Chapter 926 The Triwizard Tournament
Vincent looked at Dumbledore's smug face and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
The look on the face of old Deng when all his plans were in vain must be even more interesting.
"You're kidding!" Fred said loudly.
The students all laughed.
Dumbledore also laughed, "Mr. Weasley, I'm not joking."
He was very pleased with Vincent's wide-eyed expression. "Speaking of jokes, I heard a very interesting one. It's about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun. They all went into the same tavern..."
"Ahem—" Mag's crisp cough interrupted him.
Dumbledore restrained the smile on his face a little, "Oh - it's probably not appropriate to say this now... not appropriate..."
He looked away from Vincent. "Where was I? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... some of you may not know what the Tournament is all about, so I hope those who do will forgive me for a brief explanation and allow their minds to wander for a while."
The Triwizard Tournament was founded in the 13th century and has a history of more than years.
It is a friendly competition between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang.
Each school will select a warrior, and then the three warriors will compete in three magical events.
The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, with the three schools taking turns hosting it.
However, due to the high number of deaths, the Triwizard Tournament had to be interrupted.
“Over the past two centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the tournament, but none have been successful.
However, we at the Ministry of Magic, the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports and Games, feel that the time is right for another try.
We have done a lot of preparation this summer to ensure that no Warrior's life is in danger."
Dumbledore paused.
"In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive with their carefully selected competitors.
The ceremony to select the champions will be held on Halloween, and an impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Triwizard Cup, win honor for their school, and receive a prize of one thousand Galleons. "
The twins at the Gryffindor table's eyes sparkled.
The research and development funds are sufficient, but who would complain that it is too little?
1000 gold galleons are enough to support the development of new products this year.
Of course there are many students like them whose faces are beaming with excitement.
Every long table was whispering, and Vincent pretended to chat with Neville.
The hall fell silent until Dumbledore spoke again.
"I know you all aspire to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy for Hogwarts."
He glanced at Vincent, "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to set an age limit for this year's competitors."
He raised his voice and said, "Only students who are seventeen years old or older are allowed to register."
"No——" the twins wailed.
"I protest! I protest seriously!"
Their angry protest received support from many students.
Dumbledore glanced at Vincent, who looked very proud, and raised his voice again.
"We feel this measure is necessary because the competition events are still very difficult and dangerous, and no matter how many precautions we take, it is simply impossible for students below the sixth and seventh grades to cope with them."
He glanced at the protesting twins, "I will personally ensure that no underage student deceives our impartial judges and becomes a champion of Hogwarts."
His blue eyes twinkled meaningfully, "So, if you are under the age of seventeen, I ask that you not waste your time applying."
Vincent took the opportunity to rub his sore face.
Old Bitch Deng is worthy of being Old Bitch Deng. He has to confirm several times to see a reaction.
If he hadn't practiced with the big names in the magic world during the World Cup, he might not have been able to pass it.
"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations will arrive in October and spend the majority of the school year with us.
I know that you will all be cordial and friendly to our foreign guests while they are here, and that you will all support the Champion of Hogwarts, once he or she is chosen."
Dumbledore smiled, "It is getting late, but I have one last announcement to make."
He looked mysteriously at the closed door of the auditorium, and the students also looked over.
"Please welcome our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Moody pushed open the door and walked into the auditorium.
He was leaning on a long cane and was wrapped in a black cloak.
The face covered with horrible scars scared many students.
Neville was frightened by the blue magic eye on his face that kept turning around, and he shrank his neck. "It...it's actually Mr. Moody..."
Neville's parents were both Aurors, so naturally they knew this legendary Auror.
Moody walked slowly up to the staff table and stopped beside Dumbledore.
"Welcome, Professor Moody."
Dumbledore reached out and took his scarred hand, then turned to the students.
"Yes, I believe many people already know our new professor this year, but I still want to introduce him to you - Alastor Moody, who will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
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Vincent glanced quickly at Snape at the head staff table.
His complexion doesn't look right. The old bat doesn't have a gloomy face this year.
But that's true, he is a legendary Auror, no matter how unhappy he is, he dare not show it to his face.
Dumbledore led the applause, followed by Vincent and his friends, and then sparse applause broke out in the hall.
Moody's appearance and aura were so strong that the students still haven't recovered from the shock.
Dumbledore stopped clapping, "Well, that's all. It's more important than anything else that you go to class in high spirits and with a clear mind tomorrow morning.
Now, everybody go to bed! Quickly! "
At his urging, the students stood up and left the auditorium.
Then he pulled Moody to sit down, "How is it? Alastor, the students are all in high spirits, right?"
Moody glanced at the students who were "fleeing in panic", and then looked at Vincent who was surrounded by his friends.
His magic eyes stopped moving. "They are indeed very energetic."
Dumbledore smiled, "Alastor, don't think of treating your students like prisoners."
Moody shook his head. "Albus, I know where this is, but I would like you to stop interfering with my class."
"Of course." Dumbledore promised solemnly, "With you as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I have one less thing to worry about this year."
The Triwizard Tournament looked like a sure win, so there were only two things left for him to worry about.
One is the Horcrux.
The second is Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
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