I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Under Professor Snape's 'suggestion', Gryffindor and Slytherin have scored 250 points together even though the term has not officially started, and the dinner party has not even started... Reversely leading the Academy Cup points list.

As expected of the most stern and selfless teacher at Hogwarts, Rove will be the first to say that Snape favors Slytherin in the future!

The news quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, and the cheerful little lions and little snakes fell silent.

But the smile didn't disappear, it was transferred to the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.

Professor Flitwick also smiled. He raised his glass and touched Professor Sprout knowingly.

Seeing the two open champagne so early, Dumbledore almost didn't hold back, and was even more surprised in his heart:

What's the matter with Severus? How did you start to kill eight hundred enemies and lose one thousand yourself?

Hufflepuff has won the House Cup for three consecutive years, and if they want to die together, they should go find it!

The deduction of points for this school year came earlier than before, which also made Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, very heartbroken.

She waited for three years and three years, three years later and three years... It was almost ten years, and she could become the headmaster of Hogwarts no matter how hard she waited, and Gryffindor House hadn't won the house cup yet.

But the start comes with a negative one-hundred-point buff, just like playing basketball. The opponent leads by 20 free throws at the start.

After the song ended, the audience cheered thunderously, only Professor McGonagall did not applaud, and was still secretly sad.

The Sorting Hat saw Professor McGonagall's expression was not right, so he asked:

Little Greg, what's wrong with you? Is the song I sing so bad?

No. Professor McGonagall sighed softly, I'm just a little upset.

Tell me, tell me about any little girl's troubles, it makes me happy... Ah bah, help you share your worries. The Sorting Hat put on the appearance of a caring big sister.

When Professor McGonagall heard the Sorting Hat say little girl, he couldn't help but twitched his lips, but at the age of the Sorting Hat, everyone is a child.

She quickly talked about the Academy Cup.

That's it? The Sorting Hat laughed and said, Don't you just want to win the Academy Cup? I have an idea so that you will definitely get the Academy Cup this year.

What idea?

Haven't the last three years of the House Cup been taken away by Hufflepuff House? The Sorting Hat grinned and said:

You transferred to their college to be the dean... oh, the dean is already Sprout, so why not become the deputy dean!

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He joined the Sorting Hat when he heard that he couldn't beat it. Professor McGonagall really wanted to marinate it with potatoes and wash it with the water from the Black Lake in 1982.

Professor McGonagall ignored the sorting hat. She picked up the list and let the freshmen come in.

She also prayed secretly, hoping that this year's Gryffindor would also have a fierce man like Rove.

But in the middle of the sorting, there was a deafening thunder outside the window, and then, 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.

Such a cool appearance naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking towards the staff desk.

Heck, heck, every step he took, the wooden prosthetic under his feet would create a hollow sound that echoed in the auditorium.

He went straight to the end of the guest table, turned to the right, and limped towards Dumbledore.

Another flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the man's face extremely vividly:

Its face seemed to have been carved out of a piece of rotten wood. It was scarred, with a large askew mouth and a large piece of its nose had been gouged out.

The most frightening thing is his eyes, one is small and black; the other is big, round like a coin, and it is a vivid bright blue.

For a moment, the entire auditorium fell silent.

The stranger came up to Dumbledore, who held out a hand that was also scarred like his face.

The two shook hands lightly, and Dumbledore asked, Is the journey going well, Alastor?

It's all right, Albus. The only danger is thunder, said Alastor Moody in a low, hoarse voice.

It will block the sound of other people casting spells. The only benefit that a rainy day like this can bring is that it saves you the trouble of taking a bath.

That's good, let's sit down and rest for a while, and dinner will be served soon.

Dumbledore motioned for Moody to take an empty seat on the right, and the sorting resumed.

But no one paid attention to the freshman, and everyone stared at this terrifying-looking man intently.

After the sorting was over, Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile, Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

My longtime friend—Professor Moody.

Everyone applauded sparsely, because the crooked Moody's appearance was really scary, which made the students fearful.

Moody didn't pay attention, but kept looking around, especially the blue eye that kept moving, turning up and down, left and right, and then turned back and got into the inside of the head. Everyone could only see one Big white eyes.

The sight was even more terrifying.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued: There is a second thing, the Quidditch competition will be canceled this year.

The students all hummed, hissing like small flames.

Hogwarts has very few entertainment facilities. Apart from Quidditch, there are only niche games such as Gobstones and Wizard Chess... and now it is not held?

They all gaped and stared at Dumbledore silently, as if too surprised to speak.

If there is no game, what are we going to play? George said loudly.

Are you going to let go of the prank toys? Fred continued.

No, Mr. Weasley. Dumbledore said with a smile:

Not only will it not be released, but dozens of prohibited items will be added, such as the screaming ball in your hand, and the flying saucer with teeth-don't hide-are prohibited items.

The students all laughed, and Professor McGonagall gave George and Fred a hard look, and then walked quickly towards them, ready to collect the prohibited items.

The two showed expressions of wanting to cry but without tears.

Although there will be no Quidditch competitions, there is still a large event, which will start in October and continue throughout the school year, and will take up a lot of your time and energy.

Dumbledore continued:

That's right... I'm very happy to tell everyone that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!

Are you kidding?! Fred exclaimed.

Dumbledore smiled slightly.

I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley, but since you mentioned jokes, I did hear a very funny one about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all went into the same tavern ...

Professor McGonagall, who got the Screaming Ball and the Toothy Saucer, cleared his throat loudly.

Oh, it's probably inappropriate to say this now, said Dumbledore, Some of you don't know what this Tournament is all about.

So, I hope those in the know will forgive me for explaining a little bit here, and I allow their brains to wander for a while.

Dumbledore quickly introduced the Triwizard Tournament.

Past death tolls were also highlighted.

The death toll here naturally does not only refer to the three warriors, but also professors and spectators.

A lot of people die after watching a game, so it is indeed normal that it was suspended for more than a century.

But the students in the auditorium were not worried. People who died more than a hundred years ago have nothing to do with them.

Just as Dumbledore was coming to the end of his speech, the door of the auditorium was knocked open for the second time today.

Snape came in all wet, followed by Harry, Ron, Malfoy and his two little followers.

Damn Fucker! Snape scolded angrily:

I searched twenty miles to find these five little bastards! I almost drowned in the black lake!!

This Faker's hell, I won't go out to find someone no matter what I say...kill me...kill me and won't go out!

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