Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Malcolm Bardock!"

"Slytherin!"

"Eleanor Branstone!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

One after another first-year students were assigned to the college they were supposed to go to. Those freshmen, with varying degrees of fear and panic on their faces, walked to the three-legged stool one by one, for fear of being assigned to a college they didn't like.

The team was slowly decreasing, and by the end, Professor McGonagall had finished reading the names on the list.

Professor Dumbledore stood up at this time. He looked at all the classmates with a smile, opened his arms and made a welcome gesture.

"I have only two words to tell you," he said, his deep voice echoing in the auditorium. "Eat!"

The students began to feast on their food. The new students who came to Hogwarts for the first time were quite shocked, but their appetites prevailed compared to the shocking emotions. Compared with their parents, they were still in their jobs. That is, the cooking house-elves are better at making dishes, which are more delicious.

The heavy rain was still beating heavily against the high, dark windows. Another blast of thunder made the glass windows rattle, and a flash of lightning flashed across the hazy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate. .

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

"Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year, there are several more items that are banned in the castle, and they are the Screaming Swimming Ball, the Tooth Saucer, and the Combo Boomerang. The whole list includes about four hundred and three Seventeen items can be found in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it out."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.

He continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that the forbidden forest on the other side of the venue is not allowed to enter by students, and the Hogsmeade village, all students under the third grade are not allowed to visit."

"I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

Many students in several colleges have grown up mouths, staring at their principals, their brains still can't accept this reality, is there any taboo in Quidditch competition? Why stop? This is the question in their minds.

Dumbledore continued: "This is because a large event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. I It's a great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts - and over the next few months, we'll be proud to host a very exciting event that hasn't been held in over a century. I It's a great pleasure to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You're joking!" Fred Weasley said loudly, the successive blows made him a little dizzy, and the shock of this news made him a little irrational, so did George, just announced by Dumbledore A lot of contraband is produced by their men.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said. "If you're going to hear a joke, I've got a pretty good one." The old man seemed to have forgotten his business again, and was about to tell the not-so-funny in public. joke.

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly, deliberately interrupting what Dumbledore was about to say.

Malfoy just watched the old man's deliberate antics, which seemed to make him more friendly in the eyes of the students. Not so confused.

Soon, Dumbledore took on a serious tone, his piercing eyes glanced at the student, and began to explain.

"...But later, the death toll was too high,

The Triwizard Tournament was interrupted. "

"Death?" As soon as they heard this word, many students in the lower grades began to tremble, especially those in the first grade. They never imagined that they would encounter this kind of thing on the first day they came to school. They just came to class, not to die.

They were so nervous that they didn't even listen to the rules.

In contrast, the senior students are gearing up, eager to try, and whispering excitedly.

"There have been several attempts to revive the Tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports believe that another attempt should be made. The time has come. We have done a lot this summer to make sure that no one of the Warriors lives is in danger."

“In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to select warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most eligible to compete. Three-strong cup, to win honor for one's own school, and one thousand Galleons for the individual."

Many students' eyes are shining, they have no interest in those who died more than a hundred years ago, and the generous bonus has made them a little bit incapable of thinking.

"Merlin's beard! How many years does Dad have to work, this is a thousand gold Galleons!" Ron exclaimed in amazement.

"I know you're all eager to win the Triwizard trophy for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed at the outset that there should be an age limit for this year's contenders. Only years Students who are seventeen—that is, seventeen and older—are allowed to sign up for consideration. We think.”

The Weasley twins suddenly became furious.

"This is not a wise rule. Some wizards with extraordinary talent or acquired hard work already have considerable magical attainments when they are under the age of 17." Dumbledore coughed lightly at this time and said to the audience. He glanced in a certain direction, then opened his arms and pressed his hands down, making the Weasley brothers shut up.

"But most students are still ordinary, and following this general rule, the older you get, the stronger you are."

"Then can we compete!" Hermione was startled, because Ron next to her suddenly shouted, his eyes were red and he looked very excited.

"The list of warrior candidates that have not been selected will be swallowed by the Goblet of Fire, and then screened by its unique magic." Dumbledore said, "So I will cast a spell around the Goblet of Fire to hinder the lack of strength. students, and students who can break through the limits I set are eligible for selection for the Goblet of Fire."

"In addition, I have news to announce, and I want to introduce two new faculty members." Dumbledore decided to change the subject.

The students seemed lethargic at this time, and after the intense stimulation, the new teacher was no longer attractive to them.

"This is your new teacher for the protection of magical creatures, Professor Grapland. You must have been together for a while last semester."

At this time, an elderly witch stood up from the teacher's seat and nodded. Her gray hair was cut short and her chin was very prominent. It was not very good-looking, but she could still feel her kind personality.

As a result, there was only a sparse applause from the auditorium.

"And then the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher - Mr. Alastor Moody."

"Again, you should be familiar enough with him. He came to Hogwarts as an Auror to help us last term," Dumbledore said with a smile.

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