Vol 2 Chapter 535: Moody and the Goblet of Fire

Thunderbolt clearly shows the person's face, a face that Fanlin has never seen before. To a person who has only a slight vague concept of the human face, it seems to be carved from dead wood, the sculptor It seems that he has no experience in how to use a chisel.
Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a deep cut diagonally, and a large part of the bridge of his nose was missing.
But it was that man's eyes that frightened everyone.
One of the eyes is like a bead, small and black, and the other eye is like a coin, big and round, and still blue. This blue eye keeps turning, without blinking, turning up and down, looking left and right, not like a normal eye. The blue eyes turned to the right, toward the back of his head, so they can only look. To his white eyes.
It seems that his condition is not good.
Mad Eye Moody, the former righteous man.
However, his magic eyes are indeed a bit horrified.
Smart alchemical products.
However, if it is not the original Moody, it should be uncomfortable to wear it?
However, this is not a question that Fanlin should consider. Maybe he should try to find out who this Professor Moody is playing.
Barty Crouch Jr.? Or who else?
The thunder and lightning erupted from the early warning magic of the sky board made the wizards in the hall a little confused. They didn't know what was going on, or what the ceiling did.
Even in the darkest times, Hogwarts never said that it was in a major crisis.
British wizards basically walked out of Hogwarts...
Moody was taken aback.
It seemed like this, Fanlin saw his magic eyes turn around in an instant.
He took a magic wand out of his arms.
This Auror will always have many weapons, such as Moody's humble crutch.
The red magic rushed into the sky in an instant.
Moody's movements were so fast, Fanlin had not captured any more details before he overcame the ceiling.
A very powerful confusion spell, and by the way, Moody also dispelled the dark clouds that were suppressed in the sky.
The ceiling of Hogwarts Hall returned to its usual appearance, the appearance of a starry sky.
Moody approached Dumbledore, and he stretched out a hand as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand and said something, no one could hear that it was too far away.
However, from the expressions of the two people, it can be seen that the two are familiar.
Maybe Moody's is talking to Dumbledore about this stupid sky board?
Anyway, with his wet hair, Moody looked a little embarrassed.
Dumbledore nodded and motioned for Moody to sit in the empty seat on his right.
Alastor Moody sat down, pulled the dark gray mane away from his face, pulled a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and smelled it with his remaining nose, then took a knife from the bag and forked it up One end of the sausage began to eat. His normal eye was staring at the sausage, but his blue eye was still turning in the socket, looking around the entire hall and the students.
"Let me introduce our new black magic defense teacher." Dumbledore said happily, breaking the silence. "He is Professor Moody."
"Moody?" Harry said to Ron. "Mad-eyed Moody? The man your dad went to help out this morning?"
"Maybe." Ron replied in awe.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked quietly. "What's wrong with his face?"
"I don't know." Ron also said quietly. While looking at Moody with interest.
Moody didn’t seem to care at all about the unwelcome welcome. He reached into the travel cloak, took out a big belly bottle, and took a big sip. He ignored the jar of pumpkin juice in front of him and lifted it up. As his arm drank, his cloak pulled a little away from the ground, and Harry saw a claw foot sticking out at the foot of the wooden table under the table.
It seems that this has been planned long ago. At least the person who plays Moody must be very difficult. This requires early preparation and learning the lifestyle of a disabled person.
Dumbledore cleared his throat again.
"I just said," he said with a smile to the students, all of them still looking at Mad-Eye Moody in amazement. "We are honored to host an extremely exciting event next month. It has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to inform you that the Goblet of Fire Competition, also called the Three Witch Fighting Competition, will be held in Huo Govoz held!"
"Are you kidding me!" Fred Weasley said loudly.
The tension that had filled the hall since Moody's arrival was broken.
Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore laughed understandingly.
"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley." He said, "Since you mentioned the joke, I got a good joke this summer. It was about a cave fairy, a witch, and an old witch soil. They all went. A bar—"
Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.
