The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Link actually has a bad opinion of Mad-Eye Moody.

This is not entirely because of the bad image of the other party, but also because the other party is disguised by Barty Jr. in the original work to plan the resurrection of Voldemort.

Of course, in the original book, little Barty was not attacked by Link on the night of the Quidditch World Cup, nor was he rescued by the mysterious shadow men.

So Link is not sure whether the Moody in front of him is still Barty pretending to be.

However, this does not affect his vigilance.

Thinking so, Link's eyes turned to Mad-Eye Moody on the faculty seat, and his eyes became deep at the same time.

Moody's magic eye seemed to sense Link's spying, and quickly turned around to look at Link.

After a long time, the two separated their eyes.

At this moment, perhaps unable to bear the awkward atmosphere any longer, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said again:

"Where did I just say that? Oh! That's right! Over the next few months, we will be honored to host a wonderful event that has not been held in more than a century. I am very happy I would like to inform you again that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Merlin's beard, it's... crazy that they actually plan to do this!"

Cedric, who had just been furious because of the cancellation of the Quidditch Academy Cup, was now stunned. He murmured and slumped back into his seat.

There were many people in the auditorium who had a similar reaction to Cedric. The dull atmosphere that had been hanging over the auditorium just because of Moody's sudden intrusion was swept away, and almost everyone was talking excitedly.

"Wait a minute! What's going on with the Triwizard Tournament? Why do you all seem to know about it, but I don't! Someone come and explain it to me!"

John was going crazy too.

He shouted while shaking Cedric and Link's arms, looking anxious.

Helpless, Link could only push him back to his seat, and then pointed at Dumbledore, indicating that Dumbledore would definitely explain.

Sure enough, when the atmosphere in the auditorium reached a climax, Dumbledore said:

"I guess some of you don't know what this tournament is all about. So I hope those of you who know the situation will forgive me for explaining it a little bit.

The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago.It is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe.The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.Each school will select a warrior, and then three warriors will compete in three magic projects.Generally speaking, the Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that this is an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to build friendships.But then the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted because there were too many deaths. "

"death toll?"

John lowered his voice and said uneasily in Link's ear, "Why do people die in a game?"

"Because this is actually a war, a war to compete for the title of the number one magic school in Europe." Link said without looking back, "Each of the three schools selects the strongest one, and then let these three people Fighting each other in a carefully arranged arena, the only winner will become the No. 1 school that all wizards in Europe want to attend in the next five years. This is the truth of the Triwizard Tournament.

Such a fight will lead to the death of a large number of elite students. In this era of declining wizard population, it is inevitable to be stopped by the International Magic Association. "

Hearing this, John shuddered. It seemed as if there really was a scene in front of him of those amazing and talented wizards being locked up in a gladiatorial arena, fighting to the death for that false name.

Even Cedric beside him couldn't help but glance at Link.

But he made no rebuttal.

Because what Link said is indeed true.

"People have been trying to revive the Triwizard Tournament for centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but they have all failed. However, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic believe that it is not feasible to revive the Triwizard Tournament." The time is ripe for a try. We've done a lot this summer to ensure that no warrior's life is in danger.

In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked competitors, and the ceremony to select the warriors will be held on Halloween.An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to become warriors and bring honor to their school, with the winning individual also receiving a thousand Galleons bonus. "

As soon as Dumbledore said this, the atmosphere in the auditorium became even more heated.

Everyone is excited to become a warrior and participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Of course, this is not entirely to help Hogwarts deserve the honor, but also for the prize of one thousand galleons.

This is a huge sum of money!

Brothers like George and Fred were already so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

In the entire auditorium, probably only the small group of people around Link showed some silence.

There is no way, Link just said the Triwizard Tournament was too scary.

"I know you all aspire to be a Hogwarts Champion," Dumbledore said, "but the Ministry of Magic and participating schools have agreed to set an age limit for this year's contenders. Only students over 17 are allowed. Sign up. This measure is necessary because the events of the competition are still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is simply impossible for students below sixth or seventh grade to handle it. I will personally guarantee that no one is enough. Young students are able to fool our impartial judges and become Hogwarts champions."

Dumbledore glanced in Harry's direction, his blue eyes shining meaningfully.

“A delegation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will be with us for most of the school year. I know you will all behave when our foreign dignitaries stay here. Warm and friendly, and once the champion of Hogwarts is finally selected, you will support him or her wholeheartedly. Well, it's getting late, and it's important that you walk into class fresh and clear tomorrow morning. Go Go to bed! Hurry up!"

After saying this, Dumbledore ignored the roaring protests in the auditorium, sat down and began to talk to Moody about what to write.

The students also stood up one after another under the leadership of their respective prefects and began to leave the auditorium.

"Phew! I'm so glad that I'm not yet seventeen years old!" John said with emotion as he followed Link, "Otherwise they might choose me to be a warrior, and I don't want to be locked in a cage. Fight with others here!"

John's words were echoed by many Hufflepuffs.

Despite Dumbledore's repeated assurances, the honest Hufflepuffs could not fully believe that the Triwizard Tournament was safe.

For Hufflepuffs, stability is the most important thing.

They can just watch the Triwizard Tournament.

As the new prefect, Link, who was leading the way at the front, was a little dumbfounded when he heard this.

If possible, he really wanted to laugh at John's overestimation, because the only condition for selecting warriors in each school was actually combat prowess.

Under this rule, senior students have a natural advantage over junior students.

