Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

When Professor Dumbledore announced the news of the Triwizard Tournament, the hall was first dead silent. When Professor Dumbledore wanted to continue speaking, a loud noise broke out in the hall.

Someone shouted, "Are you sure you're not joking? Principal Dumbledore!"

Professor Dumbledore motioned for silence, and then said, "I'm not joking, of course, but if you want to hear a joke, I have a very good one here, about a troll, a leprechaun, and a ghoul entering a pub..."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Professor McGonagall coughed loudly several times.

"Oh! It's not appropriate to talk about this now. It's not appropriate..." Professor Dumbledore reacted, glanced at Professor McGonagall with a guilty look, and then continued, "Let's talk about our Triwizard Tournament..."

For the next half hour, Professor Dumbledore talked about the origin, history, reasons for the ban, and reasons for the restart of the Triwizard Tournament.

"I believe you will have an unforgettable school year with our guests," Professor Dumbledore said gently in conclusion:

"On October 30th, the headmasters of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will bring their proud students to our Hogwarts. I believe that as a member of the Hogwarts family, you will definitely welcome them with the most perfect attitude."

"Finally, the three headmasters, including me, and all the officials of the Ministry of Magic unanimously decided that only adult wizards in the legal sense can participate in the Triwizard Tournament. In other words, only students over the age of seventeen can participate in the competition..."

"It's not fair...it's not fair...it's not fair..."

The hall was filled with boos from students, but Professor Dumbledore remained unmoved. His deep blue eyes scanned the entire hall, displaying the majesty of a headmaster.

The booing students shrank their necks and soon quieted down. Professor Dumbledore said in a gentle voice: "This is a unanimous decision of everyone and cannot be changed. The victorious warrior will win honor for his or her alma mater. He or she will personally receive 10,000 Galleons as an award from the International Federation of Magical Associations..."

The students could no longer sit still and began to whisper. "In addition," Professor Dumbledore spoke, and the hall fell silent again. "The champions representing each school will be selected on Halloween Eve by a fair and impartial judge. Well, you need to have enough energy to cope with tomorrow's classes. Go to bed, my children."

Led by the heads of the various colleges, the students left the hall in an orderly manner. Aeris and Harry followed the crowd and walked towards the Gryffindor Tower.

"Who do you think is the fair and impartial referee who selects the champions as old man Dumbledore said?" Fred was whispering with his buddies not far away.

"No matter who it is, I will definitely participate," George said. "Age is not a problem. One or two drops of aging agent can solve the problem. Let's not talk about the fame I will gain. The prize money is 10,000 gold Galleons. 10,000 gold Galleons..."

"Don't you know how the warriors will be selected?" Ron said.

Fred gave Ron a disdainful look and said, "You know what I mean."

"I do know," said Ron matter-of-factly, "the Goblet of Fire ..."

"What Goblet of Fire?" George asked puzzledly.

"Whenever the Triwizard Tournament begins, a powerful magical prop, the Goblet of Fire, will be lit," Hermione said. "The Goblet of Fire will select those who it deems qualified to participate in the competition. You really should read more books. Mrs. Weasley would not like to see you playing with your life for money..."

Fred and George waved their hands impatiently and continued to whisper with their best friends as they moved away from where Hermione was.

Hermione shook her head helplessly and said nothing more.

Even when he entered the dormitory, Ron's excitement for the Triwizard Tournament had not subsided.

Aris lay down on his four-poster bed with curtains, and Ron's chattering a few beds away could still be heard in his ears: "I think we can also participate in the competition. You know, we have experienced many adventures in the past few years. I think we can..."

Harry chatted with Ron about the Triwizard Tournament in a haphazard manner, and soon Aris fell into a deep sleep.

The first day of classes in the new semester can only be described as terrible. First, in the Herbology class, Professor Sprout asked them to squeeze out the pus from the Baboltuber (the pus from the Baboltuber can effectively treat acne on adolescent skin). Then in the Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid asked them to take care of the blast-end skrewt.

