Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Under everyone's gaze, the man walked up to Dumbledore, stretched out his hand and shook his hand. The two whispered a few words. It seemed that Dumbledore was asking, but the man just shook his head, whispered a few words, and sat down in the empty seat on the right.

He pulled over a plate of sausages, sniffed it first, then casually took out a knife from his pocket, cut it and ate it.

All the teachers and students in the school watched his actions quietly. Harry keenly noticed that since this man appeared, Snape had been a little restless, as if he had suddenly grown a hemorrhoid on his buttocks.

Just as he was guessing the identity of this man, Dumbledore spoke.

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

Moody nodded slightly as a gesture. Normally, when a new teacher meets everyone, everyone will applaud and welcome him, but now except for Dumbledore and Hagrid, everyone else is still quiet.

"It's really him." Ron couldn't help whispering, "Mad-Eye Moody!"

"You know him?" Harry looked at him.

"Of course, there is almost no one in the wizarding family who has not heard of his name. Half of the prisoners in Azkaban were arrested by him, especially those Death Eaters."

"Dad has a good relationship with him, but I have never met him."

Ron paused: "But after Moody retired, maybe he suffered too many injuries, the whole person became crazy, always thinking that someone would attack him, so everyone called him Mad-Eye Moody."

"I didn't expect Dumbledore to invite him to be a professor. We are in trouble this semester."

Harry thought it was good, "At least he is very powerful, isn't he?"

"But he is a powerful lunatic."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued the topic that was interrupted just now: "Where were we just talking about..."

"You want to cancel the Quidditch House Cup!" Fred shouted. "Eight two eight two seven seven"

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Weasley, that's it, that's because we are very honored to host a very wonderful event, which has not been held for more than a century."

Dumbledore said briskly: "I am very happy to tell you that the new Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Are you kidding me?" George stood up in surprise, and the tense atmosphere that had been shrouding the hall since Moody came in was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed out loud, and Dumbledore also smiled in appreciation.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley." He said, "But since you mentioned joking, I have a good joke here, about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun, they walked into a tavern together, or the same guest room..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat very deliberately.

"Oh, if you want to listen, you can come to my office, and I will tell you alone then.”

Dumbledore wisely changed the subject, "Let's continue talking about the Triwizard Tournament. After the efforts of many schools and the Ministry of Magic, the competition has been upgraded."

"In the beginning, only three schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, participated in the competition. It was held every five years, but later because of the excessive number of deaths, the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"But now, we think the time is ripe, and because of the development of the times, the exchanges and competitions between the three colleges can no longer meet the needs."

"So..." He announced in the burning eyes of everyone: "This time, there are six schools participating in the competition, plus our Hogwarts, a total of seven schools will compete for the final winner!"

"In October, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, the Institute of Magic, Ugadu, and Costoris, six schools will arrive at Hogwarts one after another, and the ceremony to select the champions will be held on Halloween. ”

“Of course, it is a bit inappropriate to call such a grand event the Triwizard Tournament.”

Dumbledore flicked his right hand, and a gorgeous golden cup appeared in front of him, spinning and shining.

“An enthusiastic friend made an outstanding contribution to this event. He donated the Holy Grail as a prize for the college to which the champion belongs.”

“Therefore, this year's Triwizard Tournament will be officially renamed the Holy Grail War! ”

From the competition to a ‘war’, the level of enthusiasm immediately rose several levels, and many people began to fantasize uncontrollably.

After going through untold hardships, he defeated competitors from other schools and brought the honor and trophy back to Hogwarts. He was greeted by the cheers of students and the admiring expressions of his secret crush.

Hehehe

At this time, Dumbledore added fuel to the fire.

“In addition to winning honor for the school, the winner can also receive a bonus of 3,000 Galleons.”

“Duo Shao?!” Ron’s voice was distorted.

“3,000 Galleons.” Dumbledore repeated with a smile.

“I want to sign up!” Ron’s eyes were so firm that they could be seen...

“I’m sorry, Mr. Weasley. "Dumbledore looked at him with a smile: "Although we have optimized the items and processes of the competition many times, it is still full of dangers. This is a difficult challenge, so for safety reasons-only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register for this competition."

