HP Magic Biography

Thunderbolt clearly showed the man's face, a face that Fan Lin had never seen before, to a person who had only a vague idea of ​​a human face, it seemed to be carved out of rotten wood, the sculptor He also seems to have no experience with how to use a chisel.

Every inch of skin on his face seemed scarred, his mouth was like a deep oblique gash, and a large part of the bridge of his nose was missing.

But it was the man's eyes that terrified everyone.

One of the eyes was like a bead, small and black, while the other was like a coin, big and round, and still blue. This blue eye kept turning, without blinking, turned up and down, looked left and right, very unlike a normal eye, the blue eye turned to the right, toward the back of his head, so they could only look to the whites of his eyes.

It doesn't look like he's in good shape.

Mad-Eye Moody, a former aura master.

However, his magic eyes were indeed a little frightened.

A brilliant alchemy product.

However, if it is not the original Moody, it should not be comfortable to wear, right?

However, this is not something that Fan Lin should consider. Maybe he should try to find out who this Professor Moody is playing.

Barty Crouch Jr.? Or someone else?

The thunder and lightning erupted from the early warning magic of the Tianhua board made the wizards in the hall a little confused. They didn't know what was going on, or what the ceiling was for.

Even in the darkest age, Hogwarts has never said that it is in any major crisis.

British wizards basically go out from Hogwarts...

Moody was taken aback.

Seems to be like this, Fan Lin saw his magic eyes spinning wildly for a moment.

He drew a wand from his pocket.

This kind of Auror always has a lot of weapons, such as Moody's humble walking stick.

The red magic power rushed into the sky in an instant.

Moody's movements were really too fast. Before Fan Lin could capture any more details, he subdued the damn ceiling.

A very powerful confusion spell, and by the way, Moody also dispelled the dark clouds that were oppressing the sky.

The ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall returned to its usual look, that starry sky look.

Moody approached Dumbledore, he held out his hand, which was scarred like his face, and Dumbledore shook hands with him, and said something, which was too far away for anyone to hear.

However, from the expressions of the two people, it can be seen that the two are familiar with each other.

Perhaps Moody was complaining to Dumbledore about this stupid sky-board?

Anyway, with his wet hair, Moody looked a little embarrassed.

Dumbledore nodded, motioning for Moody to take the vacant seat to his right.

Alastor Moody sat down, pushed back the dark gray mane around his face, pulled a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and smelled it with his remaining nose, then took out a knife from his pocket, forked it One end of the sausage, began to eat, his normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but his blue eye was still rolling in the socket, looking around the hall and the students.

Let me introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore broke the silence and said happily, He is Professor Moody.

Moody? Harry said to Ron. Mad-Eye Moody? The guy your dad went to help this morning?

Probably, Ron whispered in awe.

What's the matter with him? Hermione whispered. What's the matter with his face?

I don't know. Ron said quietly. Looking at Moody with interest.

Moody didn't seem to mind the lukewarm welcome. He reached into his traveling cloak, pulled out a potbellied bottle, and took a deep swig, ignoring the can of pumpkin juice in front of him. His cloak was pulled back a few inches from the ground as he drank, and Harry saw a clawed foot sticking out just around the wooden leg of the table.

It seems that this has been planned a long time ago, at least the person playing Moody must be very difficult, which requires early preparations and learning the lifestyle of a disabled person.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

I just said that, he said, smiling at the students, all of whom were still gaping at Mad-Eye Moody. We are honored to host next month an extremely exciting event that has not been held in over a century, and I am delighted to inform you that the Goblet of Fire, also known as the Three Witches Tournament, will take place in Honolulu. Gwartz held!

You're kidding! Fred Weasley exclaimed.

The tension that had filled the hall since Moody's arrival was broken.

Almost everyone laughed, including Dumbledore's understanding laugh.

