Halfway through the feast, Hogwarts welcomed two guests again, two from the Ministry of Magic, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic, and the other surprised everyone.

"Father?"

Draco looked at the man in the teacher's seat in Ministry of Magic costume for a moment.

It was none other than Draco's father, Lucius.

As a commissioner for the Ministry of Magic, he and Ludo Bagman came together for the three major academies.

"He didn't talk to me about it."

Draco looked at his father and frowned slightly.

This is not normal.

He was going to find a time to ask his father.

Towards the end of the feast, Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke, drawing attention to himself, "I have something important to announce. ”

"I think everybody has heard something more or less before this."

"Yes, the legendary Triwizard Tournament, which has been suspended for centuries, will officially resume this year."

Although everyone had speculated for a long time, after Dumbledore's official announcement, the young wizards still started the discussion with excitement on their faces.

"Each of the three schools of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons will choose a Warrior."

"Once selected, it means that you are going to be alone, which is quite a dangerous thing, so please participate carefully." Dumbledore emphasized, serious.

For Dumbledore's words, many young wizards are no longer in the mood to listen to it, they just want to sign up now, and then make a good show.

Lucius, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, then announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament, a total of three competitions, the highest score will win, in order to minimize the accident rate, wizards under the age of seventeen cannot register.

The little wizards expressed their dissatisfaction with this rule and received a boo.

Age is never a sign of a wizard's strength.

Look at the famous Mr. Potter, who killed the Dark Lord as a baby, but he is not yet seventeen years old.

Isn't this a problem for Mr. Porter?

As if anticipating this would be the case, Dumbledore had Filch take out the Goblet of Fire, a large, rough-cut goblet made of wood mixed with glass, the cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was full of blue-and-white flames.

Flames are no ordinary flames

Dudley used the Data Magic Eye to see that there was a contract in it.

The Goblet of Fire is indeed a Cup of Contracts, and the so-called Triwizard Tournament is actually registered through the Goblet of Fire.

Once a contract is made, it cannot be violated, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.

Dumbledore used his wand to draw a circle around the Goblet of Fire, and the white lines were very striking.

"It's an age line that no one under the age of 17 can cross."

"Of course, if you can cross that line and successfully drop the parchment with your name written on it into the cup, then you will also be considered successful."

In this way, it is not considered the prescribed age of death, as long as you have the ability to sign up successfully, you will be considered to have passed.

"From today until this Thursday, the Goblet of Fire will be placed here, waiting for everyone to sign up."

As soon as this sentence came out, many little wizards glanced at each other, and their thoughts that they shouldn't have come alive again.

It's so much fun to represent Hogwarts.

The reward for the winner of the Key Triwizard Tournament is a full thousand Galleons.

Seeing Dumbledore, Lucius, Bagman, and the headmasters of the other two schools leave, many young wizards began to be eager to try at this time.

"People who have a fluke mentality don't have to think about it."

"The last Triwizard Tournament was terminated due to the high number of deaths, in other words. There is no need to sign up until you are ready to face death. ”

Dudley kindly reminded him that his words poured down like a basin of cold water, dousing the fiery hearts of many young wizards.

Glory is important, but life is not as important.

"Karkaroff."

Just as Karkaroff was about to take Durmstrang's students back to the ship to rest, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and it seemed to be full of anger.

Karkaroff turned sharply, and the next moment his face turned pale, and he showed a terrible expression of resentment and fear.

Directly in front of him, Moody was staring at him with his magic eye.

"It's you!"

Karkaroff gritted his teeth and stared at Moody hatefully, his eyes as if they were able to shoot flames with such force that they seemed to crush a mouth full of teeth.

"It's me!" Moody glared back without showing weakness: "See you again, Karkaroff." ”

"The last time we met was more than ten years ago, oh, like it happened yesterday."

Moody's tone was like that of an old friend, except that Karkaroff didn't think so.

Sure enough, Moody turned around and looked at Karkaroff mockingly: "Throw you into Azkaban like a dead dog." ”

Karkaroff was captured by Moody for six months. For this former Auror who captured himself, a deep shadow was left in Karkaroff's heart.

Moody glanced at Karkaroff's clenched fists and snorted disdainfully.

"From now on, I'm going to keep looking at you, staring at you, watching you all the time. I know, you've always been in touch with those dark wizards, hehe, if you make any small moves, I'll get you back to Azkaban, I promise. ”

Moody pressed in, and Karkaroff hurriedly retreated until his back was pressed against the wall and there was no way back.

"I can catch you once, I can catch you twice."

"That's where you should be, with darkness all day long, nothing but despair."

Moody said solemnly.

"I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you!" Karkaroff shouted at Moody, but his tone didn't sound confident.

He had personally learned Moody's strength, and he was no match at all, even if it was an old wizard who was lame and blind, he still didn't have much certainty.

Although wizards are not more powerful as they get older, they are once the elite of the Aurors, and even if they are old now, they are certainly not weak.

Behind Karkaroff, the students of Durmstrang looked at each other, and it was the first time they had seen their headmaster so embarrassed.

"Oh, yes, huh," Moody said nondeniably, smiling meaningfully at Karkaroff and walking away from him on crutches.

It wasn't until Moody's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Karkaroff let out a long sigh of relief, and then glared at the other party's vanished location with a twisted face.

'This haunting old dog! ’

(End of chapter)