HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

Chapter 109 3 Strong Tournament

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The sorting ceremony ended quickly, and Mino was very happy to find that half of the new students in Slytherin were her fans, looking at her with the same starry eyes as Rory.

"Oh, okay, don't look at me anymore Graham, I'll be shy." Mino put his hand to his mouth very artificially and let out a villain-like laugh.

Draco, who was already tucking into the roast, rolled his eyes wide.

Mino glared at Draco: "Be careful your eyes fall off!"

"Treacle fruit pie, Mino!" Astoria put the pie in front of Mino, "It's very delicious!"

"Toto, you're so kind." Mino took a bite of the pie and then rubbed Astoria's cheek.

Everyone was busy eating, and there was almost only the sound of clinking dishes and few voices in the auditorium.

Until the last bit of dessert disappeared, Dumbledore began to speak.

"Okay!" Dumbledore said, looking at everyone with a smile, "Now that we are all full and full, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have some announcements to make."

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, would like me to tell you that this year, several more items are prohibited in the castle. They are Screaming Balls, Wolf Fang Flying Saucers, Combo Boomerangs and Board Bricks. The entire list probably includes The seven items of 430 can be seen in Mr. Filch’s office, and those who are interested can check it.”

"What?" Mino felt in disbelief, "I have never hit Filch with a brick!"

"You can try it now," Draco said.

"Why not ban rock biscuits?" Parkinson puffed his lips, "It hurts when it hits people."

Minnow recalled the time when Parkinson insisted on playing Pierrot with him in the Slytherin common room.

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and then 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 in Hogsmeade Village, students below the third grade are not allowed to enter. Patronize.”

"I would also like to inform you with great regret that the Academy Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."

"What?" Draco felt in disbelief, but soon realized something, "Well, I want to participate in the Quidditch game more than this."

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—"

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger.He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started walking towards the staff desk.

Heck, heck, every time he took a step, there was a hollow voice echoing in the auditorium.He went straight to the end of the guest table, turned to the right, and limped towards Dumbledore.

"Mad-Eye Moody!" Minor exclaimed, then realized it wasn't Moody.

"How cool!" Susan's eyes followed Moody, "I want a fake eye like that too!"

"Then I'll take off your eyes first." Mino said, reaching over.

"Oh, wait until I finish writing that article before you take my eyes off," Susan said.

"That article? Where did you write it?" Mino stretched his head over excitedly.

"I wrote one more Ron Weasley and went in. I'll show it to you when I get back to the academy." Susan whispered.

"I want it too!" Daphne also whispered.

"Why not include the hippogriff?" Parkinson asked. "I think it was Potter and Draco's matchmaker."

"What matchmaker?" Draco asked curiously, listening carefully.

"Nothing, nothing," Mino quickly turned around and said, "Stop talking, Dumbledore is going to speak."

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

Moody had already sat down in his seat, and Mino happily clapped vigorously. Led by Mino, the Slytherin table burst into warm applause.

Then Gryffindor, not to be outdone, burst into even louder applause.

Mino:?provocative?

Under Dumbledore's mediation, Slytherin and Gryffindor finally put down their red palms.

"Are you sick?" Draco couldn't help but ask.

"Shut up, how could Slytherin lose to Gryffindor!"

If Dumbledore hadn't stopped them from clapping wildly, Minnow was confident that Fake Moody would feel Slytherin's enthusiasm.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I just said," he said with a smile as he looked at the many students in front of him - Slytherin and Gryffindor were still glaring at each other and preparing to compete with who could applaud louder after he finished speaking, "In the next step Over the next few months we will have the great privilege of hosting a fantastic event that has not been held for over a century. I am delighted to report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year Held.”

"You've got to be kidding me!" Fred Weasley shouted.

