Chapter 449 449.3 News of the Strong Tournament
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 449. News of the Triwizard Tournament
On the train to Hogwarts, Scott, who perfunctorily finished his prefect inspection, returned to the compartment where his roommates were.
"What were you talking about just now?"
He took the vacant seat next to Milton.
"We're talking about our summer vacation," Milton replied.
"I thought it was said before."
Scott smiled and patted Milton on the shoulder.
"Need I once again welcome you back to Hogwarts instead of dropping out?"
"It's Eddie talking about it." Roger yawned boredly, "He's told his summer vacation in America several times, but every time he can tell a different version. "
Milton also laughed, "Take it as boring listening to stories."
"Hey!" Eddie, who was ridiculed, screamed in dissatisfaction.
Roger ignored him.
"I'm still regretting the World Cup final I missed."
He looked like he couldn't get excited about anything.
Three days ago, the failed Quidditch World Cup final was moved to Iceland. Due to the hasty decision and previous accidents, there were not many spectators in this originally highly anticipated match.
Everyone only knows that the Irish and Bulgarian players played the entire game on a temporary court built in the wilderness. The Bulgarian Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, and Ireland won the final championship.
"It should be the Irish players and the Bulgarian Seekers who are more upset than you." Scott said to Roger, "It was their highlight moment, but there were not many people cheering for them."
Eddie shrugged, "At least they made the headlines, especially the Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum. I heard he's just a student at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Magic. Graduated student, now he has become a household name..."
The four chatted casually, and of course, the topics were all within the "safe" range.
But accidents always come inadvertently.
The door of the cubicle was pushed open suddenly, and the sticky couple Dylan and Keira walked in.
"Oh, Scott, you're always being lazy here." Keira grumbled carelessly, "Professor Flitwick should have given Dylan the position of prefect of the male students, right..."
She looked at Milton.
"Congratulations, Milton, I heard that your father may become the new Minister of Magic."
Keira's words seemed to touch a certain mechanism, and in an instant, the originally happy atmosphere in the compartment suddenly changed drastically.
Scott and the others looked at Milton cautiously.
"Oh...thank you, Keira." Milton said with some difficulty, "but this is not something to be congratulated on."
"I'm sorry, please don't pay attention to her nonsense."
Dylan smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand to hold Kayla and wanted to leave.
"What... what's wrong?"
Keira was still a little confused, but Dylan had dragged her away directly.
"It's all right." Scott patted Milton on the shoulder.
Both Roger and Eddie looked at him worriedly.
"I am fine."
Although Milton's eyes were red, but fortunately he did not shed tears.
"You know, that's why I'm coming back." He took a deep breath, "I know I can't run away anymore, anyway, I'll figure everything out."
It seemed that his character was stronger than before after all, which made Scott and the others breathe a sigh of relief.
"I also want to say that you don't have to be careful about avoiding me." Milton said seriously, "That's what I'm about to face."
Scott nodded, "As far as I know, Medea has not yet awakened. Based on her previous arrangements, it is not easy for Mr. Graves to take the position."
Roger also agreed and said: "Actually, I am more optimistic about Ms. Burns who has the support of Dumbledore. Under the current circumstances, as the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, her position and past achievements are easier. Get everyone's support."
Eddie also helped out with ideas, "I think you can get in touch with Mr. Graves secretly and know what he really thinks..."
Since Milton wants to face those things directly, Scott and the others no longer deliberately hide them, but help him sort out the current situation.
In the end, Milton decided to get in touch with Mr. Graves secretly with the help of Scott.
They alighted at the Hogsmeade platform as it was getting dark.
The weather suddenly changed at this time, with strong winds and heavy rain.
They ran and boarded the carriage pulled by thestrals.
At this moment, Luna also ran over, and Scott quickly reached out and pulled her into the carriage.
"Great, they really have come back!"
Luna stroked her wet hair, looking happily at the Thestrals pulling the cart.
