"Why didn't you see the crazy-eyed man?" Fred asked loudly. The branch ceremony was always noisy, and at this time, a man named Malcolm. Bardock's freshman was assigned to Slytherin, and George stood up and booed,

"Are you late?" Lawrence replied, "Mr. Weasley went to help him this morning?"

"I heard Bill say before that his appearance is amazing-" George sat back in his seat and said, "I'm so curious about him. I mean, Bill often sees goblins, mummies, and it's certainly unusual to be called by him."

"I heard that the crazy-eyed man has great magic power. Maybe how many years can he last?" Fred frowned. "I mean, everyone said that this course was cursed, right? No professor can teach it for more than a year."

Be the last Kevin. Whitby was assigned to Hufflepuff, and the branch ceremony ended. Professor McGonagall left the hall with the old hat. Dumblido stood up with a smile as usual, spreading his arms as if he wanted to hug every student.

"I'll just say one word," Dumbledore said, his low voice echoing in the hall, "Eat and drink."

"Just wait for you to say this" Fred grabbed the knife and fork, George pulled a plate of roasted chicken, Lawrence took a drink, everyone was eating and chatting, exchanging their current situation, and the dishes on the table were replaced with dessert, and when the last roasted pudding disappeared on the table, Dumbledore stood up again,

"I need to notify a few things-" Dunbulido smiled, "Administrator Filch wants me to tell you that the school's contraband list has been added this year...uh... how many items? For example: Weasley's candy series, Weasley fake wand, Weasley headless, Weasley...well, the entire list has a total of 522 items. If I am interested, I can go outside Filch's office to check it out, or ask the two Mr. Weasley-"

Dunbulido looked at the twins, his mouth moved slightly, he blinked, the twins laughed loudly,

"I still want to remind you that the Forest prohibits students from entering, and students under the third grade cannot go to Hogsmeade Village." Dumbullydo said, pausing, "I regret to announce that Hogwarts will not hold the Quidditch competition this year."

"What?" Harry exclaimed not far away. He turned his head to look like Fred and George, but to his surprise, Fred and George just grinned at him.

"Because a game will start at the end of October and will last for a whole year, it will take up most of our teachers' time and energy, but I promise you will love it, and I'm happy to announce that this year Hogwarts--"

"Touch--" A deafening voice interrupted Dumbledore's words. The door of the hall was opened. A man with a hood, holding a long staff, and wearing a traveling black cloak, walked in. A flash of lightning struck the ceiling of the hall. The man untied his hood, revealing his dark gray hair.

Another lightning bolt. This time everyone saw the man's face clearly, with scars on his face, his nose with a corner peeled off, his left eye was blue, big and round, and it was a magic eye. He walked towards the professor's seat as if no one was around, making a "dongdong" footsteps. Everyone noticed that his left foot, which was stepping forward, revealed a wooden charity foot, and with his claws, he walked to Dumblido to shake hands with him. They whispered a few words, and the man sat on Dumblido's right hand,

"Let me introduce it, this is our new professor of dark magic defense," Dumbledore said, "Professor Alasto Moody."

No one clapped his hands, everyone was stunned, and Moody didn't seem to care about it. Lawrence looked at the magic eye and whispered, and the twins were also very excited.

"This looks really amazing," said George.

"This is the first time I want to have a class like this." Fred whispered,

"Go back to what I just said," Dunbulido said. "We are honored that in the next few months, Hogwarts will host an extremely exciting event that has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Trio will be held in Hogwartch this year!"

"Maybe some of you don't know what the Triumph is. Students who know, let me give you a brief explanation. I'll allow you to take a nap," Dumbledore smiled. "The Triumph was founded about 700 years ago and is a competition of friendship among three European magic schools. These three schools are: Hogwarts, Busbaton and Demstrong. Each school selects a Warrior to compete for three magical events. The Triumph is held every five years, and the three schools take turns to host it. Everyone agrees that this is an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to establish friendships - but later, due to the excessive deaths, the Triumph was terminated."

