Chapter 367 School Starts
For the rest of the journey, Draco Malfoy was always very nervous. Because he habitually took the initiative to trouble Ron and Harry, he was worried that Alan would be angry.
When they changed into school robes, he was silent; when the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station, he looked at Ellen's face anxiously, as a Slytherin. He has long learned to read his words and emotions-but Alan's expressionless face made him even more worried.
The car door opened, and there was a rumble of thunder in the air. The little wizards got off the train, bowed their heads and squinted in the pouring rain. It was raining hard and fast, as if buckets of cold water were being poured over their heads.
In the cold wind and rain, they were shaking like quails one by one.
Allen grabbed Hermione who was wrapping Crookshanks in her cloak and was about to rush down, "I'll take you straight back to the castle."
Allen turned into a phoenix, and Hermione and Luna's hands touched his back.
Draco looked envious at first, but then he saw Phoenix staring at him closely, his face full of disbelief: "Alan, you want to take me?"
Phoenix nodded, and Draco's face burst into a big, poodle-like smile like his henchman Bampansey, which was kind of silly.
When they arrived at the splendid auditorium, it was empty.
"Maybe we have to wait for a long time!" Hermione took out the "Level Four of Spells" and sat down next to Allen on the long table in Ravenclaw.
For the banquet of the new semester, the auditorium was decorated again. Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating gold plates and goblets.
By the time Hermione was almost halfway through the book, the four long house tables were filled with chattering students. There was a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, and the staff sat one by one on one side of the table, facing their students.
Hermione just got up and returned to the Gryffindor long table under the envious eyes of everyone who was drenched in the rain and hadn't had time to clean up.
In such a cold weather, it is such a blessing to be taken back to the castle by Allen, who is in the area where apparation is prohibited, without having to endure cold wind, cold rain, and muddy paths!
After witnessing the sorting ceremony, the hungry and cold little wizards finally had a good meal. When nearly all the food has been swept away, the last remaining crumbs disappear and the plate is clean and shiny again.
At this moment, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing voices in the hall stopped suddenly, only the howling of the wind and the beating of the heavy rain could be heard.
"Okay!" Dumbledore said, looking at everyone with a smile, "Now that we are all full and full, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have some announcements to make."
"First of all, I regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch tournament this year."
After a short exclamation, the auditorium remained surprisingly quiet.
Dumbledore continued: "This is because a large event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all have a lot of fun out of it. I It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts—”
At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger. He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking towards the staff desk.
Every inch of his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a big crooked gash, and the protruding nose was missing. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.
One of his eyes is small, black and shiny; the other eye is big, round like a coin,
And it's a vivid bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye—then the blue eye rolled over and entered the man's head.
"Moody." Although he had never met him before, Allen recognized his identity at once with that magic eye alone.
"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily introduced, "Professor Alastor Moody."
However, not a single teacher or student applauded. Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands a few times, and found that the applause echoed lonely in the silent auditorium, so they put down their hands knowingly. Everyone else seemed stunned by Mad-Eye Moody's strange appearance, and just stared at him intently - while the other party obviously didn't care about these stares, and started to eat himself after the initial introduction stand up.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I said," he said, smiling at the crowd of students in front of him, who were still staring blankly at their new professor, Moody, "in the next few months we will be honored We are proud to host a fantastic event, which has not been held in over a century. It is with great pleasure that I report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."
A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the auditorium instantly became noisy. In front of the tables of each college, there were people watching Dumbledore enthusiastically, or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.
But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent again.
"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," he said, "however, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there will be an age cutoff for this year's competitors. Only seventeen Students under the age of 10 are allowed to enroll for consideration. We feel—”
Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, his tone extremely serious.
"This measure is very necessary, because the project of the Tournament is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it. I will join forces with Beauxbaton and The principal of Durmstrang, on the basis of the original measures, has put in place sufficient restrictions to prevent underage students from deceiving our impartial referees and becoming warriors in the Triwizard Tournament."
In the distance, Allen and Dumbledore's eyes met, and Dumbledore didn't mean to look away at all, "Therefore, if you are under seventeen years old, I beg you not to waste your time applying."
"Next, there is another piece of good news." Dumbledore looked at the Ravenclaw long table, "Ravenclaw's Alan Harris not only shined in the Quidditch World Cup, but also contributed to England The team brought the championship title, and he used his Animagus to save many injured Aurors that night. For his extraordinary efforts and achievements, he was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class. It is a great honor Yes, I am personally authorized to present the award to Mr Harris."
There was warm applause in the auditorium, and under the envious eyes of the young wizards, Allen took the golden medal with a purple ribbon from Dumbledore.
"In addition, Mr. Alan Harris has become the youngest school manager in our Hogwarts history." Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, but Alan keenly noticed that the eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses Here, there is no such thing as the gentleness mentioned earlier when he saved people.