As she spoke, her eyes were drawn to Milton again.
"Oh, Milton." She raised her hand and took off her wand from behind her ear. "Do you need me to drive away the disturbing horseflies for you? They are densely entrenched in your brain."
"What?" Milton looked at the serious Luna in astonishment.
"You can try, Milton." Scott suggested with a smile.
"Okay... okay."
Hearing Scott's words, Milton agreed with some hesitation.
Luna nodded and waved her wand decisively.
"Brains are mushy!"
A flash of white light flashed, and Milton turned into a little fool with dull eyes.
"That way the Harass Gadget can't live in his brain."
Luna to the shocked Roger and Eddie.
"Very well," Eddie murmured, "it's true that being an idiot will have no trouble."
"You're such a genius." Roger gave Luna a thumbs up.
Luna nodded, and waved her wand again.
"Stop the curse."
Under the golden light, Milton's dull eyes recovered.
"What's wrong with me?"
He looked at the scenery outside the carriage in shock, realizing that he had suddenly missed a part of the journey.
"Look, he's getting better."
Luna smiled in satisfaction, and put her wand back behind her ear.
"Oh, he sure looks better!"
Roger and Eddie couldn't help laughing.
Milton, who finally came to his senses, had no time to think about the things that troubled him, so he couldn't help but also laughed.
"He's happy at last."
Seeing this scene, Luna happily said to Scott.
"Yes, it's all thanks to you." Scott gave her an encouraging look.
Soon, the carriage passed through the gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides, and drove down the wide driveway.
At last the carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.
At this moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.
They followed the crowd up the stone steps to the brightly lit auditorium.
At the entrance of the auditorium, Scott stopped the companions who wanted to go in.
The next moment, there were screams one after another, Peeves was madly attacking all the students with balloons filled with water, many of them became drowned in the attack.
Professor McGonagall yelled, but Peeves was unmoved, and laughed maniacally as he threw water balloons around.
It wasn't until Professor McGonagall mentioned Dumbledore's name that the troublemaker finally retreated reluctantly.
Scott and the others just walked into the auditorium and saw that Dumbledore and several professors were already sitting in the teacher's seat.
Of course, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid who were responsible for welcoming the new students, as well as Lupine who had left, and...
"Oh, that Death Eater Snape really can't go back to Hogwarts." Eddie whispered gloatingly, "The group of snakes lost their snake king."
Scott looked over to the Slytherin house table and saw that most of the Slytherins were sitting with blank faces.
It was obviously a lively auditorium, but these Slytherins had an air of their own.
"The freshmen are here!"
Scott turned his head and saw that Professor McGonagall was leading a group of probing children into the auditorium.
"Everyone!"
At this moment, Dumbledore on the teacher's seat stood up and walked forward.
"Before the sorting ceremony begins, I want to introduce two new professors to you all!"
The students were immediately attracted by his words, and the auditorium fell silent.
"First of all, I am honored to introduce you to Alastor Moody, who will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Moody!"
click, click, click...
There was the sound of wood touching the slate on the ground.
Professor Moody, leaning on a wooden crutch and wearing a wooden prosthetic leg, enters from one side.
His ferocious face covered with scars and his constantly turning magic eyes instantly stunned everyone.
The freshmen standing behind Professor McGonagall were all pale and trembling from his fright.
Dumbledore continued to introduce, "Professor Moody is a powerful wizard who has been working as an Auror for decades, and he has been fighting on the front line against dark wizards! I believe he will use his rich experience to bring everyone Come perfect teaching! Let us welcome him with applause!"
As he spoke, he took the initiative to applaud.
But not too many people applauded with him in the auditorium.
Many students were frightened by Professor Moody's menacing appearance, and were full of doubts about his appointment as a professor.
But Moody's doesn't care.
He didn't care whether he was popular or not, he was still watching everyone in the auditorium vigilantly with that magic eye that rolled around.