"Well—maybe it’s not the time to tell jokes." Dumbledore said, "Where did I go? By the way, the Three Witches Tournament, some of you don’t know what this league is about, so I hope those who know can allow me to explain a little bit, and those who know can pay attention to other things."
"The Three Witch Fighting Contest was about 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three major magic schools, Hogwarts, Boothbatten, and Durmstrang. Each school selected a champion as its representative. , These three players compete in three magic games. The magic school takes turns to host a game every five years, which is recognized by everyone. This is the best way to establish contact between young mages until the death toll is too large. , The game was aborted."
"The number of deaths?" Hermione was alert and whispered. But the other students in the hall didn't seem to share her worries. Many students whispered to each other excitedly, and Harry himself listened more about the game than he was worried about his death a hundred years ago.
"For centuries, people have tried to resume the game several times." Dumbledore continued, "None was more successful. However, our national standard magic cooperation department and magic competition department think that it is time to try again. We have matured, and we have been working hard for it all summer. This time, the champions will not get caught up in it."
"The principals of Boothbatten and Durmstrang will bring their selected players to our school in October, and the trial for the three players will be held on Halloween, and an impartial referee will decide which one will be. The one who is most qualified to win the trophy of the Three Witch Fighting Contest will be the glory of their school and will receive a personal bonus of 1,000 sailing coins."
"I want to participate!" Fred Weasley hissed under the table. Thinking of the glory and wealth he could get, he was enthusiastic and radiant.
He is not the only one who sees himself as a champion at Hogwarts.
At each table, Harry could see the students either looking at Dumbledore intently, or whispering to the neighbors from time to time.
Fanlin's name was once again added to the middle of the Hogwarts dialog.
This is not surprising, Fanlin's recent limelight is really too big.
Throughout Britain, and even throughout Europe, Fanlin is almost recognized as the strongest little wizard.
This is not questionable.
A guy who can defeat a black wizard head-on, and his explosive strength far exceeds that of ordinary wizards.
Everyone sees that kind of palpitating magic.
As long as Fanlin participates, the Hogwarts championship trophy must be inevitable. What's more, Fanlin taught all the boys in Boothbatton, everyone has basically heard...
Fan Lin stared at Dumbledore stupidly, and he temporarily left behind Moody's coming in.
If he did not show his strength in the Quidditch World Cup, maybe he might still participate in this event.
However, the people at the Ministry are not fools.
Once Fanlin used the Sorcerer's Stone, even Scrimgeour couldn't beat Fanlin, let alone the wizards in these schools.
Everyone is well aware of what happened that night. If Fanlin could run for the election, Hogwarts would be Fanlin's candidate. There is no doubt about this.
It can be said that everyone has no fun then.
It is impossible for the Ministry of Magic not to respond to such things, otherwise...
The discussion in the hall was really too loud. From time to time, some people projected over with a little fanatical gaze, which made Fanlin feel very uncomfortable.
"You can definitely win the championship. I don't think the guys from Boothbatten and Durmstrang can beat you." Harry said sincerely, although he wants to participate, but in comparison , He has more confidence in his friends.
"I..." Fanlin said something like, but he met Neville's hot eyes.
Obviously, as a Gryffindor, Neville is still very excited about such a thing. After all, Neville is a man who can pull the Gryffindor sword out of his hat.
But when Dumbledore spoke again, the hall fell silent again.
"Although I know that you all want to bring the Three Witchcraft Tournament trophies to Hogwarts," he said, "The principal of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed to set a limit on the age of players this time. Only students who have reached the age— —That is, only 17 years old or older is allowed to register for the election. This..."
Suddenly, on the side of the painting style in the hall, everyone began to quarrel and resist. I have to say that this is very Hogwarts and directly challenged the principal.
"It's not fair..."
"Why... It's hard to say..."
Fanlin didn't dare to look around, some people just took him out and talked about it.
Dumbledore heard a few people criticizing him. The Weasley twin brothers suddenly seemed extremely angry. He raised his voice and pressed a section of his wand against his neck.