"The skrewts are still in their infancy," Hagrid said excitedly, "Let's experiment with what they eat so we can raise them up..."

"Why should we raise them?" The Slytherins, led by Draco, hid far away. The terrifying appearance of the blasting-tailed skrewt made them unwilling to approach. Draco continued, "Professor Hagrid, can't we learn about some normal magical creatures? For example... Norrington..."

The Scottish fairy dragon Norrington has grown very tall, and a strong breath of life emanates from his body. Although he is a dragon, people instinctively want to get close to him.

Norrington tilted his head, seemingly not understanding what Draco said. What was there for him to learn?

"No, Malfoy," said Hagrid, "come over here, why are you all hiding so far away?"

At Hagrid's request, the students did not have a very pleasant time with the Blast-Ended Skrewts in this Care of Magical Creatures class. Seamus even had his fingers burned by the flames sprayed by the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

"Come... this way..." Norrington said to Seamus when he saw a student was injured. Seamus hurried to Norrington's side. Norrington took a look at Seamus's injuries and exhaled green breath of life from his nostrils. The burns on Seamus' fingers were alleviated a lot. Seamus, who was grimacing in pain, also relaxed a lot. He complained in a low voice: "First it was the pus of the Babo tuber, and now it's the exploding skrewt. This day is really terrible..."

Seeing Norrington's miraculous ability, the students couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and were no longer so timid in coming into contact with the blasting-tailed skrewts. With Norrington as their amateur "nanny", the students felt more at ease.

The time passed busy and fulfilling. These days, Hermione always ate voraciously at mealtime. After quickly finishing lunch or dinner, she would run to the library and even communicated less with Aris and the others.

"What is she busy with?" Ron couldn't help asking as he watched Hermione hurried away after another hearty meal. "We don't have homework yet, do we? Why does she go to the library so often?"

Harry shook his head and shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he didn't know.

"Even though everyone is free now, hundreds of house-elves in Hogwarts are still in a state of slavery. Our Miss Know-It-All is working hard to liberate the house-elves." Aeris said slowly while chewing his favorite meal.

"Poof!" Ron sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over Neville's face. Facing Neville's resentful eyes, Ron quickly apologized: "I'm sorry... Neville... I'm so sorry..."

Neville wiped his face and said faintly: "Can't you change someone else?"

Ron fussed. "She wants to incite the house-elves in Hogwarts to strike? Or revolt?"

"Who knows?" Aeris said, "But she will definitely set up an organization like the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association..."

"She mustn't," Ron said, looking at the delicious food in front of him, "Why don't you try to persuade her, Aris!"

"With her stubborn temper, will my advice be of any use?" Aris said helplessly, "I even suggested that she consider this matter after she becomes the Minister of Magic."

"Minister of Magic?" Harry said in surprise. "You have a better chance of becoming Minister of Magic than Hermione, Aris..."

"I have no interest in power," Aeris said calmly. "I prefer a simple life to being in power. Being with my friends and family and seeing them happy and healthy is more fulfilling than becoming a minister."

Ron sighed and said nothing more. Harry saw that Ron looked depressed, so he stopped talking too.

Everyone was looking forward to Professor Moody's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When this moment came, all the students in the class sat upright in their seats in the classroom, waiting for Professor Moody to arrive.

Professor Moody limped into the classroom with a cane, his wooden leg visible through the raised hem of his robe.

Professor Moody first took out the roster and began to call the roll. After making sure that no one was absent, he said hoarsely:

"Alastor Moody, former Auror. I am here at the invitation of Headmaster Dumbledore. Any questions?" Professor Moody's normal eye did not move, but his magic eye looked at the whole class.

Facing the silence of the whole class, Professor Moody did not feel embarrassed, but continued: "Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last year: Remus, wrote to me and explained your learning progress. You have learned a lot about dark magic creatures and how to deal with them, but it is not enough..."

