HP meets at Hogwarts

When Ann had eaten and drank enough, Dumbledore stood up again.The humming of voices in the hall stopped suddenly, only the beating of strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we have all eaten and drank enough, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to announce."

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, wants me to tell you that this year, a few more items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 seven items. , can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it."

He continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that the forbidden forest on the other side of the venue is not allowed to enter by students, and the Hogsmeade village, all students under the third grade are not allowed to visit."

"I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

"What?" Many people were surprised.

Dumbledore continued: "This is because a large event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. I It's a great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

Just then, there was a deafening roar of thunder, and the auditorium door slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, when suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling.

The lightning illuminated the man's face very vividly, and every inch of the skin on the man's face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked opening, and the place where the nose should be protruding was missing.And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and sparkling; the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue.The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—later, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, All you can see is a big white eyeball.

The stranger walked up to Dumbledore.He held out a hand, which was also scarred like his face.Dumbledore shook his hand and said something in a low voice that Harry didn't catch.He seemed to be asking the stranger something, but the stranger shook his head without a smile and answered in a low voice.Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to take an empty seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, brushed his long gray hair from his face, and pulled a plate of sausages, holding them up to his mutilated nose, and sniffing them.He took a pocketknife from his pocket, poked it through the end of a sausage, and ate it.His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue eye was still constantly moving around in its socket, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

"Moody? My God, is it him?" whispered voices from the long Slytherin table.

"I heard that Professor Dumbledore and Moody are old friends..." Fanny said, she glanced at Moody, "Almost half of the people in Azkaban were captured by him, he is a very Great Auror..."

"Well..." Ann said, "If he is very good, then this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be very rewarding?"

Fanny shrank her neck and said hesitantly, "I'm not sure, my dad said that after Moody retired... a little, uh. Suspicious..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said," he smiled and looked at the many students in front of him, who were still staring at Mad-Eye Moody, "in the next few months, we will be very honored to host a A fantastic event, one that has not been held in over a century. It is with great pleasure that I report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" exclaimed Fred Weasley.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium ever since Moody walked in was suddenly broken.Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore smiled appreciatively.

"I'm not kidding, Mr Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I did hear a very funny one about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, all of them into the same tavern..."

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Oh—that's probably not the right time to say that...not the right..." said Dumbledore. "Where did I just say that? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... some of you don't know that yet." What the hell is going on in this contest, so I hope those who know the situation will forgive me for explaining a little bit here, and I will allow their minds to wander for a while."

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly rivalry between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic items. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that it is the friendship between young wizards from different countries. It was an excellent way—but then, the death toll was too high, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

There was a buzzing of thin, excited discussions in the auditorium.

"There have been several attempts to revive the Tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports believe that another attempt should be made. The time has come. We have done a lot this summer to make sure that no one of the Warriors lives is in danger."

“In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to select warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most eligible to compete. Three-strong cup, to win honor for one's own school, and one thousand Galleons for the individual."

There was an uproar, hearing that there were honors and such a generous bonus, many people from the four colleges began to gear up, and similar voices of "I want to participate" came and went.

But Dumbledore waved his hand and spoke again, and the hall fell silent again.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," he said, "however, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there will be an age cut-off for this year's competitors. —that is, students over the age of seventeen—are allowed to enroll for consideration. We feel," Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words.

"This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it. I will guarantee that none of them are insufficient." Students of this age deceive our impartial judges and become Hogwarts warriors." His blue eyes flashed meaningfully as he glanced over many rebellious faces, "So if you are under 17, I beg you not to waste your time filing an application."

“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!"

Dumbledore sat down and turned to Mad-Eye Moody.There was a clack, clack, ping, ping, ping, pong, and bang in the dining room. The students stood up one after another, rushed to the two opposite doors, and entered the hall.

"Ann, who do you think will be the impartial umpire who judges who is a warrior?" Fanny asked as she walked beside Ann.

Ann yawned and said indifferently, "I don't know, maybe it's Dumbledore himself? Or maybe it's the principals of the three schools together? Anyway, we are not qualified to participate... Just treat it as a lively scene... We Go back quickly, I'm so sleepy..."

