Hogwarts Reading Days

The Thestral carriage stopped in front of the oak gate of the castle, and Fred, George, and Lee Jordan got out of the carriage one after another. They held up their umbrellas with their wands to block the rain above their heads, and looked at the group with The heavy rain hurried towards the students on the stone steps.

Albert picked up a Hufflepuff girl who accidentally fell to the ground, and walked into the castle with Shanna who was waiting for him.

"I read in the newspaper that something happened to the World Cup." Shanna frowned as she looked at the students who were pushing each other forward and screaming.

"Some bad things did happen." Albert picked up his wand and tapped the water bomb thrown by Peeves, turning it into a leaky balloon, "Okay, Peeves, don't make trouble here .”

"You meddlesome brat!" Peeves made a rude gesture to Albert, and giggled. He didn't know where he took out two water bombs, threw them towards the densest place of the crowd, and then It flew away with a strange laugh amidst screams.

"Peves is still so bad." Shanna looked at Peeves' leaving back, and shouted to the drenched students, "Go into the auditorium, don't crowd here."

"How did you do it?" A boy couldn't help asking.

"What can you do to make Peeves obey?"

Albert glanced sideways at the boy with light brown hair and a strong Irish accent.

As we all know, Peeves doesn't buy into anyone except Bloody Baron and Dumbledore.

"I can't make Peeves obey." Albert shook his head and said, "Go in, the sorting ceremony should start soon."

The auditorium is still the same as before, and the school has decorated it for the banquet of the new semester.

The House tables were already filled with chattering students, and Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had reserved a seat for him.The Weasley twins were chatting with Angelina and Aaliyah about the Quidditch World Cup final when Albert and Shannah passed by.

"I'm starving." Lee Jordan grabbed the knife and fork, looking eagerly at the golden dish in front of him, "I really hope they will carry out the sorting ceremony soon."

"At that time, I was nearby." Aliya said gloomily of the night of the World Cup riots: "Those evil guys in hoods and masks controlled four poor Muggles, set fires everywhere, tents in that area They were all burned, I don't know what the Ministry of Magic was doing, and they had no intention of paying financial damages. My dad was so angry that he sent Fudge a howler letter. He thought it was a mistake by the Ministry of Magic. There were magic Ministry officials were around, and there was no one to stop the riot."

"I know a little bit about this," George shared with everyone what he knew, "Percy told me that many wizards lie about property losses and try to get money from the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry found that it needed to pay a large amount of Galleons, so it decided not to carry out any..."

George's voice was drowned out by thunder from outside the castle, and a forked lightning streaked across the ceiling above everyone's heads.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the auditorium. When they crossed the lake, they were drenched by the heavy rain and trembling all over.A freshman with a different style than the others, wearing Hagrid's moleskin coat, looked very excited, as if he had just won a Quidditch match.

The freshmen stared blankly at the shabby wizard hats placed on the triangular stool in front of them.

The moment the Sorting Hat sang, the freshmen were dumbfounded, and the original auditorium gradually fell silent.

After an unheard song of the sorting hat ended, the familiar sorting ceremony officially kicked off.

It was a boring ceremony, and as a prefect, Albert needed to spend time remembering the new members of Gryffindor College.

However, the previous boy in Hagrid's cloak brought some novelty to Albert. He was telling people about how he was rescued by a giant squid after falling into the lake.

"It seems our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't come to school yet." George said, touching Albert with his arm, pointing to the vacant seat on the teacher's bench.

"Maybe, something is late."

"Who knows what kind of grades the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor needs for the improvement class?" Shanna was a little depressed, and her Defense Against the Dark Arts grades only got a good grade.

"As long as most of the courses are good, you are allowed to go to the advanced class." Angelina comforted, "Thanks to Albert who gave us supplementary lessons last semester, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester found that a group of people reached the advanced class. level, you will be amazed.”

"I hope to have a good professor. What you can learn in this class depends entirely on the professor's teaching level." Alia thinks that everyone's poor defense against the dark arts is entirely due to the professor's problem. "If there is another Lockhart For stuff like that, I don’t think it doesn’t matter if you don’t get the advanced class.”

"Don't worry, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a powerful character. It is said that he is a retired Auror." Lee Jordan, who was eating chicken legs, happily shared the good news with everyone.

"Which courses are you going to take?" Shanna asked Albert, who was buried in his food.

"The initial five courses, as well as ancient magic text and arithmetic divination." Albert said after swallowing the pork chop in his mouth and taking a big sip of his drink.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you on winning two world awards." Angelina raised the goblet to Albert.

"There is also the Order of Merlin, Third Class." Shanna also raised the goblet.

"Counting it all together, you have already won four heavyweight championships." Aliya also raised the goblet towards Albert, "Maybe, you can win another Triwizard Championship."

"I can guarantee that Albert is definitely the genius in the history of Hogwarts who can reach that height before graduation." Fred and George also raised their goblets. "You should be recorded in Hogwarts: A History."

"Honor to our genius," Lee Jordan said with a smile.

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

A strange man appeared at the entrance of the auditorium and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger's cheek. It was a battered veteran with war scars on his face. s eyes.

Yes, fake eyes.

One of the strange man's eyes was fake, and it turned up and down, left and right, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"I suddenly understand why he has the nickname Mad-Eye," Fred muttered under his breath.

