Chapter 538

Thunderbolt clearly showed the man's face, a face that Fanlin had never seen before, and for a man with a little vague concept of human face, it seemed to have been carved from rotten wood, and the carver seemed to have no experience in how to use chisel.

Every inch of skin on the face seems to have scar, mouth like a deep mouth, a large part of the nose missing.

But what scared everyone was the eye of the man.

One eye is like a bead, small and black, and the other is like a coin, big and round, or blue. The blue eye is constantly rotating, and does not blink. It turns up and down, looks left and right. It is very unlike a normal eye. The blue eye turns to the right and looks at his back head spoon. So they can only see his eyes.

It doesn't look like he's in a good state.

Mad eyed Moody's, a former virtuous teacher.

But his eyes were a little startled.

A brilliant alchemy product.

But, if it wasn't the original Moody's, it would be uncomfortable to wear it?

But it's not a question that van Lin should consider, perhaps he should try to see who the Moody's Professor played.

Little buddy crouch? Or who else?

The thunderbolt and lightning of Tianhua board's early warning magic make the wizard in the hall confused. They don't know what this is, or what the ceiling does.

Even in the darkest times, Hogwarts never said there was a major crisis.

The British wizards are basically going out of Hogwarts

Moody's was startled.

As if it were, van Lin saw his eyes turning around in a moment.

He took a wand out of his arms.

This auro will always have a lot of weapons, such as Moody's very small crutches.

The magic of red rushed up the sky in a flash.

Moody's move was so fast that van Lin had not captured any more details and he subdued the damn ceiling.

It was a very powerful confusion spell, and moody, by the way, also dispersed the clouds that were repressed in the sky.

The ceiling of Hogwarts hall was restored to its usual appearance, the star sky.

Moody approached Dumbledore, and he reached out his scar like his face, and Dumbledore shook hands with him and said something, and no one could hear it was too far away.

However, it can be seen from the expression of two people that they are familiar with each other.

maybe Moodie is make complaints about Dumbledore's stupid sky board.

Anyway, with his wet hair, Moody's looks a bit embarrassed.

Dumbledore nodded to signal Moody's to sit in the space on his right.

Alasto moody sat down, plucked the dark gray mane on his face, pulled a plate of sausage, picked up the plate and smelled it with his remaining nose, then took a knife out of his bag, forked one end of the sausage, and began to eat. His normal eye was staring at the sausage, but his blue eyes kept turning around the eye socket, looking around the hall and the students.

"Let me introduce our new black wizard defense teacher." Dumbledore said happily, breaking the silence, "he is Professor moody's."

"Moody's?" Harry said to Ron, "mad eyed moody? The man your dad went to help this morning? "

"It could be." Ron replied in awe.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione whispered, "what's wrong with his face?"

"I don't know." Ron said quietly. Looking at Moody's with interest.

Moody didn't seem to care about the warm welcome. His hand reached into the traveling Cape, pulled out a large belly bottle and took a big sip. He didn't care about the jar of pumpkin juice in front of him. When he lifted his arm and drank, his cloak pulled away a little from the ground. Harry saw a claw foot exposed at the foot of the table under the table 。

It seems that this is a planned plan. At least the people who play Moody's must be hard. It needs to be prepared early and learn the lifestyle of a disabled person.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

"I said just now," he said, smiling at the students, and all the students were still staring at the mad eyed hamus moody. "We are honored to host a very exciting event next month, which has not been held for more than a century. I am glad to tell you that the flame cup competition, also called the sorcery competition, will be held in Hogwarts!"

"You're kidding!" "Said Fred Weasley.

The tension in the hall since Moody's arrival was broken.

Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore laughed with understanding.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley." "Since you mentioned jokes, I know a good joke this summer, talking about a fairy, a witch and an old witch, they all went to a bar -"Professor McGonagall cleared his throat in a loud voice.

"Well - maybe it's not the time to tell jokes." Dumbledore said, "where did I go? By the way, some of you don't know what's going on in this league, so I hope those who know will allow me to explain a little bit, and the students who know can pay attention to something else

"The three wizarding contests were held about 700 years ago as a friendly competition between Hogwarts, busbarton and demstrom. Each school selects a champion as its representative, and the three players compete in three magic games. The school of witchcraft takes turns every five years and is recognized as the best way to connect young mages until there are too many deaths

"Death toll?" Hermione was alert and whispered. But the rest of the students in the room didn't seem to share her worries. Many of them whispered excitedly to each other, while Harry himself was much more interested in hearing more about the game than worrying about his death a hundred years ago.

"Over the centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the game." Dumbledore went on to say, "no one is more successful. However, our national standard magic Cooperation Department and Magic Competition Department think that it is time to try again, and we have been working on it all summer. This time, the champion won't go crazy

"The headmasters of busbarton and demstrand will arrive at our school in October with their selected contestants, and the selection competition for the three contestants will be held on Halloween. At that time, an impartial judge will decide which one is most qualified to win the Triwizard Tournament prize cup. That will be the glory of their school and will receive a personal prize of 1000 sails."

