"Malcolm Bardock!"
"Slytherin!"
"Eleanor Branstone!"
"Hufflepuff!"
One after another, the first-year students were assigned to the colleges they should go to. With varying degrees of fear and panic on their faces, the freshmen walked towards the three-legged stool one by one, for fear of being assigned to a college they didn't like. Huo Ran
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The line was slowly shrinking, and in the end, Professor McGonagall had finished reading the names on the list.
Professor Dumbledore stood up at this moment. He looked at all the classmates with a smile, opened his arms, and made a welcoming gesture.
"I have only two words for you," he said, his voice echoing in the auditorium, "Eat!"
The students began to feast. The freshmen who came to Hogwarts for the first time were quite shocked, but compared to the emotional shock, their appetites took the upper hand. Compared with their parents, those with their own jobs That is, cooking house elves are better at making dishes, which are more delicious.
The heavy rain was still pounding heavily on the tall, dark windows. Another burst of thunder exploded, rattling the glass windows, and a flash of lightning flashed across the cloudy ceiling, illuminating the golden plate, the first remaining food on the plate disappeared, and it was filled with desserts in the blink of an eye .
"Okay!" Dumbledore said, looking at everyone with a smile, "Now that we've all eaten and drunk, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have to make a few announcements."
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, would like me to tell you that this year, a few more items have been added to the prohibited items in the castle. They are screaming balls, toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about four hundred and three Seventeen items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check them out."
Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.
He continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the venue, and students under the third grade are not allowed to visit the village of Hogsmeade."
"I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."
Many students from several colleges grew their mouths and stared blankly at their principals. Their brains still couldn't accept this reality. Did the Quidditch match make any taboos? Why should it be discontinued? 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 am sure you will all have a lot of fun with it. I am very happy I am delighted to announce that this year at Hogwarts over the next few months we will be honored to host a very exciting event that has not been held in over a century. It is my great pleasure to tell Everyone, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."
"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley said loudly, the successive blows made him a little dizzy, and the shock of this news made him a little bit out of his mind, as did George. The prohibition announced by Dumbledore just now Many products are produced by their subordinates.
"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said, "if you want a joke, I have a pretty good one." The old man seemed to be forgetting business again, and was about to say something that wasn't funny in public joke.
Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly, deliberately interrupting Dumbledore's next words.
Malfoy just watched the old man's deliberate antics with cold eyes. It seemed that this would make him more kind in the eyes of the students. This was a way to get closer, but at other times, the old man would never Not so confused.
Soon, Dumbledore put on a serious tone, his penetrating eyes scanned the students, and then began to explain.
"... But later, there were too many deaths, and 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 didn't expect to 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 carefully to the rules.
In contrast, the senior students are gearing up, eager to try, and chatting excitedly.
"Over the centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "but none have been successful. However, we at the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic believe that it would be wise to try again." The time has come. We have done a lot of work this summer to make sure that the life of every Warrior is not in danger."
"In October, the Headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring their carefully selected contenders, and the selection of the warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are best qualified to compete The Tri-Strong Cup, win honors for your school, and you can also get a bonus of 1,000 Galleons personally."
The eyes of many students are shining, they are not interested in those who died more than a hundred years ago, and the generous bonuses have made them somewhat incapable of thinking.
"Merlin's beard! How many years will Dad have to work, this is a thousand gold Galleons!" Ron exclaimed in amazement.
"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed at the outset that there should be an age cutoff for this year's competitors. Only years Students who have reached the age of seventeen, that is, students over the age of seventeen, are allowed to register for consideration. We think."
The Weasley twins suddenly became angry.
"This is not a wise rule. Some wizards with extraordinary talents, or hard-working wizards, already have considerable magical attainments when they are under 17 years old." Dumbledore coughed lightly at this time, and asked the audience He glanced in a certain direction, then opened his arms and pressed his hands down, telling the Weasley brothers to shut up.
"But most of the students are still ordinary. Following this general rule, the older you are, the stronger you are."
"Then can we compete!" Hermione was startled, because Ron next to her suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, his eyes were red and he looked very excited.
"The list of warrior candidates who have not been selected will be swallowed by the Goblet of Fire, and then screened with 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 restrictions I set are eligible to be selected for the Goblet of Fire."
"Besides, I have something to announce. I want to introduce two new members of the faculty." Dumbledore decided to change the subject.
The students seemed listless at this time. After the intense stimulation, the new teacher was no longer attractive to them.
"This is your new teacher of the Protection of Magical Beasts, Professor Graplan. 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 very short, and her chin was very prominent. She was not very good-looking, but she could still feel her kind personality.
As a result, there was only a burst of sparse applause in the auditorium.
"Then Mr. Alastor Moody, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."
"Similarly, you should be familiar enough with him. Last semester, he came to Hogwarts as an Auror to help us." Dumbledore said with a smile.