The tense atmosphere that had enveloped the auditorium since Moody entered was suddenly broken.Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a very funny joke about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun, all of whom Entered the same pub..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Oh - it's probably not appropriate to say this now... not appropriate..." Dumbledore said, "Where did I just say it? Ah, by the way, the Triwizard Tournament... some of you don't know yet What the hell is going on here, so I hope those who know the situation will forgive me for explaining it a little while I allow their minds to wander for a moment."

Mino's little face wrinkled up, she really wanted to hear this joke.

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly rivalry between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic items. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that it is the friendship between young wizards from different countries. It was an excellent way—but then, the death toll was too high, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"As expected of a wizard, friendship is built on the basis of losing one's life." Mino admired.

Blaise nodded: "Can't refute."

"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 Department of Magical Sports and Sports believe that another attempt The time has come. We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that every warrior's life is not in danger."

"In October, the Headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring their handpicked contenders, and the selection of the warriors will take place on Hallowe'en. An impartial referee will decide which students are best qualified to participate Compete for the Tri-Strong Cup, win honors for your school, and personally get a bonus of [-] Galleons."

Draco glanced at Mino and said, "It's just a thousand gold galleons. You don't want to participate, right? It's very dangerous."

"Is it dangerous? Is there any danger of fighting the fire dragon?" Parkinson was a little excited, "Mino can do it! You go and participate, I will help you cheer, and I will give you a hundred gold Galleons."

Mino didn't want to pay attention to Parkinson, a guy who valued profits over friends, and continued to listen to Dumbledore while leaning on Astoria.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," said Dumbledore, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there will be an age limit for this year's contenders. Only those who are over Only students who are 17 years old - that is to say, over 17 years old - are allowed to register for consideration. We think," - Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, because some people made angry noises after hearing his words Protesting, Fred and George suddenly became angry - "This measure is necessary because the competition project is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, students below sixth and seventh grade are fundamental." It is impossible to deal with it. I will personally ensure that no student underage can deceive our impartial referees and become a champion of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed meaningfully as he glanced over the rebellious faces of Fred and George, "Therefore, if you are under 17, I beg you not to waste your time in applying."

"Oh -" Parkinson looked a little disappointed, "I don't have a hundred gold galleons anymore?"

"You never would have!" Minnow shouted.

“A delegation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will be with us for most of the school year. I know you will all behave when our foreign dignitaries stay here. Warm and friendly, and once the champion of Hogwarts is finally selected, you will support him or her wholeheartedly. Well, it's getting late, and it's important that you walk into class fresh and clear tomorrow morning. Go Go to bed! Hurry up!"

On the way back to the academy, Draco repeatedly pulled Mino to emphasize: "After the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang come to Hogwarts, you must not do anything casually. If you hit someone, you will be called a traitor." Lanffindor’s, you know?”

Mino thrust his waist in displeasure.

"You should remind Pansy not to ask just anyone if she wants to be her boyfriend."

"I'd say I'm Ravenclaw," Parkinson said immediately.

"How about still being a Hufflepuff?" Minnow suggested, "You don't look very smart - oops -"

Mino dodges Parkinson's long nail attack.

"You," Prefect Scala held Mino and Parkinson's shoulders, "set an example for the new students!"

"Okay," Mino turned around and grabbed Malcolm who was closest to her, and took out a piece of rock cake from his pocket, "Take this piece of rock cake and hit anyone who doesn't like it on the head. "

"Not such a role model!" Scala pulled Mino back again.

"Next year rock biscuits will probably appear on the list of prohibited items," Daphne said.

"Oh, well, speaking of this -" Minnow grabbed the back of Draco's neck, "I need another colorful tile."

"Why did this thing become a consumable item here?" Draco couldn't understand it.

"Because I bear the responsibility of saving the world." Mino looked determined.

Draco looked like he smelled something bad again.

"Angry Unicorn... what the hell is this password?" Skala directed the freshmen to enter the common room in an orderly manner with a complicated expression.

"I'll take you to see it in the next astronomy class," Mino said.

Scala didn't understand what Mino meant, but nodded anyway.