Ch 561-565

While Ivan was thinking about it, Harry kept talking about the rest of the story.

　　 Soon after the Dark Mark rose to the sky, Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic, and Bagman, the host of the Quidditch World Cup, rushed over with a crowd.

　　 What makes Harry most angry is that these people mistakenly believed that the Dark Mark was released by themselves, because his wand was accidentally lost and happened to be nearby again.

　　 Some Aurors who maintained order in the arena also arrested Sirius, trying to accuse Sirius of creating chaos with the masked black wizards.

"How can they wrong us so much? Sirius just wanted to catch a troublemaker and ask what was going on, but those Aurors didn't care about the black-robed wizard who ran away, and caught him first!" Li's body was trembling, looking very angry.

　　 Ivan's expression became a little weird, it seems that poor Sirius was almost caught in Azkaban again...

　　 But this strange Sirius appeared too coincidentally.

　　As a heavily wanted criminal of the original Ministry of Magic, how long did Sirius clear his suspicion? Run to the World Cup stadium to watch the stadium like a okay person.

　　 It happened that a large-scale riot broke out there, and it was suspected that the Death Eaters did it. The Aurors who came to see Sirius nearby, of course they would doubt him.

　　 "What happened later? Sirius is okay?" Ivan asked curiously.

　　 Harry shook his head. They explained for a long time. Those Aurors checked Sirius' wand carefully and confirmed that he had not set fire or cast any Muggle spells.

　　 In addition, Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, is willing to give Sirius a guarantee, and the Wizards of Barty Crowe let go of Sirius...

　　 Hearing this, Ivan shook his head secretly.

　　Barty Crouch should know that the things marked by the Dark Demon are related to his child Crouch, but he still wants to put the matter on Harry and Sirius.

　　 I have to say that this upright and hateful former executive director, in order to protect his children in order to comply with his beloved wife's last wish, has become what he once hated the most.

　　 Ivan couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and continued to ask for more details.

　　 Talking all the way, the train keeps going north, and the rain is getting heavier and harder. The sky was pitch black and the car windows were covered with moisture, so the magic lights were also lit during the day.

When I just started school, I ran into such bad weather and destroyed the good mood of many little wizards. Ivan looked out the window faintly, big raindrops fell from the sky, and lightning struck from time to time in the dark clouds, and there was a burst There was a violent roar.

　　 Harry, Ron, and Hermione also stopped mentioning the bad past at this time, and instead wondered what Bill and Charlie were hiding mysteriously.

　　 Several people guessed, but they all felt wrong, and Harry turned his head to look at Ivan, who had not been involved in the discussion.

　　 "Ivan, what do you think?"

　　 "Guess what this is for? Don't you know when you go to school? The joy of life lies in the unknown!" Ivan yawned and replied casually.

　　 He had known for a long time that the Triwizard Tournament was going to be held this year, but he didn't have a suitable source to tell Harry and others, but he couldn't pretend to be ignorant and guess.

　　 Harry and Ron looked at each other. Hermione looked at Ivan suspiciously. She felt that Ivan must know something and was deliberately hiding it from them.

　　 woo...

　　 The Hogwarts train made a long cry, interrupting everyone's thoughts. The speed of the train under him gradually slowed down, and the towering castle in the distance was faintly visible.

　　 Obviously, they are coming soon!

　　 "Let's go!" Ivan got up and packed his luggage and walked out of the carriage with Harry and the others. When it reached the exit, the train stopped just in time.

　　 The rain outside was heavy, Ron got out of the car first, and covered the owl's cage with the hem of the wizard robe so that the rain would not drip on his new pet.

　　 "This weather is terrible!" Ron said in a complaint.

　　 Ivan stopped Hermione who was about to get out of the car, jumped out of the car first, drew out her wand and deformed a big umbrella, then looked at the little witch and said.

　　 "Now you can come down!"