"Come on, Alastor, welcome to your seat."
It wasn't until Dumbledore beckoned him to sit on the teacher's seat that he limped to Professor Flitwick's side.
"It's too slack." He said loudly, very dissatisfied. "Everyone is too slack! Those dark wizards and their kings are planning how to conquer us! They even made a big fuss in the World Cup final!"
Everyone looked at him in astonishment.
Moody continued to speak loudly, "I will teach you how to fight those cunning dark wizards, and more importantly, how to stay vigilant!"
Having said that, his magic eyes turned in the direction of the long table in Slytherin House.
"Also, those hidden little devils with dark thoughts! You better be careful, don't be caught by me!"
At this moment, the faces of those Slytherins became extremely ugly, but they dared not speak out.
"Oh, thank you Professor Moody for your speech."
Dumbledore said dryly, and then applauded himself.
This time, only a group of Gryffindors led by Fred and George applauded along with him.
Professor Moody just nodded imperceptibly, and finally sat down.
Sitting down, he and Scott met eyes and grinned a horrible grin.
Although he still remembered his warning, Scott was not intimidated, but nodded politely to him.
Dumbledore's voice continued, "Oh! The next one, let us warmly welcome Horace Slughorn who has returned to Hogwarts after so many years!"
The moment they heard the name, the Slytherins were stunned, and then began to applaud with the most enthusiasm.
Afterwards, Professor Slughorn, who was very neatly dressed, came out from the aisle on the side of the teachers' bench.
The professor appeared to be a bald old man as fat as a giant walrus, with protruding eyes and a silver beard as thick as a walrus.
He waved in Slytherin's direction, a modest smile on his face.
"Professor Slughorn used to be my old colleague. He is one of the most successful Potions professors ever at Hogwarts and the most popular head of Slytherin House! This time, I am honored to invite Seeing him, it will be the first time in many years to hold these two positions that he is very familiar with!"
applause.
Unlike Moody's cold reception, Professor Slughorn, who has a rather amiable image, has gained more popularity.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Albus, and colleagues, children!"
Probably because Dumbledore's long introduction was very face-saving, Professor Slughorn had a round belly, and the smile on his face became bigger.
"I'm very honored to be back here after more than ten years, and to resume my favorite teaching job." He said happily, "Oh, I can't wait to meet you. I think, some of you Many people can receive my invitation to join the club I formed."
Then, he enthusiastically promoted his Slughorn club, and told his philosophy without hesitation.
In short, he can only see geniuses, celebrities, or students with good backgrounds, and he doesn't look down on those mediocre students.
Although his words were not so direct, everyone could hear what he meant.
This made many professors and students unhappy.
Those Slytherin students all puffed out their chests, as if to express - look, we are the elites that Professor Slughorn said.
"Those Slytherins seem to have got something wrong," Eddie said to Scott and them. "This Professor Slughorn only likes the elite, but he doesn't only value blood. Oh, Scott, I dare Bet you'll be invited to join his 'slug club'."
Scott expected this too.
Now he is not only a genius, but also a celebrity, which is exactly what Professor Slughorn wants to collect.
"That was more than 1000 years ago,
I have just been woven into shape,
There were four famous wizards,
Their names have been passed down to this day..."
At this time, the Sorting Hat finally started its annual new song conference.
"...Okay, put me on the head well,
I never looked away,
I want to see your mind,
Find out which academy you belong to! "
After the song ended, Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the teachers' bench.
After the two new professors made their debut, the sorting ceremony began.
The applause rang out uninterrupted, and the students of the four colleges expressed their welcome to the freshmen who joined their colleges.
When the sorting ceremony was over, Dumbledore stood up again.
"Although I know that everyone is starving, I still have one more important thing to announce."
he said loudly.
"The Triwizard Tournament, this ancient event has finally been restarted with the efforts of people after it has been suspended for centuries!"
"You are joking?"
"This is real?"
