v5 Chapter 93： 3 Strong Tournament!

Latest website: A once-in-a-fifty-year heavy rain turned the wealthy Professor Sprout into a real Sister Runtu.

This is a very sad story.

Whether Professor Snape was happy or not is unknown, but his tense face looked melancholy.

This melancholy is likely to be mixed with worry... Worry that the lake water will wash away the precious plant 'corpse'.

Anyway, Sprout lost a lot, Hogwarts lost even more, and the school manager lost his underwear... Professor Snape made a lot of money.

Dead magical plants...however, they have to be recycled and used to make potions.

Inexplicable more herbs can be found in his small box.

Snape went on to repair the embankment of the lake to keep his basement from flooding.

Professor Sprout is gone too, to save her little cutie.

William watched eagerly, and wanted to follow to save those herbs.

He's Hogwarts' favorite herbal student... Although he wasn't earlier, but now, he can be!

Seeing that Professor Sprout was gone, Professor Flitwick began to blow smoke rings again, creating all kinds of interesting patterns.

William glanced around, not seeing the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor - Mad-Eye Moody.

He's a prudent master... If you don't step into the school, you'll probably ease the curse.

Soon, the door of the auditorium opened, and everyone immediately quieted down.

Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year freshmen and quickly walked to the middle of the auditorium.

Most of the students were fine, but a few were covered in water and seemed to have swum from the lake.

One of the children was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat. The coat was on him, and the long hem dragged on the ground like a rag.

"Brother, I fell in the lake..." He pointed at Colin Creevey in Gryffindor, his mouth open smugly and silently.

It was Colin's younger brother.

Colin Creevey is also well-known as Harry's "royal" cameraman.

Especially the year of the Chamber of Secrets, when he was attacked. Everyone found a lot of photos from his camera.

The students then understood that he liked taking pictures...but only Harry, and his intimate portraits.

On the bed, in the bathroom, on the grass, in the field, in the carriage... In a word, all the places that others could use to 'fall in love' were all used by him to photograph Harry.

It's a frenzy!

Professor McGonagall put a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshman, and on the stool a wizard hat that was covered with patches but not so dirty.

After Anne washed it, the Sorting Hat also became clean.

It twists its body and sings this year's new song.

In fact, the Sorting Hat is very powerful and lasts for a thousand years...a new song every year.

It is comparable to a certain "old-fashioned old singer" who once had an album a year.

Last year, it learned how to sing yordle, and this year, it made a new breakthrough again and learned the tearing sound of death rock.

Anyway, William blocked his ears with magic very early on, so he didn't feel the heart-piercing feeling of soul-killing that was out of tune to Beauxbatons.

Professor McGonagall also seemed to be shocked. After a full minute of stunned, he remembered who he was and where he was...

Many young wizards were so frightened that they refused to wear that hat.

This upset the Sorting Hat boss and felt offended.

When it was divided, there was also a lack of interest. Or Annie's caring... This year's students are not very good.

A girl named Ola Quirk was assigned to Ravenclaw. She sat down on the bench and looked at William, surprised and excited.

"Ah...William Stark, I grew up listening to your story!" She covered her mouth and said excitedly.

"..."

William is only five years old, why does he sound like a star?

Well, he became famous that summer in his first year.

Quirk was only seven or eight years old at the time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he grew up listening to his story.

Harry's story has become a thing of the past, and today's children prefer to listen to Stark slaying demons and destroying cities everywhere.

"What happened just now?" Qiu Xun asked. "It's raining too much?"

"No... the mermaid was lying on the side of the boat and overturned the boat." Quirk explained nervously.

"What do they want?" William asked suspiciously.

"I don't know..." Quirk shook his head in confusion.

"They said they were employed in Hogsmeade Village before, but now they are unemployed, earning a little Galleon, and want to find a wizard to marry."

"..."

It turned out to be the lady from the foot spa who was closed down last year. Now I am looking for honest people.

I don't know if there is a mermaid princess who is going to learn technology, otherwise, the top of Cedric's head is really a green lake.

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

A rude man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak.

Such a style of appearance naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking towards the work table.

Deng, Deng, every step he took, the wooden prosthesis under his feet, caused a hollow sound that echoed in the auditorium.

He walked straight to the end of the guest seat, turned to the right, and limped toward Dumbledore.

Another lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the man's face very clearly.

It was like it was carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and every inch of the skin on that face seemed to be scarred.

His mouth was also crooked, and one eye was small and black; the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue.

- Demon Eye!

The stranger approached Dumbledore. He held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook his hand and motioned for the man to take an empty seat on the right.

Everyone knows that this is the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Until the end of the freshman branch, everyone has not come out of the shock.

The school is getting more and more outrageous... stuttering, liar, werewolf, crooked wizard... no one will be surprised to see a toad next year.

The sorting was over, and Professor Snape finally came back, but he hesitated reluctantly when he saw Moody sitting next to him.

But even if he was reluctant, he swallowed his voice and sat down beside Moody, like a little daughter-in-law.

Dumbledore stood up and smiled: "Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

My longtime friend, Professor Moody. "

Everyone was applauding sparsely. Moody, who had a crooked mouth, looked really amazing, and most of them were still staring at him.

Moody didn't care, looked away from Snape, shook his head again, and shook his long gray hair away from his face.

He pulled a plate of sausages, held it up to his mutilated nose, and sniffed it, as if to confirm whether it had expired.

He took out a knife and a fork from his pocket, poked it through the end of a sausage, and ate it.

Moody ignored the pumpkin juice beside him, reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle, and took a gulp.

Do you bring your own utensils and drinks?

Pay attention to people!

Dumbledore didn't care, this was his friend's habit for many years. He cleared his throat and said with a smile:

"Okay! Before eating, I must ask everyone's attention. I want to announce a notice."

Everyone held their breath, even the students who got the wind were listening carefully.

"We will be proud to host a very exciting event over the next few months.

The event has not been held for over a century.

That's right... I'm very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year! "

The news immediately exploded in the crowd, with mixed reactions to the incident.

Some were confused, while others were banging on the table excitedly, as if they were about to win the championship.

"You made a wise decision!" Fred, who had already heard from William, still exclaimed excitedly.

"I love you, Headmaster!"

The tension that had hung over the auditorium since Moody's entrance was shattered.

Almost everyone laughed.

Dumbledore also smiled slightly.

"Really? That really surprised me. Are you sure you're not kidding, Mr. Weasley?"

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Oh—it's probably inappropriate to say that now..." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Where did I just say? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... Some of you still don't know what's going on in this Tournament.

So, I hope those who know the situation will forgive me for explaining a little here, and I allow their brains to wander off for a while. "

Dumbledore gave a quick introduction to the Triwizard Tournament.

It also highlights past fatalities.

The death toll here naturally refers not only to the three warriors, but also to the professor and the audience.

Watching a game, a lot of people die, the cost is really high.

So it's normal to stop.

But the students in the auditorium are not worried. People who died more than 100 years ago have nothing to do with them.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to restore the Tournament," Dumbledore exclaimed.

"Our Department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic believes that the time is ripe for another attempt... The winner will receive a prize of a thousand Galleons."

A thousand Galleons... as if the entire castle was set on fire.

Dumbledore seemed to be saying: Want honor and Galleons?

If you want, I'll give you everything, go be a warrior! All the galleons are there!

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