Chapter 98: The Triwizard Tournament

Under Professor Snape's 'suggestion', even though the school year has not officially started and the dinner has not even started, Gryffindor and Slytherin have already scored a combined 250 points... leading the House Cup in reverse. ranking.

He is indeed the most selfless teacher in Hogwarts. Whoever says that Snape favors Slytherin in the future, Rolf will be the first to refuse!

The news quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, and the originally cheerful little lions and little snakes fell silent.

But the smile did not disappear, it was transferred to the faces of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.

Professor Flitwick also smiled, and he picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Professor Sprout knowingly.

Seeing the two of them opening champagne so early, Dumbledore almost couldn't help but feel secretly surprised:

"What happened to Severus? Why did he resort to killing eight hundred enemies and losing a thousand to himself?"

Hufflepuff has won the House Cup for three consecutive years. If we want to die together, we should go find it!

This school year's deductions came earlier than before, which also made Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor, very heartbroken.

She waited for three years and three years, and three years and three years... It was almost ten years. She could become the Headmaster of Hogwarts if she waited longer, but Gryffindor House had not yet won the House Cup.

But it comes with a negative 100-point buff at the beginning, just like playing basketball. The opponent is leading by twenty free throws at the beginning. The referee can't wait to turn into CP3 and go straight to the end of the eight-on-five... Professor McGonagall feels that it is too difficult for him.

After the song ended, the audience roared with cheers. Only Professor McGonagall did not applaud and was still secretly feeling sad.

The Sorting Hat saw that Professor McGonagall looked strange and asked:

"Little Greg, what's wrong with you? Is the song I sing so ugly?"

"No." Professor McGonagall sighed softly: "I'm just a little upset."

"Tell me about it. Tell me what troubles little girls are having. It would make me happy...ah, I'll help you share your worries." The Sorting Hat pretended to be a caring big sister.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard the Sorting Hat say "little girl." However, according to the Sorting Hat's age, everyone is a child.

She quickly talked about the Academy Cup.

"That's it?" The Sorting Hat chuckled and said, "Don't you just want to win the Academy Cup? I have an idea that will definitely make you win the Academy Cup this year."

"What's the idea?"

"Haven't the House Cups in the past three years been taken away by Hufflepuff House?" The Sorting Hat grinned and said:

"You transfer to their college and become the dean... Oh, the dean is already Sprout, so you can become the deputy dean!"

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After hearing that the Sorting Hat made him unable to beat it, he joined in. Professor McGonagall really wanted to pickle it with potatoes and then use the Black Lake water from 1982 to give it a good cleaning.

Professor McGonagall no longer paid attention to the sorting hat. She picked up the list and asked the new students to come in and be sorted.

She also secretly prayed that this year's Gryffindor would also be blessed with a powerful man like Luo Fu.

But halfway through the sorting, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded outside the window, and then, the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.

Such a charming appearance naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking toward the staff table.

Thumb, thump, every step he took, the wooden prosthesis under his feet would create a hollow sound that echoed in the auditorium.

He walked straight to the end of the guest seat, turned to the right, and limped toward Dumbledore.

Another bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the man's face extremely clearly:

Its face seemed to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood. It was scarred, its mouth was like a large crooked hole, and a large piece of its nose had been gouged out.

The most terrifying thing was his eyes. One was very small and black; the other was very large, round like a coin, and was a bright blue.

For a moment, the entire auditorium fell silent.

The stranger walked up to Dumbledore, who held out a hand that was as scarred as his face.

The two shook hands gently, and Dumbledore asked: "How was your journey, Alastor?"

"It's okay, Albus. The only danger is thunder." Alastor Moody said in a low, hoarse voice.

"It will block the sound of others casting spells. The only benefit it can bring on a rainy day like this is that it saves the time of taking a shower."

"That's good. Sit down and rest for a while. Dinner will be served soon."

Dumbledore motioned for Moody to take an empty seat on the right, and the Sorting resumed.

But no one paid attention to the new student. Everyone was staring at this scary-looking man.

The sorting was over, Dumbledore stood up, smiled and said: "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

My long-time friend - Professor Moody. "

Everyone applauded sparsely, because the crooked mouth of Moody was so scary that the students were afraid of him.

Moody didn't pay attention, but kept looking around, especially the blue eye that kept moving, turning up and down, left and right, and then turned back and penetrated into his head. Everyone could only see one Big eyeballs.

This scene is even more terrifying.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued: "The second thing is that the Quidditch competition will be canceled this year."

The students all made a buzzing sound, like the hissing of a small flame.

Hogwarts has very few entertainment facilities. Apart from Quidditch, there are only niche games like Gobstones and Wizard Chess that can be played... Now it is not held at all?

They all opened their mouths and stared at Dumbledore silently, as if they were too shocked to speak.

"If there is no competition, what should we play?" George said loudly.

"Are we going to release the prank toys?" Fred continued.

"No, Mr. Weiss." Dumbledore smiled:

"Not only will we not release them, but we will also add dozens of banned items, such as the Screaming Yo-Yo ball in your hand, and the Frisbee with teeth - don't hide it - they are all prohibited items."

The students all laughed, and Professor McGonagall glared at George and Fred, then walked quickly towards them, ready to take away the prohibited items.

The two showed a tearful expression.

"Although there will be no Quidditch competition, there is still a large-scale event that will start in October and last throughout the school year, which will occupy a lot of your time and energy."

Dumbledore continued:

"Yes... I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Are you kidding?!" Fred said loudly.

Dumbledore laughed softly.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weisley, but since you mentioned jokes, I heard a very interesting joke about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, who all entered the same pub..."

Professor McGonagall, who got the Screaming Yo-Yo Ball and the Toothy Flying Saucer, cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh, it's probably not appropriate to say this now." Dumbledore said, "Some of you don't know what this tournament is all about.

So, I hope those who know the situation can forgive me for explaining it a little bit here, and I allow their brains to be absent for a while."

Dumbledore quickly introduced the Triwizard Tournament.

The death toll in the past was also mentioned.

The death toll here naturally refers not only to the three warriors, but also to the professors and the audience.

A lot of people died in a game, so it was normal that it was suspended for more than a century.

But the students in the hall were not worried. What did the people who died more than a hundred years ago have to do with them.

Just as Dumbledore was about to finish his speech, the door of the hall was knocked open for the second time today.

Snape walked in all wet, followed by Harry, Ron, Malfoy and his two little followers.

"Fuck you!" Snape cursed angrily:

"I searched for twenty miles to find these five little bastards! I almost drowned in the Black Lake!

In this damn weather, I will never go out to look for people again... Beat me to death... I won't go out even if you kill me!"

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