Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 269. 267. This haunted old dog
In the middle of the banquet, Hogwarts ushered in two guests again, two guests from the Ministry of Magic, one was Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, and the other was unexpectedly to everyone's surprise.
"Father?"

Draco stared blankly at the man in the Ministry of Magic costume at the teacher's seat.

It was Draco's father, Lucius.

As the special commissioner of the Ministry of Magic, he came together with Ludo Bagman for the three colleges.

"He never mentioned it to me."

Draco looked at his father, frowning slightly.

This is not normal.

He planned to find some time to ask his father.

At the end of the banquet, Dumbledore cleared his throat and drew attention to himself: "I have something important to announce."

"I think everyone has heard some news before this."

"Yes, the Triwizard Tournament, a legendary event that has been suspended for centuries, will officially resume this year."

Although everyone had guessed for a long time, after Dumbledore's official announcement, the little wizards still started the discussion with excitement.

"One warrior will be selected from each of the three schools of magic, Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons."

"Once you are selected, it will mean that you will have to fight alone. This is a very dangerous thing. Please participate carefully." Dumbledore emphasized seriously.

Regarding Dumbledore's words, many young wizards are no longer in the mood to listen to it. They just want to sign up and make a splash.

Then Lucius announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament on behalf of the Ministry of Magic. There are three competitions in total, and the one with the highest score will win. In order to minimize the accident rate, wizards under the age of 17 cannot sign up.
The little wizards all expressed their dissatisfaction with this rule and got booed.

Age has never been a sign of whether a wizard is powerful or not.

Look at the famous Mr. Potter, who killed the Dark Lord when he was a baby, but he is not yet 17 years old.

Isn't this rule just making things difficult for Mr. Potter?
Dumbledore seemed to have expected this outcome long ago, so he asked Filch to bring out the Goblet of Fire—a large goblet made of rough-cut wood and glass. It is also inconspicuous, but it is full of blue and white flames.

Flames are not ordinary flames
Dudley used the Data Eye to see that there was a contract in it.

The Goblet of Fire is indeed a cup of contract. The so-called Triwizard Contest is actually registered through the Goblet of Fire.

Once a contract is made, it cannot be violated, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.

Dumbledore drew a circle around the Goblet of Fire with his wand, the white lines were very eye-catching.

"This age line, no one under the age of seventeen can cross this line."

"Of course, if you can cross this line and successfully throw the parchment with your name on it into the cup, then it is also considered a successful registration."

In this way, it is not counted as the prescribed age of death. As long as you have the ability to register successfully, it will be considered as a pass.

"From today until this Thursday, the Goblet of Fire will be kept here, waiting for everyone's registration."

As soon as this sentence came out, many young wizards looked at each other, and their thoughts that shouldn't have come alive again.

Representing Hogwarts would be so much fun.

The reward for the champion of the key Triwizard Tournament is a whole thousand Galleons.

Watching Dumbledore, Lucius, Bagman, and the principals of the other two schools leave, many young wizards were eager to try.

"Those who take chances don't have to think about it."

"The last Triwizard Tournament was terminated due to too many deaths. In other words, there is no need to register before you are not ready to face death."

Dudley kindly reminded that his words were like pouring down a basin of cold water, extinguishing the fiery hearts of many little wizards.

Although glory is important, it is not as important as life.

"Karkaroff."

Just as Karkaroff was about to take Durmstrang's students back to the ship to rest, a familiar voice sounded behind him, which seemed to be full of anger.

Karkaroff turned around abruptly, and the next moment his face turned pale, and he showed a terrifying expression mixed with resentment and fear.

Directly in front of him was Moody staring at him with his magic eye.

"It's you!"

Karkaroff gritted his teeth and stared at Moody and said bitterly. His eyes seemed to be able to shoot out flames, and the strength seemed to crush his mouth full of teeth.

"It's me!" Moody stared back without showing any weakness: "We meet again, Karkaroff."

"The last time we met was more than ten years ago, oh, it just happened like yesterday"

Moody's tone sounded like he was talking to an old friend, except that Karkaroff didn't think so.

Sure enough, Moody changed the subject and looked at Karkaroff mockingly: "Throw you into Azkaban like a dead dog."

It was Moody who spent six months chasing and capturing Karkaroff. For the former Auror who captured him, Karkaroff left a deep shadow in his heart.

Moody glanced at Karkaroff's clenched fists, and snorted disdainfully.

"From now on, I will always watch you, keep staring at you, keep watching you. I know, you have always kept in touch with the group of black wizards. If you do something small, if I catch you, I will I will definitely take you back again, to Azkaban, I promise."

Moody pressed on every step, and Karkaroff hurriedly backed away until his back was pressed against the wall and there was no way to retreat.

"I can catch you once or I can catch you twice."

"That's where you should be, with darkness all day long, only despair."

Moody said calmly.

"I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you!" Karkaroff shouted at Moody, but his tone was so unconvincing.

He has personally experienced Moody's strength, and he is not an opponent at all. Even if it is an old wizard who is lame, blind, and old, he is still not sure.

Although wizards don't get stronger as they get older, but the elite of the Aurors who used to be, even now they are old, are definitely not weak.

Behind Karkaroff, the students in Durmstrang looked at each other. It was the first time they had seen their principal so embarrassed.

"Oh, is that so, haha?" Moody said irrefutably, showing Karkaroff a meaningful smile, and walked away from him with a cane.

It wasn't until Moody's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Karkaroff let out a long sigh of relief, then stared at the place where the other party disappeared with a distorted face.

'The lingering old dog! '

(End of this chapter)