　　 "Transfiguration, how did I forget this!" Hermione muttered to herself in annoyance, and did not reject Ivan's kindness, got out of the car and shrank into Ivan's umbrella.

　　 After such a long interval just now, coupled with the actions of a gentleman like Ivan, her anger has disappeared a bit.

　　 "Wait, what should I do?" Harry couldn't help but reminded him that Ivan and Hermione were about to leave together like this.

　　 Ron, who was still in the rain, was even more bewildered. He had known that Ivan could change the umbrella, so he got down late.

Ivan turned his head, only to realize that he had forgotten Harry and Ron, and patted his forehead with his free right hand. He wanted to expand the umbrella a bit~www.mtlnovel.com~ so that Harry and Ron could be together. Come in.

　　 But, before Ivan could do anything, Hermione glared at Harry and Ron and spoke. "Professor McGonagall has taught you transfiguration for three years, can't you become an umbrella yourself?"

　　 After speaking, Hermione grabbed Ivan by the wrist and pulled him away with him.

　　 Harry and Ron who stayed trembling in the cold wind and heavy rain.

　　 "Did Hermione make a mistake? It's not that we forgot to send her the letter..." Ron was very dissatisfied and vomited.

　　 "Forget it, let's do it ourselves!"

Harry shook his head, contributed a coat, and performed Transfiguration with Ron. After a while of tinkering, he finally turned into an irregular umbrella. The color was divided into several large pieces, which looked like branches. Supporting a rag.

　　 But Harry and Ron didn't dislike it, as long as this thing can shelter them from the rain, they would be satisfied.

　　 The two held their umbrellas with difficulty, and ran along the path of Hogwarts Station to the carriage parked on the side of the road. They finally caught up with Ivan and Hermione and rode back to school together.

　　 The carriage passed through the gates with winged boar sculptures on both sides, and drove along the spacious lane.

　　 Ivan stared at the front through a thin rain curtain. The quaint castle was getting closer and closer, and many illuminated windows could be seen faintly shining behind the thick rain curtain...

About ten minutes later, the carriage stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates. Ivan and the others got out of the carriage one by one, and walked towards the entrance of the castle, vaguely heard the strange noise and noise coming from the front. ...

Stepping up the steps to the door, Ivan saw some little wizards crowded at the entrance to the castle, they cursed loudly, and then rushed towards the castle with their heads in twos and threes.

　　 "What are they doing?" Hermione couldn't help but wonder, but then she saw a big red balloon full of water fall from the ceiling and hit the head of a hapless little wizard.

　　 "Boom", the water ball exploded directly, drenching the hapless little wizard soaked, even the few little wizards on the side were inevitably affected.

　　 "Damn Pipi, get out of here!"

　　 There was a sound of cursing in the crowd, but they were greeted by more balloons filled with water and the funny laughter.

　　 Ivan raised his head and looked up. The small leather ghost wearing a hat with bells was floating twenty feet above their heads, holding many water-filled balloons in his arms.

　　 "Hey, go on!" Pippi ghost giggled, grabbing a green balloon with his right hand and smashing it directly onto the head of another unlucky ghost, causing a small range of chaos again.

Some of the lower-grade little wizards who had finally braved the heavy rain and were soaked again almost cried out of anger, but Pepigui didn't mean to stop at all, and stared at Yifan who had just entered the door. There is Hermione.

　　 Among the students present, Hermione and Ivan were the most special. Both of them were dry. Only the corners of the robes and the shoes could see traces of water.

　　 Pipigui's eyes turned grunting, remembering the tragedy of being teased by Ivan last semester, and suddenly screamed, grabbing a water ball with his left hand and throwing it towards Ivan.

　　 Of course, Ivan also saw this scene, and immediately became a little bit dumbfounded. Pippi really remembered whether to eat or not, so he drew out his wand and pointed it casually.

　　 A red magical beam flew out and exploded in mid-air, and also detonated two water balls.

