Dumbledore hesitantly reached out and shook Moody's hand, then motioned for him to sit in the empty seat.

He introduced to the crowd, "Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Moody's."

The scene was a little cold, and no one applauded.

Moody's appearance is very "eye-catching", the clothes on his body look embarrassed but make people feel fierce, and the fake eye that constantly scans everyone makes people dare not look at each other.

His expression was like a warning to everyone that I was not to be messed with.

Sitting in the empty seat, he picked up a sausage and ate a few bites, his prosthetic eyes looking like they were scanning randomly, but they were actually aiming at Harry all the time.

After eating the sausage, he seemed to choke, took out the flask, took a sip, and continued to eat.

The Knicks had been waiting for him to make this move, and he didn't feel right when he came in, and Moody's temperament changed.

Although Moody at the Quidditch World Cup also looked powerful, he did not have this sense of oppression, and it felt that Moody was more alert at that time, and he would send out a thunderous blow at the slightest disturbance.

Moody's now feels calm and oppressive. Like a teacher more than an Auror.

Harry asked, "What do you say, what did he drink?"

"Potions." Nix replied.

"I don't know." Hermione said.

"It's wine." Ron spoke at about the same time as the two of them, and when he heard Nix's words, he retorted, "How could it be a potion, didn't you see it was a wine bottle?"

The Knicks didn't argue, knowing in their hearts that it wasn't the real Moody, it was Barty Crouch Jr., and the polyjuice potion was in the bottle.

He hesitated to debunk it at this point, as long as he said that Moody was fake. Barty Crouch Jr. went on a rampage and killed a few people at most, and Voldemort's resurrection was no play.

After thinking about it for a while, Knicks suddenly realized that something was wrong, the idea was too rushed, and there was a strong smell of madness in it.

scolded in his heart, those two guys still don't stop.

If he really debunked Barty Crouch Jr., the person who died was probably him, how could Barty Crouch Jr. let go of the person who exposed his identity, holding a grudge and gnawing a big melon is for sure.

If there was anyone who could draw this hatred away, it was Harry, and Harry sat beside him.

It's impossible to tell what kind of spell will come and who it will hit at you.

Voldemort's resurrection may not fail, without Barty Crouch Jr. and others, changing someone to secretly execute the Knicks will lose the advantage, and the enemy will turn from the light to the shadows, becoming his thousand-day defense thief. It's better to let Barty Crouch Jr. go, at least knowing that he is an enemy and dealing with it carefully.

Dumbledore on stage continued, "As I said, in the coming months we are honoured to host a wonderful event that has not been held in a century. I'm happy to report that Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding." Fred shouted.

Not only Fred was shocked, but the Great Hall was instantly turned into a vegetable market after Dumbledore's announcement, muffling out the thunder from the rooftop.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore began to talk a lot, not forbidding the young wizards below to discuss, and said with a smile, "Speaking of jokes, I came up with an interesting one that said that it was a troll, a dominatrix, and a leprechaun, and they entered the ......."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, reminding Dumbledore that he was off topic.

"Oh, yes, yes. It's not appropriate to say that now, where are we?"

The Knicks really wanted Dumbledore to finish the joke, and the half-told joke was uncomfortable. He complained to Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore explains the origins and rules of the Triwizard Tournament on stage. The burst prize is 1,000 gold Galleons.

He reminded everyone that participating in the Triwizard Tournament is life-threatening, and in order to ensure the safety of the young wizard, you must be at least seventeen years old to participate in the Triwizard Tournament this year.

There is also the October cloth

Sparton and Durmstrang arrived, and he hoped that the students would be warmly welcomed.

Inform that the ceremony to select the warriors takes place on Halloween, and there will be an impartial referee who decides who is eligible to participate.

The little wizard below was already making a fuss at this time.

The temptation of a thousand gold galleons was too great, and the requirement to participate was seventeen years old, which made most of the young wizards excluded, and the young wizards who could not participate were very dissatisfied.

Fred and George had the most trouble, but it didn't work, and the prefects began to suppress everyone and let them go back to bed, and the dinner was over.

Under the suppression of the prefect, everyone went back.

Back in the common room, Harry and Ron are excited, and the winner has a thousand gold Galleons, which is a considerable fortune even for Harry.

Ron knew he had no hope of getting his hands on it, but that didn't stop him from visioning what he could buy with the money. After a while, he suddenly realized a problem.

"Harry, dress! The dress is used for ......."

Ron couldn't go any further, thinking of his dress, which Draco Malfoy ridiculed as an antique, and complained in his heart.

Harry also remembered Ron's gown, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in sympathy, his gown was normal, not an antique.

Neville sat down next to the Knicks and said, "Knicks, you can get a prize if you play."

"Neville, my brother isn't old enough." Tifa reminded.

Knicks interrupted, "Don't think about it, even if I was seventeen, I wouldn't go."

"Why?"

Not only was Neville puzzled, but neither did Tifa, and the others around him were waiting for Knicks to answer.

Only Ron scoffed, believing it to be a sign of cowardice.

"Didn't you hear Headmaster Dumbledore? Triwizard Tournament is deadly! It's going to die! Dead!" Nix emphasized.

Everyone saw the warrior who won the victory, saw him get honors, he got money, but forgot about the other contestants who died on the way. No one can be sure that he's the one who won the game, and the Knicks can be sure that the probability of him dying when he competes is 100 percent.

Not to mention that the final trophy is a portkey, leading to Voldemort's lair, let's just say that the dragon fighting in the first level is enough to kill, don't look at Hagrid raising a small dragon, I think the dragon is not very powerful. Dragons are very dangerous creatures for wizards who have not yet graduated. Even an adult wizard can die under the dragon's mouth if he is not careful, and the Knicks don't want to turn into dragon dung.

Tifa quieted down, reminded by her brother of the Triwizard Tournament in the library. Not every time the winner is a Hogwarts student, and almost every time someone dies, and the few events that don't die are because the participants give up.

The people around heard Knicks' answer and had only one thought in their hearts.