Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 165 They All Rejected Because of Harry

"I also heard from grandma that Professor Dumbledore sent invitations to many wizards, but few of them agreed." Neville sighed, "It seems that some of them wanted to agree at first, but the report by that woman from Skeeter When it was published, they all rejected it."

"Why did you refuse?" Ron withdrew his hand that greeted the Sorting Hat, puzzled.

Neville had a bitter face: "They rumored that it was Professor Lupine who had the conflict with Harry."

"They might be able to ignore the curse rumor." Angelina leaned her head closer, "but I don't think any professor would like to be beaten by Harry."

"I didn't do it on purpose." Harry said blankly, "They sent it to the door on their own initiative."

Angelina stared round her eyes: "Have you really beaten them all?"

She was just teasing, that's all.

"Whether it's a full-time job or a substitute teacher, it seems that they have been beaten." Hermione wrung her fingers and counted each head.

Angelina turned her head in a daze, and glanced at the teacher's seat: "So which professor will suffer this year?"

His gaze stayed on the empty chair belonging to Professor McGonagall for a moment, then quickly turned to Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick, and finally stopped on Professor Dumbledore: "It seems that only Professor Dumbledore is safer point."

Speaking of which, she paused slightly, and turned her head back: "Harry, you shouldn't be able to beat Professor Dumbledore now, right?"

"Even if he has a mixture of bezoar, molasses, and Fudge in his head, he is the greatest White Wizard, and I can't beat him now," Harry answered her.

Angelina raised her hand to cover her forehead: "Wait, let me take it easy."

My head hurts, as if my brain is about to grow out.

What is going on in Professor Dumbledore's mind, why is it so chaotic.
Just when the little lions were tangled about what was in Dumbledore's mind, and why even Fudge had it.

The first-year freshmen were brought in by Professor McGonagall.

The portrait of Gryffindor floated behind Dumbledore, looking at the little wizards with relief.

The Sorting Hat sings a new song.

It is an old medieval ditty that has never been used, and the lyrics are longer than in previous years, praising Gryffindor, remembering the past, a little sad, the little wizards in the first and second grades are ignorant, and the seniors hear it Go, several Hufflepuff witches couldn't help crying.

Professor McGonagall divided the colleges for the little wizards.

With a wave of his wand, Harry threw the hat at him without getting up.

"Hey, Harry!" The Sorting Hat greeted him warmly.

Harry looked at the sorting hat in front of him: "I thought you wouldn't be given to me this year."

"Why?" The Sorting Hat asked in confusion.

"Isn't the trial over?" Hermione asked it back, "or is it not over?"

The hat was startled, and the tip of the hat twisted into a ball: "Yes, the trial is over."

"It's okay, just pretend you volunteered to be Crookshanks' cat scratcher." Harry handed it to the expectant ginger kitten who was pawing the table.

"Looking at our friendship, it can't be like this." The Sorting Hat tried to push Crookshanks with the tip of the hat, but it was useless, it was just a hat, "It's still like last year, every Saturday, okay? "

"Well, I happen to have a lot of things I want to ask you this year." Harry nodded, "I was still worrying about how to get you out just now."

At the teacher's table, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the school-opening dinner officially began.

The Sorting Hat and Crookshanks were playing happily, and Hedwig and Boss also flew over, stopped at the door, and came over with their heads poking around, joining in the game.

Wait until the dinner party is over.

Ron had quick eyes and quick hands, holding a lamb chop in one hand and a large piece of pudding in his mouth.

Dumbledore stood up with a cheerful tone: "Everyone is full, and now I have to stop and listen to a few words from my old man. As in previous years, I still have to announce a few rules."

"Administrator Filch wants me to tell you that there are a few more items that are prohibited in the castle, college fireworks, mace frisbee, fat tongue taffy, I can't remember what else, but you can go and pay for it." I looked in front of Erqi's office, and the list was posted on the door, which contained 460 seven prohibited items in total."

George and Fred let out an exclamation of regret.

Filch is breaking their business!

Although most Gryffindors don't care about school rules, let alone Filch's rules.

But Gryffindor is only a quarter, and most of their customers are still from Hufflepuff.

Dumbledore ignored them and continued: "It's an old-fashioned question. Students should still stay away from the Forbidden Forest. Mr. Potter had special circumstances last year."

As he spoke, he paused: "And, I regret to inform Quidditch fans that although the Quidditch World Cup was only held this year, this year's Academy Cup Quidditch tournament will be terminated for one year."

On the four long tables, there was a burst of exclamation, and George and Fred even stood up and protested.

Business may not be done, but the Quidditch Cup must be done.

They are full of plans, they can only play for two more years, and they can take advantage of this opportunity to win a three-peat.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Mr. Weasley, you can be more patient and listen to me."

George and Fred kept their mouths shut, but did not sit down.

Dumbledore continued: "Although the Quidditch Cup has been cancelled, I think many of you have heard that in October this year, a bigger event will start in October. It will last the entire school year and will take up the majority of our time and energy."