　　 The witches below screamed and hid to the side so as not to be poured water.

　　 However, those scattered currents did not fall under the influence of gravity. Instead, they gathered into a stream of water under the drive of magic, and slammed into the location of Pipi ghost like a water cannon.

　　 For ordinary ghosts, such a physical attack does not have much effect, it will only pass through them.

　　 But Pippi ghost is an exception. It can touch entities and pick up things. Strictly speaking, it is not a ghost, but a special kind of spirit body.

　　 So of course, the water cannon smashed directly on Pippi Ghost and staggered him.

　　 Angry Pipigui tried to resist throwing more water **** at first, but it turned out that this was just to provide "ammunition" to Ivan. It didn't take long for Pipigui to be beaten up by a series of water cannons.

　　 Hermione remembered the spell Lupin had taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester, so she held her wand high and pointed it at Pepi Ghost.

　　 "Wadi Wasi!"

　　 Several balloon bags that were broken underground suddenly trembled, flew up with a whistle and stuck to Pepy Ghost's face, and Pepy Ghost, who couldn't see clearly, hit the wall with one head.

　　Several little wizards in grades third and fourth grades also followed suit in the same way, and others quickly joined in.

"Ahhhh~stop...stop! I surrender!" Pepigui couldn't stand it anymore, let out a piercing scream in embarrassment, and rushed directly into the auditorium, although these attacks did not cause any harm to it. , It can be uncomfortable to be beaten too much.

　　 "Okay, stop for a while, kids!"

　　 Just as some of the little wizards were still interested, Professor McGonagall's voice came from the auditorium. While everyone was distracted, Pippi squeaked out of the window.

　　Professor McGonagall glanced at the Pippi who was escaping in a hurry, did not care about it, turned his gaze to Ivan, and said with appreciation.

　　 "Good job, Hals! I think with this lesson, Pippi will be willing to stop for a while!"

　　 "I just solved some small troubles easily!" Ivan replied very modestly.

　　 "Very good, Gryffindor plus five points!" Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, shouted loudly, and then looked at the other people.

Although it didn't feel good to be in the rain all the way, I was harassed by Pipi again when I entered the door, but most of the little wizards are still very interested because they just drove away the pesky naughty ghost with their own hands. .

　　Professor McGonagall didn't hesitate to praise him. After a few words of praise, he asked the prefect to take everyone to the auditorium.

Perhaps in response to the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, the interior of the auditorium has been specially decorated, making it more sounding than ever before. Hundreds of candles floated above the table, shining golden plates and goblets gleaming. bright.

Under the leadership of the prefect, the little wizards of the second grade and above sat on the chairs of the long table in an orderly manner. The ghosts floating around greeted them politely and welcomed them back to school~www.mtlnovel.com ~ Nearly headless Nick came out directly from under the dining table, his swaying head startled the little wizards nearby, and then floated in front of them and said with a smile.

　　 "Good evening, everyone!"

"What's so good? It's terrible. I wish I could be sorted soon... so that I could go back and change my clothes." Harry complained. He and Ron were not as lucky as Hermione, they were probably half wet. , The shoes are filled with water, it is very uncomfortable to wear on the feet.

　　 Ivan looked at the staff desk at this time, looking for Barty Crouch, who pretended to be Moody, but did not see him.

　　 "Is the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year not here yet?" Hermione also looked over there, and said a little strangely.

　　 "Maybe they will come later, of course, it's also possible that they can't find the right person." Ron murmured.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts usually insists that he resign in less than a year. This is not a secret in the British magical world. Ron doubts whether it is because of this that no one is willing to apply for this. The position of a professor.

　　 "It would be great if Sirius could come here to teach! Lupin is the best Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor I have ever seen, and I believe Sirius is the same!" Harry said expectantly.

　　 "I advise you not to think like this, Harry! This is not a safe job!" Hearing Harry say this, Ivan rolled his eyes. You are trying to push Sirius into the fire pit!

