There’s a noise outside-Neville went to Harry’s box a few minutes ago, and now it’s Whitewater and Zabini Field. "Malfoy is fighting with Potter again?" I said, what are Zabini and them? " Whitewater asked quite maliciously, and Zabini’s smile was also evil than "Who knows …" Then both hooligans burst into laughter.
The train has arrived, but the weather is still the most typical damn shit Scottish weather-the rainstorm is pouring, wet and cold, and the white waves are dressed in robes, and at the same time, the cloak raincoat is covered outside. He holds an umbrella from the wrong waterproof seam, which can ensure that he will not get wet and will be very warm and dry in his little wizard. That’s good to be a unlucky guy in the rain.
Good wizards’ magic robes are waterproof and easy to dry, even if they are wet, they will go into the dry land and shout as soon as they are dry.
The carriage was quite dry, but Whitewater didn’t want to untie his raincoat, so he was unlucky to sit in the chair. Neville and Zabini both got wet, and then they regretted not bringing an umbrella. Whitewater just arrived in the vestibule and watched Ron eat a water cannon. "Oh! I haven’t seen Api for a holiday. You’re normal a lot! " White waves shouted that there was a Peeves at a height of 20 feet above his head, laughing wildly and holding a water cannon.
See Peeves launched a dive Peeves serial bombing-accompanied by Professor McGonagall roaring out of the hall, "Peeves, stop it!"
The head of the little wizard on the ground was blown up by the water cannon, but it just missed the clumsy white water covered with a poncho, and the white water Peeves was ready to give himself a blow with a huge water cannon, and suddenly he jumped up and hit the wind with a stick. Immediately, Peeves blew up the surrounding student department with him with the water cannon and got wet, but Peeves became a mess, and it was a paste that slowly slipped to the wall.
"Don’t be nervous, it won’t die in Peeves, and it will be able to strut the drama again in 20 minutes at most." Professor McGonagall comforted everyone with a grumpy hand. "Can it be a little lighter? You see, it scared the second grade to be so violent after giving birth to Mr. Lane."
"No problem, teach me. They can’t see the place. Just hit it," Whitewater said in a daze. "All right, let’s go!" Professor McGonagall said sternly to the crowd soaked in water, "Come into the auditorium quickly!" The auditorium is still so magnificent, and the banquet of Xinxuesi has been specially decorated. Hundreds of candle tables are hanging and floating, and the golden plates and goblets are shining. Four long college tables are full of chirping students, and there is a fifth table at the top of the auditorium. The faculty members sit at the tables one by one and face their students.
Professor McGonagall took his first-year student to the auditorium soon. It seems that a hapless guy fell into the water-because he was wearing Hagrid’s super-large fur coat, and then it was a sorting ceremony that made people want to yawn-this was Whitewater’s own recognition, but his students’ views were obviously different from his own. They were assigned to their own college students to cheer and sometimes they were assigned to their college students to boo-this kind of thing was done by the Weasley brothers to the Slytherins.
After the sorting ceremony, Professor Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all the students with open arms and made a welcome gesture. "I have two words to say to you." He said that the auditorium echoed with deep voice. "Eat!" So a white wave of food magically appeared in the basin, and while eating furiously, Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, chatted with the trio, as if talking about the elf, Hermione moved more than the spoon and smashed it into the soup bowl.
White waves swept her one eye and continued to eat and drink regardless. At last, the dessert was swept away. At last, the crumbs in a plate disappeared and the plate became clean and shiny. At this time, Albus Dumbledore got up again and buzzed in the hall and suddenly stopped talking. He could hear the wind and heavy rain beating.
"All right!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we have all eaten and drunk enough, I must ask everyone to pay attention again. I have some announcements to make." Whitewater heard Hermione say, "Bah!" "Mr. Elch, the doorman, wants me to tell you that several items have been added to the forbidden objects in the castle this year. They are screaming yo-yo, flying saucer with teeth and combo darts. The whole list includes about 437 items. Anyone who is interested can check one in Mr. Elch’s office."
Dumbledore’s mouth twitched a few times. He continued, "As before, I want to wake everyone up. The forest over there is forbidden for students, and all third-grade students in Hogsmeade village are not allowed to patronize. I am very sorry to tell you that there will be no college cup Quidditch this year." Harry and others were very surprised-not only Harry but also the wizards of his college made various noises-mainly protesting.
Dumbledore went on to say, "This is because a large-scale activity will last for the whole school year in October, occupying a lot of teachers’ time and energy-but I believe you can all get a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce Hogwarts this year-"At this moment, there was a deafening thunder and the auditorium door slammed.
A man was leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak at the door. Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger. Suddenly, a forked flash flashed across the ceiling and a white wave caught a good look at the face.
It’s like a piece of rotten wood carved, and the sculptor has a vague idea of what a face should look like, and he is not good at carving knives. Every inch of skin on that face seems to be scarred, and his mouth is like a crooked big nose, where it should bulge, but it’s gone. The most frightening thing about this man is that his eyes are white and he whispers while looking at it.
