Hogwarts: Frog Cub Brings Back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the Start

A Dark Magic Defense Professor pretending to be a Death Eater...

Is it a compound drug?

Lou En thought with interest.

Seemingly noticing this glance, Alastor Moody also used Liao Ren's grinding eyes to look at him with the same interest.

Then, he reached into his travel cloak, took out a small round wine bottle, and took a sip.

The long travel cloak was pulled up by the movement, revealing his other prosthetic leg made of wood.

"What's wrong with him?" Fred asked in a low voice. "That leg and that weird eye on his face...looks more intimidating than Filch."99

"Alastor Moody, should be a retired Auror by now.

Lou En explained behind him.

Unfortunately, the one in front of him is undoubtedly a fake.

I don't know if Dumbledore found it?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at Dumbledore.

"Ahem, allow me to introduce our new Dark Magic Defense teacher!

Dumbledore looked at the old friend in front of him, cleared his throat a little and introduced.

"Professor Alastor Moody!"

13 As the voice fell, the church was still silent...

Only Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands a few times - the rest of the professors or students didn't care, or froze.

After clapping a few times, Hagrid found that his applause seemed lonely in the auditorium, so he put down his hand knowingly.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting beside him, looked at the new professor in front of him and pursed his thin lips.

How could Dumbledore invite him over?

And she, the vice-principal, hasn't gotten any news yet!

Dumbledore also seemed to have noticed that everyone was not very interested, so he quietly clapped his palms and said with a smile:

"Now to continue our conversation."

"As I just said, over the next few months, we are very honored to host a very exciting event that has not been held for nearly a century.

"It is - the upcoming Triwizard Tournament! 35

His tone was very light, but it was very loud in the silent church, like a boulder thrown into the silent water waves, and the cheap water wreaths made waves.

In the heart of every little wizard, it seems like a wave of waves has been splashed, and it can't be stable and calm at all.

"What did Professor Dumbledore just say?"

Fred whispered in disbelief, and his eyes were dull as he looked at the few friends around him.

He suspected that he had just heard it wrong...

The Triwizard Tournament, and this game will be played at Hogwarts!?

Oh, Merlin's beard!

"The Triwizard Tournament is about to start."

George on the side pushed him and said excitedly.

"Let's go to the competition too!

"We're going to participate!

Fred quickly stood up and shouted excitedly.

And Harry and Ronald and the little Erza who just arrived were a little dazed because they had never heard of the event.

"What could be more exciting than Quidditch?"

Harry muttered softly.

Triwizard Tournament -

Lou En propped his face in one hand and took a sip of the chocolate milk in his hand.

"Malfoy, do you want to go? 35

he turned his face to the equally surprised Malfoy and asked

"Come on, even if you are selected based on grades, you may not be selected for me.

After Malfoy heard this, he smiled reluctantly and then shook his head.

He wasn't like Harry and Ronald over there, and he knew something about this Triwizard Tournament.

Once founded more than 700 years ago, there are three schools competing, each school selects a warrior, and then challenges - the final winner will receive honor and money.

However—later because of too many deaths, the Triwizard Tournament has been interrupted until now.

"Don't give up, what if it's by lottery?"

The corner of Lou En's mouth raised an arc, and he said in a thoughtful tone.

After Principal Dumbledore's explanation, the bottom had completely exploded.

The lively sound seems to be in a crowd of people, cheers, whistles...

I don't know what kind of celebration there is.

"Lou En, do you want to participate?!"

Fred turned around and spoke to him in a low voice.

"This time the victor won not only honor, but also a thousand gold Galleons!

"It depends on the situation, if selected."

Lou En's eyes flashed and replied softly.

"I don't know what the selection will be based on this time?

Fred said expectantly.

Dumbledore looked at the wizards below who were whispering excitedly with their neighbors, and his face gradually became serious.

After all, there is only one warrior, so this means that many people will lose hope.

"I know you're all eager to win the Triwizard trophy for Hogwarts, but—"

A moment of turning made everyone calm down.

They knew it was time for Dumbledore to talk about the terms of the competition.

"The participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there should be an age limit for this year's competitors, and only wizards over the age of seventeen would be allowed to sign up!

Speaking of the back, Dumbledore's voice rose slightly.

Because some people, like the Weasley brothers, have protested angrily after hearing these conditions.

"This measure is necessary, because it is for the sake of your safety in 807. Students in grades six and seven are simply unable to cope with those challenges with the knowledge in their minds..."

"Now begin your meal, gentlemen and ladies!"

After speaking, Dumbledore glanced at Moody, who was in the corner of the wall, and waved to him.

"It's not fair,

George angrily picked up the fork in his hand and took a bite of the beef.

Fred on the side was not much better, after all, the two of them were only four months away from turning seventeen.

"We're sixteen years old, and it's time for adults!"

While Lou En listened to their complaints, he took a sip of the chocolate milk in his hand.

It wasn't until he noticed the little witch's look at him that he embarrassedly replaced the milk with hot black tea.

"What a pity, as you know, with my talent, I can definitely be a warrior!"

With a pity expression on Malfoy's face, he said loudly to both Goyle and Crabbe.

If Lou En remembers correctly, he remembers that the condition for throwing in the Goblet of Fire seems to be to pass the age line that Dumbledore himself set up...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the very arrogant Malfoy, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Do not worry!

You must have a spot in the Triwizard Tournament this time, Malfoy!.