Professor Dumbledore had to wave his hand lightly to stop the students' commotion, and then added:

"I know there's a great desire to fight for Hogwarts honor."

"Honestly, if I were your age, I'd be eager to go to this competition."

"Not to mention that the winner of the tournament has a prize of 1,000 gold galleons."

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore had a nostalgic look on his face, and the students below joined in with a friendly laugh.

"What's more, there are always some young wizards who are gifted, far beyond the strength they should have at their age."

"So our six schools of magic, as well as the ministries of magic of each country, negotiated back and forth, and came up with additional rules."

"As long as they pass certain additional audits and sign a magic agreement, young wizards under the age of seventeen can also participate in the selection."

"I can assure you that the kind of audit is set up by me myself, and it is extremely difficult."

"This kind of measure is very necessary." Professor Dumbledore said earnestly,

"After all, the death rate of the Triwizard Tournament in previous years was so high that even the best students in the seventh grade had a high probability of being injured or disabled."

"So I have to take action to make sure that only qualified young wizards can pass the registration."

"That's all I want to say." Professor Dumbledore concluded his speech after dinner,

"In conclusion, delegations from the other five schools will arrive on Halloween in October and spend most of the semester with us."

"I hope you can behave well during this time and don't put Hogwarts to shame."

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands,

"That's all I want to say. Now, let's go back to our bedrooms and enjoy the warmth of our beds! ”

The students stood up and walked out of the foyer.

Harley and Hermione whispered something, then deftly blended into the crowd and quickly vanished.

Hermione stood where she stood for a few seconds, then followed the group back to Gryffindor's tower.

As soon as they walked out of the foyer, Fred and George suddenly crowded over and asked in a loud voice:

"Hermione, where's Harry?"

"She's got something to do, wait until the evening and go back to the dorm." Hermione replied,

"What, are you looking for her?"

"Of course there is." Fred grinned and said, "Actually, I can find you." ”

"You two should be the ones who read the most in the whole Gryffindor, I'm sure I'd like to ask about the original Triwizard Tournament!"

Listening to Fred's words, the Gryffindors walking in the same corridor also unconsciously slowed down.

Everyone knows how much Harley and Hermione read and how much time they spend in the library.

So it's somewhat useful to slow down and listen now.

"That's good." Hermione thought for a moment and memorized most of the information about the Triwizard Tournament from the books she had read.

When they made their way to the Gryffindor common room, they were already surrounded by lion cubs who had come to observe.

Finally, Hermione spread her hands: "That's all there is to the book." ”

"Regarding the specific content of the previous Triwizard Tournament, I can only go to the library to check it slowly."

"I wasn't particularly interested in it at the time, and I only got the general information about the Triwizard Tournament, but I didn't know the specifics."

But this information is enough, and many people have yearning expressions on their faces.

A rare honor once every five years, you have to overcome three difficulties, defeat a strong opponent from a foreign school, and finally lift the trophy under the watchful eye of everyone.

What's more, this year's competition has been fully upgraded, which means that he can show his superb magic skills in front of more people.

What a chance to be in the limelight!

Not to mention the huge bonuses that exceeded a year's salary for an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

It's really yearning!

Looking at Hermione's indifferent expression, George couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Hermione, why do I feel like you're not excited at all about facing the Final Six Tournament?"

"Aren't you going to apply to sign up?"

"At the end of the day, only one person from each school will be able to compete." Ginny on the side suddenly said,

"And all students in the school can sign up for the competition, as long as they pass Professor Dumbledore's review."

"So that means Hallie can sign up too."

Ginny's words were like a basin of ice poured down from the head of the scorching summer of June, and it directly sobered everyone in the common room.

There is only one Champion slot at Hogwarts...... So why should they be warriors?

In the whole of Hogwarts, who can compete for Hallie, who has many honors and extremely high magical strength?

Is it really so easy to get the first-class medal of the Merlin Order?

And Harley wasn't a first-class medal that Harley had earned by donating a huge amount of gold gallons to the Order of Merlin, as some pure-blood nobles did.

She is a real sword, a medal that faces danger head-on.

Others who want to participate ask themselves why they are Hogwarts representatives and warriors!

The cacophony in the common room was gone, and almost everyone looked down in contemplation.

Many of the seventh-graders smiled bitterly.

…………

In the principal's office, Hallie was comfortably tucking into the soft couch and sipping hot cocoa.

Fox pitifully rubbed his head against Harley, but was ruthlessly rejected by Hallie:

"No, Fawkes, no. You are a mature phoenix and should learn to control your desires! ”

"Professor Dumbledore has spoken, and you've stolen all of his honey candy, so you don't even want to eat sweets for the next month."

Fawkes looked annoyed and slouched on Hallie's lap.

Originally, she didn't have much of a sweet tooth, and who asked Professor Dumbledore to always invite him to taste the cockroach pile that was a little disgusting.

As a result, one day during the summer vacation, Professor Dumbledore brought back a jar of honey candy for the first time, and was called out before he could enjoy it.

It turned out that Professor Dumbledore didn't buy many other candies, and most of them were eaten within two days of being bought, and he didn't taste them at all.

So Fawkes was momentarily curious to try what this golden liquid tasted like, and finally he couldn't control it.

Now that I think about it, I regret not being at the beginning! If you had saved a little for the old man at that time, wouldn't you be able to eat all kinds of candy now?

"Fawkes really likes you." Professor Dumbledore also leaned back in his chair, still holding a steaming glass of honey milk in his hand,

"For the Six Wizard Tournament I mentioned tonight, Harley, would you like to participate?"

"Of course." Harley replied with a serious face, "Of course I want to participate." ”

"Fighting for Hogwarts honor is a task that every wizard at Hogwarts should take the initiative to complete."