The next morning, the storm died down, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still clouded with gloom.On the first day of school, Anzhun sat at the long desk and was checking her schedule.

Fanny glanced at Ann's schedule, "Ann, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with the schedule?"

"Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is on Thursday, with Gryffindor..." Ann said, looking at the timetable.

Fanny also looked at her timetable, nodded and said, "Yes, that's right."

"There are four more classes with Gryffindor this school year...Protection of Magical Creatures, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Potions. There are a total of seven compulsory courses, and four of them are together. The chances are too high. Is it high..."

"Maybe we're meant to be with them?" said Fanny. "We've got a class on the Care of Magical Creatures together this afternoon..."

Hagrid stood outside the cabin door, one hand on the collar of his huge hound, Fang.On the ground beside his feet, there were a few open wooden boxes. Fangya whimpered and struggled to grab the collar, as if he wanted to examine the contents of the boxes carefully.As Ann and Fanny approached, a strange rattling sound reached their ears, and now and then there were faint explosions.

"Good morning!" said Hagrid to the class. "This year we're tasked with taking care of a fantastic animal you've never seen before, and you don't want to miss this one—the snail!"

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.Everyone looked into the box, "Disgusting!" Pansy screamed and jumped back a few steps.There are not a few classmates who have the same action as her, and there are also a few girls in Gryffindor who stay away from the box.

The snails looked like deformed and shelled lobsters. They were gray and slimy, and they looked terrible, with many legs sticking out in all directions, and it was impossible to see where the heads were.There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, bumping dazedly against the walls of the box.They also had a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.Every now and then a few sparks would shoot off the tail of a snail, and with a soft snap the snail would be pushed forward a few inches.

"Just hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "you can raise them yourself! We can have a big project!"

"Why do we raise them?" said a icy voice, and Malfoy said, standing a few steps away from the crate, with Crabbe and Goyle giggling beside him, appreciating his words.

The whole class looked at Hagrid, but Hagrid seemed stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" Malfoy asked. "What are they for?"

Hagrid opened his mouth as if thinking desperately.After pausing for a few seconds, he said gruffly, "That's for next lesson, Malfoy. You just feed them today. Well, you're going to try feeding them a few different things, I haven't raised them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat, so I prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes—try a little of each to see if they eat it."

Anne cast a disgusted look at the greasy and sticky frog livers and densely packed ant eggs placed next to the box, then Ann and Fanny looked at each other, took a few steps away from the box, and let Gryffin More students go first.

"Ouch!" Dean Thomas screamed about 10 minutes later, "It hurts me!"

Hagrid hurried to his side, looking a little flustered.

"Its tail exploded!" Dean huffed, showing Hagrid a burn on his hand.

Ann pulled Fanny a little further away.

"Ah, yeah, that's what can happen when they blow up," said Hagrid, nodding his head.

"Disgusting!" Lavender complained again. "It's disgusting, Hagrid. What's that pointy thing on it?"

"Ah, some of them have thorns," said Hagrid excitedly (Lavender hastily pulled his hands away from the box), "I guess those thorny ones are males... the females have sucker-like things on their bellies . . . I think they probably suck blood."

"Oh, of course I understand why we're trying to keep them alive," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want a pet that could burn, sting, and bite?"

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless." Hermione retorted, "Dragon's blood has magical effects, but would you like to keep a dragon as a pet, huh?"

Most of the Gryffindors laughed in solidarity with Hermione.Malfoy snorted, turning his head away.An hour later, the get out of class bell rang.

Ann quickly threw all the frog livers in one hand into the box, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly to the castle with Fanny, and took out a tissue from her schoolbag with the other hand to wipe her hands.

"Do you think it's true that when a snail grows up it can be found to have miraculous properties?" asked Fanny.

Ann threw the tissue into a trash can, and the stone trash can happily ate the trash, "Fanny, you didn't realize that Hermione was just trying to shut Malfoy's mouth, right? In fact Draco is right this time, I think the snail is probably a new species created by Hagrid himself, and it is very dangerous..."

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Today's chapter is a manuscript, and the author at this moment should be a grandmother in the country.A remote small village.