Hogwarts God of Ice and Fire

As Dumbledore announced that the House Quidditch Cup would not be held this year, the entire Great Hall erupted in noise.

In particular, the teammates from the Quidditch teams of various colleges expressed their dissatisfaction loudly, with the Weasley twins being the most vocal.

However, Dumbledore ignored the protests of the little wizards and continued on his own: "This is because a large-scale event will start in October and last throughout the school year, occupying a lot of teachers' time and energy...but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it, and I'm very happy to announce that this year at Hogwarts..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded on the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

I saw a man standing at the door of the auditorium. He was leaning on a long crutch and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.

The professors and young wizards in the auditorium all turned their heads to look at the uninvited guest. Suddenly, a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium, illuminating the uninvited guest.

The uninvited guest took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and began to walk toward the staff table.

thump!thump!thump! ...

With every step he took, a hollow voice echoed in the auditorium. He walked straight to the end of the auditorium, then turned to the right and limped toward Dumbledore.

At this moment, another bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling.

This bolt of lightning illuminated the uninvited guest's face extremely vividly. The little wizard present had never seen such a face before. It seemed to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and the carver should be familiar with human faces. There seems to be only a vague idea of ​​what it is, and I am not very good at using a carving knife.

Every inch of skin on that scary face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a big crooked hole, and the place where his nose should be raised was missing. The most terrifying thing about this uninvited guest were his eyes.

One of his eyes is small, black, and shiny; while the other eye is very large, round like a coin, and is a bright bright blue.

That blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up, down, left, and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye. Even the blue eye rolled over and penetrated into the other person's head, making people Only a big white eyeball can be seen.

There is no doubt that this blue eyeball is not a real eye, but an alchemical creation.

Next to the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table, Linn and Irina looked thoughtfully at the thunder flashing on the ceiling from time to time. It seemed that there was someone with malicious intentions towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The rumor that the enchanted ceiling will sound thunder as a warning upon entering the auditorium is not nonsense.

Otherwise, when Professor Moody, disguised as Barty Crouch Jr. in the form of Polyjuice Potion, arrived in the auditorium, the ceiling would not have undergone such a huge change in just a few seconds.

At this time, Professor Moody walked to Dumbledore's side, and he stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook hands with him, and after talking to him for a few words, he asked him to sit down in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's seat. "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody!"

Normally, when a new professor meets the young wizards, everyone will applaud to welcome him.

Now, however, not a single professor or student except Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped.

Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands several times. They found that their applause was echoing alone in the silent auditorium, which seemed very abrupt, so they put down their hands knowingly.

The other little wizards seemed to be stunned by Professor Moody's strange appearance, and they just stared at him intently.

Professor Moody seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction. He ignored the large bottle of pumpkin juice in front of him, but reached into his traveling cloak, took out a curved wine bottle, and took a big sip.

Beside the Slytherin table and the Gryffindor table, Linn and Irina narrowed their eyes slightly. Having just watched a live broadcast last night, they naturally understood that the wine bottle in Professor Moody's hand contained the essence of It's not wine, it's Polyjuice Potion!

At this time, Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued his speech: "As I just said, in the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very exciting event, which has already It has not been held for over a century. I am delighted to share that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts Castle this year."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, many young wizards below who knew something about the Triwizard Tournament let out incredulous exclamations, especially the eyes of the Weasley twins.

However, since most young wizards did not know what the Triwizard Tournament was, Dumbledore began to introduce the Triwizard Tournament to everyone.

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago. It is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe. These three schools are: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic projects. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that this is It was a great way for young wizards from different countries to build friendships. But then, too many people died, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

After learning that the reason for the interruption of the Triwizard Tournament was too many deaths, many young wizards, including Hermione, had a look of horror in their eyes.

"Wizards have made several attempts to revive the Triwizard 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 Department of Magical Sports and Sports believe that it is not feasible to resume the Triwizard Tournament. The time is ripe to give it a try. We've done a lot this summer to ensure that every warrior's life is not in danger."

Hearing this, Linn and Irina subconsciously curled their lips.

Their eyes were directed at Cedric Diggory, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table, chatting and laughing with many little badgers of the same grade.

Dumbledore: We have done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior's life will not be in danger.

Cedric: Ah, yes, yes! (End of chapter)