Professor Moody's sudden roar startled the whole class. "It's far from enough..." Professor Moody raised his voice. "Compared to dark magic creatures, dark wizards are more powerful, more cunning, and smarter than them. You must remember to be vigilant at all times..."

Professor Moody picked up the chalk and wrote a few words on the blackboard: Unforgivable Curse.

"Who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" asked Professor Moody.

Hermione raised her hand shakily.

Professor Moody: "You say, Miss Granger!"

"Three!" Hermione's voice trembled a little.

Professor Moody was writing on the blackboard again, and as he wrote he asked, "Why are these spells called that?"

"Because they are unforgivable, using any of them on humans..." said Hermione.

"You'll win a one-way ticket to Azkaban. You'd better stick your gum somewhere else, Mr. Finnigan..." Professor Moody said angrily while writing on the blackboard.

Ximo scratched his head sheepishly and complained quietly: "There are eyes on the back of my head..."

"My hearing is not bad either!" Professor Moody roared at the students, "Dumbledore believes that you are still young and should not be exposed to these things, but I don't think so. You must have a clear understanding of what you will face in the future and stay vigilant at all times..."

Professor Moody took out a small bottle with a spider in it. "Let me show you..." Professor Moody took out the spider, tapped it with his magic wand, and murmured, "Extremely large~"

The fingernail-sized spider grew to the size of a wolf spider, and Ron shrank back.

"Weasley!" said Professor Moody, with a smile on his scarred face, making it look even more hideous. Ron stood up in fear.

"After I retired, Old Weasley took good care of my life," Professor Moody said. "Three Unforgivable Curses, you say one!"

"Oh..." Ron said stutteringly, "My...my father...told me about a...Imperial Curse..."

"That's right... the Imperius Curse..." said Professor Moody, "Of course your father knows about it. When the Dark Lord was in power, this curse caused the Ministry of Magic a lot of trouble..."

"The soul is leaving the body~" Professor Moody muttered to himself, pointing his wand at the big spider, and the eight legs of the big spider began to tap dance.

As the class watched in excitement and horror, Professor Moody said, "Now that it is completely under my control, what do I want it to do next? Go down one of your throats?"

The students all shuddered.

"Or let it drown itself?" Professor Moody was exposed to the Imperius Curse. "The reason why this curse is unforgivable is that you cannot tell whether the people around you are acting on their own will. Yes, the Imperius Curse can be resisted, but it requires a strong personality. We will talk about this in the next class..."

"Next," Professor Moody said, "Longbottom, you name one!"

After Ron sat down, Neville stood up tremblingly, "I... do... do know one..." Neville said with difficulty, "The Cruciatus Curse..."

"That's right," said Professor Moody. "The Cruciatus Curse..."

"Ahem~" Professor Moody pointed his wand at the giant spider, which immediately curled up. Although it made no sound, Aeris seemed to hear its painful groan.

"Stop..." Hermione screamed.

Professor Moody looked up in confusion and saw that Hermione was not looking at him, but at Neville. Neville's expression was distorted and ferocious, and his hands were tightly grasping the edge of the desk, with his knuckles turning white, as if he was the one who was under the Cruciatus Curse.

Professor Moody stopped the Cruciatus Curse and said, "The reason why the Cruciatus Curse is unforgivable is that it causes extreme pain, like the pain of drilling your heart and bones, but you can't die or faint, you can only endure it. Many wizards have been tortured into madness by the Cruciatus Curse..." He looked at Neville with pity with his normal eye.

"There is one more," said Professor Moody. "You tell me, Miss Granger..."

Hermione shook her head in resistance, murmuring: "No...no...no..."

"Avada~cough, click~" Professor Moody pointed his wand at the big spider. A green light flashed and Harry's breathing quickened.

The big spider died completely, and there was silence in the classroom. "Avada Kedavra," said Professor Moody, "Unforgivable cause, no solution, irresistible, instant death. The only exception is in this class..." Professor Moody looked at Harry, both with his normal eyes and his magic eyes, he took out his silver hip flask and took a big sip of the contents.