Normally, everyone would applaud a new teacher when they meet them, but now no teacher or student applauds except Dumbledore and Hagrid. Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped their hands a few times, and when they noticed that the applause was lonely echoing in the silent Great Hall, they lowered their hands in amusement. The others seemed stunned by Moody's strange appearance and stared at him intently.

"I remember Moody wasn't an old immortal? Bai Lang muttered, "Cow dung and cow urine cure all diseases, and life is boundless." Harry and Ron on the other side had a different opinion on this - Ron knew that this was a legendary Auror, Harry didn't. Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I said," he said, smiling as he looked at the crowd of students in front of him, who were still staring blankly at Mad-Eye Moody, "in the coming months, we will be honored to host a wonderful event that has not been held for more than a century." I'm pleased to report that Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year. ”

And so the hall exploded, and almost all of the students, those who had come from the wizarding world, were in a stir, as if Harry, who had grown up in the Muggle world, had no idea what the hell the event was about.

A kind-hearted Dumbledore began to explain, "The Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago and is a kind of friendship competition between the three largest schools of magic and wizardry in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selects a champion, and then three warriors compete in three magical projects. Held every five years, the Triwizard Tournament is hosted by three schools in turn, and it is agreed that it is a great way for young wizards from different countries to forge friendships - but the Triwizard Tournament is interrupted when the death toll is so high. ”

"Over the centuries, people have tried to revive the tournament several times," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic, believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We've done a lot of work this summer to make sure every warrior doesn't put their lives in danger. Dumbledore said that Hermione was nervous when she heard that someone had died, and that Harry, like the White Wave, had no interest in someone who had died more than a hundred years ago.

"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will come with their carefully selected contenders, and the ceremony to select the champions will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Triumph Cup, win honours for their school, and personally receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons. Bai Lang pursed his lips, it's just a thousand Galleons...... However, when he heard the number, "I'm going to participate!" Fred Weasley roared.

"I know you're all eager to win Triwizard trophies for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that there is an age limit for this year's contenders. Only students who are at least seventeen years of age – that is, over seventeen years of age – are allowed to enroll for consideration. We thought, "He took a few looks at the Weasley-like guys, and this was necessary, because the tournament was still a tough and dangerous event, and no matter how much precaution we took, it was impossible for students in 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. ”

"Therefore, if you are under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste your time in making your application. In Dumbledore's words, Bai Lang heard the evil meaning, it was the attitude of an old bastard to watch a good show—as if to say, "Just cheat, friends, let me see how many ways you can cheat!"

"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations will arrive in October and will spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will all be warm and friendly during our foreign dignitaries here, and that you will wholeheartedly support Hogwarts Warriors once they are chosen. Well, it's not early, and it's important that you walk into class tomorrow morning feeling refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed!

White Wave was in the lead, leaving the hall while the Weasley brothers were still indignant, when Hermione was still worried about the dead, and when Ron was still dazed by a thousand gold Galleons.

The course of the new semester is the same as in the past, but the magic plants and magical creatures he came into contact with are a little more disgusting, and Bai Lang thinks that the so-called fried tail snail that Hagrid made is too foul, and it is hard to believe that Hagrid would actually raise this. Of course, the divination study was still mixed up, and it wasn't until the evening dinner queue that Malfoy began to provoke Ron Weasley with the Daily Prophet once again that it became interesting.

White Wave held his wand and grinned as he stood to the side watching the clash between the young wizards - Harry joined in, and the two quickly descended to the level of greeting each other's mothers. Malfoy, who seemed to be the one who couldn't help it, fired the spell at Harry as he turned around - but it missed. "This person's craftsmanship is really bad, he can shoot at such a close distance?" Bai Lang commented.

Zabini was a little worried, "Oh, it's okay. Malfoy: I don't think he's going to use an unforgivable spell. "Besides, we have a professor, don't we?" and with a deep voice, Malfoy turned into a ferret, shivering and lying on the ground.

There was a terrible silence in the foyer. Except for Moody's, no one dared to move. Moody turned his face to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other was burrowing into his head. "Did he hurt you?" Moody asked, his voice low and hoarse. He then began torturing the hapless Malfoy Stoat, making him fly up and down - all of which didn't stop until Professor McGonagall arrived.

"Hey, it's a Death Eater. Bai Lang uttered silent words, this imposter Moody was indeed a Death Eater from the inside out—with a special interest in torturing people. All the Gryffindor students were reminiscing about Malfoy's experience and having fun, and of course Malfoy's vague "Tell Daddy" at the end was a lot of fun.

It wasn't until Thursday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Bai Lang met the professor again - before Ron and Harry had been overwhelmed by the lessons the senior students had been talking about. Sure enough, although this is a Death Eater inside, it is not sure that Harry and they have met a wizard who really taught them how to defend against the dark arts, except for Lupin, who is not painful or itchy, I am afraid that only this one can be called a real defense of the dark arts professor.

He came up and asked the students to say those unforgivable spells......