People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 224 Regretful Notice

After Aphrodite's earnest persuasion, Hermione finally decided not to act rashly but to make a plan.

She also started eating normally again.

When Harry asked Aphrodite if she wanted another piece of pudding, all the sweet slices on the table suddenly disappeared.

Dumbledore stood up again and clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the group of young wizards.

The auditorium fell silent, with countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

Dumbledore walked forward with a smile, "I believe everyone is well fed and well drunk. I have a few important announcements to make."

Harry held the last Yorkshire pudding in his hand, scooped a piece with a small spoon and stuffed it into Afro's mouth.

Standing on the high platform, he could see everything below. Dumbledore's smile became even more intense. "I regret to inform you that this year's Quidditch game will be suspended."

Wailing, endless wailing sounded in the hall.

Fred and George opened their mouths in surprise and stared at Dumbledore silently, so surprised that they seemed to be unable to breathe.

Harry was so surprised that he forgot that his fork was still in Afro's mouth, and the sudden force almost pulled her teeth out.

Afro covered her face, silently feeling lucky that Wood had graduated, otherwise the ceiling of the auditorium would have been blown off.

"However..." Dumbledore changed the subject and continued, "This is because we have a major event coming up. I am very pleased to announce to you that this year Hogwarts will -"

A thunderbolt flashed and illuminated the entire auditorium, and then disappeared in an instant. The thunder rumbled as if it fell on everyone's heart, and the door of the auditorium was violently knocked open.

Everyone twisted their bodies and turned around. A man wrapped in a black cloak, leaning on a long cane, walked towards the faculty table with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He took each step with great force, and the hollow sound of his cane echoed throughout the auditorium.

Afro noticed that it was pouring rain outside the window, but the man who had just come in from outside was unusually clean, even his trouser legs were dry.

The man walked all the way to Dumbledore before stopping. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his face with a pale light.

His face was covered with knife marks, but the most frightening thing was his eyes. One eye was small and black, while the other was huge.

The blue eyeballs kept moving.

"Mad-Eye." Fred whispered in Afro's ear.

Harry, who was very close to them, also heard this. He turned and looked at Fred. "Mad-Eye?"

"Mad-Eye used to be an Auror at the Ministry of Magic," said George.

"I heard that he captured many prisoners in Azkaban." Ron also came over and whispered with fear on his face.

Dumbledore shook his hand, said a few words, and turned to the students again and said, "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor--"

"Professor Alistair Moody!"

The young wizards were stunned by the appearance of the new professor. Except for Dumbledore and Hagrid who applauded alone, everyone else looked dazed.

Dumbledore didn't mind. He adjusted his silver beard and continued, "Where were we just talking about-"

"We will be honored to host a very wonderful event this year! It has been a long time since we have had one."

Expectations reached their peak at this moment, and the young wizards no longer cared about the new professor. All of them stared at Dumbledore intently, waiting for his next words.

"I am very pleased to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts!"

"You're kidding!" Fred shouted excitedly, standing up.

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for him to sit down. "There are three schools participating in the competition this time: Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons."

He introduced the history and rules of the Triwizard Tournament in a calm and kind tone.

Fred's face lit up. He hugged Afro and said excitedly in a low voice, "I want to join!"

Not only him, but many students at the long table also wanted to receive such an honor. Everyone was discussing excitedly with their neighbors, and Dumbledore had to raise his voice so that everyone in the hall could hear him.

"But..." He cleared his throat, "In order to ensure your safety, this year's competition will add a rule..."

"That is, only students who are seventeen years old or older are allowed to participate."

As soon as these words were spoken, the auditorium was filled with grief.

Fred and George stretched their bodies and shouted that this was not fair!

Ding!

The system beep sounded again.