I'm not joking, Mr Weasley, he said, since you mentioned jokes, I got a good one this summer about a cave fairy, a witch and an old witch-soil, and they all went A bar—”

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

Well—maybe it's not time for a joke yet, said Dumbledore. Where did I go? By the way, the Three Witches, some of you don't know what this league is all about, so I hope that those who know will allow me to explain a little bit, and the informed students can focus on something else.

The Three Witches Contest was started about seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three major schools of magic, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selected a champion to represent , these three players compete in three magic games. The magic school takes turns to host the competition every five years, which is recognized by everyone. This is the best way to build bonds among young mages until the death toll , and the match was discontinued.

Death toll? Hermione whispered, alarmed. But the other students in the hall didn't seem to share her worries, many were whispering excitedly to each other, and Harry himself was more interested in hearing more about the game than worrying about dying a hundred years ago.

There have been several attempts over the centuries to revive the game, continued Dumbledore, none of which have been more successful, however, our National Standard Department of Magical Co-operation and Magical Competitions believes that the time has come for another attempt. Maturity, we've been working on it all summer. This time around, the champions won't go crazy.

The headmasters of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will arrive at our school with the contestants they have selected, and the trials of the three contestants will be held on Halloween, and an impartial referee will decide which one The one who is most qualified to win the trophy of the Three Witch Fighting Competition will be the honor of their school, and they will get a personal bonus of 1,000 sailing coins.

I'm going! Fred Weasley hissed from under the table. His face glowed with enthusiasm at the thought of the glory and riches to be gained.

He's not the only one who sees himself as a Hogwarts champion.

At each table, Harry could see students either staring intently at Dumbledore or whispering to their neighbors now and then.

Fan Lin's name was once again added in the middle of the Hogwarts dialog box.

This is not surprising, Fan Lin has been getting too much limelight recently.

In the whole of Britain, and even in the whole of Europe, Fan Lin was almost recognized as the strongest little wizard.

There is nothing questionable about this.

A guy who can defeat the dark wizard head-on, and his explosive strength far exceeds that of ordinary wizards.

Everyone can see the heart-throbbing magic.

As long as Fan Lin participates, the Hogwarts championship trophy will definitely be inescapable, not to mention, everyone has basically heard the story of Fan Lin teaching all the boys at Beauxbatons...

Fan Lin stared blankly at Dumbledore, he had temporarily forgotten about Moody's coming in.

If he did not show his strength in the Quidditch World Cup, perhaps he may still participate in this event.

People at the Ministry of Magic are no fools, though.

Once Fan Lin used the Sorcerer's Stone, even Scrimgeour would not be able to defeat Fan Lin, let alone the wizards in these schools.

Everyone is very clear about what happened that night. If Fan Lin can run for the election, the candidate for Hogwarts must be Fan Lin's, there is no doubt about it.

It can be said that in this way, everyone will have nothing to play.

It is impossible for the Ministry of Magic not to respond to such a thing, otherwise...

The discussion in the hall was really loud. From time to time, some people cast their fanatic gazes over, which made Fan Lin feel very uncomfortable.

You can definitely win the championship. I don't think Beauxbatons and Durmstrang guys can win against you. Harry said sincerely. Although he himself wanted to participate, but in comparison , he has more confidence in his friends.

I... Fan Lin seemed to say something, but he met Naville's warm eyes.

Obviously, as a Gryffindor, Neville is still very excited about such a thing, after all Neville is the man who can pull the Gryffindor sword out of the hat.

But when Dumbledore spoke again, the hall fell silent again.

While I know you all want to bring the Tri-Witchcraft trophy to Hogwarts, he said, the headmasters of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to put an age limit on the players this time, and only students who reach the age of— — that is, only seventeen years old or over are allowed to sign up for the election. This...

Immediately, on the other side of the painting style in the hall, everyone started to quarrel and resist. I have to say, this is very Hogwarts, directly confronting the principal.

It's not fair...

Why... it's hard to say...

Fan Lin didn't dare to look around, and some people directly brought him up to talk about the matter.

