novelslam Chapter 584 The Triumvirate Competition!
Chapter 584 The Triumvirate Competition!
Chapter 584 Triwizard Tournament!
A once-in-50-year rainstorm turned the wealthy Professor Sprout into a real Miss Runtu.
This is a very sad story.
As for whether Professor Snape was happy, it was unknown, anyway, his tense face looked very melancholy.
This kind of melancholy may be mixed with worry... worrying that the lake will wash away the precious plant 'corpse'.
Anyway, Sprout lost money, Hogwarts lost even more, and the school trustees lost their underwear... Professor Snape made money.
Dead magic plants... have to be recycled anyway, and used to brew potions.
His small box can be inexplicably more herbs again.
Snape went on to repair the embankment of the lake to prevent his dungeon from flooding.
Professor Sprout is gone too, to save her cutie.
William watched eagerly, and also wanted to follow to save those herbs.
He is Hogwarts' favorite herb student... Although he wasn't in the early days, but now, he can be!
Seeing that Professor Sprout was gone, Professor Flitwick started blowing smoke rings again, creating various interesting patterns.
William glanced around, but didn't see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mad-Eye Moody.
He is a prudent master... If he doesn't set foot in the school, it is probably equivalent to slowing down the curse.
Soon, the door of the auditorium opened, and everyone immediately fell silent.
Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year students and quickly walked to the middle of the auditorium.
Most of the students were fine, but a small number of children were covered in water, as if they had swum from the lake.
One of the children was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat.The overcoat was on him, and its long hem dragged on the floor like a rag.
"Brother, I fell into the lake..." he said silently to Colin Creevey of Gryffindor with his mouth open triumphantly.
It turned out to be Colin's younger brother.
Colin Creevey is also well-known as Harry's "Queen" cameraman.
Especially in the year of the Chamber of Secrets, he was attacked.Everyone found a lot of photos from his camera.
Only then did the students understand that he likes to take pictures...but only Harry, and his intimate portraits.
On the bed, in the bathroom, on the grass, in the field, in the carriage... In a word, he used all the places that other people could use to "fall in love" to photograph Harry.
It can be called frenzy!
Professor McGonagall put a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the new students, and put a patched but not so dirty wizard hat on the stool.
After Anne washed it, the Sorting Hat also became very clean.
It twisted its body and sang this year's new song.
In fact, the sorting hat is very powerful, it lasts for 1000 years...a new song every year.
Comparable to an 'exhausted old singer' who used to have one album a year.
Last year, it learned yodel singing, and this year it made a new breakthrough again, learning death rock tearing sound.
Anyway, William had plugged his ears with magic early on, so he didn't feel the heart-piercing, soul-crushing feeling of being out-tuned to Beauxbatons.
Professor McGonagall seemed to be shocked too, and he was stunned for a full minute before he remembered who he was and where he was...
Many of the little wizards were frightened and stupid, and refused to put on that hat.
This made the Sorting Hat boss unhappy and offended.
When it was sorted, it also lacked interest.Annie is still caring... The students in this class are not very good.
A girl named Ola Quelke was assigned to Ravenclaw. She sat down on the bench and looked at William, both surprised and excited.
"Ah...William Stark, I grew up listening to your stories!" She covered her mouth and said excitedly.
"..."
William is only five years old, why does he sound like a passing star?
Well, he became famous during the summer of his freshman year.
Quirk was only seven or eight years old at the time, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he grew up listening to his stories.
Harry's story has become a thing of the past. Today's children prefer to hear Stark destroying demons and destroying cities.
"What happened just now?" Qiu Xun asked. "It's raining too much?"
"No... There was a mermaid lying on the side of the boat and capsized the boat." Quilk explained nervously.
"What do they want?" William wondered.
"I don't know..." Quirk shook his head in confusion.
"They said they used to work in Hogsmeade, but now they are unemployed. They have earned some Galleons and want to find a wizard to marry."
"..."
It turned out to be the lady from the pedicure shop that was seized last year, and now I am looking for an honest person.
