Under Professor Snape's 'suggestion', even though the school year has not officially started and the dinner has not even started, Gryffindor and Slytherin have already scored 250 points together... leading the House Cup points in reverse.
List.
He is indeed the most selfless teacher in Hogwarts. Whoever says that Snape favors Slytherin in the future, Rolf will be the first to refuse!
The news quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, and the originally cheerful little lions and little snakes fell silent.
But the smile did not disappear, it was transferred to the faces of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.
Professor Flitwick also smiled, and he picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Professor Sprout knowingly.
Seeing the two of them opening champagne so early, Dumbledore almost couldn't hold back, and he was even more secretly surprised:
"What happened to Severus? Why did he resort to killing eight hundred enemies and losing a thousand to himself?"
Hufflepuff has won the House Cup for three consecutive years. If we want to die together, we should go find it!
This academic year's deductions came earlier than before, which also made Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor, very heartbroken.
She waited for three years and three years, and three years and three years... It has been almost ten years. She could become the Headmaster of Hogwarts if she waited longer, but Gryffindor House had not yet won the House Cup.
But it comes with a negative 100-point buff at the beginning, just like playing basketball. The opponent is leading by twenty free throws at the beginning. The referee can't wait to turn into CP3 and go straight to the end of the eight-on-five... Professor McGonagall feels that it is too difficult for him.
After the song ended, the audience cheered with thunderous cheers. Only Professor McGonagall did not applaud and was still secretly feeling sad.
The Sorting Hat saw that Professor McGonagall looked strange and asked:
"Little Greg, what's wrong with you? Is the song I sing so ugly?"
"No." Professor McGonagall sighed softly: "I'm just a little upset."
"Tell me about it. Tell me what troubles little girls have. It would make me happy... Ah, I'll help you share your worries." The Sorting Hat pretended to be a caring big sister.
Professor McGonagall couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard the Sorting Hat say "little girl", but according to the Sorting Hat's age, everyone is a child.
She quickly talked about the Academy Cup.
"That's it?" The Sorting Hat chuckled and said, "Don't you just want to win the Academy Cup? I have an idea that will make sure you get the Academy Cup this year."
"What's the idea?"
"Didn't the House Cup in the past three years go to Hufflepuff House?" the Sorting Hat grinned and said:
"You are transferred to their college to be the dean... Oh, the dean is already Sprout, so you can become the vice dean!"
"..."
Hearing that he couldn't beat the Sorting Hat, he joined in. Professor McGonagall really wanted to pickle it with potatoes and wash it with the Black Lake water from 1982.
Professor McGonagall no longer paid attention to the sorting hat. She picked up the list and asked the new students to come in and be sorted.
She also prayed secretly, hoping that this year's Gryffindor would also receive a fierce man like Rolf from the sky.
But halfway through the sorting, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded outside the window, and then, the door of the auditorium was slammed open.
A man stood at the door, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.
Such a charming appearance naturally attracted the attention of countless people.
He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and began to walk towards the staff table.
Thumb, thump, every step he took, the wooden prosthesis under his feet would create a hollow sound that echoed in the auditorium.
He walked straight to the end of the guest seat, turned right, and limped towards Dumbledore.
Another bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the man's face extremely clearly:
Its face seemed to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood. It was scarred, its mouth was like a large crooked hole, and a large piece of its nose had been gouged out.
The most terrifying thing is his eyes, one is very small and black; the other is very big, round like a coin, and is a bright bright blue.
For a moment, the entire auditorium fell silent.
The stranger walked up to Dumbledore and held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.
The two shook hands gently, and Dumbledore asked: "How was your journey, Alastor?"
"Fortunately, Albus. The only danger encountered is thunder." Alastor Moody said in a low, hoarse voice.
"It will block the sound of others casting spells. The only benefit it can bring on a rainy day like this is that it saves the time of taking a shower."
"That's good. Let's sit down and rest for a while. Dinner will be served soon."
Dumbledore motioned to Moody to sit in an empty seat on the right, and the sorting process resumed.
But no one paid attention to the new student. Everyone was staring at this scary-looking man.
After the sorting was over, Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile: "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
My long-time friend——Professor Moody."
Everyone applauded sparsely, because Moody, with his crooked mouth, looked so scary that the students were afraid of him.
Moody didn't pay attention, but kept looking around, especially the blue eye that kept moving, turning up and down, left and right, and then turned back and drilled into his head. Everyone could only see one
Big white eyes.
This scene is even more terrifying.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued: "The second thing is that the Quidditch competition will be canceled this year."
The students all made a buzzing sound, like the hissing of a small flame.
There are very few entertainment facilities in Hogwarts. Apart from Quidditch, there are only niche games like Gobstone and Wizard Chess that you can play... but now they are no longer held?
They all stared at Dumbledore silently with their mouths wide open, as if they were too surprised to speak.
"If there is no competition, then what are we going to do?" George said loudly.
"Are you going to let go of the prank toys?" Fred continued.
"No, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore smiled:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Not only does it not let go, but it also adds dozens of prohibited items, such as the screaming ball in your hand and the flying saucer with teeth——
Stop hiding them - they are prohibited items."
The students all laughed, and Professor McGonagall gave George and Fred a hard look, then walked quickly towards them, preparing to take away the prohibited items.
The two of them looked like they were about to cry without tears.
"Although there will no longer be a Quidditch match, there is still a large-scale event that will start in October and last throughout the school year, which will occupy a lot of your time and energy."
Dumbledore continued:
"Yes... I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"
"Are you kidding me?!" Fred shouted.
Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley, but since you mentioned joking, I did hear a very funny joke about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who all entered the same pub.
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Professor McGonagall, who got the Screaming Ball and the Toothed Flying Saucer, cleared her throat loudly.
"Oh, it's probably inappropriate to talk about this now." Dumbledore said, "Some of you still don't know what this competition is about.
So, I hope those who know the situation will forgive me for explaining it a little bit and I will allow their brains to wander for a while."
Dumbledore quickly introduced the Triwizard Tournament.
Past death tolls were also highlighted.
The death toll here naturally refers to not only the three warriors, but also professors and spectators.
A lot of people died after watching a game, so it was suspended for more than a century, which is indeed normal.
But the students in the auditorium were not worried about the relationship between the people who died more than a hundred years ago and them.
Just as Dumbledore was coming to the end of his speech, the door of the auditorium was opened for the second time today.
Snape walked in dripping wet, followed by Harry, Ron, Malfoy and his two lackeys.
"Fuck Farkle!" Snape cursed angrily:
"I searched twenty miles to find these five little bastards! I almost drowned in the Black Lake!!
With this damn weather in Fak'er, I won't go out to look for anyone no matter what I say... Even if you beat me to death... Even if you beat me, I won't go out!"
