Chapter 336: Holy Grail War, The Professor With The Shortest Tenure In History

Chapter 336: Holy Grail War, The Professor With The Shortest Tenure In History

Under everyone's gaze, the man walked up to Dumbledore, stretched out a hand and shook his hand. The two whispered a few words, as if Dumbledore was asking. The man just shook his head and replied in a low voice, He sat in the empty seat on the right.

He pulled over a plate of sausages, smelled them first, then took out a knife from his pocket, cut them open and ate them.

All the teachers and students in the school watched his actions quietly. Harry noticed keenly that since this man appeared, Snape became a little restless, as if he suddenly had a hemorrhoid on his butt.

Just as he was guessing the identity of this person, Dumbledore spoke.

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody."

Moody nodded slightly as a sign. Normally, when a new teacher meets everyone, everyone would applaud and welcome him, but now, except for Dumbledore and Hagrid, everyone else is still calm.

"It's really him." Ronald couldn't stop shouting, "Mad-Eye Mutong!"

"You know him?" Harry looked at him.

"Of course, there are almost no wizards in the family who have never heard of his name. He captured half of the prisoners in Azkaban, especially the Death Eaters."

"Dad has a pretty good relationship with him, but I haven't met him either.

Ronald paused: "But after Moody retired, he may have suffered too many injuries, and he became crazy. He always felt that someone would attack him, so everyone called him Mad-Eye Moody.

"I didn't expect that Dumbledore would invite him to be a professor. We will be miserable this semester."

Harry thinks it's good, at least he's very powerful, right?"

"But he's a great lunatic."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued the interrupted topic: "What were you talking about..."

"You're canceling the Quidditch House Cup!" Fred shouted. "Three six three"

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Weasley, that's all, that's because we will be honored to host a very exciting event that has not been held for more than a century."

Dumbledore said briskly: "I am very happy to tell you that the new Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Are you kidding me?" George stood up in surprise. The tense atmosphere that had enveloped the auditorium since Moody came in was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore also smiled appreciatively.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I have a good joke here. It's about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun walking together. Entering a tavern, it’s still the same guest room..."

Professor McGonagall cleared his throat deliberately.

"Oh, if you want to hear it, you can come to my office, and I will let you in alone then.

Dumbledore wisely changed the subject, "Let's continue talking about the Triwizard Tournament. After the efforts of many schools and the Ministry of Magic, the competition has been completely upgraded.

"At first, only three schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, participated in the competition. It was held every five years. However, the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued because there were too many deaths."

"But now, we believe that the time has matured, and because of the development of the times, exchanges and competitions between the main colleges can no longer meet the needs."

"So..." he announced under everyone's scorching gaze: "This time, the number of schools participating has become six. Including our Hogwarts, a total of seven schools of warriors will compete. Find the final winner!"

"In October, six schools including Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, Magic House, Wagadu, and Costolis will arrive at Hogwarts one after another, and the ceremony to select the warriors will be held on Halloween Held on the eve of.”

"Of course, it would be inappropriate for such a grand event to be called the Triwizard Tournament.

Dumbledore flicked his right hand, and a gorgeous golden cup appeared in front of him, spinning and shining.

"An enthusiastic friend made an outstanding contribution to this event. He donated the Holy Grail as a prize for the college to which the champion belongs."

"For this reason, this Triwizard Tournament will be officially renamed the Holy Grail War!"

From the event to a 'war', the level of enthusiasm immediately rose several levels, and many people began to fantasize uncontrollably.

He went through all kinds of hardships, defeated competitors from other schools, and brought the honor and trophy back to Hogwarts. He was greeted by the cheers of the students and the expressions of admiration and admiration from the goddess of his crush.

Hey hey hey

At this time, Dumbledore added fuel to the fire.

"In addition to winning honors for the school, the winner will also receive a personal bonus of three thousand galleons."

"Seize the Young Master?!" Ronald's voice was distorted.

"Three thousand galleons." Dumbledore repeated with a smile.

