Hermione looked at the two men beside her who were still eating wildly, sighed heavily, and then, as if she had found a savior, she hunched over and carefully came to Bree's dining table.
"Brie, these foods are made by the slave house elves at Hogwarts!" Hermione covered her mouth and yelled angrily, her excited eyes fixed on Bree's face, looking forward to hearing from Bree.
I saw a trace of the same sympathy and intolerance as hers.
"Oh, that's outrageous." Draco looked at Hermione as if she were a monster, but Bree patted her head, making Draco swallow the next words that mocked Hermione's thoughts.
"Sit down first, Hermione, your face is so pale, you're starving just by looking at it."
Bree handed her green apple pie to Hermione, but Hermione just squeezed the knife and fork tightly and looked at her with great disappointment.
"Hermione, I found out about wizards' slave house elves when I was in first grade. I don't like such an unfriendly situation, but we are wizards who enjoy convenience, and we have no position to say anything high-sounding."
"Do you know Grindelwald? His original slogan was to slave Muggles and rule the world with the power of wizards."
"Huh?" Hermione was suddenly stunned. Of course she had read this record.
Seeing Hermione like this, Bree took the knife and fork in Hermione's hand, elegantly cut off the green apple pie in front of Hermione, and handed it to Hermione's mouth.
"We humans can't solve our own problems, so what qualifications do we have to save other species... Of course, Grindelwald proved his failure, and you can also prove yourself right, but you should first understand what house elves need.
What can be gained, you can’t bring it into your mind, that’s unfair to them, and you can’t decide your life for them.”
Just like Dumbledore decided Harry Potter's life, even though Bree didn't choose to be friends with Harry, she still felt sad for Harry.
Hermione ate the food handed over by Bree in a daze. After swallowing it with a sob, she said silently: "Just like Buckbeak, as a member of the wizards, I understand its situation, so I am not qualified.
I can't save it...but I think house elves might be different, and I want to give it a try."
Taking the knife and fork from Bree's hand, Hermione devoured it. She was really hungry.
"If the house elves are guilty of wizards and are not worth saving, then I will give up." Hermione blushed and saw Bree handing over new food. She whispered: "Thank you, Bree,
I always feel that I can’t learn what you mentioned at Hogwarts. There are also ideological courses in the Muggle world. Hogwarts can only rely on itself. This is too unfriendly to the growth of little wizards. No wonder black
There are so many wizards, and we Muggle-born wizards don’t know what the real wizarding world is like. Can we live in the wizarding world after graduation?”
Hermione silently complained about the shortcomings of Hogwarts and continued to eat food, but her overall energy improved a lot.
"winter!"
Just when Bree could eat, the door to Hogwarts was suddenly pushed open.
"Boom!" Thunder and lightning flashed across the night sky, and dazzling light hit the man who stepped into the Hogwarts Great Hall.
Dumbledore stood up immediately when he saw it and comforted the frightened little wizards. Who knew that this man's appearance was too rough or scary.
"This is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore introduced.
"I think many wizards know him. He was once an outstanding Auror."
"Oh, it's Moody!" Slytherin, who has always been known for his coldness and calmness, exclaimed. He quickly covered his mouth and was frightened when he saw Moody's fake eyes and the ferocious knife marks on his face.
He looked away, not daring to look at Moody.
Moody snorted, clearly unfriendly towards the Slytherin table. He strode into the hall and quickly sat down on the Hogwarts professor's chair without introducing himself.
"Sorry, Albus, I'm a little late." Moody twitched his tongue, but his expression was unapologetic.
"There was something wrong with Mr. Crouch. A kid sneaked into his home. I happened to pass by to deal with it."
Dumbledore smiled and said: "It's not too late. I'm already surprised that you can take up the post."
Moody nodded, and when he saw the cold-faced Snape sitting next to him, he snorted again, as if he had a bigger opinion about Snape.
When Dumbledore saw this, he immediately said: "We should announce something important."
After Moody arrived, almost all eyes were on him. At this time, Dumbledore stood up again, and this gaze came to Dumbledore.
"It seems everyone has eaten..."
Dumbledore said in a loud voice. As he spoke, the food on the table disappeared one after another. Both Moody, who was just about to use the knife and fork, and Bree, who was not full because of Hermione's interruption, frowned.
"I am very sorry. I am going to announce a regrettable thing, that is - there will no longer be Quidditch and Fantasy game competitions at Hogwarts this year... Of course, we will not stop private club activities."
"Oh no!"
The faces of the little wizards below changed greatly, especially Draco and Ron, who are fans of fantasy games. Even Hermione's face changed greatly. But before the little wizards could protest, Dumbledore squinted his eyes and said loudly.
: "We are going to hold a competition that has been sealed for decades!"
"This competition will be held by warriors from Hogwarts College, Durmstrang College, and Beauxbatons College in the Hogwarts Competition..."
