"It is with great pleasure that I announce that this year at Hogwarts"

At that moment, there was a deafening thunderclap, and the door to the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak.

All the little wizards in the auditorium subconsciously turned their heads to look at the stranger, and a fork of lightning streaked across the ceiling, and everyone gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face vividly, a very terrifying face.

Beneath the gray hair, the face seemed to have been carved out of a piece of decaying wood, and the carver had only a vague idea of what a human face should look like, and he was not very good at using a carving knife.

Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a large, crooked mouth, his nose was missing, and one of his legs was missing.

The left hand is also missing.

And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny, while the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue.

The blue eye moved unblinking, up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye.

Later, the blue eye rolled and burrowed into the man's head, and everyone could only see a large white eyeball.

"Mad-Eye Moody!" Hannah cried out.

"What's wrong with him? Last year—"

As she spoke, Hannah stopped.

Because she suddenly remembered a message published in the Daily Prophet at the end of last semester.

The Ministry of Magic won a great victory against the Death Eaters.

They succeeded in driving all the Dark Wizards out of England or catching them outright.

She had never imagined what a bloody battle it would be, and now, through Moody's missing hand, she had a glimpse of it.

The little witch couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She looked at Owen unconsciously, her eyes a little wandering.

Moody walked over to Dumbledore. He held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something.

It was as if he was asking Moody about something.

Moody shook his head without a smile and replied in a low voice.

Dumbledore nodded in response, motioning for him to sit in an empty seat to his right.

Turning, he sat down and shook his head. Shaking the long gray hair away from his face, he pulled a plate of sausages over and raised it to his mutilated nose and sniffed it. He took 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 blue eye still kept rolling around in its sockets, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore happily breaking the silence," Professor Moody. ”

This time, it's different from the original.

The little wizards burst into applause.

Admittedly, Moody was a bit eccentric, both in terms of his cautious personality and mutilated body.

However, after the Battle of Hogsmeade, the young wizard saw the injured Moody being carried into the school infirmary.

For whom was he injured?

This goes without saying.

The young children still have a sincere heart.

The applause was thunderous, which made Moody's face change slightly, and the only eye showed calm, and the magic eye no longer looked around.

"Dumbledore personally invited him." Owen explained to the two people on the side, "That's a strong man. ”

"But he's no longer fit for the position of Auror, and if he continues to do it, he'll have to lose his life sooner or later."

"No one can touch him, not even Barty Crouch." He looked at Moody, who was sitting on the faculty member. "Dumbledore took the young wizard out of the Ministry of Magic on the grounds that he needed some Auror training in times of danger."

"Actually, this is also protecting him in disguise."

"Protect him?" Justin asked, puzzled.

Owen gave him a blank look, this thing really doesn't read books or newspapers, eats more snacks and doesn't sleep, and the only magic he learns is Hannah pulling him along, otherwise he wouldn't take the initiative to learn spells from himself.

"Half of the Dark Wizards in Azkaban were sent in by him, and you guess the Death Eaters who are still out there will trouble him?"

"This" Justin was silent.

Owen, on the other hand, drew his gaze back to Moody.

He looked closely.

Hopefully something different can be seen from Moody's.

Yes - the wheels of history have gone elsewhere, and Owen can't tell if the real Moody is the real one in front of him, or if someone else is pretending.

Judging from his brief contact, the Moody in front of him was almost the same as the one he knew, but—

After all, Barty Crouch Jr.'s acting skills can fool Dumbledore

Maybe he didn't — but at least he did, so Owen couldn't be sure who was sitting on the podium.

He may or may not be, or he may be in a superposition of yes and no, as long as he does not debunk him.

"Alright, let's get back to the topic!"

While Owen pondered.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and smiled as he looked at the many students in front of him, although most of the young wizards were still focused on Mad-Eye Moody, "In the next few months of this year, we will be honored to host a wonderful event that has not been held in many centuries. I'm pleased to report that Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year. ”

"Oh my God, I heard you right!"

"You're kidding!" The little wizards boiled over in an instant.

Fred and George stood up directly and questioned Dumbledore loudly.

Maybe Harry didn't know what the Triwizard Tournament was, but the young wizards who had lived in the wizarding world since they were children had heard of it.