"I want to sign up!" Ronald's eyes were so determined that he could enter...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile: "Although we have optimized the events and processes of the competition many times, it is still full of dangers. This is a difficult challenge, so for the sake of safety - Only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register for this competition.”

"That's not fair!" Fred and George slapped the table: "We are still half a year away from turning seventeen. There is no difference at all!"

This time it wasn't Dumbledore's turn to speak. Professor McGonagall stood up and glanced at him with a stern gaze. The two of them immediately turned into quails, and the other dissatisfied students also calmed down.

"The significance of this event is not just an event." Dumbledore finally said: "Delegations from other schools will spend almost an entire school year with us, and we will have more exchange activities to help Let’s make progress together!...

In the excitement and excitement of the crowd, Dumbledore ended the party.

The students also know the role of the new building. In the next year, they will serve as dormitories for teachers and students from other schools. After they leave, they will also become part of the teaching building, with larger space and more convenience. Professors give practical classes.

But now everyone has completely lost interest in the house, and the Holy Grail War is the most attractive point.

Back in the lounge, a group of people groaned. They were not old enough and were not even allowed to register.

Especially the two sixth-grade boys, who both have birthdays in November. If the registration date is ten days and a half later, they can participate.

"Don't be sad." Their friend comforted them, "Even if I sign up, my ability and performance to accompany you will not be selected."

One of them blushed, "Can't we hope that the professors will be blind and fall in love with us?"

Suddenly, he looked at Cedric, "Cedric, your birthday is next month, right?"

Cedric scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm lucky, I just happened to catch up."

"That's great. If you run for election, you will definitely be selected. No one in the whole school can compare with you."

"No way." Cedric said modestly, "Slytherin's Sanders, Ravenclaw's Penelo, and Gryffindor's Angelina are all great."

"Penello is interning at the Ministry of Magic." Wayne, who was watching Hannah make up her homework, said casually: "She won't come back to compete.'

In one sentence, many people's attention was drawn back to him.

"Wayne." A little badger couldn't help but ask: "What about you? If you can participate in the competition, you will definitely win the championship and win the bonus.'

"I always feel that this rule is aimed at you. Why can't I talk to the principal?"

The guess is quite accurate, this standard is really aimed at him.

Wayne looked sideways at everyone and curled his lips: "It's too late to talk about this now. I have already joined the competition committee and become a referee."

"There's not much I can say now, but the competition will be tiring and dangerous. If you want to sign up, you can give it a try, but you basically have no hope. "But Cedric is very likely to be a contestant."

referee?

Many people were dumbfounded. They didn't expect Wayne's identity to change so much.

Cedric had a look of realization: "No wonder you already knew about it. It seems obvious that they also got the news from you?"

"No, I should have gotten the news from the Ministry of Magic."

Cedric nodded, and everyone turned their expectant eyes to him again.

Since Wayne can't participate in the game, Xiaosai is Hufflepuff's only hope.

Although he is only in the sixth grade, many people believe that he is the best student in the college. As for Wayne - only those who can't imagine can compare with him.

In other colleges, the scene is pretty much the same.

Everyone was discussing the seven schools, the three thousand galleons bonus, and the damn age line.

George and Fred sighed, regretting that Molly had not given birth to them a few months earlier.

"Maybe we can try to trick it." George thought, "Just cast a forgetting spell on everyone who knows our birthday."

The two of them looked at Li Qiaodan, who was silly and happy beside them.

Jordan's smile froze and he waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't do anything, I will actively cooperate."

"Are you taking things too simply?" Hermione said speechlessly: "The professors will have ways to detect your age by then.'

"Did Wayne tell you?" Fred rubbed his chin: "We only know about such a fun thing now, Wayne is so uninteresting.

"If you become a beautiful girl, he will teach you everything you have." Hermione complained.

George and Fred laughed together, they couldn't forget Ronald's social death scene last semester.

But even though Hermione warned them, the two still had no intention of giving up.

That's three thousand galleons.

With this money, it would be no problem even if Ludo Bagman's gambling debts were not recovered. The money was enough for them to rent a bright shop in Diagon Alley, and there was still a lot left over.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

The storm outside has long since subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium is still filled with gloomy clouds.