　　 Not to mention Sirius was officially acquitted a few months ago. Neither the parents nor the school manager would allow him to teach!

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to explain. He felt that Sirius would not be knocked down by a curse, but he thought of what happened to Chino and Lockhart in the first or second year, and Lupin inexplicably resigned at the end of the semester in the third grade. He closed his mouth again.

At this time of delay, the sorting ceremony has already begun. Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year students to the top of the auditorium, placed a triangular stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and put another stool on the stool. The shabby, dirty, patched wizard hat.

　　 The first-year freshmen stared at the weird hat, and everyone else stared at it.

　　 For a while, there was silence in the auditorium.

　　 Then a crack near the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the hat suddenly sang:

　　 "That was more than a thousand years ago, I was just woven into shape,

　　 There are four famous wizards whose names have been passed down to this day:

　　The brave Gryffindor, from a barren swamp,

　　The beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside,

　　 The benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

　　 The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

　　..."

　　 The weird singing of the branch courtyard hatguli resounded throughout the auditorium.

　　 When I heard the phrase "The Big Four have injected my thoughts into me, I will choose and evaluate from now on!" Ivan's heart moved.

　　According to Nick LeMay, injecting one's own mind and will into magic items is a very advanced alchemy technique, and it is also the bottleneck of his current alchemy learning.

　　 Just as Ivan was thinking about it, the singing of the Sorting House had stopped, and there was warm applause in the auditorium.

　　 McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment and read it according to the name on it. The new students who were read stepped forward and picked up the sorting hat, sat on the stool, and waited for the hat to make a decision.

　　 Ivan took a few glances and then withdrew his gaze, but unfortunately he was not a new student and couldn't touch the sorting hat, otherwise he could use the system identification function to see the reality of the hat.

　　 Harry was not as laid back as Ivan, and was constantly harassed by his little brother Colin, who was one year below him. Although he was very impatient, Harry responded perfunctorily.

　　 About ten minutes later, as a freshman named Kevin Whitby was assigned to Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony finally ended.

　　 Professor McGonagall picked up the sorting hat and small stool and moved them away.

　　 Professor Dumbledore on the bench stood up slowly. He looked at all his classmates with a smile, opened his arms and made a welcome gesture.

　　 "I only have two words to tell you," Dumbledore's deep voice echoed in the auditorium, and he stretched out his wand and tapped it in the air, speaking loudly.

　　 "Eat!"

　　As Dumbledore's words fell, the empty plates on the long table were suddenly and magically filled with various foods.

　　 "At last it's time!" Ron hurriedly grabbed the spoon placed on the side, dug a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth. After sitting on the train all afternoon, he was already hungry.

　　 Ivan also put aside the complicated thoughts, and started to enjoy the meal in front of him intently, cutting off a juicy piece of steak and slowly chewing in his mouth.

　　 Nearly headless Nick wandered around them. Seeing them feasting, he was a little greedy, but the ghost couldn't eat the food of living people, so he could only watch it like that.

　　 "Hey...you are really lucky today, you know that the banquet of the evening almost broke up." Nearly headless Nick said sourly.

　　 "What's wrong? Did something happen?" Ivan squinted at the ghost and swallowed the steak in his mouth.

　　 "Earlier, there was a mess in the kitchen. It was Pepy Ghost who was deliberately making trouble and arguing about it again. You know, Pepy Ghost has always wanted to participate in the banquet!"

　　 Nick, who was almost headless, shook his head and sighed. His neck with skin didn't look very stable, and he almost threw his head off. Ivan and others were worried about him.

　　 Fortunately, his head didn't fall off in the end. After a pause, Nick, who was almost headless, continued.

"You should be aware of Pepigui's virtues. He has no education at all. When he sees food, he throws it everywhere. We held a ghost meeting to discuss this matter. The fat monk advocated giving him this opportunity-but blood. Ren Barrow firmly disagrees. I think he is very wise to do so."

