smiled and shook his head, returning his attention to the lemon tea in front of him, he always felt that tonight's lemon tea was exceptionally delicious.

“…… Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed! So that you can walk into class tomorrow morning in good spirits and clear minds! ”

With that, Dumbledore sat down and chatted with Mad-Eye Moody on the side, and the students all stood up and walked out of the Great Hall.

Ike and Hermione made their way to the second floor, and Professor McGonagall had already told them to wait for her in her office after dinner.

She waited a little at the door before Professor McGonagall returned. beckoned the two of them in, took out the very familiar box, and handed them the two time turners.

"You all know the rules, so I won't repeat them." "But be extra careful this year, because because of the Triwizard Tournament, not only Hogwarts students but also Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students will be studying with us from October onwards. ”

"I think you must have also noticed that this year's class schedule is very tight, and everything is based on the Triwizard Competition."

"So, be careful."

"We see, Professor McGonagall." Ike put away the time turner and happily agreed.

"It's not enough to know, Mr. Stred." Professor McGonagall stared at Ike solemnly and said.

Ike scratched his head a little unnaturally, then nodded again.

"There's one more thing I think you need to know." "Beauxbatons and Durmstrang borrowed some of the abandoned classrooms on the fifth floor, and they had some of their own 'unique' lessons to use. ”

"What if...... I mean, if you have 'free' time, you can go and sit in and listen, and they won't say no. ”

"Of course, there may also be students from both schools in the classroom at Hogwarts, so ......"

"Rest assured, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded.

"We understand." Ike chimed in.

"I don't actually approve of the Triwizard Tournament, but it's being promoted by the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore agrees with it." Professor McGonagall sighed, "Don't take it lightly. ”

Ike and Hermione agreed in unison, and Professor McGonagall let them go. But before he could reach the door, he was stopped: "There is one more thing ......"

"As you've probably heard, there are all sorts of clubs at Hogwarts, all run by professors."

"Like me, I have a Transfiguration Club, and now I want to invite the two of you to participate."

"We do!"

Professor McGonagall smiled with satisfaction and took out two pieces of paper and handed them to the two of them.

"The time and place of each club meeting will appear on it, so don't lose it." After they were both put away, he continued, "Wait a minute, you still need to go to Professor Flitwick's, he has a little surprise for you......"

"Also, Mr. Stredder, you need to go to Professor Snape."

"Charms and Potions?" Ike asked, but Professor McGonagall didn't answer, just smiled and kicked the two out.

Leaving Professor McGonagall's office, the two of them made their way to Professor Flitwick's office. As expected, it turned out to be an invitation to the Charms Club. The two of them had no possibility of refusing, so they simply agreed.

This time, the two were separated, and Ike had to make the long journey to the basement to find Professor Snape, but he still got Hermione to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

"Why did you get an invitation to the Potions Club?" Next to the portrait of the fat lady, Hermione asked under the sudden trend of wanting to win.

"It could be something else." Ike replied with a smile.

"What else could it be!" Hermione stretched out her sinful little hand again, only letting go of Ike after his expression begged for mercy.

"Well, be careful, Snape......"

"It's okay, I go to him often." Ike said, making a prank mess of Hermione's hair, and running away before she could react.

Hermione was left in place, impotent and furious, stamping her feet in anger.

Ike slipped away so fast that he had long since disappeared into the hallway.