Dumbledore heard several people complaining about his words, and the Weasley twins suddenly seemed extremely angry. He raised his voice and put the end of his wand on his neck.

……Quiet……

Great amplifying spell, at least everyone was taken aback.

This is a measure we think is necessary, because no matter how we prevent it, the event will still be difficult and dangerous. Students below the sixth and seventh grades are unlikely to be able to deal with it. I will personally take action to ensure that those who are not old enough Students cannot fool our impartial judges into becoming Hogwarts champions.

His pale blue eyes blinked a few times as he saw the rebellious faces of Fred and George. So for those of you under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste your time nominating yourself.

Then Dumbledore looked at Fan Lin, who was sitting with Harry, Ron and Hermione...

Dumbledore seemed to be conveying something to him, and there was some strange luster in his deep eyes.

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang teams will be arriving in October and will be with us for the majority of the academic year and I know you will give the foreign guests all your enthusiasm and support during their stay Champions of Hogwarts, it’s getting late now, I hope you will keep a clear head in class tomorrow, it’s very important, go and rest.”

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to Mad-Eye Moody, looking as if to catch up.

Students stood up and thronged the double doors of the vestibule. There was a scraping and bang.

How could they do that? said George Weasley, who did not follow the crowd to the gate and stood staring at Dumbledore.

We'll be seventeen next April, why can't we give it a try?

They can't stop me, said Fred stubbornly, also glaring at the table above. Champions can do anything, and you won't let us do even the right thing, so there's no need for a thousand sailboats. Coin bonus!

Yeah. Ron's mind seemed to drift far away, Yeah, a thousand sailing coins...

Besides, this is not fair at all, especially for Fan Lin. Hermione said angrily, In the past time, Fan Lin has proved that he is the most powerful little wizard in Hogwarts, And I believe that it is impossible for other schools to have wizards who can fight against Fan Lin.

That's right, if Fan Lin can't become a Hogwarts warrior, then who else in Hogwarts has such qualifications? Harry nodded and said.

This is simply unreasonable, age limit? Fred was furious. Besides, there are still many idiots who are over seventeen years old. They can only pass the exam, but the Three Witches Fighting Competition...

We'll have to talk to Dumbledore, or the Ministry of Magic...they can't do that, everyone should have a chance.

Yeah, the most hopeful to win the championship but can't participate, and it's because of age. Hermione frowned.

Let's go. Fan Lin said, Stop discussing, if you don't leave, we will be the only ones left here.

In fact, it wasn't a restriction at all for him.

He could have fooled the Goblet of Fire with the Confusion Charm and thrown his name into it.

Moreover, Dumbledore can be used to stop the magic of little wizards, and Fan Lin can find many ways to deceive, bypass, or directly destroy.

Fan Lin, don't you have any opinion on the age limit? Fred said bitterly, You should be...

In fact, Fan Lin really wanted to tell Fred that this would not bother him at all, but Professor McGonagall walked over.

Mr. Fanlin Ayre, please come here, Principal Dumbledore has something to say to you. Professor McGonagall said, but in a blink of an eye, that gentle face became serious.

As for the five of you, I think you should hurry back to the common room instead of blocking the entrance of the hall. This is the hall, and first-year freshmen are reporting. You should set an example.

Professor McGonagall's stern face was still terrible.

In fact, a few people didn't dare to have any doubts at all, and leaving obediently was the right choice.

Under the supervision of Professor McGonagall, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George walked to the front hall, and they looked back at Fan Lin. Then, as soon as they went out, Fred and George argued again Dumbledore's possible method to prevent students under the age of seventeen from competing.

Why is Dumbledore looking for Fan Lin? Harry asked.

I don't know, maybe it's to explain the reason for the ban. Everyone knows that the wizards of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will not be opponents of Fan Lin. He is the best at Hogwarts. Min frowned, at least the girl's IQ was still online.

Harry nodded, this is the result that everyone agrees with, and they are friends of Fan Lin, such an honor should not be missed by Fan Lin.

