Adventures of the Prince of HP

The little wizards arrived at Hogwarts, and it was the same process as before, except that after the dinner this year, Dumbledore announced that the Quidditch game would be cancelled. When everyone was downcast, the old man said again, "Because this year Hogwarts Gevoz will host a grand event in October—the Triwizard Tournament!"

The little wizards were all whispering, and soon those who knew it spread to others.

At this time, the door opened suddenly, and a wizard with a very attractive appearance came in. His right eye was intact, but there was a magic eye on the left, which was spinning around. He was leaning on a cane, but his walking speed was slow. Slowly, Alan noticed what appeared to be metal on one of his feet.

Dumbledore stepped forward to hug him and introduced to everyone, "This is your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this semester, Professor Alastor Moody!"

Everyone reluctantly clapped their hands. Moody's aura was too impressive. He stood there with a terrifying aura lingering all over his body. The magic eye kept turning, looking at Harry and then at Alan. Picking up the small wine bottle that he carried with him, he raised his head and took a sip.

Dumbledore smiled and let Moody take the seat, and then continued, "Then, let's continue just now. In fact, the Triwizard Tournament began 700 years ago. It is the three major magic schools-Hogwarts, Durmster Long and Beauxbatons, a friendly competition in which each school selects a warrior to compete in, the three schools rotate every five years, but it has not been held for more than a century because of the high number of deaths gone."

The students in the hall whispered excitedly.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to bring back the game," continued Dumbledore, "without success, however, our Ministry of Magic's Department of International Cooperation and Magical Competitions has decided that the time is ripe for a resumption, and therefore— —”

"The principals of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will bring the contestants they have selected to our school in October, and the contestants' trials will be held on Halloween. Those who win the championship will have eternal glory and be recorded in the history!"

"However," Dumbledore paused, and the hall fell silent again, "After discussing with the principals of the three schools and the Ministry of Magic, we have decided to limit the age of the contestants for this competition—little wizards under the age of 17 are not allowed to enter the competition." was allowed to enroll.

"It's a necessary measure because the game is dangerous. I will go out and make sure that underage students don't fool our impartial judges."

"Remember, the teams from both schools will be arriving in October and will be with us for most of this year, and I hope you will show all your hospitality to our guests during this time - it's getting late, I I hope you will stay awake in class tomorrow, relax your mind, this is very important, go to rest."

Allen looked at Draco with an indifferent face, and touched the gun in his pocket.

This year will never be easy, the reappearance of the Death Eaters is proof that Voldemort must have found his old servant - only in this way can he mobilize the original Death Eaters to carry out terrorist attacks, but obviously, he has not recovered his strength yet Otherwise, those people in Azkaban, his most loyal servants should have been released!

But Moody's class was surprising and a little angry. He showed the three unforgivable curses in front of all the students, and even used the Imperius Curse to control the poisonous spider to crawl on the students' faces. Allen used the armor protection spell He blocked the spider and was detained by him.

"Well, Mr. Cornwall, did you block the spider with the Armor Charm?" He rapped the ground heavily with his cane.

Allen was expressionless, and lowered his eyes slightly, "Professor, I don't think it's appropriate to demonstrate the three Unforgivable Curses in public."

"Hmph!" Moody snorted coldly, "Are you questioning me? Let me tell you, students like you don't know black magic, you have to understand your opponent, and you have to be ready to resist at all times! Hexes will be cast on you A wizard won't tell you what he's doing. He's not going to cast a spell on you in a friendly, polite manner in front of your face, so you have to be on your guard, you have to be vigilant!"

"I understand, Professor." Allen looked up and smiled, "I don't mind your demonstration in public at all..."

Anyway, it wasn't me who was scared!

"...And it's good for little wizards to learn about this." Allen smiled, "It's just that I don't like the feeling of spiders flying on my face... that's all."

Moody's magic eyes looked at him menacingly.

"Thank you very much for taking over the position of professor to protect us," Allen took a step back, "If you don't mind, I'll leave first." He waited for ten seconds, before Moody could speak, he leaned over and left up.

The peaceful life continued until October. During this period, the dean of each college has to take on the important task of teaching the students of the college to dance, because there will be a Yule Ball on Christmas this year to welcome those guests from afar.