"For centuries, people have tried to resume the game," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them were successful. However, the International Magic Cooperation Division and the Magic Sports Division of our Ministry of Magic believe that the time is ripe. This summer we have made a lot of efforts to make sure that every warrior is not in danger of life."

"In October, the principals of Boothbaton and Demstrong will lead their carefully selected students, and the selection ceremony will be held after the Halloween dinner. A fair referee will decide which student is eligible to participate in the competition and win honors for his school, and the winner will receive a thousand Gallons."

"One Thousand Garons! I'm going to participate!" Fred whispered, and George also clenched his fists. Obviously, there were not many students who had the same plans as them. At the dining tables of each college, there were people watching Dumbledore enthusiastically, or whispering excitedly, and many people turned their eyes to Lawrence, wanting to see his reaction,

"Lawrence, will you attend?" George asked in a low voice.

"It sounds interesting-" Lawrence replied,

"Deaths" Hermione stressed, "Didn't you listen to Professor Dunbulido?"

"I know you all want to win the Triumph for Hogwarts," Dunbulido continued, and everyone calmed down again. "But the school and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there would be an age limit for this year's contestants, and only those over the age of seventeen- or older are allowed-"

"Are you kidding?" Fred protested indignantly, and buzzing discussions sounded in the hall. Obviously, many people were dissatisfied with this restriction.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," Dunbulido smiled. "But since you mentioned kidding, I heard a very interesting joke this summer, about a mountain monster, a female yaksha and a dwarf. They all walked into a bar to drink..."

"Hmm!" Professor McGonagall issued a loud warning, she cleared her throat, obviously she had a great opinion on this so-called "joke".

"Well, maybe it's not the time to tell jokes, where am I talking about?" said Dumbullydo. "Ah--By the way, the age limit of seventeen is very important. No matter how many precautions we take, the competition event of the championship is still very difficult and dangerous. It is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to deal with - Ah, yes, I want to thank Mr. Luo Fande, who is already in the sixth grade - otherwise I would be embarrassed to say this sentence -"

Amid the proud cheers of the Glenfindo dining table, Fred and George patted Lawrence on the shoulder,

"You must attend, brother." Fred said, "Of course we won't give up."

"We still have to try the age limit," George said, "Although we think we basically don't have the chance to choose..."

"Let him make his own decision." Hermione frowned,

"I think I'll attend," Lawrence replied.

"But you are not seventeen yet." Hermione said, and the twins sneered,

"The candidates were announced after the Halloween dinner," Lawrence said. "I happened to be seventeen that day."

"But, the death toll-" said Hermione,

"I plan to travel to various countries after graduation, see all kinds of magic, and walk in the wilderness." Lawrence said calmly, "Don't you think I'm planning to visit in the Muggle area, do you?"

"The delegations of Busbaton and Demstrong will arrive at the end of October and spend most of the school year with us. I know, and I hope that when our foreign guests stay here, you will be warm and friendly," Dunbulido said to the talkative students with a smile. "And once the warriors of Hogwarts are chosen, you will support him or her wholeheartedly. Well, it's not too late, so it's very important that you can get energetic and clear-headed to go to class tomorrow morning - go back to the dormitory to sleep - or does anyone want to sing school songs with me?"

All the students moved quickly towards the entrance of the hall, and the professors had awkward expression because Dumbledore had already started singing the school song on his own.

"The limit of seventeen years old is ridiculous." Fred complained, George nodded,

"A thousand Gallons," Ron's mind seemed to float away.

"How did they decide who is the fair referee in the competition?" Harry asked,

"A cup," Lawrence replied, "A cup of flame."

"What is that?" Everyone was confused,

"A powerful magic contract, the selected person must do his best to complete all competitions," said Lawrence, looking at Hermione's curious expression, adding, "There are relevant information in the library. If you are interested, you can check it. On the fourth floor of the seventh bookshelf."

"Do you think the age enhancer is useful?" Fred asked anxiously, "I think we only need a few drops-"

"I can't be sure," Lawrence frowned, "but I think it's difficult, because you're not just Goblet of Fire."

"Or who is it?" George was surprised.

"It's Dunbulito," Lawrence replied, "that the most powerful magician of the present."

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Chapter completed!