Diverging through HP

With the start of the new semester, Julie has noticed that many students are talking about transferring schools.Moreover, the Slytherin of the freshman branch in the evening only had one mixed race besides a few students from the Slytherin house, and everyone else looked at Slytherin nervously and whispered.

"It is also with great regret that I must inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year," said Headmaster Dumbledore. A lot of your time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it. It's my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts -"

Belatedly came the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Alastor Moody. His appearance was very shocking, and the old Oro looked much more terrifying than in the movie.

The auditorium, which was still full of shouts, seemed to press the pause button the moment he entered, and even ignored the principal's welcome.

"As I said," he said, smilingly looking at the multitude of students in front of him, who were still staring 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. I am delighted to tell you 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 out loud, and Bullido smiled appreciatively too.

"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."

"Death toll?" whispered Hermione, looking around in amazement.But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as she was, and many were chatting excitedly.Harry was also anxious to hear the specifics of the Triwizard Tournament, not interested in those who died more than 100 years ago.

"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."

"I want to attend!" Fred Weasley said in a low voice across the table, his face beaming with excitement at the thought of the possibility of such honor and wealth.It seems that he is not the only one who fantasizes about becoming a Hogwarts warrior like him.At every house table Harry could see someone either staring at Dumbledore feverishly or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great 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 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."

“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!"

"Oh, my dad didn't tell me about it." Draco Malfoy was still muttering when he returned to the common room, his face aggrieved.

"Did I tell you that you will go to participate?" Julie turned to look at him.

The former prefect was just beginning the same opening speech every year.

"My dad disagreed. He told me before we set off that he thought it was too dangerous."

"Then just be an obedient baby."

Draco Malfoy glared at Julie after hearing this, and turned his face away, which meant that he was angry again.

Julie touched her nose and leaned over to coax him.

The first class of the new semester is Charms, which is taken with Ravenclaw, and the second class is Protection of Magical Creatures, but it is with Gryffindor, and it is an elective class in the afternoon.

Slytherin and Ravenclaw have always been rivals in terms of grades, and Gryffindor is historically.

Julie was pulled aside by Hermione Granger in the Protection of Magical Creatures class, and began to babble about her discovery about house elves. She felt that wizards were too cruel and inhumane, and asked Julie to support her actions.

"How do you want to save them?" Julie asked.

Hermione Granger's expression turned a little pale when she heard Julie use "it" to refer to the house-elf, but she suppressed her anger and explained her plan to Julie.

"Into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?"

Hermione Granger nodded, and then Draco Malfoy had another dispute with Professor Hagrid, and Ron Weasley and Harry Potter assisted in a mess.

"Hermione, I think you need to change not only the house-elves, but also wizards." Julie looked back. "I'll show you some information when I go back, and you can make a decision."

Julie patted Hermione Granger on the shoulder and slipped back into the crowd.

Perry glanced at Hermione Granger and made a face at Julie.

Julie's electives are divination and protection of magical animals. Although the courses taught by Trelawney are a mess, it has to be said that they are very good for mixing up scores.Coupled with Julie's own cheating ability, every homework is an O.

"Julie, something happened." Perry hurried over, even messing up his robe. "Professor Moody turned Malfoy into a ferret."

Julie, who was still thinking about homework slowly, was taken aback, and quickly stood up and followed Perry to the auditorium.

The crowd had already dispersed, and each of them got together and chatted about what just happened.Julie grabbed Buszabini and asked him about the situation.

"You say they went to the cellar?"

Blaise Zabini nodded, looked around and whispered in Julie's ear: "You have to be careful, this Professor Moody is notoriously dislikes Slytherin, we are a pure blood family, at least He can't go too far in the wizarding world."

"Okay, I appreciate your kindness." Julie nodded, took a few sandwiches and went back to the dormitory.

Draco Malfoy returned to Slytherin just before curfew, his eye circles were still red, but he looked calmed down.Julie guessed that she was probably cut off by the principal halfway.