Allen originally had expectations for Snape, but most of the students in the Snake Academy were either rich or noble, and ballroom dancing was a breeze, so Snape naturally delegated the task of teaching dance to the prefects at all levels.

But no one needs to be taught at all.

So Draco went to Gryffindor to laugh at the savior every day, and took the opportunity to have one-on-one dance lessons.

This day in October is the day when the two schools arrive at Hogwarts.

There was an air of cheerful anticipation in the school that day, everyone was a little absent-minded in class, more interested in those from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang in the evening, and even Snape allowed their absent-mindedness in Potions class , I finished class half an hour early.

They rushed into the corridor and were ordered by the professors to line up. They have been looking forward to the arrival of the guests. This afternoon, there was no cloud in the sky. They waited for a long time. When the sky was a little dark, they flew from the direction of the Forbidden Forest. A flying car, a huge black shadow flitted across the treetops of the forest, and a huge, gorgeous powder-blue carriage was drawn towards them by twelve white flying horses.

Hagrid was waving a sign below to direct, but the coachman seemed to have a bad aim and almost hit Hagrid, but fortunately he jumped aside nimbly.

Then, a strange sound came, and the calm water of the Black Lake stirred up, and the waves hit the muddy lake shore, and a vortex appeared in the middle, as if a big piston had just been pulled out from the bottom of the lake... A boat moved slowly Floating to the surface majesticly, the dim light shimmered in the porthole, and soon, after the loud sound of discharge, the boat fully appeared on the lake and drove towards the shore...

In the evening, there were many kinds of desserts on the four long tables, and they finally got to see the true faces of these visitors from afar——

Standing on a temporary stage, Dumbledore announced loudly: "Let us welcome the beautiful ladies from Beauxbatons, and their headmaster, Mrs. Maxime!"

The door was slowly opened, and a group of beautiful girls in light blue silk robes trotted forward, showing their charm along the way, dancing gracefully, an obviously very young girl dressed in a gorgeous pink dancer Danced lightly in their uniforms, they reached the open space in front of the long table all the way, waving a group of blue magic butterflies, and after the dance was over, the leading girl pulled the little girl to give a curtain call ceremony to everyone.

At this time, a very large lady came slowly. She was wearing a black silk robe, and she wore moonstone jewelry on her neck and fingers. She swept past the surprised students, and when she saw Alan Slightly nodded.Allen also leaned towards her respectfully.

Draco asked softly, "Ellen, do you know her?"

Allen also whispered, "I met once."

Gabriel glanced at Alan's position with a shy smile, and sat down at Ravenclaw's long table with Fleur and the others.

And Madame Maxime walked up to Dumbledore, stretched out her hand with the opal ring, and Dumbledore kissed the back of her hand, hardly needing to bend down.

"Dear Madame Maxime," he said, "welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Dumbledore," Madam Massime said in a deep voice, "are you all right?"

"I am fine, thank you."

After sending Mrs. Maxime to the stage, Dumbledore stood in front of the stage again, "Next, let us welcome the proud son from the north and their headmaster, Karkaroff!"

A group of muscular boys entered in a single file, holding golden long sticks in their hands, the things they learned in martial arts magic class, and they slammed the floor back and forth, and then they rolled to the front, and several men faced each other. The wand blew out several fire dragons, and everyone was shocked by their momentum.Then, Karkaroff strode in through the gate, followed by Krum and Floria, and Floria looked quite decent when she was serious, but the blond hair was too eye-catching.

Some young wizards in the hall had already discovered Krum, and they were excitedly discussing the matter of signing.

"Dumbledore!" Karkaroff greeted enthusiastically. "How are you? My dear fellow, how are you?"

"Very well, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff smiled and looked at the young wizards gathered together. When he saw Alan, his pupils shrank, and he seemed to look away indifferently.

The Durmstrang boys sat down at the Slytherin table, led by Krum and Floria.

Soon, a golden pagoda taller than Dumbledore by a head was lifted onto the platform by four Aurors. Barty Crouch appeared and shook hands with Dumbledore.

The old man stood next to it on the stage, "Everyone, I have a few words to say!" When the hall fell silent, he said, "The student who won the Triwizard Tournament will have eternal glory, but to get the glory, he Three extremely dangerous missions must be completed. Therefore, the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic has introduced new regulations, and please let Director Barty Crouch explain them to us."