"At Hogwarts?"
Many people stood up in disbelief and asked Dumbledore loudly.
"Unfortunately." Dumbledore said, "Originally this event was determined to be held at Hogwarts, but due to some well-known reasons, people finally decided to hand over the right to host Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Oh no!"
"damn it!"
Almost all the students in the auditorium spoke together and sighed loudly.
Immediately afterwards, countless curses sounded.
"It's all because of that damn... and those damn..."
"Merlin, we have lost a precious opportunity..."
At this moment, everyone seemed to have lost their fear of Voldemort. Although they didn't name them, they all cursed passionately without any scruples.
Those Slytherin students whose parents were identified as Death Eaters suffered countless blank stares.
"Please be quiet... be quiet!"
Dumbledore pressed his hands down and shouted several times before stopping the scene of anger.
"Although this event is not held at Hogwarts, we will still select a group of the best students as candidates for the final warriors, and go to Beauxbatons to compete for honor on behalf of Hogwarts!"
"Please sign up for me!"
"And I!"
Fred and George immediately stood up, not only raised their hands high, but also kept jumping.
Eddie also turned his head excitedly, "Oh! Scott! You must go to participate! Represent us Ravenclaw to compete for the championship!"
The others also nodded desperately, staring at Scott with encouraging eyes.
"If possible." Scott smiled helplessly.
"Oh, don't worry, we will have a series of processes to select student representatives who meet the requirements." Dumbledore continued, "We will announce the list in mid-October, and the selected students will be announced at the end of October." Set off for Beauxbatons one day."
"What is the request?"
"Tell us now!"
Fred and George continued bouncing around.
The other students who wanted to participate also stared closely at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore said with a smile: "Oh, there is only one condition. We believe that the selected warrior must be at least 17 years old."
"Oh……"
The neat sigh sounded again.
"This is not fair!"
Immediately afterwards, protests erupted one after another.
Many Ravenclaws protested loudly after it was confirmed that Scott had not turned 17.
(End of this chapter)
On the train to Hogwarts, Scott, who perfunctorily finished his prefect inspection, returned to the compartment where his roommates were.
"What were you talking about just now?"
He took the vacant seat next to Milton.
"We're talking about our summer vacation," Milton replied.
"I thought it was said before."
Scott smiled and patted Milton on the shoulder.
"Need I once again welcome you back to Hogwarts instead of dropping out?"
"It's Eddie talking about it." Roger yawned boredly, "He's told his summer vacation in America several times, but every time he can tell a different version. "
Milton also laughed, "Take it as boring listening to stories."
"Hey!" Eddie, who was ridiculed, screamed in dissatisfaction.
Roger ignored him.
"I'm still regretting the World Cup final I missed."
He looked like he couldn't get excited about anything.
Three days ago, the failed Quidditch World Cup final was moved to Iceland. Due to the hasty decision and previous accidents, there were not many spectators in this originally highly anticipated match.
Everyone only knows that the Irish and Bulgarian players played the entire game on a temporary court built in the wilderness. The Bulgarian Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, and Ireland won the final championship.
"It should be the Irish players and the Bulgarian Seekers who are more upset than you." Scott said to Roger, "It was their highlight moment, but there were not many people cheering for them."
Eddie shrugged, "At least they made the headlines, especially the Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum. I heard he's just a student at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Magic. Graduated student, now he has become a household name..."
The four chatted casually, and of course, the topics were all within the "safe" range.
But accidents always come inadvertently.
The door of the cubicle was pushed open suddenly, and the sticky couple Dylan and Keira walked in.
"Oh, Scott, you're always being lazy here." Keira grumbled carelessly, "Professor Flitwick should have given Dylan the position of prefect of the male students, right..."
She looked at Milton.
"Congratulations, Milton, I heard that your father may become the new Minister of Magic."
Keira's words seemed to touch a certain mechanism, and in an instant, the originally happy atmosphere in the compartment suddenly changed drastically.