The little snakes turned a blind eye to this with great eyesight, which made Draco Malfoy feel a lot better.

Julie looked okay and didn't care, just handed him the sandwich and went back to rest.

There was Potions class the next day. Julie had never been good at this kind of class that required precise manipulation, so she had to be in good condition.

Unfortunately, Professor Snape was probably stimulated by Professor Moody, and his poisonous tongue index soared. Not only Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor, but even Julie was sprayed with a lot of venom.It had been a long time since the accident in the second grade that Professor Snape called Julie by name.

Of course, what was even more tragic was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Thursday. Professor Moody performed the three unforgivable spells in class and frightened many students with them.

This is just the beginning, Professor Moody began to let the students experiment with the unforgivable spell, and then write down their experience.

The whole Slytherin is the worst house to be teased, especially Julie, who is asked to confess to a boy.For this reason, Julie decided to strike out.

But I don't know why the school strike was suppressed, and Principal Dumbledore seemed to be fully aware of it.

Professor Snape approached Julie, but Julie refused to go back to class, and publicly stated that unless Professor Moody apologized, she would rather fail the course.

Time passed so unhurriedly, and it was time to welcome Beauxbaton and Durmstrang in the blink of an eye.

Draco Malfoy is going crazy, well, the whole of Hogwarts is going crazy!Viktor Krum, Gold Seeker of the Bulgarian National Quidditch National Team, represented Durmstrang in the Triwizard Tournament.

Julie can guarantee that her hand was blackened by Perry. The unlucky kid won the lipstick and jumped up and down holding up the shirt to ask for an autograph.Other students followed suit and asked to sign their shirts.The boys beside them looked annoyed. As boys, they couldn't hold up their lipsticks and beg for autographs like girls, so they could only watch helplessly.

Julie hid from the side at the beginning. She is not a fan and does not follow stars, and Victor Klum's face does not meet her taste.

However, Beauxbaton's Fleur Delacour fits Julie's aesthetics very well, with waist-length silver hair and blue eyes.Julie thought of the elf prince in the movie of her previous life, but she was a bit arrogant.

Perry was very full, and muttered while eating pudding: "Obviously Julie, you are much prettier than her."

Pan Xi followed and said, "You haven't cleaned yourself up since school started."

A few girls beside him nodded and began to comment on Fleur Delacour.

Perry was still reluctant, and asked Julie to dress up well tomorrow so as not to fall into the prestige of Hogwarts.

Julie could not smile bitterly, so she could only nod her head in agreement.

Throw away the Triwizard Tournament becoming a Final Four, throw away the silly "Potter Smelly Shit" badge, set aside Rita Skeeter's specially edited interview, throw out the Final Four Warriors Fighting the Dragon Without further ado (there's nothing left to say), the Christmas ball is upon us.

Oh, here's a special statement: Because of the information provided by Julie, Miss Hermione Granger canceled her "Vomiting Association (House Elf Welfare Promotion Association)" and started the investigation of human evolution history and behavioral development.

"Are you going to go to the ball dressed like this?" Perry pointed at Julie, shaking his fingers with an expression of disbelief.

"Is it not possible?" Julie lowered her head and straightened her clothes before asking.

"This is men's clothing." Perry screamed, "No matter how beautiful it is, it's also men's clothing. You want to wear men's clothing to the prom?"

"The school doesn't stipulate that girls must wear women's clothes and boys must wear men's clothes." Julie didn't care.

Julie's gown was gray-purple, embroidered all over with filigree.This is actually a copy of the costume in a certain movie in the previous life, and thanks to Julie's tallness in this life, she can afford it.

"What about your partner?" Perry paced the room.

"Perry, your makeup isn't done yet." Julie had to remind her. "And I don't have a partner, so I rejected them all."

Perry looked at Julie in surprise, his mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say.

The author has something to say: Julie's dress is the one that the elf king Thranduil appeared in "The Hobbit 2".

As for Julie's strike, I think anyone who confesses to a boy involuntarily will be furious, but Julie can't beat Professor Moody, so she can only choose to strike.