"I'm sure it will bring you more fun, and you will be happy to see such a great event."

"That's what this year Hogwarts will host—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

The door of the auditorium was slammed open, and everyone looked back. The man who pushed the door was a man wearing a dark cloak. He was not tall, but his aura was terrifying. He took off his hood, revealing a dimpled face. , A ferocious face, with a fake eye inlaid in the left eye, spinning around.

The gray hair on the top of his head added a strange temperament to him.

The left leg is a prosthetic, claw-shaped, and it hits the ground crisply and firmly.

He seemed to be very careful, looking at everyone vigilantly, and his eyes stayed on Harry the longest, as if he could see the danger of Harry. He hesitated and walked to the long Slytherin table, walked around a long way, and asked the teacher seats go.

"Who is he? Harry seems to be very afraid of you." Ron lowered his voice and asked in a low voice.

Harry shook his head: "I don't know him."

He also stared at that person, staring at that blue and white fake eye, sniffing slightly, as if he smelled something bad, but now the auditorium is full of lamb chops, sausages, charred The smell of sugar pudding, and the man smelled more of rain and earth.

For a moment, it was difficult for him to distinguish what this not-so-good smell belonged to.

"Should be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Seamus moved his head closer and started to tease, "Harry, you should pay attention this year, don't beat up this professor again, he looks better than Lupin The professor is even weaker."

Harry shook his head, expressionless: "That's not good."

Seamus was taken aback, and waved his hands in a panic: "Harry, I was just joking."

Hermione and Ron realized something and looked at Harry in surprise.

It can't be such a coincidence.
Who is this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?
The lame man with fake eyes walked up to Dumbledore, shook hands with him hastily, walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's seat, checked it over and over several times, and saw Snape next to him, his face With a hint of disgust emerging, he dragged the stool and sat down next to Hagrid.

"Okay, before getting down to business, let me introduce this belated professor." Dumbledore broke the silence and introduced with a smile, "Alastor Moody, he will take over our new year's black Professor of Defense Against Magic."

"He is a senior Auror who has made great contributions to the peace of the magic world. I think he will become a good professor no less than Professor Lupine."

After these words were put down, there was finally a burst of enthusiastic applause.

Moody didn't respond to this. He huddled in the chair, took out a rose-colored copper pot from his pocket, and was about to unscrew the lid when the fake eye met Harry's eyes again, making him forcefully pull the copper pot again. The jug tucked back into his robes.

Dumbledore cleared his throat: "Forgive Professor Moody, everyone. He has not been an enthusiastic person since he was in school. Although his face is a little cold, he must be very happy that everyone welcomes him so much."

Moody turned his head away and let out a sneer.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and continued on the topic just now: "As I said just now, this year Hogwarts will host a major event that has not been held in a century—the Triwizard Tournament!"

Fred stared round and said in surprise, "Professor, you must be joking."

"No, this is not a joke." Dumbledore shook his head, "If you want to hear a joke, I can tell you one. One day, a little white rabbit lost its way in the forest. After walking for a while, it met a black rabbit. rabbit"

Professor McGonagall coughed twice.

Godric also coughed twice.

Dumbledore's face froze, and he sighed: "Okay, let's continue the topic just now, this year Hogwarts will indeed hold the Triwizard Tournament."

"There may be some little wizards who are not clear, so let me introduce it. This is a competition between the three best magic schools in Europe. We, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, each selected A warrior, the best little wizard in seven school years"

Speaking of this, almost all the little wizards subconsciously turned their heads to look at Harry.

"Three trials will determine the best warrior, which also represents which house is the best." Dumbledore went on, "The winner of the last session is Hogwarts, which is also Hogwarts Watts is the source of the greatest schools of magic."

"However, because this competition is too cruel, there are even cases where warriors die from time to time."

"Therefore, it has been suspended for more than a century. Until this year, the Ministry of Magic actively negotiated and reached a consensus with our three academies, and we have also ensured that we have done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior will not suffer life-threatening as much as possible. At least not dead."

The little wizards were stunned.

What does it mean to at least not die?

"I hope that all the outstanding young wizards in our school will try to participate. The Ministry of Magic is also very generous, preparing a prize of one thousand galleons for the warrior who wins in the end."

Almost without thinking, George and Fred said, "We're going!"

A bonus of one thousand Galleons!

Gryffindor is the most eager. There are also many young wizards in the other three colleges, some of whom are interested in the prize money, and some are simply interested in the honor, but no matter how they discuss, their eyes will eventually fall on Harry. .

Regardless of the selection, Gryffindor's successor, Harry Potter, is undoubtedly the best little wizard in Hogwarts that they are convinced.

"Harry, do you want to participate?" Hermione frowned, "A thousand Galleons is not much to you."

Her mind was filled with the words Dumbledore just said - "Try not to risk your life as much as possible, at least you won't die."

(End of this chapter)