　　 "No wonder Peppies are making trouble at the door..." Ron slapped his mouth, usually Peppies didn't have the guts to block outside the auditorium to tease them when school just started.

　　 "Then, Nick, what did Pippy do in the kitchen?" Harry asked curiously.

　　 "It's not the same old thing," Nick shrugged. "It's just ruining it. Peppy ghost messed up everything. Pots and pans were thrown everywhere, and the entire kitchen was flooded with soup.

　　 The poor house elves were so scared by it, they drove away Pippi together, and had to make a new dinner again, almost delaying today's banquet! "

　　 "That's really bad! Fortunately, Pippi was kicked out..." Ron said with pleasure. If Pippi succeeded, everyone would have to be hungry all night!

　　 When...

Listening to the words of Nick and Ron, Hermione inadvertently knocked over the gin glass in front of her. Pumpkin juice was poured on the tablecloth continuously, dyeing the white linen into an orange for several times. Feet, but Hermione ignored it at all.

　　 Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in surprise, Ivan also turned his head, vaguely remembering something, and couldn't help but scream in his heart.

　　 "You just said... there are house elves here too?" Hermione didn't look at Ivan and the others, but stared at Nick and said in a high tone.

　　 "That's right? Isn't that necessary?" Nick, who was almost headless, looked at Hermione strangely. He didn't understand why she had such a big reaction, but he replied truthfully, with a hint of pride in his words.

　　 "There are not as many house elves in any house in the UK here. There are more than one hundred house elves in Hogwarts!"

　　 "Then why don't I usually see it?" Hermione frowned. She had only seen one house elf at Hogwarts a few years ago-that was Dobby.

　　 "Ahem..." This time, Nick, who was almost headless, didn't wait for a reply~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ivan coughed slightly, attracted everyone's attention, and then helped explain.

　　 "Hermione, house elves are the best "helpers" for wizards. They can be said to be almighty in housekeeping. There are so many little wizards in Hogwarts, and they always need some house elves..."

　　 "Then they get paid, do they have holidays?" Hermione continued to say seriously without being fooled by Ivan. "There are sick days... allowances, do they have them?"

　　 When I saw Dobby before, Hermione didn't realize the low status of the house elves, and thought she was similar to a housekeeper.

　　 But she had come into contact with Shining and Kreacher during this summer vacation, only to realize that the lives of these poor little guys were harder than slaves!

"Sick leave and allowance? Hahaha..." The floating ghost seemed to have heard some funny news. He almost lost his breath with a smile. The wheel-shaped ruffled collar crooked, his head rolled down, and he was still attached to his neck by an inch or two. The dead skin and muscles of her were hanging, dangling in the air.

　　 "They don't need that, Granger!" Nick put his head hanging in mid-air on his neck again, and fixed it with a round wrinkle collar. "House elves don't need sick leave and allowance!"

　　 "That means they have to work hard every day because they have nothing? Isn't that slave labor?" Hermione said angrily, then turned to look at Ivan, and continued to ask.

　　 "Na Dobi..."

"Yes! Of course!" Ivan nodded hurriedly, interrupting Hermione's words, "Dobby gets a salary every month. I gave it a vacation last year to give it a good rest. A few days!"

After Ivan explained, Hermione nodded in satisfaction.

　　 Harry was holding back a laugh, but he knew Ivan's treatment to Dobby, which meant it was better than nothing.

　　 "How is this possible!" Nick's almost headless eyes widened, and his body trembling in the air, he didn't want to believe Ivan's rhetoric at all.

　　 "For house elves, wages and holidays are an insult to them...they just love to work!" Nick added.

　　 "No creature is born to like to work!" Hermione glared at Nick, and then went on with a vow.