Scott and the others looked at Milton cautiously.
"Oh...thank you, Keira." Milton said with some difficulty, "but this is not something to be congratulated on."
"I'm sorry, please don't pay attention to her nonsense."
Dylan smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand to hold Kayla and wanted to leave.
"What... what's wrong?"
Keira was still a little confused, but Dylan had dragged her away directly.
"It's all right." Scott patted Milton on the shoulder.
Both Roger and Eddie looked at him worriedly.
"I am fine."
Although Milton's eyes were red, but fortunately he did not shed tears.
"You know, that's why I'm coming back." He took a deep breath, "I know I can't run away anymore, anyway, I'll figure everything out."
It seemed that his character was stronger than before after all, which made Scott and the others breathe a sigh of relief.
"I also want to say that you don't have to be careful about avoiding me." Milton said seriously, "That's what I'm about to face."
Scott nodded, "As far as I know, Medea has not yet awakened. Based on her previous arrangements, it is not easy for Mr. Graves to take the position."
Roger also agreed and said: "Actually, I am more optimistic about Ms. Burns who has the support of Dumbledore. Under the current circumstances, as the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, her position and past achievements are easier. Get everyone's support."
Eddie also helped out with ideas, "I think you can get in touch with Mr. Graves secretly and know what he really thinks..."
Since Milton wants to face those things directly, Scott and the others no longer deliberately hide them, but help him sort out the current situation.
In the end, Milton decided to get in touch with Mr. Graves secretly with the help of Scott.
They alighted at the Hogsmeade platform as it was getting dark.
The weather suddenly changed at this time, with strong winds and heavy rain.
They ran and boarded the carriage pulled by thestrals.
At this moment, Luna also ran over, and Scott quickly reached out and pulled her into the carriage.
"Great, they really have come back!"
Luna stroked her wet hair, looking happily at the Thestrals pulling the cart.
As she spoke, her eyes were drawn to Milton again.
"Oh, Milton." She raised her hand and took off her wand from behind her ear. "Do you need me to drive away the disturbing horseflies for you? They are densely entrenched in your brain."
"What?" Milton looked at the serious Luna in astonishment.
"You can try, Milton." Scott suggested with a smile.
"Okay... okay."
Hearing Scott's words, Milton agreed with some hesitation.
Luna nodded and waved her wand decisively.
"Brains are mushy!"
A flash of white light flashed, and Milton turned into a little fool with dull eyes.
"That way the Harass Gadget can't live in his brain."
Luna to the shocked Roger and Eddie.
"Very well," Eddie murmured, "it's true that being an idiot will have no trouble."
"You're such a genius." Roger gave Luna a thumbs up.
Luna nodded, and waved her wand again.
"Stop the curse."
Under the golden light, Milton's dull eyes recovered.
"What's wrong with me?"
He looked at the scenery outside the carriage in shock, realizing that he had suddenly missed a part of the journey.
"Look, he's getting better."
Luna smiled in satisfaction, and put her wand back behind her ear.
"Oh, he sure looks better!"
Roger and Eddie couldn't help laughing.
Milton, who finally came to his senses, had no time to think about the things that troubled him, so he couldn't help but also laughed.
"He's happy at last."
Seeing this scene, Luna happily said to Scott.
"Yes, it's all thanks to you." Scott gave her an encouraging look.
Soon, the carriage passed through the gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides, and drove down the wide driveway.
At last the carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.
At this moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.
They followed the crowd up the stone steps to the brightly lit auditorium.
At the entrance of the auditorium, Scott stopped the companions who wanted to go in.
The next moment, there were screams one after another, Peeves was madly attacking all the students with balloons filled with water, many of them became drowned in the attack.
Professor McGonagall yelled, but Peeves was unmoved, and laughed maniacally as he threw water balloons around.
It wasn't until Professor McGonagall mentioned Dumbledore's name that the troublemaker finally retreated reluctantly.
