Chapter 151: Get together! We are not pacifists

When only Dumbledore and Hagrid were applauded for the new black magic defense teacher, Hermione clapped her hands.
Ron and Harry, who were sitting beside her, turned their heads in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Hermione said strangely. "Why look at me?"
"Don't you think ... um ... he looks terrible?" Ron murmured.
"Oh-yes," Hermione nodded. "To be honest, it's a bit ... but, haven't you got a little memory?"
"What?" Harry and Ron asked puzzled.
"Maca told us over and over again with her own actions, that nothing can only be seen on the surface!" Hermione said earnestly, with a little bit of gritting in her tone.
"Well ... you mean, maybe this horrible new professor is a good guy?" Harry looked at Moody, who was eating sausage, and he really couldn't build anything good.
"I mean, don't make a judgement lightly before you have the hard evidence!" Hermione said word by word, expressing sufficient doubts about Harry's ability to understand.
Moody, in the center of the line of sight, seemed indifferent to everyone's cold response.
He ignored the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, but reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved wine bottle and took a big sip. When he raised his arm to drink, the cloak he dragged to the ground was pulled up a few inches, and a few inches of wood-carved prosthetic legs were exposed under the table, with a claw-shaped foot underneath.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I said just now," he said with a smile, looking at the many students in front of him. "In the coming months, we will be very proud to host a very exciting event that has been going on for more than a century It is not held. I am very happy to tell you that this year, the top three hegemony tournament will be held in Hogwarts. "
"You're kidding me!" Fred Weasley exclaimed.
The tension that had shrouded the auditorium since Moody's entered was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and persuaded Brito to laugh slightly with appreciation.
"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a very funny joke about a monster, a and a little dwarf. In the same tavern ... "
Professor McGonagall coughed loudly.
"Oh—it doesn't seem right ... not right ..." Dumbledore smiled. "Where did I just say? Ah, yes, the top three competition ... some of you still have I do n’t know what is going on in this hegemony, so I hope those who understand the situation can forgive me to explain a little bit here, and I allow them to think a little ...

The top three hegemony tournament was founded more than 700 years ago and is a friendly competition among the three largest magic schools in Europe.
The three schools are Hogwarts in the UK, Boothbatons in France, and Durmstrand in a mysterious location.
According to past rules, one warrior should be selected by each school, and then three warriors will compete for three magic items.
Originally, the top three hegemony tournaments were held every five years, and the sponsors were rotated by three schools. Everyone agrees that this is one of the great ways for young wizards in different countries to build friendships.
"... But then, there were too many deaths and the top three hegemony was interrupted."
"Number of deaths?" Hermione whispered, looking around in amazement.
But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as she was, and many of them were talking excitedly. Even Harry and Ron looked cheerful.
"People have tried to resume the tournament several times over the centuries," Dumbledore continued. "But none of them have been successful. But this year, Mr. Bagman, the director of the Department of Sports, Ministry of Magic, and I believe that we will do it again. The time to try is ripe. We have done a lot of communication with the Department of International Magical Cooperation and actively contributed to this grand event. "
"In October, the principals of Boothbatten and Durmstrand will lead their carefully selected competitors, and a ceremony to select the Warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are best qualified to compete The top three cups have won honors for their schools, and even individuals can receive a thousand gallon bonus. "
Having said that, Dumbledore paused and added a tone of voice: "And to make this event more exciting, this time the top three cups have also been replaced with a special magic item. If Whoever wins the final victory will also own this magical item! "
"As for what it is, please allow me to sell it ... when the game starts, everyone will know what it is."
The thought of the possibility of gaining such honor and wealth made everyone look excited, and this was an opportunity to become the true warrior of Hogwarts.
At the desks of each academy, the little wizards either watched Dumbledore enthusiastically or whispered excitedly to their neighbors.
Just then Dumbledore spoke again. This time, everyone could not help but send out an angry protest.
Dumbledore raised the age limit.
Registration is only allowed for students who are 17 years of age or older-that is, students over 17 years of age.
"The delegation of Boothbatten and Durmstrand will arrive in October and spend most of this school year with us. I know that you will all behave as our foreign guests stay here Warm and friendly, and once the Warriors of Hogwarts are finally selected, you will wholeheartedly support 'he' or 'she'. "
"Well, it's not too early now. It's very important for you to walk into the classroom tomorrow morning and be sober. Go to bed! Hurry!"
Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. The students stood up one after another, rushing to the two opposite doors with a look of unwillingness, and walked to the common room of their respective colleges.
...
It's been a few days since Maca came to Durmstrang, but he's been walking around the campus except for class time.
In fact, all he had to do at Durmstrang this time was simple, and that was two words-high-profile! And some rules here, he found a most suitable way.
"I heard that you are the strongest duel of Durmstrang?" Maca swayed all parts of his body so that he showed the most taunting gesture. "Did you dare to fight me "Let's make a mark?"
A hunk accent is lazy and arrogant, and coupled with his "I just provoke you, duel if you don't agree", it really annoyed the other person at once.
But when the senior student turned back with anger, he was stunned.
"You want-uh, no ... I'm not great, not at all."
Maca stared blankly, crooked her neck, looked him up and down, and finally staggered away in a desperate gesture.
What can he do if he is not fooled? You can't drag people to the duel like you drag a dementor?
Several times in a row, Maca virtually ate her own puppet. Since there is no way to get someone to "approach" to get credits, he can only move his mind a bit and take a few more detours.
Early the next morning, Maca posted such a notice on the bulletin board in the school lobby:

Dear senior students who are not good at duel, and lower grade students who are not yet proficient in dueling spells:
In order to prevent everyone from getting credits due to their weak duel skills, I will provide you with additional training and guidance on duel skills for free, and protect everyone from being invited to be harassed by malicious duel invitations when needed.
To this end, I hereby create a duel club and give it a loud and warm name. Our duel club is called "unify us! We are not peace activists."
Come and join us! I'm waiting for you here!
Note: If you want to join, please go to the open space in front of the school to register as a member.
Your friends, Maca McLean

Soon, the students who had just got up and washed up, and were planning to go to the auditorium for breakfast, gathered around the notice board, and everyone couldn't help talking in a low voice.
A weird notice, a weird organization, and a more weird name will always make people think away. But on this notice, the words "extra training guide for free duels for everyone" boldly marked by Makat, but everyone couldn't help it.
According to word of mouth from the students of Demstrom ~ EbookFREE.me ~, even those who don't know have already known Maca's magnificent deeds in the World Cup finals.
Almost everyone is thinking: If he gave him guidance, would he become so powerful?
Before long, except for some students who did not dare to approach Maca at all, other little wizards rushed out of the castle.
In the open space on the side of the gate, Maca sat there. In front of him, there was a humble little table with a stack of parchment paper on it.
"Are you all coming to the duel club?" Marka saw that a large part of these people were freshmen.
When Maca asked, the little wizards immediately nodded.
"Then all come to register! Everyone line up, come and collect the registration form, and return it to me in turn after completing it ..."
"By the way, after everyone is registered, our club will start the first official event immediately! Please be prepared-unite! We are not pacifists!"