　　 "They must have been forced by wizards to do that. Isn't Ivan's house-elf Dobby just got a salary and a vacation? What if we..."

　　 "Dobby is a very special house elf, Hermione!" Ivan interrupted Hermione's words, looked at her seriously, and continued to speak.

　　 "I always respect Dobby's wishes. It wants wages and vacations, so I gave it to it! Similarly, I also respect the ideas of other house elves!"

　　 Hermione choked on her words, and after a while she stammered in retort. "But that...that's not what they really think...who doesn't like a freer life?"

　　 She has seen Shining and Kreacher before, and of course she knows the morbid concept of "servant" in house elves, but she thinks it is the result of long-term enslavement by the master and should be corrected!

　　 "Freedom?" Ron chuckled, and while eating the cream pudding, he didn't forget to interrupt. "If you really talk about freedom with those house elves, they will be terrified!"

　　 While talking, Ron took another gulp of orange juice, smashed his mouth, and said again. "Also, Hermione...what are you bothering about? Isn't it good like this?"

"Of course not! I didn't expect that our convenient life at Hogwarts was built on the pain of house-raising elves!" Hermione said angrily, putting all the knives, forks and spoons in her hands. Down.

　　 Thinking that dinner was made by an exploited house-elf, Hermione couldn't eat a bite.

　　 Seeing that the little witch seemed to be going to be hungry all night, Ivan reluctantly persuaded. "It doesn't have to be this way? Hermione? Just like you want to make some changes, you have to do it step by step, right?"

　　 "This is the first step I did!" The little witch said firmly.

　　 Ivan shrugged, and didn't persuade him any more, but slowly picked up a piece of fragrant syrupy fruit pie, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.

　　 The pie is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a tangy aroma, and a thick syrup on the inside. The sweetness is just right without being too greasy.

　　 "I haven't seen it one summer vacation, their craftsmanship is still so good!" Ivan ate with greasy mouth, and exclaimed inexplicably, then used a fork to fork a shortbread cookie and put it on Hermione's plate. "Are you sure you won't come here?"

　　 Hermione pursed her mouth and went on a train all afternoon. Her stomach was empty.

But in the end the little witch endured it, pushed away the plate in front of him, and then stared at Ivan angrily, as if anyone who ate a bite of shortbread betrayed the anti-discrimination house elves revolution. -The same fate.

"Okay, I think you should all have enough food and drink!" About an hour later, Dumbledore stood up again. He waved his wand as he did at the beginning, and removed the plates on the table and the rest. The food was swept away.

　　 "It seems that you are really going to be hungry all night!" Ivan whispered.

　　 "I would rather starve to death than eat things made with the labor of elf slaves!" Hermione glanced at him angrily.

　　On the stage, Dumbledore's mouth twitched a few times. He obviously heard Hermione's words, but he pretended to be unaware of what he said.

　　 is mainly to remind freshmen not to go to the forbidden forest, and to prohibit the use of some dangerous magic "toys" in the castle.

　　 Speaking of here, Dumbledore glanced at George and Fred before the edge. In the past two years, he had received many complaints from Filch.

　　 George and Fred looked guilty under Dumbledore's gaze. They glanced at each other and immediately decided that they must be more concealed when selling "toys" in the future, and they must never be caught!

　　 Dumbledore glanced, then turned his gaze back, looked at the little wizards in the auditorium, and announced a heavy news.

　　 "Besides, I also regret to tell everyone that there will be no more Quidditch competitions at Hogwarts this year!"

　　 "Why?" Harry widened his eyes in surprise, and almost knocked over the candle holder beside him with excitement.

　　 Other Quidditch players also performed similarly. There was a burst of discussion on the long table of the four colleges, and many people looked at Dumbledore anxiously, waiting for his answer.

　　 Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down, signaled everyone to be quiet for a while, cleared his throat and spoke again. "That's because there is a large-scale event that will start in October ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and will continue throughout the school year, occupying a lot of teachers' time and energy... Therefore, we have to make some adjustments!

