Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

After Draco left, there was some silence in the compartment, and Neville was about to leave.

Aeris stuffed some snacks into Neville's hands and said to him, "Don't tell anyone about the Triwizard Tournament, okay? We're not supposed to know."

Neville nodded and left silently.

Seeing Ron's face full of longing, Hermione said sharply: "The Triwizard Tournament is very dangerous, Ron, you shouldn't have unrealistic ideas."

"You don't know what I'm thinking!" Ron said absentmindedly.

Hermione wanted to say something, but Aerys spoke first, "Well, Hermione, if the Goblet of Fire thinks Ron is qualified to participate in the competition, we have no reason to stop him."

"But he's playing with his own life..." Hermione said stubbornly.

Aeris whispered in Hermione's ear, "Don't worry too much. There are many people in Hogwarts who are better than us. If we only choose one champion from the school, the probability of it being Ron is close to zero."

"What are you whispering about?" Ron looked at Aris and Hermione in confusion, and then said, "Come on, Hermione, you are just my friend, not my mother."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but Ron didn't care and enthusiastically discussed the Triwizard Tournament with Harry, but Harry obviously had no interest.

The Hogwarts Express slowly stopped. This time, some students were reluctant to leave the train because it was raining heavily outside. The weather was very unusual. It was the first time that Aires had seen such heavy rain.

After the students reluctantly got off the train, Eris waved his wand, and a "rainproof barrier" with a diameter of ten meters appeared above his head with him as the center, just like opening a huge invisible umbrella. Within a radius of ten meters one meter above Eris' head, the heavy rain falling from the sky would be automatically avoided.

Many students' eyes lit up, and they all gathered towards Aeris. Hagrid's loud voice rang out as usual: "First-year students... First-year students, come this way..."

Hagrid, wearing a large waterproof cloak and holding a bright oil lamp in his hand, said hello to Aeris and Harry hurriedly, then walked away with a group of first-year students who were in a mess due to the rain.

"Gublay fire?" Aeris murmured to himself. The flame in the oil lamp that Hagrid was holding was very unusual. It was small but extremely bright. It was obviously a magical flame. Aeris felt the magical fluctuations of Professor Dumbledore from the flame and was sure that it was the eternal flame: Gublay fire.

Aes was speechlessly carried away by the crowd and walked towards the carriage. In order to avoid the rain, he was almost surrounded by the crowd.

The students were so eager to get on the carriages that no one wanted to be wet in the rain. The carriage that Aris, Harry, Hermione and Ron got on was almost the last one in the convoy.

As Aesop also entered the carriage, the "rainproof barrier" dissipated, and the carriage team drove towards the castle in a mighty manner.

When the students entered the castle, they met the mischievous Peeves, who filled balloons with rain water, made the balloons into "rain bombs", and threw them at the students.

A "rain bomb" was thrown towards Aeris and the others. Aeris waved his wand and the "rain bomb" burst. The rain inside enveloped Peeves. The rain that enveloped Peeves was like a hot air balloon, floating farther and farther out of the castle. Peeves' cursing voice could be faintly heard.

"Maybe this will teach it a lesson!" Aeris said after putting away his wand. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement. In the distance, Professor McGonagall waved to the students, signaling them to hurry into the hall.

After sitting down at the Gryffindor table, the classmates chattered with each other. Harry's little fanboy Colin greeted Harry: "Hello, Harry, my brother Dennis is also going to school this year. Can you pray with me? Pray that Dennis can get into Gryffindor."

"Of course, Colin," Harry turned to Ron and asked, "Brothers should be able to go to the same house. The seven of you brothers are all in Gryffindor."

Ron shrugged his shoulders, and Hermione said, "Not necessarily. The Patil twins, one went to Ravenclaw and the other to Gryffindor."

When the embarrassed first-year students entered the auditorium, Professor McGonagall presided over the Sorting Hat to recite the poem it created this year, and then sorted the houses...

Harry and Ron's stomachs were growling. Ron's attention was not on the sorting at all. He was staring at the plate in front of him.

"I really hope they'll hurry up..." Ron muttered to himself and Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly.

Professor McGonagall: "Denis Clivell~"

The Sorting Hat: "Good, very good, Gryffindor."