Draco looked surprised. He quickly thought of what kind of game this was. He leaned into Bree's ear and began to introduce it. At the same time, the little wizards below were also whispering to each other. It seemed that no one knew about this.
Not a few.
"That's right, it's the Triwizard Tournament!"
With Dumbledore's confirmation, the young wizards cheered loudly. The Triwizard Tournament was definitely a highlight in the school's history. It was one of the greatest honors that the young wizards could receive during their time at school, and it was much more meaningful than the Academy Cup.
Seeing the young wizards reacting with such excitement, Dumbledore had to dampen their enthusiasm.
"Children, children, the Triwizard Tournament is dangerous. We must ensure that the participating young wizards have enough strength to compete, so... only young wizards who are over seventeen years old can participate in this competition. Specific participation
The rules will be announced in October, after the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrive."
"Oh!" the little wizards all wailed.
"It's so disappointing!" Draco clenched his fists and said angrily: "Brie, if you go, you don't have to compete at all, you can just take the trophy away!"
"Dumbledore must not want you to participate in the competition."
"Okay, Draco, I'm more concerned about when to leave now." He will have to go to Dumbledore's office later, which will delay his time to go to the kitchen for supper.
Dumbledore looked at the little wizards who had calmed down a little and was about to leave, but Hagrid, who was at the end of the teacher's bench, gave him a wet look, which was very sad.
Dumbledore sighed slightly, and he suppressed the voices of the young wizards and said: "Here is some sad news. Our Mr. Hagrid can no longer continue to be the magical creature of Hogwarts due to some things last year.
Professor, but I think he can still serve as a teaching assistant for a while until a suitable professor is appointed."
"Oh, Dumbledore..." Hagrid looked at Dumbledore movedly, holding a huge handkerchief tightly in his hand, feeling that he was going to cry at any time. He thought he would leave Hogwart after today.
It's too late.
"Mr. Hagrid will continue to serve as the guardian of the Forbidden Forest."
When Dumbledore said these words, Hagrid sniffed greatly.
"Then let the prefects take the little wizards to sleep."
Soon, the banquet broke up, and Bree walked upstairs.
"Brie, aren't you going to have a late-night snack? I know you haven't eaten enough." Draco asked, and Cedric was waiting for Bree.
Bree shook her head, left a few words and walked upstairs.
"I have to go find Dumbledore first."
Watching Bree leave, Draco and Cedric looked at each other.
Draco said angrily: "Look at what Dumbledore did, Bree must be angry. This is the Triwizard Tournament. Who knows when the next one will be!"
"I feel like Brie doesn't really care about this game." Cedric scratched his head.
"No, what do you know? You are seventeen years old, don't you want to participate?"
"Maybe, but I think if Bree participates, no one will have a chance." Cedric chuckled, waved to Draco, who was still staring at the stairs, and walked towards his dormitory. He was
The student council president originally wanted to take time off to go have supper with Bree, but it seemed like he still had to do some work.
Here, Bree, who had just arrived on the eighth floor, saw Moody coming out of Dumbledore's office, with Snape leading the way, as if he wanted to show Moody about Hogwarts.
"Your room is on the other side..." of the turret.
Snape looked at Moody behind him and snorted coldly.
"Dumbledore has something to do with me."
"It's Professor...you should learn to be polite, even if you don't like him." Snape glanced at Moody again, irritability and a hint of alienation flashed in his eyes.
"Go back and rest as soon as possible, you disobedient fellow." Snape quickly stepped down the stairs without waiting for Moody.
Bree smiled, but felt that Snape was really awkward and meant something...
Bree, who had read some reports, knew very well that Snape was accused by Karkaroff of being a Death Eater, but Dumbledore retained him and gave him the position of Potions Professor, and Moody
He was the most radical Auror at that time, and he and Crouch were a famous pair. Many dark wizards died at their hands, and they captured nearly half of the criminals in Azkaban.
Of course, the glorious achievements are inevitably accompanied by scars. One of Moody's eyes was blown out in a battle, and he replaced it with a magic eye. He heard that he had extraordinary magic and could see through little tricks.
Moody's legs were also amputated, but the wizarding world would not care about these minor injuries. The prosthetic limbs would allow Moody to live like a normal person.
"Bree Old?" Moody stopped Bree, as if he wanted to put on a show, put on a professor's airs, and scare Bree. Of course, Bree saw this.
"Sorry...b(Barti Crouch II——Barty Crouch II)...Moody...Professor, I think I have nothing to do with you. I am going to find Dumbledore now."
Little Barty's disguise was very good, but who asked Brie to use a positioning magic on him? When he appeared, Brie knew the true identity of "Moody", but Brie had no intention of revealing it, and she didn't intend to reveal it.
She doesn't plan to tell Dumbledore, just keep some information in her own hands. Anyway, this is Dumbledore's opponent, and Bree has no obligation to help Dumbledore.
"Stuck!" Before Moody could say anything, Bree opened the door and walked in.