Chapter 227

The lightning illuminated the man's face in a way that the students had never seen before. It was 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 crooked gap, and the place where his nose should have bulged was gone. 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—and then, when the blue eye rolled over and burrowed into the man's head, everyone could only see a large white eyeball.

If it weren't for the fact that the lighting in the auditorium was pretty good now, and if it weren't for the fact that the students knew that the professors were here, maybe some of them would have been preparing to run away by now.

Dumbledore spoke just in time to stop some of the students from screaming, "Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor: Professor Moody. "

Normally, when a new teacher arrives, everyone applauds, but now there is no teacher or student applauding except for 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.

The students looked at Moody's on their faces differently.

Gryffindor looked at Professor Moody with excitement and curiosity, Hufflepuff was a little frightened by Moody's terrifying face, and Ravenclaw, as usual, remained reserved and did not whisper like the other houses. The Slytherin students were interesting, angry, scared, irresponsible, and gloating at their classmates. It can also be seen from here that the students in Slytherin are not monolithic.

Let's just say that the students who glared at Moody, their elders basically had the experience of being planted in Moody's hands, some were killed on the spot, some were still locked up in Azkaban, and the same was true for those students who were afraid, their families had more or less dealings with Moody, and they knew what kind of person this former Auror was, and these students' families were basically related to the Death Eaters.

The students who were not concerned about themselves and gloated about were not related to the Death Eaters at home, or had already made a distinction with the Death Eaters, and they were usually crowded out by those who had a relationship with the Death Eaters in Slytherin's small circle, and this scene gave them a sense of pride.

Moody's famous MAGIC Eye kept turning, and he looked at each student's face, the normal one looking at Dumbledore.

"Long time no see, old friend. Moody shook hands with Dumbledore, and then sat down in his place, not paying the slightest attention to the students' eyes or the attitude of the professors next to him, as if no one was around, he took out a curved wine bottle from under his cloak and poured it hard, the pumpkin juice in front of him seemed to him to have no attraction at all.

The students began to whisper again, as they saw Moody's carved wooden prosthetic leg as he pulled out the bottle.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and smiled at the students in the audience with different looks.

"As I said earlier, in the coming months we will be very honored to host a very 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. "

"You're kidding!" Fred ...... Maybe it's George, whatever, anyway, even their parents can't tell which of the two of them is who, anyway, one of the twins shouted out as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking.

The effect was still good, and the tense atmosphere that had been hanging over the auditorium since Moody entered the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Blído chuckled appreciatively.

"No, I'm not kidding. Mr. Weasley. Dumbledore said, "But since you mentioned the joke, I heard a funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix, and a leprechaun, all of whom went into the same tavern......"

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.

At this time, there are no students talking to each other, not even those who are already in the know. They all wanted to hear Dumbledore talk about the Triwizard Tournament for themselves.

"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 magic 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. "

Most of the students looked at each other uneasily when they heard the word "death count", but only Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and most of the Gryffindors stared at Dumbledore excitedly as if they hadn't heard the word. Slytherin, on the other hand, remained as expressionless as ever.

"Over the course of a century, there have been several attempts to revive the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "but not once. 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. "

Perhaps seeing the uneasiness of some of the students, Dumbledore comforted.

"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. "

Now the atmosphere is completely lively.

Students from other schools come to Hogwarts in groups, something that has never happened before. The students are looking forward to it, not to mention the next thousand Galleons. That's a thousand Galleons, which is a lot of money. At the beginning, Solim had only sponsored the Weasley brothers for two hundred Galleons, and even if it was used to buy various materials and conduct various experiments, that money had not been spent until now.

As long as materials like dragon's blood aren't involved, a thousand Galleons is enough for the two brothers to open their joke shop.

Money is moving, and the temptation of a thousand Galleons is fatal to these students, but most of them are relatively sane, and only a few of them are immersed in the fantasy of a thousand Galleons.