Scott and the others just walked into the auditorium and saw that Dumbledore and several professors were already sitting in the teacher's seat.
Of course, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid who were responsible for welcoming the new students, as well as Lupine who had left, and...
"Oh, that Death Eater Snape really can't go back to Hogwarts." Eddie whispered gloatingly, "The group of snakes lost their snake king."
Scott looked over to the Slytherin house table and saw that most of the Slytherins were sitting with blank faces.
It was obviously a lively auditorium, but these Slytherins had an air of their own.
"The freshmen are here!"
Scott turned his head and saw that Professor McGonagall was leading a group of probing children into the auditorium.
"Everyone!"
At this moment, Dumbledore on the teacher's seat stood up and walked forward.
"Before the sorting ceremony begins, I want to introduce two new professors to you all!"
The students were immediately attracted by his words, and the auditorium fell silent.
"First of all, I am honored to introduce you to Alastor Moody, who will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Moody!"
click, click, click...
There was the sound of wood touching the slate on the ground.
Professor Moody, leaning on a wooden crutch and wearing a wooden prosthetic leg, enters from one side.
His ferocious face covered with scars and his constantly turning magic eyes instantly stunned everyone.
The freshmen standing behind Professor McGonagall were all pale and trembling from his fright.
Dumbledore continued to introduce, "Professor Moody is a powerful wizard who has been working as an Auror for decades, and he has been fighting on the front line against dark wizards! I believe he will use his rich experience to bring everyone Come perfect teaching! Let us welcome him with applause!"
As he spoke, he took the initiative to applaud.
But not too many people applauded with him in the auditorium.
Many students were frightened by Professor Moody's menacing appearance, and were full of doubts about his appointment as a professor.
But Moody's doesn't care.
He didn't care whether he was popular or not, he was still watching everyone in the auditorium vigilantly with that magic eye that rolled around.
"Come on, Alastor, welcome to your seat."
It wasn't until Dumbledore beckoned him to sit on the teacher's seat that he limped to Professor Flitwick's side.
"It's too slack." He said loudly, very dissatisfied. "Everyone is too slack! Those dark wizards and their kings are planning how to conquer us! They even made a big fuss in the World Cup final!"
Everyone looked at him in astonishment.
Moody continued to speak loudly, "I will teach you how to fight those cunning dark wizards, and more importantly, how to stay vigilant!"
Having said that, his magic eyes turned in the direction of the long table in Slytherin House.
"Also, those hidden little devils with dark thoughts! You better be careful, don't be caught by me!"
At this moment, the faces of those Slytherins became extremely ugly, but they dared not speak out.
"Oh, thank you Professor Moody for your speech."
Dumbledore said dryly, and then applauded himself.
This time, only a group of Gryffindors led by Fred and George applauded along with him.
Professor Moody just nodded imperceptibly, and finally sat down.
Sitting down, he and Scott met eyes and grinned a horrible grin.
Although he still remembered his warning, Scott was not intimidated, but nodded politely to him.
Dumbledore's voice continued, "Oh! The next one, let us warmly welcome Horace Slughorn who has returned to Hogwarts after so many years!"
The moment they heard the name, the Slytherins were stunned, and then began to applaud with the most enthusiasm.
Afterwards, Professor Slughorn, who was very neatly dressed, came out from the aisle on the side of the teachers' bench.
The professor appeared to be a bald old man as fat as a giant walrus, with protruding eyes and a silver beard as thick as a walrus.
He waved in Slytherin's direction, a modest smile on his face.
"Professor Slughorn used to be my old colleague. He is one of the most successful Potions professors ever at Hogwarts and the most popular head of Slytherin House! This time, I am honored to invite Seeing him, it will be the first time in many years to hold these two positions that he is very familiar with!"
applause.
Unlike Moody's cold reception, Professor Slughorn, who has a rather amiable image, has gained more popularity.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Albus, and colleagues, children!"