"I'm going to participate!" Said Fred Weasley, hissing under the table. He was full of enthusiasm and radiance at the thought of the glory and wealth he could get.

He is not the only one who sees himself as a Hogwarts champion.

At each table, Harry could see the students either focus on Dumbledore or whisper to their neighbors from time to time.

Once again, van Lin's name is added to the middle of the Hogwarts dialog.

It's not surprising that Fanlin has been in the limelight recently.

Throughout Britain, and even throughout Europe, Fanlin is almost universally recognized as the strongest little wizard.

There is nothing to question.

A guy who can defeat the black wizard in the front, and its explosive strength is far more than the ordinary wizard.

We all see in the eyes, that kind of palpitating magic.

As long as van Lin takes part in the competition, Hogwarts' championship trophy will not escape. What's more, we have all heard about van Lin's teaching all the boys in busbarton

Van Lin lenglenglenglenglenglenglengleng looked at Dumbledore, before Moody's matter has been temporarily forgotten by him.

If he didn't show up at the Quidditch World Cup, maybe he could have been in the event.

But the Ministry of magic is not a fool.

Once Fanlin uses the Sorcerer's stone, even slinger can't beat Fanlin, let alone these school witches.

Everyone knows very well what happened that night. If van Lim can run for election, the candidate for Hogwarts must be Van Lin's, and there is no doubt about it.

It can be said that no one has to play.

It's impossible for the Ministry of magic not to respond to such things, otherwise

The discussion voice in the hall was too loud. From time to time, some people cast their eyes with a little fanatical, which made Fanlin feel very uncomfortable.

"You can definitely win the championship. I don't think busbarton or the guy from demstrom can beat you." Harry said from the bottom of his heart that although he would like to participate, he is more confident in his friends.

"I..." Van Lim said something, but he met with Neville's eyes.

Obviously, Neville, as a Gryffindor, is still very excited about such a thing. After all, Neville is the man who can pull the Gryffindor sword out of his hat.

But when Dumbledore spoke again, the Hall fell silent again.

"Although I know you all want to bring three wizardry trophies to Hogwarts," he said. "The principals of the participating schools and the Ministry of magic agreed to set a limit on the age of the contestants. Only students who have reached the age of 17 or above are allowed to enter. This... "

All of a sudden, on one side of the painting style in the hall, people began to quarrel and began to resist. It had to be said that this was Hogwarts and directly challenged the headmaster.

"It's not fair..."

"Why It's hard to say... "

Fanlin didn't dare to look around. Some people directly took him out and said something.

Dumbledore heard several people's criticism of him. The Weasley twins suddenly looked very angry. He raised his voice and put a piece of his wand around his neck.“…… Quiet... "

It's a great megaphone spell. At least everyone's got a jump.

"This is what we think is necessary because no matter how we prevent it, the event will still be very difficult and dangerous. There is no possibility that students below grade six or seven can cope with it. I will personally make sure that under age students can't fool our fair referees and make them champions of Hogwarts

His pale blue eyes blinked a few times when he saw Fred and George's rebellious faces. "So for those under 17, I ask you not to waste time nominating yourself."

Then Dumbledore looked at Van Lin, he was sitting with Harry, and Ron and Hermione

Dumbledore seems to be passing something to him, some strange luster in his deep eyes.

"The team of busbarton and demstrand will arrive in October and will be with us for most of the school year. I know you will give the foreign guests all the enthusiasm and support the champion of Hogwarts during their stay. It's not too early now. I hope you will have a clear mind in class tomorrow, which is very good It's important. Go and have a rest. "

Dumbledore sat down again and turned to mad eyed moody, looking reminiscent.

The students stood up and swarmed to the double door of the front hall. There was a scratch and a thump.

"How can they do that?" George Weasley said he did not follow the crowd to the door and stood staring at Dumbledore.

"We'll be seventeen next April. Why can't we have a try?"

"They can't stop me. "Fred said obstinately, glaring at the table above." champions can do anything, and you don't let us do the right thing. There's a thousand sails bonus! "

"Yes." Ron's mind seemed to float far away, "yes, a thousand sailboat coins..."

"And it's not fair at all, especially for Vaseline." Hermione said angrily, "in the past time, van Lin has proved that he is the most powerful little wizard in Hogwarts, and I believe that there is no wizard who can fight against him in other schools."

"Yes, if Fanlin can't be the warrior of Hogwarts, then who else in Hogwarts has such a qualification?" Said Harry, nodding.

"It's just ridiculous, age limit?" Fred was very angry. "Besides, there are still many people over the age of seventeen. They can only pass the exam, but the three wizard contest..."

"We have to talk to Dumbledore, or the Ministry of magic They can't do that. Everyone should have a chance. "

"Yes, the most promising one is not able to compete, and it's because of age." Hermione frowned.

"Let's go." Van Lim said, "don't talk about it. If you don't leave, we're the only one here."

In fact, it's not a restriction at all for him.

He can use the confusion spell to deceive the Goblet of fire and throw his name in.

What's more, Dumbledore can be used to stop the Sorcerer's magic. Fanlin can find many ways to cheat, bypass, or destroy directly.