So even if there is no age limit, a fifth grader like John will never become a warrior.

After smashing his mouth, Link finally swallowed his words.

But just because he didn't say it, it didn't mean that others could bear it.

The Slytherin team was not far from Hufflepuff, and many people heard John's words.

Draco laughed out loud immediately.

He smiled and deliberately said loudly:

"Look! There's an arrogant guy here who actually thinks he can be selected as the Hogwarts Warriors. He's still glad that there is an age limit. It's so funny! He doesn't even urinate to show off his virtues!"

As soon as this was said, the entire Slytherin team burst into laughter.

John's face turned red from suppressing it, and he immediately left the group, glaring at Draco as if he would rush forward the next moment.

Many people on the Hufflepuff side couldn't help but lower their heads. Maybe they had the same idea as John just now, or they were glad that they couldn't express this idea like John.

In short, there were only a few people who stood up with John, only a few people from the Quidditch school team.

"Do you dare to say what you just said again?"

John said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched tightly.

"You are an arrogant person! So what if you say it again? You can still..."

Draco's voice died suddenly as John rushed forward.

Unfortunately, the two followers around him, Goyle and Crabbe, were already prepared and had already stepped forward to grab John's arm.

Seeing this, the Quidditch players behind John also rushed forward.

A fight is about to begin!

"Stop me all!"

At this moment, a loud shout stopped everyone's movements.

Link quickly walked out of the crowd. With a flick of his wand, Goyle, Crabbe and other Slytherins were thrown back into the Slytherin team, knocking down a large number of people and letting out a series of painful screams.

John and the others were also imprisoned in place.

Giving John a reassuring look, Link slowly walked up to Draco.

At this time, Link was already a head taller than Draco. He was looking at Draco condescendingly at such a close distance, which made Draco feel tremendous pressure, and his body couldn't help but start to tremble. stand up.

"You seem to have forgotten the lessons I gave you. It seems it's time to find a time for you to review them!"

A faint blue light appeared in Link's eyes.

The moment he saw this blue light, Draco immediately recalled the previous situation when Link held him in front of the Slytherin lounge door and tortured him with the Bladder Explosion Curse. He couldn't help but feel bursts of pain in his lower abdomen. dull pain.

This made Draco involuntarily cover his belly and said tremblingly:

"No, don't! You can't, my dad is..."

Link didn't speak, but turned sideways to let John behind him.

"I, I was wrong. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those words. I just couldn't hold it back for a moment. Please forgive me."

Draco stumbled and apologized to John, his attitude changing so quickly that John was stunned for a moment.

Not only him, but the Slytherin team originally named Zheng Huan was also silent at this time, and everyone was watching all this with cold eyes.

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Even when Link glanced at the Slytherin team, many of them showed flattering smiles.

This made Link want to laugh.

The glory of Slytherin is undoubtedly bright, and it symbolizes all the qualities that a true noble should have.

Nobility, universal love, wisdom, not pedantic, dare to draw the sword to the stronger...

But under the guidance of Voldemort and the strong pressure of the Ministry of Magic, Slytherin's so-called noble glory has been transformed into a discriminatory arrogance against mixed blood and Muggle blood.

The so-called ambition, shrewdness, sizing up the situation, being prudent in protecting oneself and putting victory first have also been misinterpreted as despicable and shameless unscrupulous means and bullying.

Today's Slytherins have long abandoned their former glory, and Slytherin House has become a breeding ground for cultivating refined egoists.

These people are shameless and fearless, and all they can see is more and more benefits.

The fact that a stupid guy like Draco can be favored by some people in Slytherin is the best proof.

Those people only followed Draco for the sake of the Malfoy family, hoping to get enough benefits from him.

And now, when Link stands in front of them as the more powerful heir to the Foley family, they will naturally abandon Draco and show their own hypocritical smiles to Link.

In fact, isn't the treasure Slytherin left behind Slytherin itself?

Isn't every current student of Slytherin House the heir of Slytherin?

But if Slytherin himself could see these current heirs, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life, right?

Link shook his head with some emotion, withdrew his gaze, looked at Draco again and said coldly:

"Insult a classmate with discriminatory language, 20 points will be deducted from Slytherin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of rustling sounds of decreasing gems came from Slytherin's gem hourglass not far away.

Deducting college points is a new right given to Link by his status as prefect.

John's anger had subsided by this time, while Draco shrugged his head and slowly wanted to retreat to his team.

However, at this time, a somewhat harsh voice suddenly sounded.

"I don't think it's okay to only deduct 20 points for such behavior." Moody limped over and pointed at Draco and said, "Slytherin will deduct another 30 points! In addition, you kid must also If you want to be detained for one night, well, it will be implemented tomorrow night."

Draco was afraid of Link, but that didn't mean he would obey Moody, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Hearing this, he said angrily with red eyes:

"You will regret it, my father is Lucius Malfoy!"

"Ah! Malfoy! I remember him!" Moody said with a ferocious smile, "When he was still a Death Eater, he was chased and beaten by me, and he even begged me for mercy. Of course, I didn't let him go in the end! He is an old friend of mine. Son, tell your father that I am still staring at him and ask him not to show any clues! Do you understand? "

Draco was speechless and stood there shaking like chaff.

Perhaps feeling a little bored, Moody looked at Link again and said seriously:

"Your father is an old friend of mine too. I'll be watching you too, so you'd better be honest, Link Foley!"

After saying that, Moody threw up his sleeves and walked away, leaving only the Slytherin gem hourglass still rustling.