Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 56 New School Year
First of all, I wish you all a happy new year, I will try to update every day.

Taoist Lingxu came to Azkaban to "visit" Peter Pettigrew, but was told that he had gone to see Merlin two months ago.

If Peter Pettigrew is dead, then Alastor Moody is temporarily safe, and where is Crouch Jr. now? , where is our mr. two-hole socket now?
In this way, there will be more questions.

The second is this year's Triwizard Tournament.I hope you can get through it safely, Taoist Lingxu is still waiting to drink Cedric and Qiu's wedding wine!
Damn the weather, it was raining again in London, Taoist Lingxu found an empty box.

"Excuse me, Professor, may I go in?"

"Okay, Luna. Come in."

"Sorry, I didn't bring an umbrella. I got your clothes wet!" Luna said apologetically.

"Sit still." Taoist Lingxu took out his wand and said to Luna.

A gust of hot wind spurted from the wand, spinning around Luna like a tornado.

Under precise control, the warm air flow penetrated from Luna's cuffs, collar and other places, and after a while, white water vapor emerged from Luna's body.

Luna's whole face was flushed after being dried. If she sat quietly, she would still be a pretty girl.

But getting Luna to sit still was as difficult as getting Snape to wash his hair every day.

Luna's unusual personality earned her the nickname "Mad Girl".

"Luna, you put this away." Taoist Lingxu handed a small bottle of sprayer to Luna's hand,

"This is the Master Spray. You spray it on your things, and later, no matter where they are placed, they will come back automatically."

"Professor, I want to ask you about the magical animals in the east. Especially the unicorn."

"Kirin is a hybrid animal, but there are also natural ones. Generally, its father is a dragon and its mother is a cow. My one is a pure natural unicorn."

In the East-West narration, the train arrived.

After casting a water-proof spell on himself and Luna, they walked into the castle together.

Walking into the hall, Lingxu found that among the students, only he and Luna, Daphne and Hilbert were the ones who did it, and everyone else was drowned, the only difference was that there was more soup and less soup.

This year's sorting ceremony was presided over by Professor Lingxu,

"When I call someone's name, he puts his hat on his head and sits on a stool," he said to the first-year students, "and when the hat announces the house, go and sit at the corresponding table."

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy came forward and could be seen shaking from head to toe.He took the sorting hat, put it on his head, and sat on the stool.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

Stuart Ackerley took off his hat and hurried to take a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone at the table applauded him.Harry caught sight of Ravenclaw Seeker Cho Chang, who cheered happily when Stuart Ackerley sat down.For a moment, Harry had a strange urge to wish he could sit at the Ravenclaw table too.

"Malcolm Bardock!"

"Slytherin!"

There was a loud cheer from the tables on one side of the auditorium.Harry saw Malfoy applauding as Bardock joined the Slytherins.Harry wondered if Bardock knew that more Dark wizards came from Slytherin than from any other house.Fred and George hissed and booed as Malcolm Bardock sat down.

"Eleanor Branstone!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Owen Caldwell!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Dennis Creevey!"

Taoist Lingxu paused when he read Dennis Creevey. The Creevey brothers both died in the defense of Hogwarts.

I saw little Dennis Creevey staggering forward.He has gray brown hair.Dennis was the youngest boy enrolled that year, and the youngest at Hogwarts.

"Gryffindor!" said the hat loudly.

Dennis Creevey, beaming with pleasure, took off his hat, put it back on the stool, and hurried over to sit down with his brother.At this time, Harry also applauded with other Gryffindor students.

After the sorting ended, Dumbledore did not start a long speech.

Professor Dumbledore stood up.He looked at all the classmates with a smile, opened his arms and made a welcome gesture.

"I only have two words for you," he said, and his deep voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat!" Everyone began to sweep the food on the table like a devil entering a village.Taoist Lingxu sighed and continued to eat his exclusive food - ham and egg fried rice.

At last, when the pastry had been swept away, and the last crumbs had disappeared from the plate, which was clean and shiny again, Albus Dumbledore stood up again.The buzzing voices in the hall stopped suddenly, only the howling of the wind and the beating of the heavy rain could be heard.

"There!" said Dumbledore, looking at them all with a smile, "now that we're all fed and drunk, ('Bah!' said Hermione) I must once again draw attention to the fact that I have a few announcements to make.

"It is with great regret that I tell you that there will be no House Quidditch tournament this year."

There was a commotion at the long table at Hogwarts.The students were discussing one after another.

Dumbledore continued: "This is because a large event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. I I am very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts - there will be a big competition, the Triwizard Tournament. It will be jointly organized by Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang respectively. The winner will get 1000 Garen still has eternal glory."

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.All the Germans in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger.He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking towards the staff desk.

Heck, heck, every time he took a step, there was a hollow voice echoing in the auditorium.He walked straight to the end of the guest table, turned to the right, and limped towards Dumbledore.Another bolt of lightning streaked across the ceiling, and Hermione gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face in a way Harry had never seen before.It was as if carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and the carver had only a vague idea of ​​what a human face should look like, and was not very good with a carving knife.Every inch of the skin on that face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked opening, and the place where the nose should be protruding was missing.And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of its eyes is small, black, and shiny; the other eye is large, round like a coin, and is a vivid bright blue.The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—then, the blue eyeball rolled over and got into the man's head, Everyone can only see a big white eye. —Mad-Eye Alastormoody, former Auror of the Ministry of Magic. "Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

Slytherin dislikes and fears him the most, because at least some of the Slytherin students have relatives who were captured by him in Azkaban.

"Where did I just say that? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... Some of you don't know what this Tournament is all about, so I hope those who know the situation will forgive me for explaining a little bit here For a moment, I allow their minds to wander for a while."

"The Sanqing Tournament was founded about 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe. These three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang .Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic items. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. It is agreed that at this time, young wizards from different countries establish An excellent form of friendship—but then, too many dead, the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued."

"Over the centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic believe that it is worthwhile to try again." The time has come. We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that the lives of every Warrior are not in danger.

"In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring their handpicked competitors, and the selection of the warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete The Tri-Strong Cup, to win honor for your school, we will discuss the details when they come. Now the prefects will take the students back to the dormitory."

(I’m so sleepy, I’m so sleepy that it’s difficult to type, and I can sleep against the wall. This chapter is excerpted from the original book, and I only wrote a small part of it. Happy New Year!)

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