Hogwarts Everything is Three

Draco Malfoy had been very nervous for the rest of the journey, and he was worried that Alan would be angry because he habitually took the initiative to find trouble with Ron and Harry.

When they changed into the colonel, he was silent; when the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the pitch-black Hogsmeade station, he looked at Alan’s face nervously, as Slytherin. He had learned to watch his words a long time ago—but Alan’s expressionless face made him worry more.

The door of the car 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 downpour. The rain was rushing and violent, like buckets of cold water constantly pouring on their heads.

In the cold wind and rain, each of them trembled like quail.

Alan grabbed Hermione who was holding Crookshank in a cloak and wanted to rush down, "I will take you directly back to the castle."

Alan became a Phoenix, and Hermione and Luna's hands touched his back.

Draco had a look of envy at first, and then saw Phoenix staring at him tightly, his face full of disbelief: "Ellen, you want to take me?"

Phoenix nodded, and Draco's face instantly burst into a big poodle-like smile like his daughter Ben Pansy, that was a bit silly.

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

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

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

By the time Hermione read the book almost halfway, the four long college desks were already full of chirping students. There is a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, and the faculty members are sitting on the side of the table, facing their students.

Only then did Hermione get up, and returned to the Gryffindor long table in the envy of the crowd who had been soaked in the rain before they came to clean up.

In such cold weather, it is a blessing to be brought back to the castle by Allen who can be in the forbidden apparition zone without having to endure the cold wind, rain, and muddy paths!

After the hungry little wizards witnessed the sorting ceremony, they can finally have a full meal. When almost all the food was swept away, the last remaining debris on the plate disappeared, and the plate became clean and shiny again.

At this moment, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing voice in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the roar of the wind and the beating of heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, and said, "Now that we are all full and full, I must ask everyone to pay attention again. I want to announce a few notices."

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

After a brief exclamation, the auditorium remained surprisingly quiet.

Dumbledore continued: "This is because a large event will start in October and will last the entire school year, occupying a lot of the teachers' time and energy-but I believe you can all have a lot of fun. I I am very happy to announce to everyone that this year at Hogwarts—"

Just then, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood at the door, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads 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 a long gray hair, and started walking towards the staff desk.

Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a big slanted opening, but the place where his nose should have been raised was missing. And the most frightening 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 is a bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—later, the blue eye turned over and got into the man's head.

"Moody." Although he had never seen each other, Alan recognized him instantly by the magic eye.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts class teacher," Dumbledore introduced happily, "Professor Alastor Moody."

However, no teacher or student applauded. Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped a few chins, and noticed that the applause echoed lonely in the silent auditorium, so he put down his hands with interest. The others seemed to be stunned by Mad-Eye Moody’s weird appearance, just staring at him intently-and the other party obviously didn’t care about these gazes, and started to eat after the first introduction. stand up.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I just said," he said, smiling at the many students in front of him-the students are still staring at their new professor Moody. "In the next few months, we will be very honored. This is a very exciting event that has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the auditorium instantly became noisy. At every college table, there were people watching Dumbledore enthusiastically or whispering excitedly to the 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 agree that ~www.ltnovel.com~ should set an age limit for this year's competitors. . Only students who have reached the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up for consideration. We think—"

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, his tone extremely serious.

"This measure is very necessary, because the competition project is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many preventive measures we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it. I will work together with Boothbarton and On the basis of the original measures, the principal of Durmstrang placed sufficient prohibitions to prevent underage students from deceiving our impartial referees and becoming champions in the Triwizard Tournament."

From a distance, Alan and Dumbledore’s eyes met, and Dumbledore didn’t mean to look away at all. “So, if you are under seventeen, I beg you not to waste 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 for England. The team brought the championship title, and on that night, he used his Animagus to save many injured Aurors. In view of his extraordinary efforts and achievements, he was awarded the Merlin Class II Medal, very honored Yes, I am authorized to present the award to Mr. Harris in person."

There was enthusiastic applause in the auditorium, and in the envious eyes of the little wizards, Alan took the golden medal with a purple ribbon from Dumbledore's hand.

"In addition, Mr. Allen Harris has become the youngest school manager in our history at Hogwarts." Dumbledore took the lead and applauded, but Allen keenly noticed the eyes behind his crescent glasses. Here, there is no gentleness mentioned earlier when he saved people.