MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 42 Festival
It's the Screaming Swimming Ball, the Tooth Saucer, and the Combo Boomerang. The entire list includes about 437 items, which can be found in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it out. ' Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times.
Gwen leaned closer to George, "How many of your masterpieces are there?"
George winked to show off, "At least a few dozen."
Dumbledore continued: "I also regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."
"What?" Harry gasped in surprise. His Quidditch teammates Fred and George also stared at Dumbledore with their mouths open, as if speechless in surprise. Dumbledore continued: "This is because a large event will start in October and will 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'm very Happy to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"
At this moment, there was a deafening sound of thunder, and the door of the auditorium slammed open.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger, when suddenly a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, and Gwen gasped.
Every inch of skin on the man's face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big askew, and the place where the nose should have been raised was missing. And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes. One of his eyes was small, black, and sparkling; the other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye - later, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, everyone Only one big white eye can be seen.
"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."
"Moody?" Gwen whispered to the twins. "Mad-Eye Moody? The one Mr. Weasley went to help this morning?"
The twins nodded.
Gwen looked at the new professor again, his eyes happened to be on the Gryffindor table, and seemed to stare at Harry for a while, with an expression that seemed to swallow him. Then he swept over to Gwen, and the fake eyes met Ollivander's silvery eyes. Then he gave a weird smile.
Gwen's temple was energized again--Bless Merlin, she didn't feel that way for the entire last year. Her brain was telling her that this man was so dangerous that she got goosebumps and felt like she was being targeted by hyenas.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I said," he said, smiling at the multitude of students in front of him - who were still staring at Mad-Eye Moody, "in the coming months, we will be honored to host A very exciting event that has not been held in over a century. I am delighted to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."
"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley exclaimed.
The tension that had gripped the auditorium since Moody's entrance was shattered. Almost everyone laughed out loud, and persuaded Brido to also chuckle in appreciation.
"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said, "The Triwizard Tournament was created about seven hundred years ago as a sort of competition between the three largest schools of magic in Europe Friendly competition. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, then three warriors compete in three magical events. Triwizard Tournament every five years It was held once and the three schools took turns hosting it, and everyone agreed that it was a great way to build friendships between young wizards from different countries - but then the death toll was so high that the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to revive the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, our Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic and Magical Sports We think the time is ripe for another attempt. We did a lot this summer to make sure that no one of our Warriors lives is in danger."
"I'm going!" said Fred Weasley in a low voice from across the table, his face glowing with excitement at the prospect of such honor and wealth. It seems that he is not the only one who fantasizes about becoming a Hogwarts warrior like him.
"I know that you are all eager to win the Triwizard trophy for Hogwarts," he said, "however, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there should be a Age boundaries. Only students over the age of seventeen—that is, seventeen and older—are allowed to sign up for consideration. We think,"—Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some had heard him The Weasley twins suddenly became furious after the words, and the Weasley twins suddenly became angry - "This measure is necessary because the competition project is still difficult and dangerous, no matter how much precautions we take, sixth and seventh grades. The following students are simply impossible to deal with. I myself will ensure that no underage student deceives our impartial referees and becomes a Hogwarts warrior." His eyes flicked over the rebellious faces of Fred and George. There was a meaningful gleam in his blue eyes when he said, "Therefore, if you are under seventeen, I beg you not to waste your time applying."
"They can't do that!" George Weasley stood staring at Dumbledore angrily, instead of following the crowd to the door, "We will be full in April next year. Seventeen years old, why don't we give it a try?"
"They can't stop me from participating," Fred said stubbornly, also staring angrily at the guest of honor, "Being a warrior, you can do a lot of things that you are not normally allowed to do. things, and there's a thousand Galleons in prize money..."
"Who will be the impartial referee who judges who is a warrior?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," said Fred, "but he's the one we're trying to deceive. I think a drop or two of age-enhancing agent will do the trick, George..." "But Dumbledore knows you Not old enough," Ron said.
"Yeah, but it's not up to him to decide who's a warrior, right?" Fred said tactfully. Picking the best one from each school, he doesn't care how old they are. Dumbledore is trying to stop us from enrolling."
"But a lot of people died!" Hermione said in a worried tone. At this point they passed through a door hidden behind the tapestry and went up a narrower staircase.
"Yeah," Fred said nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, wasn't it? Besides, what's the fun without a little adventure?"
They went back to the common room together, Gwen was walking mechanically to the girls' dormitory.
"Gwen," George grabbed her, "you will be right?"
"What?" Gwen regained her senses, she didn't hear what they were saying.
George raised his eyebrows, "Fred and I are going to boil a pot of ageing agent, will you help us?"
"Oh, oh," Gwen understood, "of course, I will."
"What's the matter with you," George squeezed her shoulder worriedly, as if trying to wake Gwen a bit.
"I'm... a little tired... see you tomorrow?" Gwen intends to clear her mind, she can't charge a professor who doesn't do anything without a shred of evidence, despite her bad hunch never miss.
"Okay, rest well, but remember what we said before." George pulled Fred over too.
"I remember, gentlemen." Gwen barely twitched the corners of her mouth, "My friend didn't hide it before." Then she seemed to recall something, "So what's the deal with the map?"
The Weasley twins ran to the door of the boys' dormitory with long legs, "Good night, I wish you a good dream, Gwen!"
Gwen's Doubt
The storm subsided the next morning, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy. Gwen and Katie are working on their class schedule for the semester. At the same table, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan are next to them, discussing some magical spell to age themselves and then muddle through and compete in the Triwizard Tournament.
"Fortunately I gave up my divination lessons decisively." Gwen said cheerfully, "I noticed that you had two full divination lessons on the first morning."
"I advise you not to be too arrogant," Katie swallowed half the omelette, "actually I think you're a better fit for this class than I am. Your bad premonitions are always good—about that. How are you different from Professor Trelawney?"
Gwen firmly refuses to admit that she is a magician, "I'd rather memorize hundreds of stars all night before exams than find my future in a crystal ball. Think about what she said about Harry last year. Prophecy - black dog and bad omen, nothing happened, he's still alive!" Gwen glanced at Harry from the class schedule, "Look, this kid can still drool at the pretty girls in other colleges. "
Katie also peeked over and said incredulously, "Aren't the girls in Gryffindor bad?" After speaking, she felt sorry for Ginny, their little sister in the dorm.
George and Fred came to discuss with Gwen