It is rotated every five years, and it is not certain that there will be a next time.

However, these things can only be discussed when Fan Lin comes back.

Who is the impartial judge who decides the winner of the competition? Harry asked.

Don't know, said Fred, but they're the ones we're trying to fool, and I think a few drops of the old potion might do the trick. George . . .

But Dumbledore knows you're underage, said Ron.

Yeah, but he's not the one who decides who wins, is he? said Fred slyly. Regardless of their age, Dumbledore was just trying to keep us from saying our names.

But people died! said Hermione worriedly, and they went through a door hidden behind a tapestry and up another flight of narrow stairs.

Yeah, said Fred casually, but it was a few years ago, wasn't it?

Anyway, where's the fun without a little risk? Hey Ron, what if we avoid Dumbledore? Want to enter?

What did you say? Ron asked Harry. Of course it's fun to compete, but I think they might be older, and whether or not we've learned enough...

I definitely haven't learned enough. Neville's gloomy voice came from behind Fred and George.

But I think my grandma will ask me to try it, she always said how I should be proud of my ancestors, I have to, huh...

Neville's foot sank right on the middle step of the stairs, and there are many such traps at Hogwarts, most of the older students will jump over this special step, developing a kind of first step. Two instincts, but Neville was famously forgetful, and Harry and Ron grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out, a suit of armor panting and clanging and laughing at the top of the stairs.

Shut up, said Ron, smacking the visor of the armor as they passed.

They groped their way to the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, which was blocked behind a huge portrait of a fat lady in pink silk.

The spell? she asked as they drew closer to the entrance. Bradin Dash. Granger said, The prefect downstairs told me.

The portrait swung forward, revealing a hole in the wall through which they all crawled, and a roaring fire warmed the circulation room, which was strewn with low chairs and tables.

Casting a cold glance at the cheerfully dancing flames, they said good night and Hermione disappeared down the corridor leading to the girls' dormitories.

Harry, Ron and Neville climbed the last flight of spiral stairs to the dormitories at the top of the tower. Each of the five four-way beds had crimson curtains facing the wall. At the foot of the beds were their suitcases. Dean and Finnigan were already in bed. Finnigan hung his Irish robe over the ceiling, and Dean Eun pinned a poster of Viktor Klum to the bedside table, and his old West Ham poster was pinned to the side.

Crazy! Ron sighed, sighed at the motionless players, and shook his head.

Harry, Ron and Neville changed into their pajamas and went to bed, and someone - no doubt a school elf - placed a warming pan between the sheets. Lying in bed, listening to the sound of the storm outside, is very comfortable.

I might have to work on it, you know. Ron's sleepy voice came from the darkness. If Fred and George figured out a way to...compete...you don't know?

But Fan Lin's words...

Maybe he won't participate. There's nothing for him to do. Ron said in a daze.

But, the Three Witches Fighting Competition...

We'll have to wait for Fred and George to find a way, said Ron, over the age limit, maybe the Potion of Old Age will work.

Harry was stunned by Ron's sudden burst of potion inspiration, but...

But Harry didn't know what potion it was.

A potion that makes the human body age quickly, within the duration of the drug's effect.

Does this work?

Maybe... Me too... I just heard of it... Ron yawned, Fan Lin hadn't come back yet.

Maybe we don't have to wait for him, Hermione has already gone back to the dormitory.

Maybe she's tired. Harry replied without thinking, You know, Fan Lin slept all day today.

Ron seemed to be asleep, his voice was like a whisper.

If not...

Harry turned on the bed, and a series of striking new images flooded his mind... He had fooled the fair judge into believing that he was seventeen... He had become the champion of Hogwarts... He stood On the ground, he raised his arms in victory to the teachers and students in the school, and they all cheered and screamed... He just won the magic trio...

Zhuo's face was very clear in the blurry crowd, full of admiration and a bright smile.

Harry smiled happily on the pillow, especially glad that Ron couldn't see what he could see.