"After careful consideration, in order to ensure the safety of young wizards, the Ministry of Magic has decided that young wizards under the age of 17 are not allowed to sign up for this competition!"

The little wizards of Hogwarts had been vaccinated by Dumbledore long ago, so they were not very restless, but they were all depressed.

After Barty Crouch stepped back, Dumbledore stepped forward again, pointed at the tip of the pagoda with his wand, and swiped from top to bottom. The pagoda disappeared into a golden solution as if it had melted, revealing the Quaint mug.

The moment the golden solution completely disappeared from the unremarkable cup, a dark blue fire burst out from inside, and the flames jumped, very majestic.

Dumbledore said, "This is the Goblet of Fire. Students who want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament just need to write their names on a piece of parchment and throw it into the Goblet of Fire. We will reveal the three schools on Halloween. Warrior! Please be careful, once you are selected, you will fight alone! The Triwizard Tournament will begin!"

The dinner that followed was very rigorous, and even Floria was embarrassed to come to Alan, so she spent the night in peace, and the next morning, Floria found Alan at the breakfast table with a smile , He lay next to Allen's ear, "Hey my dear cousin, to be honest, you won't go to the competition, will you?"

Everyone was surprised that he was so close to Alan, and Alan hadn't avoided it yet.

"No." Allen ignored everyone's curious eyes and handed him a sandwich, "Try British food."

"That's good!" He breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down beside Allen, "If you participate in the competition, how can the champion get someone else's turn?"

Allen smiled helplessly, "Why are you and Krum here?"

Floria wrinkled her nose, "Durmstrang held a duel and used rankings to decide who would follow. None of them made it into the top twelve."

Allen laughed, "Then why did you get in?"

Floria slapped the table, "Alan, that's too much! Didn't I do it for you?!"

Allen hurriedly comforted him and motioned him to go out and talk.Finding a place to avoid portraits and ghosts, Floria whispered, "Uncle." Allen raised his hand to stop him, took him one step into the Forbidden Forest, and then went through that passage to Slytherin The secret room, which made him start talking.

Floria looked at the secret room, was startled by Haierbo, and looked around Haierbo, "Hey, isn't this the legendary basilisk?"

Haierbo curled up aggrievedly, glanced at Allen, and then swam into the water and disappeared.

He rubbed his hands regretfully, and took out a small box from his pocket, "My cousin asked me to bring it to you. The initial curtain summoning of the saints was too ostentatious. This is a new summoning method invented by him. It is said that I can still communicate."

Allen took it and opened it. Inside was a ring marked by the Deathly Hallows. He put the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and the ring disappeared. He looked at it and tried to touch it lightly. Nicklaus' voice came from inside, "Little master?"

Allen said, "Nicklaus, what is the current arrangement of the Saints?"

"I have been stationed in England secretly, and I am temporarily staying in Hogsmeade Village," Nicklaus said in a very steady voice, "I will be a transfer between you and the saints, and I will bring someone to show up at your order."

Allen nodded in relief, and instructed, "Be careful and conceal."

"Yes."

Allen touched again, and Nicklaus' voice disappeared.

Floria was a little sour, "He is so respectful to you, he doesn't even call me by my first name!"

"Then he told the Ministry of Magic to take good care of you?" Allen smiled, "Besides, it's good that you don't need this thing."

Floria frowned, "You mean that mysterious man?"

"As far as I can tell, the Goblet of Fire will never be peaceful." He looked up. "Be careful yourself. Also," he turned the Philosopher's Stone ring in his right hand, "keep an eye on Karkaroff for me—he's a Death Eater .”

Floria couldn't believe it, "I'm going! This old man is really not a good guy!"

If Voldemort wanted to attack the Goblet of Fire, he might have secretly intervened, but it was more likely that he would directly contact Karkaroff, who could justifiably come in... Moody should also pay attention.

Allen lowered his eyes, thinking of Tom, a little at a loss, so if Voldemort returns, how will he treat Tom?

A sane Dark Lord is more dangerous than a crazy Dark Lord, but at least his thinking pattern can be traced. When that day comes, will he really want to...

Allen sent Floria away with a soft sigh.

【Don't be afraid,】Someone put a ring around his waist, 【I will protect you. 】

Allen closed his eyes in regret... What should I do with you?