"It's really suitable." Lee Jordan nodded and agreed, "Perhaps, we can learn a lot of useful knowledge this semester."

"What do you think?"

George is asking if Mad-Eye Moody is fake.

"I don't know, but it should be a magic eye with special effects." Albert looked at Moody with great interest, thinking about how to use the technology of the magic eye to study, the kind of ability to see through camouflage, invisibility, The technique of hiding magic and odd perspectives is actually quite useful. "

The others seemed to be stunned by the strange man's appearance, and all stared at him intently.

Moody seemed indifferent to everyone's reaction, walked directly to Dumbledore, shook hands with him as if treating an old friend, the two whispered a few words, and sat on Dumbledore's right empty seat.

Dumbledore happily introduced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to everyone, but except for him and Hagrid, almost no one in the auditorium applauded the new professor.

Moody didn't care, pulled a plate of sausages, and ate them with the knife in his pocket, as if the utensils on the table were smeared with poison.

Years of Auror habits made Moody instinctively look at the students in the auditorium with his magic eyes.

"What do you think he's drinking?"

Albert saw Moody take out a curved wine bottle from his travel cloak, and when he took a big sip, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Certainly not pumpkin juice," Fred speculated.

"I don't think it's pumpkin juice either." George immediately agreed.

"Of course not pumpkin juice." Lee Jordan exchanged glances with his friends, and they all felt that Moody was indeed suspicious.

If you don't know it, it's normal to think that there is wine in it, but the four of them are doubting Moody's identity, then the curved wine bottle may not necessarily be wine.

"What are you talking about?" Angelina was baffled by the four people's words.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, "I want to make some announcements."

No one really cared, the notice was basically the same every year: Filch's Prohibited Items.No one is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest.Students under the third year are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade. "

"It is with great regret that I must also inform you that the House Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year." Dumbledore continued after the noise had subsided, "I am very pleased to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be This year at Hogwarts. The headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected contenders, and the selection of the champions will take place on Halloween."

After hearing that "In addition to winning honors for your school, you can also get a bonus of [-] Galleons." Many students beamed at both sides, with "I want to participate" written all over their faces.

After all, who would give up honor and wealth?

There were whispers in the auditorium, and countless students imagined themselves as Hogwarts warriors.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "We have done a lot this summer to ensure that no one's life is in danger. However, The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of 17 will be allowed to enter. Because the Tournament is still a tough and dangerous project, no matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh years to handle it. "

Some people protested angrily after listening to Dumbledore's words.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, however, tried not to laugh. They all thought the angry protesters were stupid.

"What happened to you?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"stomachache."

"Warrior, there is only one!" Aliya said meaningfully.

"Ahem." Albert told Aliya to shut up, so as not to attract firepower for herself.

They get it.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has no problem with his mind, Albert will definitely become a warrior.

Who can beat Albert?

"The delegation of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of this school year with us." Dumbledore had to raise his voice, "I know that foreign dignitaries are staying here During this period, you will be warm and friendly, and you will wholeheartedly support the brave Hogwarts warriors."

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "We have done a lot this summer to ensure that no one's life is in danger. However, The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of 17 will be allowed to enter. Because the Tournament is still a tough and dangerous project, no matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh years to handle it. "

Some people protested angrily after listening to Dumbledore's words.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, however, tried not to laugh. They all thought the angry protesters were stupid.

"What happened to you?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"stomachache."

"Warrior, there is only one!" Aliya said meaningfully.

"Ahem." Albert told Aliya to shut up, so as not to attract firepower for herself.

They get it.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has no problem with his mind, Albert will definitely become a warrior.

Who can beat Albert?

"The delegation of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of this school year with us." Dumbledore had to raise his voice, "I know that foreign dignitaries are staying here During this period, you will be warm and friendly, and you will wholeheartedly support the brave Hogwarts warriors."

Dumbledore ended the dinner with a contentious din, sending all the students back to bed.

"Actually, I think their quarrel is meaningless." Professor McGonagall shook his head after the students left.

"I think so too. The hero of Hogwarts must be Albert." Hagrid said firmly.

"It seems that the warriors of our school have been selected." Moody, who was talking to Dumbledore, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"To be honest, I'm a little worried that other schools will request that Mr. Anderson be banned from participating in the competition on the grounds that Albert is the gold medal winner for Barnabus Finkley's excellent spellcasting technique this year." Professor Flitwick also felt that Albert Bert was a bit of a bully going into the Triwizard Tournament.

"Mr. Anderson is also a student of Hogwarts. It is completely reasonable for him to become a warrior to participate in the competition." Professor Sprout suddenly looked forward to the reaction of other schools.

Listening to the views of the professors on this matter, Barty Jr. suddenly felt that the situation was not good.

However, it was even worse.

"That guy is an absolute fake."

In Albert's dormitory, the group of four was discussing whether Moody was true or false, and the thing contained in the curved wine bottle was definitely a compound potion.

"What do you think is the purpose of the other party coming to the school disguised as Moody?" Fred was the first to ask the question.

"His target may be Harry."

"why?"

"It's very reasonable to push the unexpected things, for example, the other party is actually here to murder Harry." Fred said.

"Murder Harry? That's the absolute dumbest way to go."

"Albert, what do you think?"

"I don't know, but it is probably related to Harry." Albert said, "If Moody is really fake."

"Can it be predicted?"

No.