　　 "But I believe that you can all have a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce to everyone that this year at Hogwarts..."

　　 Dumbledore's loud voice echoed throughout the auditorium, but at this moment, a quick knock on the door interrupted his words.

　　 The little wizards in the auditorium all turned their gazes, even Ivan was no exception.

　　 Under the gaze of everyone, an old wizard is standing at the door, holding a long cane in his hand and a black traveling cloak on his body.

His legs and feet didn't seem to be good, he just limped forward, the crutches in his hand stopped on the ground, making a deep noise, the entire auditorium became silent because of his arrival, except for the heavy rain and the rain outside the window. The thunder resounded in my ears.

　　 In an instant, another lightning flashed across the sky.

　　 Under the dazzling flash, the old wizard lifted the hood he was wearing, and shook out a sparse gray long hair, and presented the horrible, scarred face in front of everyone.

　　 is the most eye-catching thing about his two eyes, one big and one small looking very uncoordinated.

　　 The normal black eyeball stared at Dumbledore on the stage, while the other weird blue eye kept spinning in all directions, scanning everyone on the field.

　　As the man got closer and closer, there was an inhalation sound in the auditorium. Harry and Ron couldn't help but shrink their necks. The little wizards before sitting also dragged their chairs back.

The panic and disgust of the little wizards were very obvious, but Aristo Moody, who was on the crutches, did not restrain his momentum at all. The magic eye looked around the audience unscrupulously, and unexpectedly saw a person who dared to look at him. Little wizard.

　　 was stared straight at by a strange magic eye, Ivan didn't feel anything, but looked at each other with interest.

　　 If he is not mistaken, the "Moody" in front of him should be a guy disguised by Barty Crouch Jr. with compound decoction.

　　 Ivan had to sigh, Barty Crouch Jr. is really bold!

　　 You know, Dumbledore is a master of mind-seeking, and he can read some of the other's thoughts just by looking at each other.

　　 This means that Barty Crouch Jr.'s disguise will be exposed in minutes as long as the old professor is on a whim!

　　 Of course, Ivan also knew that the old professor would not spy on other people's thoughts at will, unless it was about important layouts or major events related to Voldemort.

Not to mention that Moody is still an experienced legendary Auror, and he may be noticed by the opponent if he uses the intent of dementia, so it is unlikely that Dumbled can invade unless Moody's feet are unreasonable. The brain of this old friend.

　　Batti Crouch Jr. may have taken this point accurately, coupled with his trust in his acting skills, made such a risky plan!

　　 When Ivan was looking at Moody, the other party had already closed his eyes back and walked all the way to the high platform.

　　 Dumbledore stretched out his left hand and shook Moody's hand, talked a few words in a low voice, and then invited him to sit in an empty seat on his right.

　　 Moody was not at all polite, and after sitting down, he pulled over the plates of delicacies that he had deliberately left him on the table.

　　 He first sniffed it nervously, then took out a knife that he carried with him and prodded it a few times, and finally poked it in from one end of a sausage and ate it with big mouthfuls.

　　 Dumbledore seemed to have been accustomed to Moody's neurotic appearance, and soon faced the crowd, happily telling them that this was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher—Alastor Moody!

　　 There were only sporadic applause from the audience. Everyone was stunned by Moody's appearance and behavior. Even though he was staring at him intently, few people agreed.

　　 Maybe it was found that everyone was not in high spirits, Dumbledore said as soon as he turned his voice.

　　 "Ah... let's continue the topic! This school year will no longer hold the Quidditch Cup, instead we will be honored to host another very exciting event!"

　　 "This event has not been held for more than a century. I am very honored to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

　　 Dumbledore's tone was not high, but it was like throwing a boulder into the lake, causing a huge wave in everyone's hearts.

　　 No one even paid attention to the new professor Moody, Fred Weasley stood up excitedly and said in surprise.