In the past, when the three major European colleges were still in contact, the Triwizard Tournament would be held alternately in the three colleges every four years.

It is known as the highest achievement that a young wizard can achieve.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley!" Dumbledore looked at the Twins, "But since you're joking. I heard a funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix, and a leprechaun, all of whom went into the same tavern."

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh - that's probably not the right thing to say now. Not quite suitable. Dumbledore said, "Where did I just go?" ”

"Ah, yes, Triwizard Tournament. Yes, some of you don't know what this tournament is all about, so I hope those of you who know the situation will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I'll allow their minds to wander away for a while. ”

He then slowly explained: "As we all know, the Triwizard Tournament is a kind of friendship competition between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrand, the three largest schools of magic and wizardry in Europe, it is a very good platform to showcase and help young wizards from different countries to build friendships, which has become a tradition in the past, but later, the death toll was so high that the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted. ”

"The death toll?" Hannah's eyelids twitched, and her brow furrowed slightly.

She had heard of the competition.

It is indeed fraught with danger.

There have even been cases where all the warriors died.

That's why the contest is no longer held.

Death is a very sensitive thing for her these days.

However, most of the young wizards did not show any concern. Many people excitedly exchanged heads.

Everyone was anxious to hear the specifics of the Triwizard Tournament and seemed uninterested in those who died hundreds of years ago.

"There have been several attempts to revive the tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful, but we, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports, at the Ministry of Magic, believe that the time is ripe. We've done a lot of work this summer to make sure every warrior doesn't put their lives in danger. ”

Dumbledore's voice floated through the Great Hall.

The little wizards each showed a look of fascination, looking forward to it.

But if anyone was different—it was Hermione besides Owen.

Miss Granger frowned, confused.

She looked at the principal on the rostrum with a very blank expression.

And the reason why she showed such an expression was very simple.

That is, at this time, this so-called 'timing' is definitely not 'ripe'.

The fact that Voldemort has returned is well known.

English wizards were scared a few months ago!

At this time, a tournament of the three major wizarding schools in Europe is held, and what if the Death Eaters take the opportunity to attack the castle?

What if Voldemort had a plot?

If wizards from other schools had an accident at Hogwarts, it would be a huge reputational damage to both Hogwarts and the United Kingdom!

Hogwarts, which has been famous for thousands of years, may be in a state of collapse.

She really couldn't understand why Headmaster Dumbledore would hold such a grand match at such a dangerous time.

Thinking about it, she unconsciously tilted her head, and her eyes seemed to be attracted by some kind of gravitational attraction to the boy who was leaning on the table, supporting her cheek with her left hand, one foot in the stool and the other outside, looking directly at the boy on the rostrum.

The candle flame on the ceiling reflected the boy's face.

It added a healthy touch of wheat to his fair cheeks.

Owen seemed to notice a different kind of gaze.

Turning his head, he met Miss Granger's eyes.

Just for a second.

The other party hurriedly turned his head and looked away with an unnatural expression.

Then—Dumbledore's voice rang out.

"In October, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, yes, there will be four schools of witchcraft and wizardry in this tournament, which is the first - and possibly a new tradition in the future, so - the name of the Triwizard Tournament may be changed, well- the Four Wizard Tournament?

Maybe in the near future more and more magic schools will get involved, well- maybe I should go to South America or Africa or Asia and invite their magic academies to get involved, oh - what will it be called? The Final Five? The top six? The top seven? Top 11?

Well, it's better to call it the World School of Magic Tournament, it sounds very exciting! ”

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall's heavy cough interrupted Dumbledore's fantasy once more.

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall with some apprehension, then turned the subject back to continue, "The ceremony to select the champions will take place on Halloween.

An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete in the Top 3-4 Cup, win honours for their school, and receive a prize of 3,000 Galleons for individuals.

This would be a great honour for individuals, the College and the School, and I hope you will be aware of that. ”

"I want to participate!" As soon as Dumbledore's words fell, Owen immediately stood up.

"For the sake of three thousand Galleons - ah-bah - for the honor of Hogwarts, I will go forward on behalf of the school, believe me, it will be easy to win the championship!"

Originally, after Dumbledore introduced the tournament, in the entire auditorium, the whispering of the little wizards did not stop, and everyone was excited to talk to the people around them, maybe they could also become the warriors representing Hogwarts?