The twins were holding a thick book and searching for some magical way to make themselves older and get away with it. Ronald's eyes unconsciously glanced towards them.

Wayne was eating bread and looking through this semester's course schedule.

The herbal medicine class in the morning was with Gryffindor. He didn't need to go to the Care of Magical Creatures class. In the afternoon... there were two divination classes in a row.

Tomorrow will be two major classes on Charms and Transfiguration, and on Wednesday there will be Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic.

After slowly finishing breakfast, Wayne left the castle with He, who had been waiting there for a long time.

"What's going on?" Wayne looked at her strangely.

The two of them walked on the soft lawn, Hermione just lowered her head, said nothing, and looked unhappy.

"There are more than a hundred elves in Hogwarts, just in the kitchen. You must have known that."

The young man raised his eyebrows, "Pretty much, I've basically seen them all. After all, as a Hufflepuff, it's impossible not to go to the kitchen once in so many years."

of.

"Qiu, Astoria and the others also know."

"Hermione, don't tell me you sympathize with them."

Hermione looked at Wayne in great surprise: "Shouldn't it be right? They don't even get paid, but they do the hardest work.

"From my perspective, I don't think this is a problem." Wayne looked up at a gourd-shaped cloud floating in the sky, "Because I have a vested interest and I will not harm

My own interests, to rescue the once defeated.

"The defeated?" Hermione looked at him confused.

"Go and read about the history of elves." Wayne touched her head: "Only when you fully understand what happened will you have a better say. If you still think so when the time comes,

.”

Hermione looked at him expectantly.

"Then I won't help you." Wayne smiled, causing Hermione to slap his hand away angrily.

In the herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout introduced a very disgusting plant--Barbo tuber.

Rather than a plant, it looks more like a big slimy slug. It keeps squirming after emerging from the soil. There are many big shiny bulges on its body, which seem to be full of liquid.

body.

The little wizard's task is to collect this disgusting-looking but precious pus, and he must wear dragon skin gloves [because this pus will cause damage to the skin before being diluted]

into burns.

Wayne felt sick just looking at it, let alone doing it himself, even with gloves.

He paid a galleon to let Ronald complete his and Hermione's mission.

Facing such a huge sum of money, Ronald's hands were about to smoke. When Professor Snape saw this scene, he patted the boy's head fondly and allowed him to continue his mischief.

Everyone has their own likes and dislikes, and as a professor you can't force it, right?

"Madam Pomfrey should be happy now." Professor Sprout sealed the last bottle and said: "Babo Tuberous Pus 4.9 Liquid is the best medicine for stubborn acne.

This will stop students from popping their pimples with their hands. "

Wayne also discovered that as they enter puberty, many students have acne or freckles on their faces.

He was thoughtful, could he start from this aspect and spend some pocket money for the girls?

Putting this idea down first, Wayne and Hermione parted ways. The little witch was going to attend Care of Magical Creatures class, and he had some leisure time in the morning.

Looking up at the closed window of the principal's office, En decided to go find Dumbledore.

After all, Moody is an old friend of Astoria's grandmother. The two of them also established some friendship during the summer vacation last year. There is no way that he will be locked up by Barty Crouch Jr.

One school year.

When he confirmed this idea, the system also sent a notification sound.

[Big Event————The professor with the shortest tenure in history is being created....

Um, has the system even considered Barty Jr. as this year’s professor by default?

Standing in front of the gargoyle, Wayne had a strange expression.

"What's wrong, boy Lawrence, why don't you go in, or do you still want to chat with me?" the gargoyle asked in confusion.

"Go in and chat later. I have something to do with Dumbledore."

"No problem, see you later." The gargoyle moved out of the way.

Wayne took the escalator to the door, knocked on the door, and then pushed the door open when Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

Not only was Dumbledore in the room, but Professor McGonagall and Snape were also sitting there.

Seeing his appearance, the two professors were a little surprised, but it was Phineas on the wall who spoke first.

"Kid, you came just in time, I have something to ask you!"

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