　　 "Gosh! Are you kidding me? This is impossible!"

　　 Some knowledgeable little wizards, both excited and a little unbelievable, Dumbledore once again confirmed this statement and explained the origin of the Triwizard Tournament.

　　 To put it simply, this kind of competition was founded more than 700 years ago to promote exchanges among the three major magic schools in Europe!

　　 used to be held every five years. The rule is that each magic school chooses a brave. The competition is dangerous and exciting. The final score is the most. The brave who succeeds will get a great honor for himself and his school!

　　 But this kind of event was finally interrupted due to too many deaths. Finally this year, with the efforts of many parties, the Triwizard Tournament was resumed!

　　 "Triwizard Tournament..." Ivan touched his chin and whispered in a low voice.

　　 In his opinion, this is an opportunity to get legendary points, but he hasn't figured out whether to participate in it or not. He is not the same as Harry. There is no little Crouch to help. Even if he finds a way to put his name in, the Goblet of Fire may not choose him.

　　 While Ivan was meditating, Dumbledore had already finished his description of the Triwizard Tournament.

　　 The atmosphere in the entire auditorium became eager. Many little wizards were ready to move. Everyone wanted to be Dumbledore's hero who represented the glory of the entire Academy!

　　 "We are going to participate!" George and Fred looked very excited, especially when they heard Dumbledore say that the winner of the game could get a thousand gallons prize money, their eyes came out!

　　 "I don't know how the Warriors will be selected, do you draw lots by luck?" Ron was also a little moved, whether it was glory or Jin Jialong, he was very tempted.

　　 But Ron is still a little self-aware, if he is judged by his academic performance, he will definitely be useless!

　　Only by drawing lots is there such a possibility...

"Come on, Ron, such an important game will not use such a perfunctory method! Professor Dumbledore can not allow a bad warrior to represent Hogwarts, shame the school!" George hit without hesitation Shattered Ron's fantasy.

　　 "Maybe it's a duel to come out to see who can play the best!" Fred proposed a slightly more reasonable conjecture, after all, Professor Gu Dumbledore said this kind of game seems dangerous.

　　 "Then we have no chance?" George looked at Ivan sitting on the side in distress. He had seen Ivan cast spells before, and he really wanted to go against him. I'm afraid no one in the school is his opponent!

　　 "Ivan, will you participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Fred hurriedly asked.

　　 "If I can be selected!" Ivan shrugged ~www.mtlnovel.com~ casually replied.

　　 "Then we have no chance?" George and Fred said with a sigh. They both felt that if Ivan were going to run for the election, then they would probably be out of play.

　　 What made them even more desperate was that Dumbledore quickly announced the selection conditions of the contestants!

　　 "I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts, but for safety reasons, participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that an age limit should be set for this year's competitors!"

　　 "We will only allow students over the age of seventeen to sign up!" Dumbledore's expression was serious.

　　 "It's not fair!" George and Fred shouted in unison, Dumbledore's words undoubtedly cut off their last hope, because they were only a year away and only seventeen.

Dumbledore ignored the protests of George and Fred at all, and raised his tone. He said that this measure was set to protect the warriors, and the Ministry of Magic did not think that wizards under the age of seventeen could deal with it. Those dangerous games!

　　 Ivan remained calm throughout. He knew the rules of the competition for a long time, and of course there would be no mood swings.

　　 Dumbledore declared the end of the banquet after talking about the precautions, and ordered the prefects of the major colleges to return to the dormitory with freshmen and students of all grades.

　　 Along the way, everyone was talking about the Triwizard Tournament, and Ivan also echoed a few words.

　　 When he returned to the lounge, Ivan directly intercepted Hermione who was about to go back to the bedroom, pulled the little witch aside, hesitated and spoke in a low voice.

　　 "Hermione, remember to come out by 10 o'clock in the evening!"