Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 147 Mad-Eye Moody and the Club

"...I regret to tell you that there will be no Quidditch competition this year."

When Dumbledore announced the news, almost all the Quidditch players and students who loved the sport gaped and stared in disbelief.

"We have a big event to be held this year, which will last the entire semester starting in October, which has taken up a lot of time and energy of the teachers." Dumbledore seemed to be satisfied with the students' reactions, and continued, "I am very happy Let me tell you that this year Hogwarts will hold an event that has not been held in more than a century, the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Really!"

"incredible!"

"You are joking!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the little wizards began to discuss loudly. They were chattering, and the whole auditorium was noisy.Dumbledore looked at the students below with a smile, as if he was very satisfied with their reactions.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the door of the auditorium was pushed open heavily, and everyone's attention was focused on the person who appeared at the door.Leaning on a long cane and wearing a black cloak, he walked straight towards Dumbledore step by step.

His face was full of bruises, his nose seemed to be half missing, one pair of eyes was normal, the other was obviously much bigger, and he turned around dishonestly.

After shaking hands with Dumbledore and whispering a few words, he walked to the vacant seat on the professor's bench and sat down.Carefully picked up the food in front of him and smelled it, took out a small knife from his pocket, took a small bite, then untied the small wine pot on his waist, unscrewed it and took a sip.

During this period, the blue eye was still moving up and down, left and right, constantly scanning the stunned students below.

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, Professor Moody." Dumbledore broke the silence and took the lead in clapping. Unfortunately, except for Hagrid, there was no applause to echo.

"Ahem..." After coughing twice, Dumbledore then introduced the history, registration and competition process of the Triwizard Tournament, and emphasized, "Students over the age of 17 are only allowed to register. agreed upon by the Ministry of Education."

"It's a pity, if there is no such restriction..." Stuart turned to look at Ike, and so did Terry.

"What do you want to say?" Ike was a little helpless.

"I didn't want to say anything, I just felt it was a pity." Stuart smiled and turned around.

Ike also smiled, shook his head, and turned his attention back to the lemon tea in front of him. He always felt that the lemon tea tonight was particularly delicious.

"...Okay, it's getting late, go to bed! Then you can walk into class tomorrow morning refreshed and clear-headed!"

After speaking, Dumbledore sat down and chatted with Mad-Eye Moody beside him. The students also stood up and walked out of the auditorium.

Ike and Hermione walked to the second floor naturally. Professor McGonagall told them early on that they would wait for her in her office after the dinner.

After waiting at the door for a while, Professor McGonagall came back.Invite them to go in, take out the very familiar box, and hand over the two time converters to them.

"You all know the rules, so I won't repeat them." Professor McGonagall said, "But you have to be extra careful this year. Due to the holding of the Triwizard Tournament, there will be more than Hogwarts students in the castle from October onwards. Students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang also study with us."

"Presumably you have also discovered that this year's course schedule is very tight, and everything must be based on the Triwizard Tournament."

"So, be careful."

"We got it, Professor McGonagall." Ike put away the Time Converter and readily agreed.

"Knowing is not enough, Mr. Strider." Professor McGonagall stared at Ike seriously and said.

Ike scratched his head unnaturally, and nodded again.

"One more thing, I think you need to know." Professor McGonagall said, "Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have borrowed some abandoned classrooms on the fifth floor, and they have some 'unique' courses of their own that they need to use. "

"If... I mean, if you have 'leisure' time, you can go and listen in, and they won't refuse."

"Of course, there may be students from the two schools in Hogwarts classes, so..."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall." Hermione nodded.

"We understand." Ike also echoed.

"I actually don't agree with the holding of the Triwizard Tournament, but this matter was promoted by the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore also agrees." Professor McGonagall sighed, "Don't take it lightly."

Ike and Hermione agreed again, and Professor McGonagall let them go.But before he reached the door, he was stopped: "There is one more thing..."

"I'm sure you've also heard that there are various clubs in Hogwarts, all organized by professors."

"Like me, I held a transformation club, and now I want to invite the two of you to participate."

"We do!"

Professor McGonagall smiled with satisfaction, took out two pieces of paper and handed them to the two.

"The time and place of every club meeting will appear on it, so don't lose it." After both of them put it away, he continued, "You still need to go to Professor Flitwick's place later, he also has A little surprise for you..."

"Also, Mr. Strider, you still need to find Professor Snape."

"The Charms Club and the Potions Club?" Ike asked, but Professor McGonagall didn't answer, just smiled, and kicked them out.

After leaving Professor McGonagall's office, the two went to Professor Flitwick's office.As expected, it was indeed an invitation from the Charms Club.The two of them had no possibility of refusing, so they simply agreed.

This time, the two were about to separate, and Ike had to travel a long distance to the basement to find Professor Snape, but he still sent Hermione to the door of the Gryffindor lounge.

"Why did you get an invitation from the Potions Club?" Hermione asked next to the portrait of the Fat Lady, under the sudden desire to win.

"It may be something else." Ike replied with a smile.

"What else can it be!" Hermione stretched out her evil little hand again, and only let go after Ike showed a begging expression.

"Well, you have to be careful, Snape..."

"It's okay, I often go to him." Ike said, messing up Hermione's hair like a prank, and ran away before she could react.

Only Hermione was left standing there in a helpless rage, stomping her feet in anger.

Ike slipped so fast that he had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.

(End of this chapter)