"What's more, I'm a Gryffindor, and Gryffindor's courage won't allow me to back down!"

"Good!"

Before Professor Dumbledore could speak, the portraits of the old Headmasters on the wall erupted in cheers.

In particular, several old headmasters from Gryffindor were applauding desperately, while shouting loudly,

"Look! Look at it! This is the enlightenment of a Gryffindor! Slytherin OK! Does Hufflepuff have it! Can Ravenclaw! ”

The other old headmasters wanted to kill these old things, or at least tear their mouths apart.

Do you really know how Hallie got to Gryffindor? It's not that Dumbledore, the old slippery head, is in a special situation, so let the Sorting Hat operate in the dark!

Otherwise, Harley wouldn't be able to say where she would go! At least both Slytherin and Ravenclaw have a better probability!

At that time, everyone witnessed the development of things completely!

Now that it's cheap, let's sell it, right, we have to come to a wave of justice execution!

Professor Dumbledore ignored the old men who had begun to quarrel, but looked at Harley with a laughing expression on his face:

"Wouldn't that be a bit too much of a bully for other schools? After all, your current strength is not much worse than that of an old man like me. ”

"If you insist on saying that you are inferior to me, it is probably only insufficient in the accumulation of various magical knowledge."

"Hey, hey." Hallie smiled, without any guilt or embarrassment on her face.

"It's like I'm teaching them a lesson in advance, a lesson called society."

"After leaving the school, they can't always expect to compete only with their contemporaries."

Professor Dumbledore's ten-finger fingertips lifted slightly, and the half-moon lenses reflected a gentle light:

"That's right, then it's up to you, just be lighter when the time comes."

"Presumably, no one in the whole of Hogwarts has ever competed with you, and the warrior of Hogwarts is probably you."

Harley took a sip of the hot cocoa, felt the warm liquid swirling in her stomach, and asked curiously:

"So how are we going to do the selection then? How to select underage wizards? ”

"Shh~!" Professor Dumbledore held up a finger,

"It's not fun to say it now, Hallie, and allow me to keep some secrets."

"That quiz is just a breeze for you anyway."

"Well, I don't think it's too difficult."

Harley placed the unfinished hot cocoa on the table, allowing Fawkes to pounce on her and herself to her feet.

"Professor, I'll go back first. I wish you a good night. ”

Hallie turned and left the principal's office, just in time to run into Professor Moody before heading out.

"Good evening, Professor." Hallie bowed slightly.

Professor Moody replied in a hoarse voice, "Good evening, Miss Potter. ”

But he retracted into his sleeve empty, and seemed to be able to pop his wand out at any moment.

"I won't disturb your conversation with Professor Dumbledore, and I wish you both a good dream." Hallie chuckled as she stepped up the stairs and quickly melted into the darkness.

Moody continued to walk into the room, but the magic eye had already penetrated into its sockets, staring at Harry's distant figure.

He stood still in front of the chaise longue Harley had been sitting on, but he had conjured a hardwood chair with his wand and sat down heavily.

"Good evening, Alasto." Professor Dumbledore took it upon himself to fill up the cup with honey and milk, and made Hallie's cup disappear.

Fox, who had tasted two sips of hot cocoa, looked at the old man dissatisfied, and then returned to the shelf in a huff.

Professor Dumbledore didn't pour Professor Moody a cup of tea, after all, Professor Moody has always been cautious, and basically does not drink tea from others unless it is a special reconnaissance mission.

"Albus, I'm here to warn you of something." Professor Moody said bluntly in a hoarse voice,

"The Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup, and the bastards, the rioting mongrels."

"I don't believe those cockroaches are really like the lame reasons the Ministry of Magic came up with, most of them were just drunk and bewitched by a handful of dark wizards."

"It's not hard for anyone with a brain to see that this is clearly a Death Eater riot! They're announcing that Voldemort isn't dead! ”

As he spoke, Professor Moody slammed the table angrily, as if wishing he could appear in front of the acquitted wizards right now and cast a curse on one of them.

"Alasto, I think you should learn to get used to these things."

Professor Dumbledore took a sip of honey milk, enjoying the sweetness of the honey exploding on his taste buds,

"It's the Ministry of Magic, after all, and it's about politics, not magic. This is one of the important reasons why I have always been reluctant to accept the Minister of Magic. ”

The anger on Professor Moody's face had vanished, and he had become serious again.

"I know what those corpse vegetarian guys will do, after all, the cockroaches give enough gold gallons."

"I just wanted to remind you that we need to be mindful of the safety of Hogwarts."

"During the next Six Tournament, there will be two Death Eaters at Hogwarts at the same time."

"And this period will be the weakest moment for Hogwarts, after all, there are five school outsiders who have entered the confines of Hogwarts, and these are all uncontrollable factors."

Professor Dumbledore's voice was calm, "Alasto, I find Severus to be credible. ”

"Although he was once a Death Eater, Severus left Voldemort's evil cause before Voldemort's fall to gather intelligence for us."

"While I can't show you some of the evidence directly, I do trust Severus."

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(Thanks to the "Nine-Tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!) ）

(ps. read the comments there and suddenly found a question, who made this magic eye exactly?) Even the Deathly Hallows-level invisibility cloak can see through it! It couldn't have been Dumbledore who asked Nicol to help build it. ）

(Also, it was mentioned yesterday that Moody's can see through the invisibility cloak, and definitely through the students' clothes.) Well...... Even if he has a very high moral level, and the protagonist's power can protect himself and his friends. Besides, I really can't think of such an old Auror, who has never married all his life and dedicated his life to the wizarding world, to do such an act. ）

(End of chapter)