"This is unfair!" Fred and George slammed the table: "We are still half a year away from turning seventeen, there is no difference at all!"

This time it was not Dumbledore's turn to speak. Professor McGonagall stood up and just glanced at them with a stern look. The two immediately became quails, and other dissatisfied students also became honest.

"The significance of this event is not just a competition." Dumbledore finally said: "The delegations of other schools willThey will spend almost the entire school year with us, and we will have more exchange activities to help everyone make progress together..."

Amid the enthusiasm and restlessness of the group, Dumbledore ended the party.

The students also knew the role of the new building. In the coming year, they will serve as dormitories for teachers and students from other schools, and after they leave, they will become part of the teaching building, with more space inside, which is more convenient for professors to teach practical classes.

But now everyone has completely lost interest in the house, and the Holy Grail War is the most eye-catching point.

Back in the lounge, a group of people sighed, they were not old enough, and they were not even allowed to register.

Especially the two sixth-grade boys, both of whom had birthdays in November. If the registration date was ten days or half a month later, they could have participated.

"Don't be sad." Their friends comforted, "Even if you register, you won't be selected based on your strength and grades."

One of them blushed, "Can't we just hope that the professors are blind and take a fancy to us? "

Suddenly, he looked at Cedric, "Cedric, your birthday should be next month, right?"

Cedric scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm lucky, I just caught up."

"That's great, if you go to participate in the election, you will definitely be selected. No one in the whole school can compare to you."

"No way." Cedric said modestly, "Sanders from Slytherin, Penelope from Ravenclaw, and Angelina from Gryffindor are all very good."

"Penelope is interning at the Ministry of Magic." Wayne, who was watching Hannah make up her homework, said casually: "She won't come back to participate in the competition."

One sentence drew many people's attention back to him.

"Wayne." A little badger couldn't help asking: "What about you, if you can participate in the competition, you will definitely win the championship and win the prize. ”

“I always feel that this rule is aimed at you. Can't you talk to the principal about it?”

You guessed it right. This rule is really aimed at him.

Wayne looked at everyone and curled his lips: “It’s too late to say this now. I have joined the competition committee and become a referee.”

“There is not much to say now, but the competition will be very tiring and dangerous. If you want to sign up, you can try. But you basically have no hope. Cedric has a great chance of being selected.”

Referee?

Many people were dumbfounded. They didn’t expect Wayne’s identity to change so much.

Cedric had an expression of sudden enlightenment: “No wonder you knew it a long time ago. Charlie and the others also got the news from you?”

“No, it should be the news from the Ministry of Magic. ”

Cedric nodded, and everyone looked at him expectantly.

Since Wayne can’t participate in the competition, Cedric is the only hope for Hufflepuff.

Although he is just in the sixth grade, many people believe that he is the best student in the academy., as for Wayne - only those who can't think straight would compare with him.

In other colleges, the scene was similar.

Everyone was discussing the seven schools, the 3,000 Galleon bonus, and the damn age limit.

George and Fred sighed, regretting that Jasmine didn't give birth to them a few months earlier.

"Maybe we can try to fool them." George had a crooked idea, "Just cast the forgetfulness spell on everyone who knows our birthdays."

The two of them looked at Lee Jordan who was laughing foolishly beside them.

Jordan's smile froze, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't do it, I will cooperate actively."

"Are you thinking things too simple?" Hermione said speechlessly: "The professors will have plenty of ways to test your age at that time."

"Did Wayne tell you?" Fred stroked his chin: "We only know such a fun thing now, Wayne is so mean."

"If you become a beautiful girl, he will teach you everything he knows." Hermione complained.

George and Fred laughed awkwardly, they could not forget Ron's social death scene last semester.

But even though Hermione warned them, the two still had no intention of giving up.

That's three thousand Galleons.

With this money, even if Ludo Bagman's gambling debts cannot be recovered, it will be no problem. This money is enough for them to rent a bright shop in Diagon Alley, and there will be a lot left.. .......