"……be quiet……"
Great sound reinforcement spell, at least everyone was jumped off.
"This is a measure we think is necessary, because no matter how it is prevented, the competition will still be difficult and dangerous. There is nothing possible for students below grades six and seven to cope with it. I will personally go out to ensure that those who are under age Students cannot fool our impartial referees and make them the champions of Hogwarts."
When he saw the rebellious faces of Fred and George, his light blue eyes blinked a few times. "So for those under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste time nominating yourself."
Then Dumbledore looked at Van Lin. He was sitting with Harry, Ron and Hermione...
Dumbledore seemed to be passing something to him, there was a strange sheen in his deep eyes.
"The representatives of Boothbatten and Durmstrang will arrive in October and will be with us for most of the school year. I know you will give all the foreign guests all the enthusiasm and support during their stay. For the champions of Hogwarts, it’s not early now. I hope you will have a clear head during class tomorrow. This is very important. Go and rest."
Dumbledore sat down again and turned to Mad-Eye Moody, looking like he was going to reminisce.
The students stood up and swarmed the double doors of the front hall. There was a rubbing and banging.
"How could they do that?" George Weasley said, without following the crowd to the door, standing and staring at Dumbledore.
"We will be seventeen next April, why can't we give it a try?"
"They can't stop me." Fred said stubbornly, and glared at the table above. "The champions can do anything, and you don't let us do anything right. There are no more than a thousand sailboats. Currency bonus!"
"Yes." Ron's thoughts seemed to float away, "Yes, a thousand sailing coins..."
"Moreover, this is not fair, especially for Fanlin." Hermione said angrily. "In the past, Fanlin has proven that he is the most powerful little wizard at Hogwarts. And I believe that in other schools, there will be no wizards who can fight Fanlin."
"Yeah, if Fanlin can't be a warrior at Hogwarts, then who else has such qualifications at Hogwarts?" Harry nodded and said.
"This is simply unreasonable. The age limit?" Fred was furious. "Moreover, there are still many people who are over seventeen. They can only pass the exam, but the Three Witch Fighting Contest..."
"We have to talk to Dumbledore, or the Ministry of Magic... They can't do this, everyone should have a chance."
"Yeah, the most hopeful of winning the championship but there is no way to participate, and it is because of age." Hermione frowned.
"Let's go." Fanlin said, "Stop discussing, if you don't go, we are the only ones left here."
In fact, this is not a restriction at all for him.
He can directly trick the Goblet of Fire with a confusion spell and throw his name in.
Moreover, Dumbledore can be used to stop the magic of the little wizards, and Fanlin can find many ways to deceive, bypass, or directly destroy.
"Fanlin, don't you think about the age limit at all?" Fred said, hating iron and steel, "you should be..."
In fact, Fanlin wanted to tell Fred that it wouldn't bother him at all, but Professor McGonagall came over.
"Mr. Fanlin El, please come over, President Dumbledore has something to say to you." Professor McGonagall said, but in a blink of an eye, the gentle face became hardened.
"As for the five of you, I think you should go back to the public lounge as soon as possible, instead of blocking the entrance of the hall. This is the hall, and the first-year students report. You should set an example."
Professor McGonagall's serious face is still so terrible.
In fact, a few people didn't dare to have any questions at all, and leaving obediently was the right choice.
Under the supervision of Professor McGonagall, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George walked to the front hall. They looked back at Van Lin, and then, as soon as they went out, Fred and George argued again. Dumbledore's possible methods to prevent students under the age of seventeen from participating.
"Why did Dumbledore ask Fanlin?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, maybe it is to explain the reason for the ban. Everyone knows that the wizard of Boothbarton and the wizard of Durmstrang will not be Fanlin's opponent, he is the best in Hogwarts." Min frowned, at least the girl's IQ was still online.
Harry nodded, this is the result everyone agrees with, and they are friends of Fanlin, this kind of honor should not be missed by Fanlin.
It is rotated once every five years, and there may not be another one.
However, these things can only be discussed when Fanlin returns.