But after Owen got up, most of the little wizards stopped the noise.

Everyone looked up at Owen.

Indeed—though the fake Hufflepuff was ruthless, insidious, cunning, small-bellied, retributive, perverse, and money-hungry.

But in terms of the level of duel, he is the best in all of Hogwarts.

After all, this guy can be the subject of Professor Flitwick's dueling drill in his second year.

A year later, no one knows the limits of his strength.

Anyway - there are Hufflepuff wizards who brag that Owen is already the strongest wizard at Hogwarts other than Dumbledore.

Now I see Owen coming out.

Although the other houses except Hufflepuff were a little unhappy, after all, the Hogwarts warriors did not come from their own house, but they did not disagree - probably not daring.

"I know you—you're all hungry to win Triwizard trophies for Hogwarts." Dumbledore said calmly, "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that there should be an age limit for this year's contenders.

Only students who are at least seventeen years old, that is, over seventeen years old, are allowed to register for consideration. We think."

He raised his voice, "I want you to understand that this measure is necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, and no matter how many 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. ”

"And—" As he spoke, his eyes fell from the Gryffindor table to Owen's.

His words before were aimed at ordinary little wizards.

Because he was confident that no young wizard could break through the age-checking spell he had set. But Owen is different, he may really have a way to break his spell.

"I'm here to announce that our Hogwarts Student Council President, Mr. Owen Sanchez of Hufflepuff House, will be excluded from this selection, so—" His blue eyes flashed meaningfully, "you don't try to apply. ”

Yes, that's what Dumbledore came up with.

As we all know, the Champions of the Tournament are chosen like a Goblet of Fire.

And the old headmaster's solution is to just remove Owen's name from the Goblet of Fire - you're expelled (funny)

So, no matter how Owen tries to throw his name into the Goblet of Fire, it won't choose Owen.

Because in the eyes of the Goblet of Fire, there is no such person in Hogwarts at all!

"I protest against !!"

On Hufflepuff's side, Owen banged the long table with a loud bang.

"This is oppression, this is discrimination, this is rape of young wizards under the age of seventeen, including me! The Professor does not have the right to make decisions for the young wizards. With every word Owen spoke, he slammed his hand on the long table.

Plates and goblets rise and fall, colliding with the table with a noisy, chaotic sound.

He spread his arms, stepped on the chair of the long table, and raised his arms and shouted, "Don't we even have the right to control our own lives?"

Does Hogwarts want to take away even the most basic of human rights?

Can you be more greedy?

Oh - Merlin!

If I had been born in chains, and I had grown up in prison, my hands bound with hemp rope and my feet bound with chains! If we are not born free, then at least we have the right to choose death! ”

"That's right!" Fred jumped up, "We want to be free!" Let's not be shackled! ”

George also shouted: "Be free!" Don't be shackled! ”

"Be free! Don't be shackled! ”

The Gryffindors took the lead in the commotion.

"What is a warrior? It's just a qualification to participate in the competition, and now, I'm going to use my abilities to give the young wizard such a qualification. Owen said angrily.

Each of his sentences was louder than the previous one.

"Can't compete under the age of seventeen?" His eyes were now hot.

Eyes swept over each professor on the podium.

"Just an outdated and unreasonable rule. I'm going to challenge that! This may be what I, we should be doing now! ”

He became more and more agitated.

It was as if there were thousands of candles in the auditorium at this moment, and the lights were all on him.

The little wizard beside him raised his head, and the eyes that fell on him were all admiration and excitement.

and love.

"Say what is dangerous, what say is difficult!" Owen looked at his classmates around him, "They will only be infinitely demanding, exaggerating the mistakes that adult wizards can make." It is also to blame that we do not listen to dissuasion and are blindly reckless.

Students!

We cannot be manipulated by such morality, let alone become a tool for them to perfect their virtues. This is often more terrible than obeying their orders! ”

"Unite and fight for your rights! To bravely overcome obstacles and win the crown of being born as a human being.

When the ancient castle of Hogwarts bears the flowers of freedom, when the castle is no longer oppressed, when blood and fire turn into swords to cut off the thrones of the evil authorities, the flowers of freedom will spread from our tombstones to the untouchable sky. ”

I'm so good at it, hehe!

(End of chapter)