"Fanlin, don't you have any idea about the age limit?" Fred said, "you should be..."

As a matter of fact, van leen wanted to tell Fred that it was impossible for him, but Professor McGonagall came over.

"Mr. van leen Al, please come here. Headmaster Dumbledore has something to say to you." Professor McGonagall said, but in a flash, his gentle face stiffened.

"As for the five of you, I think you should hurry back to the public lounge instead of blocking up at the entrance of the hall. This is the hall, and the freshmen report should set some examples."

Professor McGonagall's serious face is still so terrible.

In fact, a few people do not dare to have any doubt, the right choice is to leave obediently.

Under Professor McGonagall's watch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George walked into the front room. They also looked back at Vaseline. Then, as soon as they left the house, Fred and George argued about Dumbledore's possible measures to prevent students under 17 from competing.

"What is Dumbledore looking for Vaseline for?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's to explain the reasons for the ban. Everyone knows that busbarton's wizard and demstrand's wizard won't be vanlin's opponent. He's the best at Hogwarts." Hermione frowned. At least the girl's IQ is online.

Harry nodded, which was the result of everyone's agreement, and they were friends of Fanlin, and such an honor should not be missed by Fanlin.

It's a five-year rotation, and it's not sure there will be another one.

However, these things can only wait for Fanlin to come back.

"Who is the impartial judge who decides the champion?" Asked Harry."I don't know." Fred said, "but it's them that we're going to fool about. I think a few drops of the old potion will help. George... "

"But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough." Said Ron.

"Yes, but he's not the one who decides who wins the game, is he?" Fred said slyly, "I think once you pick the people who want to attend, he'll pick the best from every school, regardless of their age. Dumbledore tried not to let us name ourselves."

"But dead!" Hermione said anxiously that they went through a door hidden behind the tapestry and ascended another narrow flight of stairs.

"Yes." Fred said casually, "but a few years ago, right?

Anyway, without any risk, where's the fun? Hey, Ron, what if we avoid Dumbledore? Do you want to compete? "

" what do you say? " Ron asked Harry, "of course it's great to compete, but I think they might want something older, whether we've learned enough..."

"I never learned enough." Neville's gloomy voice came from behind Fred and George.

"But I think my grandmother will ask me to have a try. She always says how to glorify my family. I have to, Hoo..."

Neville's foot just sank down the middle of the stairs. There are many such traps in Hogwarts. Most of the older students will jump over this special step and develop a second instinct. But Neville is famous for his forgetfulness. Harry and Ron grab his arm and drag him out. A suit of armor is panting at the top of the stairs, clanging and laughing.

"Shut up." Ron said that as they passed the armor, Ron gave it a heavy blow on its face armor.

They grope for the entrance to the Gryffindor tower, which is cut behind a huge portrait of a fat aunt in pink silk.

"Is the spell?" She asked as they approached the population. "Braddock." Granger said, "the prefect downstairs told me."

The portrait swayed forward to reveal a hole in the wall. They all climbed through the hole, and a pile of blazing fire warmed the circulation room, which was full of low chairs and tables.

They say good night to each other, and Hermione disappears in the corridor leading to the girls' dormitory.

Harry, Ron, and Neville climbed the last spiral staircase to the dorm at the top of the tower. Each of the five four beds had a crimson curtain facing the wall. At the foot of the bed were their trunks. Dean and Finnegan were already in bed. Finnegan hung his Irish robe on the roof. Dean nailed a poster of wickdor Krum on the bedside table. His original West Ham team poster was nailed nearby.

"Insane!" Ron sighed, sighed at the motionless player and shook his head.

Harry, Ron, and Neville put on their pajamas and went to bed, and someone, no doubt a school elf, put a pan in the bed sheet. Lying in bed, listening to the sound of the storm outside, especially comfortable.

"I may have to work on it, you know." Ron's sleepy voice came from the dark, "if Fred and George find a way Competition You don't know, do you? "

"But Fanlin's words..."

"Maybe he won't, it's nothing for him to play at all." Ron said vaguely.

"However, the three witches fighting contest..."

"We have to wait for Fred and George to find a way," said Ron. "Beyond the age limit, maybe the old potion will work."

Ron's magic potion inspiration suddenly exploded, which shocked Harry, but

But Harry didn't know what the potion was.

"A potion that ages the body quickly, within the duration of the effect."

"Does that work?"

"Maybe I also I just heard of... " Ron yawned and van Lin didn't come back.

"Maybe we don't have to wait for him. Hermione has gone back to her bedroom."

"Maybe she's tired." Harry replied without thinking, "you know, van Lin has been sleeping all day."

Ron seemed to be asleep, and his voice was like a whisper.

"If not..."

Harry rolled over in bed, and a series of eye-catching new pictures welled up in his mind He has fooled the fair judge into believing that he is seventeen He has become the champion of Hogwarts He stood on the ground and raised his arms triumphantly to the whole school. They all cheered and screamed He just won the magic trio

Zhuo's face is very clear in the fuzzy crowd. His face is full of admiration and his smile is brilliant.

Harry laughed happily on his pillow, especially pleased that Ron couldn't see what he could see.

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