Aeris applauded along with the Gryffindors, but Ron's applause was a little perfunctory.

"This way, Dennis~" Colin shouted.

Dennis sat down next to Colin and said excitedly: "Colin, Colin, I fell into the lake while I was on a boat, but a big octopus rescued me."

"That's cool," said Colin. "See that boy? That's Harry Potter..."

Aeris chuckled. "Octopus?" Aeris muttered thoughtfully.

The sorting lasted for quite a while. When it was finally over, Professor Dumbledore stood up with his arms spread out, as if he wanted to embrace all the students.

"Enjoy your dinner!" said Professor Dumbledore with a smile.

"That's what I've been waiting for!" Harry and Ron said in unison, and began to devour the various delicious dishes that appeared out of nowhere.

Aeris also enjoyed the sumptuous dinner leisurely. Hermione chatted with the ghost Nick about the topic of house-elves. After a few words, Hermione angrily pushed the food in front of her away.

Aeris smiled and pulled the remaining food of Hermione in front of him. Facing Hermione's fiery eyes, Aeris said, "Are you upset about the treatment of house-elves?"

"You think they deserve to be treated this way?" Hermione said angrily.

"Of course not," said Aris, "but what can we, underage wizards, change? You can change these things when you become Minister of Magic."

Hermione said in surprise: "I...no...no...I have never thought about it...I always felt that the position of Minister of Magic is very suitable for you..." Hermione's voice became lower and lower.

"Me?" Aris said with a smile, "Don't joke, I would rather be a wizard like Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione smiled sweetly. At this time, the dessert was served. Aries placed several exquisite desserts in front of Hermione. "Only when you fill your stomach can you have the strength to realize your ideals. What do you think, Miss Know-it-all?"

Hermione put the pudding into her mouth with a delicate spoon and squinted her eyes in happiness.

After the dessert disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again. He said gently, "Welcome, old students and new students, welcome to join this big family."

Professor Dumbledore paused, then continued:

"Before you get all worked up, I'd like to announce some rules. First, our gatekeeper, Mr. Filch, has listed a list of prohibited items. Students who have questions, please go to his office to check."

"Secondly, entry into the Forbidden Forest is strictly prohibited..." Professor Dumbledore glanced at Fred and George with his azure eyes, "No matter if you are a new student or an old student..."

"Finally, this year's Quidditch competition is cancelled..."

This sentence made the quiet hall noisy. Harry and Ron looked unhappy. Members of the Quidditch team from every college protested loudly.

"Quiet, please!" Professor Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded, carrying a powerful soothing magic, and the hall fell silent.

"Hogwarts will hold a grand event this year," said Professor Dumbledore. "Because of this event, the professors will not have extra energy to support other activities. This event is..."

Before Professor Dumbledore could finish his words, the small door behind the guest of honor opened and a man with gray hair, scars all over his face and a spinning magical eye limped in.

The moment that person came in, the magical ceiling in the auditorium began to fluctuate violently, as if a hurricane was brewing.

The man waved his wand, and the magical ceiling soon calmed down. He shook hands with Professor Dumbledore, like two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

"This stupid ceiling..." the man muttered.

The man sat down quickly, pulled the remaining sausages and bacon in front of Professor Snape, sniffed them lightly, and then put them into his mouth without any hesitation.

Professor Snape looked very unhappy, but he didn't say anything.

The man ignored the pumpkin juice on the table, but took out a silver wine jug from his pocket and took a big sip.

Professor Dumbledore said, "Next, I would like to introduce to you our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor: the former Auror, Professor Alastor Moody."

After that, Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands, and so did Hagrid. Aries nudged Hermione and Harry on both sides with his elbows and clapped his hands symbolically. Only sparse applause came from the Gryffindor table.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" Ron said. "He is recognized as the most powerful Auror. My father said that more than half of the prisoners in Azkaban were captured by him."

Looking at Moody who was drinking from his own flask, Harry asked curiously, "What do you think he's drinking?"

"Iced pumpkin juice!" Aeris said faintly.

The friends smiled noncommittally and said nothing more.

Professor Dumbledore continued: "This year Hogwarts will host a grand event: the Triwizard Tournament..."