Probably because Dumbledore's long introduction was very face-saving, Professor Slughorn had a round belly, and the smile on his face became bigger.
"I'm very honored to be back here after more than ten years, and to resume my favorite teaching job." He said happily, "Oh, I can't wait to meet you. I think, some of you Many people can receive my invitation to join the club I formed."
Then, he enthusiastically promoted his Slughorn club, and told his philosophy without hesitation.
In short, he can only see geniuses, celebrities, or students with good backgrounds, and he doesn't look down on those mediocre students.
Although his words were not so direct, everyone could hear what he meant.
This made many professors and students unhappy.
Those Slytherin students all puffed out their chests, as if to express - look, we are the elites that Professor Slughorn said.
"Those Slytherins seem to have got something wrong," Eddie said to Scott and them. "This Professor Slughorn only likes the elite, but he doesn't only value blood. Oh, Scott, I dare Bet you'll be invited to join his 'slug club'."
Scott expected this too.
Now he is not only a genius, but also a celebrity, which is exactly what Professor Slughorn wants to collect.
"That was more than 1000 years ago,
I have just been woven into shape,
There were four famous wizards,
Their names have been passed down to this day..."
At this time, the Sorting Hat finally started its annual new song conference.
"...Okay, put me on the head well,
I never looked away,
I want to see your mind,
Find out which academy you belong to! "
After the song ended, Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the teachers' bench.
After the two new professors made their debut, the sorting ceremony began.
The applause rang out uninterrupted, and the students of the four colleges expressed their welcome to the freshmen who joined their colleges.
When the sorting ceremony was over, Dumbledore stood up again.
"Although I know that everyone is starving, I still have one more important thing to announce."
he said loudly.
"The Triwizard Tournament, this ancient event has finally been restarted with the efforts of people after it has been suspended for centuries!"
"You are joking?"
"This is real?"
"At Hogwarts?"
Many people stood up in disbelief and asked Dumbledore loudly.
"Unfortunately." Dumbledore said, "Originally this event was determined to be held at Hogwarts, but due to some well-known reasons, people finally decided to hand over the right to host Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Oh no!"
"damn it!"
Almost all the students in the auditorium spoke together and sighed loudly.
Immediately afterwards, countless curses sounded.
"It's all because of that damn... and those damn..."
"Merlin, we have lost a precious opportunity..."
At this moment, everyone seemed to have lost their fear of Voldemort. Although they didn't name them, they all cursed passionately without any scruples.
Those Slytherin students whose parents were identified as Death Eaters suffered countless blank stares.
"Please be quiet... be quiet!"
Dumbledore pressed his hands down and shouted several times before stopping the scene of anger.
"Although this event is not held at Hogwarts, we will still select a group of the best students as candidates for the final warriors, and go to Beauxbatons to compete for honor on behalf of Hogwarts!"
"Please sign up for me!"
"And I!"
Fred and George immediately stood up, not only raised their hands high, but also kept jumping.
Eddie also turned his head excitedly, "Oh! Scott! You must go to participate! Represent us Ravenclaw to compete for the championship!"
The others also nodded desperately, staring at Scott with encouraging eyes.
"If possible." Scott smiled helplessly.
"Oh, don't worry, we will have a series of processes to select student representatives who meet the requirements." Dumbledore continued, "We will announce the list in mid-October, and the selected students will be announced at the end of October." Set off for Beauxbatons one day."
"What is the request?"
"Tell us now!"
Fred and George continued bouncing around.
The other students who wanted to participate also stared closely at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore said with a smile: "Oh, there is only one condition. We believe that the selected warrior must be at least 17 years old."
"Oh……"
The neat sigh sounded again.
"This is not fair!"
Immediately afterwards, protests erupted one after another.
Many Ravenclaws protested loudly after it was confirmed that Scott had not turned 17.
(End of this chapter)
