HP: The Shadow Returns

Chapter 122 The start of school and the Triwizard Tournament

But as power expands into new directions, some new difficulties will arise.

Many so-called local snakes have caused trouble. Sansaro does not take them seriously, but this is undoubtedly a good opportunity to hone Theodore.

In the last half month after leaving school, Theodore was somewhat satisfied with Sansaro. Although he was still a little scared after it was over, it was compared to the lost look at the beginning.

It's simply not much better.

The crimson train of Hogwarts started clanging. More than half a month later, newspapers were still reporting on the tragedy of the Quidditch World Cup.

"They are really endless. They haven't caught anything and they have to keep reporting here."

Along the way, Draco's complaining voice never stopped, and he didn't touch the fruit Pansy handed him.

"Who knew something like this would happen? The Ministry of Magic is really useless."

Daphne looked a little worried because the Greengrass family had not chosen a side from the beginning to the end, and this time if Voldemort was resurrected.

Their family will not remain neutral so easily.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it. They're all inferior Muggles anyway, huh." Draco spoke a little arrogantly, and he couldn't hide the arrogance on his face.

"Keep your voice down, you don't want the whole world to know!"

Astoria frowned. She didn't think Voldemort's return was a good thing. Of course, it was for their family.

Sansaro leaned on Theodore's shoulder with a calm expression. The two of them didn't seem to care much about anything. She raised her hand and touched the slightly green lying silkworm of the boy next to her.

"Do you know who put the dark mark?" As soon as her calm voice finished, Zabini answered.

"How is it possible to know this? None of the people here should have anything to do with what happened that night." He was still a little unsure and looked around.

"Right?"

Although Draco was proud, he was not the kind of person who couldn't see the situation clearly. He curled his lips.

"Of course, only the lowest level of people would do that kind of thing."

"I heard that the school is going to hold a very big event this year." Astoria opened a package of very delicate-looking candy and placed it on the table.

"I heard my father say that, but I forgot." Draco picked up one very unceremoniously and stuffed it into his mouth.

Daphne couldn't hold it back and rolled her eyes.

By the time they arrived at Hogsmeade Station, it was already evening, with lightning and thunder in the sky and heavy rain. The girls were extremely unhappy to brave the weather and got into the carriage all the way to the castle.

"This is the weather I hate the most! No one!" Daphne, whose shoes were wet, stamped her feet angrily.

When Zabini passed by her, he deliberately teased, "Merlin, I felt an earthquake just now. Was it you who stamped your feet? Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Go away! Blaise, shut up if you don't know how to talk to a girl!" Pansy pushed him angrily, almost pushing him into Peeves who was playing on the stairs.

After Peeves saw this, he was so cruel that he put rainwater from the ground in a bucket and poured it on them.

"Ahhh!"

Sansaro only glanced at it and then looked away, but Astoria couldn't bear to see her sister's miserable condition, so she directly hit Peeves with a confinement spell.

However, it was of no use, and it also attracted Peeves' attention.

Just when it was about to change its target and tease them, it saw Sansaro's cold expression and ran away in fear.

It's the little girl covered by Bloody Barrow!

Sansaro raised his wand expressionlessly and cleaned several people. After accepting the thanks from several people, he came to the hall with Theodore and Astoria.

Draco also came back from the savior who had just caused trouble, and he looked happy.

This semester started with the sorting ceremony for new students as usual, and there were many more little wizards on the Slytherin table.

But I didn’t see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this time.

Some students have already started discussions one after another.

"I heard they are hiring an Auror to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"real or fake"

"But Dean Snape has been applying for this position for several years."

"I don't know what Dumbledore thinks. Our dean is obviously very good."

Sansaro had heard the news a long time ago, and she also knew who it was, Alastor Moody, an Auror even crazier than a Death Eater.

Just as they were waiting for their meal to end, the man suddenly appeared, but in an extremely attractive way.

"Why did he knock open the door of the auditorium?" Astoria frowned.

Moody hobbled in with a long gray-black crutch, scars all over his face, and sparse hair hanging behind his head. Moreover, one of his eyes was made by a machine and was still there. Keep turning up, down, left and right.

"It's so different." Zabini's unbearable expression and voice fell on Sansaro's ears.

He looked at him twice. Sansaro's eyes were half-closed and her expression was indifferent. She didn't remember knowing this Auror or having any issues with him.

However, Moody made suggestions to the Ministry of Magic to crack down on black market business, but they were not adopted.

Dumbledore raised his hand and used a rich voice to draw everyone's attention away from Moody.

"Okay, kids, welcome to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Moody!"

After the fierce applause, Moody went up to shake Dumbledore's hand and sat down on the professor's long table. Snape was next to him, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Next," Dumbledore continued, "I will continue to announce several announcements. Please listen carefully!"

"It is with great regret that this year's Quidditch match has been cancelled"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of sighs from the tables of the four colleges.

"Everyone, be quiet! As for the reason for the cancellation, the reason is because there is a large-scale event that will be held within Hogwarts, starting in October, but I believe this game is not worse than the Quidditch game!"

"The Triwizard Tournament!"

Dumbledore continued to introduce everyone about the Triwizard Tournament.

They all began to have a heated discussion. After all, becoming a warrior and being able to win supreme honors for your school and college was an unprecedented honor.

"So the school for the Triwizard Tournament is co-organized by the three largest magic schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang!"

"I will definitely participate in this competition." Draco raised the corners of his lips, his face full of pride.

"I think Senior Nasitan can do it too!" Astoria, who is self-aware, directly recommended Sansaro.

And it wasn't just her, many Slytherin students thought so, but Dumbledore's next words broke their illusions.

"However, the Ministry of Magic and the school agree that for the safety of students, we need to set an age limit. Only wizards over 17 years old can participate in this competition!"

"This is bullshit!"

"It's shit!"

The Weasley twins yelled extremely unconvinced.

"This is outrageous!" Astoria felt indignant on behalf of Sansaro, although she herself said nothing.

Because her attention was entirely on Moody, Sansaro was sure that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was watching her all the time.

Could it be Dumbledore's request? Her dark eyes flickered and she looked at Theodore vaguely.

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