His eyes are very dark and shiny; The other eye is big and round like a coin, and it is a bright blue. The blue eye moves around unblinkingly, and the normal eye is irrelevant. Later, when the blue eye turns into the man’s head, everyone can see a big white eye.
"Allow me to introduce our new defense against the dark arts teacher" Dumbledore happily broke the silence "Professor Moody".
Chapter four hundred and seventy-two Triwizard tournament
Generally speaking, everyone applauds new teachers when they meet, but now no teacher or student applauds except Dumbledore and Hagrid. Dumbledore and Hagrid clap their hands and find that the echo in the silent auditorium seems to be lonely and let go. Others seem to be stunned by Moody’s strange appearance and stare at him intently.
"I remember moody’s is not an old fairy? On the other hand, Harry and Ron have different views on it-Ron knows that this is Qi Auror, Harry doesn’t know that Dumbledore cleared his throat-as I said just now, he looked at many students in front of him with a smile and said-the students still stared at Mad-Eye Moody. In the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very wonderful event, which has not been held for more than a century.
So the hall fried almost all the students-those who came from the magical world caused a sensation. It seems that Harry’s muggle world grew up without knowing what the hell this activity was.
Kindhearted Dumbledore explained, "The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago. It is the three largest magic schools in Europe. It is a friendship competition. These three schools are Hogwarts, Busbarton and Dempstrum. Each school chooses a warrior and then three warriors compete against each other. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years. Everyone agrees that it is an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to establish friendship-but then the Triwizard Tournament is interrupted because of too many deaths."
"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to resume the hegemony competition," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them succeeded. However, our Ministry of Magic, the Department of International Magic and the Department of Magic and Sports believe that the time is ripe to try again. This summer, we have done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior will not be in danger." Dumbledore said that Hermione was very nervous when she heard that someone died, and Harry was as uninterested as Whitewater.
"In October, President Busbarton and President Demstrong will lead them to carefully screen competitors to choose warriors. A fair referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Tri-Top Cup. Individuals who win honors in their own schools will also get a thousand galleons bonus." Whitewater curled his lips … but when he heard this figure, "I want to participate!" Fred Weasley roared.
"I know you are all eager for Hogwarts to win the Triwizard Cup," Dumbledore said. "But the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic all agree that it is necessary to set an age limit for this year’s competitors. Only students who have reached the age of seventeen-that is, seventeen are allowed to sign up for consideration. We feel that" he gave those guys like the Weasley brothers a few glances "this measure is necessary because the championship project is still arduous and dangerous. No matter how many preventive measures we take, it is impossible for sixth and seventh grade students to cope with me.
"So if you are under 17, I beg you not to apply in waves." In Dumbledore’s words, White Wave heard evil meaning, which was an old bastard’s attitude of watching good plays-as if to say, "Let me see how many bad ways you can have, my friends!"
"Busbarton and Demstrong’s delegation will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will be warm and friendly when our foreign guests stay here, and once the Hogwarts warrior is finally selected, you will wholeheartedly support him or her. It is very important to let you walk into the classroom fresh and clear-headed tomorrow morning. Go to bed! Hurry up! "
Whitewater took the lead. When the Weasley brothers were still angry, Hermione was still worried about the dead. When Ron was still dizzy with a thousand gold galleons, Whitewater had left the hall.
The new semester course is the same as in the past, but it is a little more disgusting to be exposed to magical plants and magical creatures. Whitewater thinks that Hagrid’s so-called fried snail is too stinky. It is hard to believe that Hagrid would raise this. Of course, the white water of divination is still mixed until Malfoy once again challenges Ron Weasley when he queues up for dinner.
Whitewater smiled at the little wizard’s conflict with his wand-Harry joined in, and both sides quickly fell to the level of greeting each other’s mothers. Malfoy seemed to be unable to help it, but Harry turned around and cast a spell on Harry-but he said, "What a bad cook! Can you play at such close range?" Bai Lang commented.
Zabini is a little worried. "Oh, I don’t think he will be unforgivable without Malfoy," Whitewater said. "We have a professor, don’t we?" With a deep voice, Malfoy turned into a ferret, shivering on the ground.
There was a terrible silence in the hall. No one dared to move except Moody. Moody turned to look at Harry-at least his normal eyes were looking at Harry, and the other eye got into his head. "Did he hurt you?" Moody angrily asked him that his voice was low and hoarse, and then he tortured the unlucky Malfoy ferret to make him fly and fall-all this didn’t stop until Professor McGonagall arrived.
"Wow, it really is a death eater." Whitewater uttered words. This fake Moody is indeed an outside death eater-he has a special interest in torturing people. All Gryffindor students are happy about Malfoy’s experience. Of course, Malfoy’s vague "tell my father" at last brought enough fun to everyone.
It wasn’t until Thursday that defence against the dark arts Whitewater saw the professor again-Ron and Harry had been tickled by the courses mentioned by senior students. Sure enough, although this is a death eater, it may be Harry. They met a wizard who really taught them how to defend against the dark arts, except Lupin, who is neither painful nor itchy. I’m afraid this one is the real professor of defense against the dark arts.
When he came, he asked the students to say those unforgivable spells …