Chapter 367 School Starts (Modified, Thanks to the Leader of the Alliance for Lying Drunk and Watching Yunsheng)

Draco Malfoy had been very anxious during the rest of the journey. Since he had a habit of taking the initiative to trouble Ron and Harry, he was worried that Alan would be angry.

He was silent when they changed into their school robes; when the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade station, he looked at Alan's face with anxiety, as a Slytherin. As a naughty kid, he had long learned to read people's emotions - but Allen's expressionless face made him even more worried.

The car door opened, and thunder rumbled in the air. The little wizards got off the train, lowering their heads and squinting their eyes in the pouring rain. The rain came hard and fast, as if buckets of ice-cold water were being poured over their heads.

In the cold wind and rain, they were shaking like quails.

Allen grabbed Hermione, who was wrapping Crookshanks in her cloak and trying to rush down. "I'll take you directly back to the castle."

Alan transformed into a phoenix, and Hermione and Luna's hands touched his back.

Draco originally looked envious, but then he saw Phoenix staring at him closely. His face was full of disbelief: "Alan, you want to take me with you?"

Phoenix nodded, and Draco's face instantly broke into a big poodle-like smile like that of his female attendant Pansy, which looked a bit silly.

When they arrived at the splendid auditorium, it was empty.

"Maybe we have to wait a long time!" Hermione took out the "Spell Level 4" and sat down next to Allen on the long table in Ravenclaw.

For the banquet of the new semester, the auditorium was specially decorated. Hundreds of candles floated above the table, making the gold plates and goblets sparkle.

When Hermione was almost halfway through the book, the four long house tables were already filled with chattering students. There was a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, with staff sitting on one side facing their students.

Hermione then stood up and returned to the Gryffindor table under the envious eyes of everyone who was soaked by the rain and had not yet had time to clean up.

In such a cold weather, it was such a blessing to be able to be taken directly back to the castle by Allen, who was in the prohibited Apparition area, without having to endure the cold wind, cold rain, or muddy paths!

After the hungry and cold little wizards witnessed the sorting ceremony, they could finally have a full meal. When almost all the food has been swept away, the last remaining crumbs on the plate disappear and the plate becomes clean and shiny again.

At this time, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing voices in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the howling of the wind and the pounding of heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we have eaten and drank enough, I must ask everyone's attention again. I have a few announcements to make."

"First of all, I am very sorry to tell you that the College Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

After a brief exclamation, the auditorium remained surprisingly quiet.

Dumbledore continued: "This is because a major event is due to start in October and run throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and attention - but I'm sure you will all get a great deal of enjoyment from it. I I am very pleased 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 to look at the stranger, and suddenly a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger. He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking toward the staff table.

Every inch of his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a large, crooked hole, and the place where his nose should be raised was missing. The most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes is small, black, and shiny; the other eye is large, round like a coin, and it is a vivid bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye--then the blue eye rolled up and penetrated the man's head.

"Moody." Even though he had never met him before, Allen recognized his identity at once with just that magic eye.

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore introduced happily, "Professor Alastor Moody."

However, not a single teacher or student applauded. Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands several times, and found that the applause seemed lonely in the silent auditorium, so they put down their hands knowingly. Everyone else seemed to be stunned by Mad-Eye Moody's strange appearance, and just stared at him intently - but the other person obviously didn't care about these looks, and began to eat on his own after the initial introduction. stand up.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I just said," he said, smiling at the crowd of students who were still staring blankly at their new professor, Moody, "in the next few months, we will be very honored. We are here to host a fantastic event that has not been held for over a century. I am delighted to say that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year.”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the auditorium instantly became noisy. In front of each college table, there were people either watching Dumbledore feverishly, or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.

But Dumbledore spoke again, and the auditorium became quiet again.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that UU Kanshu www.uｕｕｎｓ.net should set an age for this year's competitors. Boundaries. Only students who are over seventeen years old are allowed to register for consideration. We feel-"

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, his tone extremely serious.

"This measure is necessary because the competition events are still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is simply impossible for students below sixth and seventh grade to handle it. I will join forces with Beauxbatons and The principal of Durmstrang, on the basis of the original measures, has imposed sufficient restrictions to prevent underage students from deceiving our fair referees and becoming warriors in the Triwizard Tournament."

From a distance, Allen and Dumbledore's eyes met. Dumbledore had no intention of looking away, "Therefore, if you are under seventeen years old, I beg you not to waste time in applying."

"Next, there is another good news." Dumbledore's eyes looked at the Ravenclaw table, "Alan Harris of Ravenclaw not only shined in the Quidditch World Cup, but also contributed to England's success. The team brought the championship title, and that night, he used his Animagus to save many injured Aurors. In view of his extraordinary efforts and achievements, he was awarded the Order of Merlin, Second Class, which was a great honor. Yes, I am personally authorized to present the award to Mr. Harris in person.”

There was warm applause in the auditorium. Under the envious eyes of all the young wizards, Allen took the golden medal with a purple ribbon from Dumbledore's hand.

"In addition, Mr. Alan Harris has also become the youngest school director in the history of our Hogwarts." Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, but Alan keenly noticed that the eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses Here, there is no such gentleness as when he was rescuing people just mentioned.