I don't know if there is a mermaid princess who is going to learn technology, otherwise there is a green lake above Cedric's head.
At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.
A rude man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.
Such a cool appearance naturally attracted the attention of countless people.
He took off his hood, shook out his long gray hair, and started toward the work table.
Heck, heck, every step he took, the wooden prosthetic under his feet would create a hollow sound that echoed in the auditorium.
He went straight to the end of the guest table, turned to the right, and limped towards Dumbledore.
Another flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the man's face extremely vividly.
As if carved out of a piece of rotten wood, every inch of skin on that face seemed to be scarred.
His mouth is also crooked, and one eye is small and black; the other eye is large, round like a coin, and is a vivid bright blue.
——The magic eye!
The stranger approached Dumbledore.He held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.
Dumbledore shook hands with him and motioned for the man to take an empty seat on the right.
Everyone understands that this is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Until the end of the freshman sorting, everyone has not yet come out of the shock.
The school is getting more and more outrageous... stutterers, liars, werewolves, wizards with crooked mouths... no one will be surprised that there will be a toad next year.
The sorting was over, and Professor Snape finally came back, but he hesitated reluctantly when he saw Moody sitting next to him.
But even though she was reluctant, she still swallowed her anger and sat down next to Moody like a little daughter-in-law.
Dumbledore stood up, smiled and said, "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
My longtime friend—Professor Moody. "
Everyone was applauding sparsely. Moody, who had a crooked mouth, looked amazing, and most of them were still staring at him intently.
Moody didn't pay attention, looked away from Snape, and shook his head again, shaking the long gray hair from his face.
He pulled a plate of sausage, held it up to his mutilated nose, and sniffed it, as if to check whether it was expired.
He took out a knife and a fork from his pocket, poked it into one end of a sausage, and ate it.
Ignoring the pumpkin juice beside him, Moody reached into his traveling cloak, pulled out a curved decanter, and took a swig.
Do you bring your own cutlery and drinks?
Pay attention to people!
Dumbledore didn't care, this is the habit of his friends for many years.He cleared his throat and said with a smile:
"Okay! Before eating, I must ask everyone to pay attention. I want to make an announcement."
Everyone held their breath, even the students who got wind of it listened carefully.
"We will be honored to host a very exciting event over the next few months.
The event has not been held for more than a century.
That's right... I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year! "
The news immediately exploded among the crowd, with mixed reactions to the incident.
Some people were confused, while others were knocking on the table excitedly, as if they were about to win the championship.
"You made a wise decision!" Fred said excitedly, having received the news from William earlier.
"I love you, Headmaster!"
The tense atmosphere that had been hanging over the auditorium ever since Moody entered was suddenly shattered.
Almost everyone laughed out loud.
Dumbledore also smiled slightly.
"Really? That really surprised me. Are you sure you're not joking, Mr. Weasley?"
Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.
"Oh—it's probably inappropriate to say this now..." Dumbledore shook his head.
"Where did I just say that? Ah, by the way, the Triwizard Tournament... Some of you still don't know what this Tournament is all about.
So, I hope those in the know will forgive me for explaining a little bit here, and I allow their brains to wander for a while. "
Dumbledore quickly introduced the Triwizard Tournament.
Past death tolls were also highlighted.
The death toll here naturally does not only refer to the three warriors, but also professors and spectators.
Watching a game, a lot of people die, the cost is really high.
So it's normal to stop.
But the students in the auditorium were not worried. People who died more than 100 years ago have anything to do with them.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to restore the Tournament," cried Dumbledore.
"The Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports of the Ministry of Magic believe that the time is ripe for another attempt... The winner will receive a prize of [-] Galleons."
One thousand Galleons... seemed to set the entire castle on fire.
It was as if Dumbledore was saying: Want honor and Galleons?
If you want, I will give you everything, go be a warrior!All the Galleons are there!
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
I will definitely get the update time on track tomorrow, I swear in Tom's name! )
(End of this chapter)