Chapter 151 Unite! We Are Not Pacifists

When Dumbledore and Hagrid were the only ones applauding the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hermione clapped along.

Ron and Harry, sitting next to her, turned their heads in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked strangely, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Don't you think... um... he looks scary?" Ron stammered.

"Oh—yes," Hermione nodded, "to be honest, it's kind of... But, don't you guys have a little memory?"

"What?" Harry and Ron asked suspiciously.

"Maka has told us time and time again with his own actions that we shouldn't just look at the surface!" Hermione said solemnly, with a bit of gnashing of teeth in her tone.

"Hmm... You mean, maybe this scary-looking new professor is a good guy?" Harry looked at Moody, who was eating sausage, and he really couldn't build a good impression in his heart.

"What I mean is, don't make a judgment lightly without having solid evidence!" Hermione said every word, expressing full doubts about Harry's ability to understand.

Moody himself, who was in the center of sight, seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction.

Ignoring the large pitcher of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached into his traveling cloak and took a swig from a curved decanter. As he raised his arm to drink, his cloak was pulled up a few inches from the floor, and a wooden carved prosthetic leg could be seen a few inches beneath the table, with a claw-shaped foot underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said," he said, smiling at the throng of students before him, "over the next few months we will be honored to host a very exciting event that has been in existence for over a century It has not been held. I am very happy to tell you that this year, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts."

"You're kidding!" exclaimed Fred Weasley.

The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium ever since Moody walked in was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Bullido smiled appreciatively too.

"I'm not kidding, Mr Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I did hear a very funny one about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun, all of them into the same tavern..."

Professor McGonagall coughed loudly.

"Oh—it seems inappropriate to say this now...not appropriate..." Dumbledore smiled, "Where did I just say that? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... Some of you are still I don’t know what is going on in this hegemony contest, so I hope those who know the situation can forgive me to explain a little bit here, and I will allow their minds to wander for a while..."

The Triwizard Tournament was created some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest schools of magic in Europe.

The three schools are Hogwarts in England, Beauxbatons in France and Durmstrang in a mysterious location.

According to the past rules, each school should select a warrior, and then the three warriors will compete in three magic items.

Originally, the Triwizard Tournament would be held every five years, and the sponsors would be held in rotation by the three schools. It was agreed that this was one of the best ways to form friendships between young wizards from different countries.

"...But later, there were too many deaths, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"Death toll?" whispered Hermione, looking around in amazement.

But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as she was, and many were chatting excitedly. Even Harry and Ron seemed in high spirits.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to bring back the Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "but none have been successful. This year, however, I and Mr. Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic, believe that it is best to do it again." The time is ripe to try. We have communicated a lot with the Department of International Magical Cooperation and actively contributed to this grand event”

"In October, the Headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring their carefully selected contenders, and the selection of the warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are best qualified to compete The Tri-Strong Cup, win honors for your school, and even get a bonus of 1,000 Galleons for yourself."

Having said that, Dumbledore paused for a moment, and then said in a more emphatic tone: "In order to make this event more exciting, this time the Triwizard Cup itself has also been replaced with a special magic item. If Whoever wins the final victory, then this magic item will also belong to him personally!"

"As for what it is, please allow me to keep it a secret... When the game starts, everyone will know what it is."

Everyone's faces lit up at the thought of the possibility of such honor and wealth, a chance to be a true Hogwarts warrior.

At each college table, young wizards either stared at Dumbledore enthusiastically, or whispered excitedly to their neighbors.

But at this moment, Dumbledore spoke again. This time, his words caused everyone to protest angrily.

Dumbledore proposed an age limit.

Only students who have reached the age of seventeen—that is, students over the age of seventeen—are allowed to register.

"The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations will be arriving in October and will be with us for the majority of the academic year. I know you will all be well behaved while our foreign guests are here. Warm and friendly, and once the Hogwarts champion is finally chosen, you will support 'him' or 'her' wholeheartedly."

"Okay, it's getting late, and it's important for you to go into class tomorrow morning refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down and turned to Mad-Eye Moody. The students stood up one after another, rushed to the two doors facing each other with faces full of unwillingness, and walked to the common room of their respective colleges.

...

Several days have passed since Maca came to Durmstrang, but he has been wandering around the campus all the time except for class time.

In fact, what he wants to do in Durmstrang this time is very simple, that is two words - high-profile! And some of the rules here allowed him to find the most suitable path.

"I heard that you are the most powerful duelist in Durmstrang?" Maca shook all the parts of his body so that he could show the most mocking gesture, "Little brat, do you dare to duel with me?" ? Shall we make gestures?"

A country bumpkin accent that is lazy and arrogant, coupled with his appearance of "I'm just provoking you, if you don't accept it, I will fight a duel", really made the other party annoyed all of a sudden.

But when the senior student turned around with anger, he suddenly disappeared.

"You're trying to—well, no...I'm not great, not at all."

Maca squinted, tilted his neck, looked him up and down, and finally staggered away in an angry posture.

If he is not fooled, what can he do? You can't drag someone to the duel ring like a dementor, can you?

Several times in a row, Maca ate his own deflated invisibly. Since there is no way to get credits by finding someone to "make a date", then he can only use his brain more and take a few more detours.

Early the next morning, Maca posted this notice on the bulletin board in the school hall:

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Dear senior students who are not good at duels, and junior students who have not yet mastered dueling spells:

In order to make it difficult for everyone to obtain credits due to their weak dueling ability, I will provide you with additional dueling training guidance for free, and when you need it, I will protect you from being harassed by malicious duel invitations.

For this reason, I hereby create a dueling club, and give it a resounding and warm name, our dueling club is called "Unite! We are not pacifists".

Come and join us! I am here waiting for you!

Note: For those who want to join, please go to the open space in front of the school gate to register as a member during the break time.

Your friends, Maca McLean

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Soon, the students who had just woken up, washed up, and were about to go to the auditorium to have breakfast gathered around the bulletin board, and everyone couldn't help but whispered to each other.

A strange notice, a strange organization, and an even stranger name will always make people feel far away. But on this notice, the words "providing everyone with additional training and guidance on dueling techniques for free" deliberately bolded by Maca made everyone's heart flutter.

Under the word of mouth of Durmstrang's students, even those who don't know already know Maca's publicity in the World Cup finals.

Almost everyone is thinking: if he guides them, will they also become so powerful?

Not long after, except for some students who didn't dare to approach Maca at all, the other young wizards all flocked to the gate of the castle.

Maca was sitting in the open space on the side of the gate. And in front of him, there was a simple small table with a large stack of parchment on it.

"Is everyone here to join the Dueling Club?" Maca saw that a large part of these people were freshmen.

When Maca asked, the little wizards immediately nodded their heads.

"Then let's all register! Everyone line up, come and get the registration form, and return it to me one by one after filling it out..."

"By the way, as soon as everyone is registered, the club will hold its first official event! Please get ready - unite! We are not pacifists!"