Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 151: Unite! We are not pacifists

When there were only Dumbledore and Hagrid, applauding the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hermione clapped her hands.

Ron and Harry, who were sitting next to her, turned their heads in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Hermione said strangely, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Don't you think... uh... he looks terrible?" Ron hesitated.

"Oh—yes," Hermione nodded, "To be honest, it's kind of...but, don't you have any memories yet?"

"What?" Harry and Ron asked suspiciously.

"Maca has used her actions to tell us time and time again that nothing can be done only on the surface!" Hermione said solemnly, with a bit of gritted teeth in her tone.

"Um...you mean, maybe this horrible new professor is a good person?" Harry looked at Moody, who was eating sausages, and couldn't build a good impression in his heart.

"I mean, don't make judgments unless you have conclusive evidence!" Hermione said word by word, expressing sufficient doubt about Harry's ability to understand.

Moody himself, who was in the center of his sight, seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction.

He ignored the large can of pumpkin juice in front of him, instead he reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved wine bottle and took a sip. When he raised his arm to drink, the cloak he dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and a few inches of wooden prosthetic legs could be seen under the table, with a claw-shaped foot underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I said earlier," he said, smiling at the many students in front of him, "In the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very exciting event that has already It has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that this year, the Triwizard Tournament will be held in Hogwarts."

"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley exclaimed.

The tension that had been covering the auditorium since Moody entered the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and persuaded Brito to laugh slightly with admiration.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a very funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix, and a little demon. , They both entered the same tavern..."

Professor McGonagall coughed loudly.

"Oh-it doesn't seem appropriate to say this right now... It's not appropriate..." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Where did I just say? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... among you Some people still don’t know what the hegemony match is all about, so I hope people who know the situation can forgive me for explaining a little bit here, and I allow their thoughts to go a little bit..."

The Triwizard Tournament was founded more than 700 years ago. It is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe.

The three schools are Hogwarts in the UK, Boothbat in France and Durmstrang in a mysterious location.

According to past rules, each school should select one warrior, and then three warriors will compete in three magic projects.

Originally, the Triwizard Tournament was held every five years, and the three schools took turns as the organizer. Everyone agrees that this is one of the excellent ways for young wizards from different countries to build friendships.

"...But later, the death toll was too much, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"The number of deaths?" Hermione whispered, looking around in amazement.

But most of the students in the auditorium are not as nervous as her, and many people are whispering excitedly. Even Harry and Ron looked very interested.

"For centuries, people have tried several times to restore the championship," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them were successful. But this year, Mr. Bagman and I, the director of the Department of Sports of the Ministry of Magic, think, The time is ripe for another attempt. We have communicated a lot with the International Magic Cooperation Department and actively contributed to this grand event"

"In October, the principals of Boothbatten and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors to come. The ceremony for selecting the warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students have the most Qualify to compete for the top three cups, win honors for your school, and even individuals can get a 1,000 gallon bonus."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused and said with a stronger tone: "And in order to make this event more exciting, this tri-final cup itself has also been replaced with a special magic. Item. If anyone wins the final victory, then this magic item will also belong to him personally!"

"As for what it is, please allow me to sell it first...When the game starts, everyone will know what it is."

Everyone beamed with excitement at the thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and wealth. This was an opportunity to become a true warrior of Hogwarts.

At the desks in each academy, the little wizards either watched Dumbledore enthusiastically or whispered to the neighbors excitedly.

But just then, Dumbledore spoke again. This time, everyone couldn't help making angry protests by his words.

Dumbledore proposed an age limit.

Only students who are over seventeen years old—that is, students over seventeen years old are allowed to sign up.

"The delegation of Boothbatten and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us. I know that when our foreign guests stay here, you They will all be warm and friendly, and once the warriors of Hogwarts are finally selected, you will wholeheartedly support'he' or'her'."

"Okay, it's not early now. It is very important for you to walk into class tomorrow morning with energy and clarity. Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. The students stood up one after another, flocked to the two opposite doors with a face full of unwillingness, and walked to the common room of their college.

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It has been several days since Maca came to Durmstrang, but he has been walking around the campus all the time except for class time.

Actually, what he has to do when he comes to Durmstrang this time is very simple, that is, two words-high profile! And some of the rules here allowed him to find the most suitable way.

"I heard that you are Durmstrand's most powerful duelist?" Maca shakes all the parts of his body so that he can show the most mocking posture, "Boy, dare to fight Do I have a duel? Shall we make gestures?"

A hillbilly accent is lazy and arrogant, coupled with his appearance of "I just provoke you, I will fight if I don't agree", it really makes the other party annoyed all at once.

But when the senior student turned his head back in anger, he suddenly froze.

"You want to-- uh, no... I'm not good, not at all."

Maca stared at him, tilted his neck, looked him up and down, and finally swayed away in an irritating posture.

If people are not fooled, what can he do? Can't you drag people to the duel stage like a dementor?

Several times in a row, Maca ate her own deflation invisibly. Since there is no way to get credits by finding someone to "make an appointment", then he can only use his brain a little more and take a few more detours.

Early the next morning, Maca posted such a notice on the bulletin board in the school lobby:

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Dear senior classmates who are not good at dueling, and junior classmates who have not yet mastered the dueling spell:

In order to prevent everyone from getting credits because of their weak dueling ability, I will provide you with additional training and guidance on dueling skills for free, and when you need it, I will protect everyone from being harassed by malicious duel invitations.

For this reason, I hereby created a duel club and gave it a loud and warm name. Our duel club is called "Unite! We are not pacifists".

Hurry up and join us! I am here waiting for you!

Note: Those who wish to join, please go to the open space in front of the school gate to register as a member during the break.

Your friend, Maca McLean

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Soon, the students who were about to go to the auditorium for breakfast just got up and washed up, gathered in front of the bulletin board, and everyone couldn't help but communicate in a low voice.

A weird notice, a weird organization, and an even weird name will always make people feel far away. But just above this notice, the words "Free additional training and guidance for dueling skills" were specially bolded by Maca, but everyone couldn't help but be moved.

According to the word of mouth from Durmstrang students~IndoMTL.com~ even people who don't know already know about Maca's publicity in the World Cup finals.

Almost everyone is thinking: If you let him instruct, will you become that powerful?

It didn't take long, except for some students who didn't dare to approach Maca at all, all the other little wizards flocked to the gate of the castle.

On the open space on the side of the gate, Maca is sitting there. In front of him, there was a simple small table with a large pile of parchment on it.

"Are everyone here in the duel club?" Maca saw that a large part of these people were freshmen.

When Maca asked, the little wizards immediately nodded.

"Then all register! Everyone line up, come and pick up the registration form, and then return it to me one by one after filling it out..."

"By the way, after everyone has registered, our club will immediately start its first official event! Please be prepared-unite! We are not pacifists!"