"Who is the fair referee who decides the championship?" Harry asked.
"I don't know." Fred said, "but it is them we are going to fool. I think a few drops of age potion might be useful. George..."
"But Dumbledore knows you are under age," Ron said.
"Yes, but he is not the one who decides who wins the game, right?" Fred said slyly. "I think once he chooses who wants to participate, he will pick the best from each school. Regardless of their age, Dumbledore tried to keep us from saying his name."
"But it's dead!" Hermione said worriedly, and they passed through a door hidden behind a tapestry and up another narrow flight of stairs.
"Yes," Fred said casually, "but it happened a few years ago, right?
Anyway, without a bit of risk, where is the fun? Hey, Ron, what if we avoid Dumbledore? Do you want to participate? "
"What did you say?" Ron asked Harry, "Of course it's great to compete, but I think they may be older, regardless of whether we have learned enough..."
"I definitely didn't learn enough." Neville's gloomy voice came from behind Fred and George.
"But I think my grandma will want me to try it. She always says how I should be my ancestor, I have to, huh..."
Neville’s foot just sank from the first step in the middle of the stairs. There are many such traps at Hogwarts. Most older students will skip this special step and develop a first step. Two instincts, but Neville is famous for forgetfulness. Harry and Ron grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out, a suit of armor at the top of the stairs, gasping and laughing loudly.
"Shut up," Ron said, and Ron slapped its faceplate hard as they passed the armor.
They fumbled towards the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, which was cut behind a huge portrait of a fat aunt in pink silk.
"The spell?" she asked as they approached the population. "Bradin beat Xi." Granger said, "The prefect downstairs told me."
The portrait swayed forward, revealing a hole in the wall. They all climbed through the hole. A bunch of burning fire warmed the circulation room, which was full of low chairs and tables.
Casting a cold glance at the cheerfully beating flames, they said goodnight to each other, and Hermione disappeared in the corridor leading to the girls' dormitory.
Harry, Ron, and Neville climbed the last spiral staircase to the dormitory at the top of the tower. The five four-way beds each have a crimson curtain facing the wall. At the foot of the bed are everyone’s suitcases. Dean and Finnigan are already on the bed. Finnigan hung his Irish robe on the top plate. En nailed a poster of Victor Krum on the bedside table, and his original Western Ham team poster was nailed aside.
"Insane!" Ron sighed, sighed at the motionless player, and shook his head.
Harry, Ron, and Neville put on their pajamas and went to bed. Someone-undoubtedly a school elf, put a pan in the bedclothes. Lying on the bed and listening to the sound of the storm outside is very comfortable.
"I might have to work hard for it, you know." Ron's sleepy voice came from the darkness, "If Fred and George find a way...the game...you don't know, do you?"
"But Fanlin's words..."
"Maybe he won't participate, there is nothing to play for him at all." Ron said in a daze.
"But, the Three Witch Fighting Contest..."
"We have to wait for Fred and George to find a way," Ron said. "Over the age limit, maybe the old potion will work."
Ron's potion inspiration suddenly burst, which shocked Harry, but...
But Harry didn't know what potion it was.
"A potion that makes the human body quickly aging, within the duration of its efficacy."
"Will this work?"
"Perhaps... I too... I just heard..." Ron yawned ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Fanlin has not returned.
"Maybe we don't have to wait for him, Hermione has already gone back to the bedroom."
"Maybe she is tired." Harry replied without thinking. "You know, Fanlin slept for a whole day today."
Ron seemed to be asleep, his voice was like a mumbling.
"If not..."
Harry rolled over on the bed, and a series of eye-catching new images surged from his heart... He had fooled the fair referee and convinced him that he was seventeen... He had become the champion of Hogwarts... He stood On the ground, he raised his arms triumphantly to all the teachers and students of the school. They all cheered and screamed... He just won the magic three-player match...
Zhuo's face is very clear in the blurred crowd, his face is full of admiration, and his smile is bright.
Harry smiled happily on his pillow, especially glad that Ron couldn't see the picture he could.