94 hp Diagon Alley

It's the Screaming Ball, the Toothed Frisbee, and the Combo Boomerang.The entire list includes about 430 seven items, which can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it. "Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

Gwen moved closer to George, "How many of them are your masterpieces?"

George blinked and showed off, "At least a few dozen."

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

"What?" Harry gasped in surprise.His Quidditch teammates Fred and George also gaped, staring silently at Dumbledore, as if too surprised to speak.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 am sure you will all have a lot of fun out of it. I It is my 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 to look at the stranger, when suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, and Gwen gasped.

Every inch of the man's face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked gash, and the protruding nose was missing.And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny; the other was large, round as a coin, and of a vivid bright blue.The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—then, the blue eyeball rolled over and got into the man's head, Everyone can only see a big white eye.

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

"Moody?" Gwen whispered to the twins. "Mad-Eye Moody? The one Mr. Weasley went to help this morning?"

The twins nod.

Gwen looked at the new professor again, his eyes happened to be on the Gryffindor table, he seemed to stare at Harry for a while, his expression seemed to swallow him.Then he caught sight of Gwen, and the fake eye met Ollivander's silvery eyes.Then he gave a weird smile.

Gwen's temples were electrified again—Merlin bless her, she hadn't felt it all last year.Her brain was telling her that this man was so dangerous, it was giving her goosebumps, she felt like she was being targeted by a hyena.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I said," he said, smiling, looking at the crowd of students in front of him, who were still staring blankly at Mad-Eye Moody, "in the next few months, we will be honored to Hosting a fantastic event that hasn't been held in over a century. It is with great pleasure that I report that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" cried Fred Weasley.

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

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said, "the Triwizard Tournament was founded some 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest schools of magic in Europe. The three schools are: Gwartz, Beauxbaton, and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. It was agreed that it was an excellent way of forming friendships between young wizards of different nations - but then the death toll was so great that the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued."

"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."

"I'm going!" said Fred Weasley in a low voice across the table, his face beaming with excitement at the prospect of such an honor and fortune.It seems that he is not the only one who fantasizes about becoming a Hogwarts warrior like him.

"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 17 — are only allowed to enroll for consideration. We feel,” —Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angrily after hearing his words, The Weasley twins suddenly became furious—"This measure is necessary, because the Tournament is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, students under the sixth and seventh grades are not at all Possibly manageable. I myself will make sure that no underage student tricks our impartial umpire into becoming a Hogwarts warrior." His blue eyes flickered as he glanced over the rebellious faces of Fred and George. Meaningful light, "Therefore, if you are under 17, I beg you not to waste your time applying."

"They can't do that!" George Weasley didn't follow the crowd to the door, but stood there glaring at Dumbledore angrily, and said, "We're going to be 17 next April, why don't we Give it a try?"

"They can't stop me from participating," said Fred stubbornly, also glaring angrily at the guest of honor. "Being a warrior allows you to do a lot of things you're not normally allowed to do, and you get a thousand plus What about Long's bonus..."

"Who's going to be the impartial judge who's a warrior?" Harry asked.

"No idea," said Fred, "but he's the one we're trying to trick. I think a drop or two of aging potion would do the trick, George..." "But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough," said Ron .

"Yeah, but he doesn't decide who's a warrior, does he?" Fred said smartly. Excellent, he doesn't care how old they are. Dumbledore is trying to keep us from signing up."

"But a lot of people died!" Hermione said in a worried tone.Now they passed through a door concealed behind a tapestry, and ascended a still narrower staircase.

"Yeah," said Fred nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, wasn't it? And what's the fun if there isn't a little adventure?"

Together they returned to the common room, where Gwen was walking mechanically back to the girls' dormitory.

"Gwen," George said, grabbing her, "you will, right?"

"What?" Gwen came back to her senses, she didn't hear what they were saying at all.

George raised his eyebrows, "Fred and I are going to cook a pot of aging potion, will you help us?"

"Oh, oh," Gwen realized, "of course I will."

"What's the matter with you," George squeezed her shoulder worriedly, as if trying to wake Gwen up.

"I'm...a bit tired... see you tomorrow, okay?" Gwen tried to sort things out on her own, she couldn't accuse a professor of doing nothing without a shred of evidence, even though her bad premonition never missed it.

"Okay, you have a good rest, but remember what we said before." George pulled Fred over.

"I remember, gentlemen." Gwen forced the corners of her lips together, "My friend didn't hide it before." Then she seemed to recall something, "So what's the matter with the Marauder's Map?"

The Weasley twins ran to the door of the boys' dormitory with long legs, "Good night, I wish you sweet dreams, Gwen!"

Gwen's doubts

The next morning, the storm died down, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still clouded with gloom.Gwen and Katie are working on their schedule for this term.Next to them at the same table were Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, discussing some magic trick to age themselves so they could get away with the Triwizard Tournament.

"Fortunately, I gave up the divination class decisively." Gwen said cheerfully, "I noticed that you had two full divination classes in the morning of the first day."

"I advise you not to be too arrogant," Katie swallowed half of the fried egg, "Actually, I think you are more suitable for this course than I am. Your bad premonition is always good-about this point you and Professor Trelawney What's the difference?"

Gwen firmly refused to admit that she was a magic stick, "I would rather memorize hundreds of stars all night before the exam than find my future in a crystal ball. Think about her prediction about Harry last year-the black dog and the bad omen, In the end, nothing happened, he is still alive and well!" Gwen glanced at Harry from the schedule, "Look, this kid can still stare at pretty girls from other colleges and drool."

Katie also peeked over, and said in disbelief, "Aren't the Gryffindor girls not good?" After that, she felt sorry for their little sister, Ginny, in their dormitory.

George and Fred leaned over to discuss with Gwen