In a blink of an eye, it was the next morning.. .......

The storm outside had long ceased, but the ceiling of the hall was still covered with clouds.

The twins were holding a thick book and looking for some magical way to make themselves older and then get away with it. Ron's eyes also unconsciously glanced at them.

While eating bread, Wayne looked through the course schedule for this semester.

The morning Herbology class was with Gryffindor, and he didn't have to go to Care of Magical Creatures. In the afternoon... there were two consecutive Divination classes.

And tomorrow there were two big classes of Charms and Transfiguration, and on Wednesday there were Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic.

After finishing breakfast slowly, Wayne and Hermione, who had been waiting there for a long time, left the castle together.

"What's going on?" Wayne looked at her strangely.

The two walked on the soft lawn, Hermione just lowered her head, said nothing, and looked depressed.

"There are more than a hundred elves in Hogwarts, in the kitchen, you must have known it a long time ago."

The boy raised his eyebrows, "Almost, I have seen them all. After all, as a Hufflepuff, it is impossible not to go to the kitchen once in so many years."

"Qiu, Astoria and the others also know."

"Hermione, don't tell me that you are sympathizing with them."

Hermione looked at Wayne in great surprise: "Isn't it right? They don't even get paid, but they do the hardest work.'s work. "

"From my point of view, I think there is nothing wrong with it." Wayne looked up at a gourd-shaped cloud floating in the sky, "Because I am a vested interest, I will not harm my own interests to rescue the former losers."

"The losers?" Hermione looked at him in confusion.

"Go and read the history of elves." Wayne touched her head: "You will have more say if you fully understand what happened. If you still think so at that time..."

Hermione looked at him expectantly.

"Then I won't help you either. "Wayne smiled, causing Hermione to slap his hand away in anger.

......

In the Herbology class, Professor Sprout introduced a very disgusting plant - 'Babo Tuber'.

Rather than a plant, it is more like a big sticky slug. After emerging from the soil, it will keep squirming. There are many shiny bulges on its body, which seem to be full of liquid.

The task of the little wizard is to collect this disgusting but precious pus, and he must wear dragon leather gloves, because this pus is undiluted. It will cause burns to the skin.

Wayne felt sick just looking at it, not to mention doing it himself, even with gloves on.

He paid a Galleon and let Ron take care of all the tasks for him and Hermione.

Faced with such a huge sum of money, Ron's hands were about to smoke. When Professor Sprout saw this, he patted the boy's head lovingly and let him continue to fool around.

Everyone has their likes and dislikes, and as a professor, you can't force them, right?

"Madam Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout sealed the last bottle and said, "1.5 Babo tuber pus is the best medicine for the most stubborn acne, which can prevent students from squeezing their pimples with their hands. "

Wayne also discovered that as they entered puberty, many students had acne or freckles on their faces.

He thought, could he start from this aspect and spend some pocket money for the girls?

Wayne and Hermione parted ways first. The little witch had to go to the Care of Magical Creatures class, and he had nothing to do in the morning.

Looking up at the closed window of the principal's office, Wayne decided to go to Dumbledore.

After all, Moody was Astoria's grandmother. Old friends, they also built some friendship during last summer vacation, and it was impossible for him to be locked up by Barty Crouch Jr. for a whole school year.

When he confirmed this idea, the system also sent a prompt sound.

[Big Event - The shortest-serving professor in history is being generated...]

Uh, even the system has Barty Crouch Jr. as the professor this year?

Standing in front of the gargoyle, Wayne's expression was a little strange.

"What's wrong, Lawrence boy, aren't you going in, or do you want to chat with me?" The gargoyleThe Gargoyle asked in confusion.

"Go in, let's talk later, I have something to do with Dumbledore."

"No problem, see you later." The Gargoyle made way.

Wayne took the escalator to the door and knocked on it. He pushed the door open after hearing Dumbledore's voice.

Not only Dumbledore was in the room, but also Professor McGonagall and Snape.

Seeing him appear, the two professors were a little surprised, but the first to speak was Phineas on the wall.

"Kid, you're just in time, I have something to talk to you about!"

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