Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 853: The vest fell off


The Thestral carriage stopped in front of the castle's oak gate. Fred, George, and Lee Jordan got out of the carriage. They held up their umbrellas with their wands to block the rain over their heads, and looked at the group with interest. The students hurried to the stone steps in the heavy rain.

Albert picked up a Hufflepuff girl who had accidentally fallen to the ground and walked into the castle with Shanna, who was waiting for him.

"I read the newspaper that something happened to the World Cup." Shanna frowned as she looked at the students who were pushing each other forward and screaming.

"Something bad did happen." Albert picked up his wand and tapped the water bomb that Peeves threw, turning it into a deflated balloon, "Okay Peeves, don't Make trouble here."

"Nosy brat!" Peeves gave Albert a rude gesture, giggled, and from there he took out two water bombs and threw them at the most crowded places Go, and then fly away with a screeching giggle.

"Peeves is still so bad." Shanna watched Peeves leave and shouted to the students who were drenched in soup, "Enter the auditorium, don't crowd here."

"How did you do it?" a boy couldn't help asking.

"What to do to make Peeves obey?"

Albert glanced sideways at the boy with light brown hair and a strong Irish accent.

As we all know, Peeves doesn't like anyone except Barrow and Dumbledore.

"I can't make Peeves obey." Albert shook his head and said, "Come in, the sorting ceremony should begin soon."

The auditorium is still the same as before. The school has been specially decorated for the banquet for the new semester.

The college table is already full of chattering students, and Fred, George and Lee Jordan have reserved an empty seat for him. The Weasley twins were chatting with Angelina and Arya about the Quidditch World Cup final when Albert and Shanna passed by.

"I'm starving." Li Jordan grabbed his knife and fork and looked eagerly at the golden dish in front of him, "I really hope they will have the sorting ceremony soon."

"I was nearby at the time." Arya said gloomily about the night of the World Cup riots: "Those hooded, masked evil guys took control of four poor Muggles, set fires everywhere, The tents in the area are all set on fire, I really don't know what the Ministry of Magic is doing, and they don't plan to pay for the financial damage at all. My dad was so angry that he sent Fudge a roaring letter, he thought it was a mistake by the Ministry, There were Ministry of Magic officials around and no one stopped the riot at all."

"I know a little about this," George shared what he knew, "Percy told me that many wizards lied about their loss of property, trying to get money from the Ministry of Magic, and after registering Afterwards, the Ministry of Magic found that it needed to pay a large sum of Galleons, and decided not to make any..."

George's voice was muffled by the sound of thunder outside the castle, and a forked lightning flashed across the ceiling above everyone's heads.

At the entrance of the auditorium, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the auditorium. When they were crossing the lake, they were drenched in the heavy rain and were shaking all over. The famous freshman looks different from the others, wearing Hagrid's moleskin coat and looking excited, as if he had just won a Quidditch match.

The freshmen stared blankly at the worn wizard hat on the three-sided stool in front of them.

The moment the Sorting Hat started to sing, the freshmen were stunned, and the original auditorium gradually quieted down.

After an unheard song of the Sorting Hat ends, the familiar Sorting Ceremony officially begins.

It was a very boring ritual, and as a prefect, Albert needed to take the time to remember the new members of Gryffindor House.

However, the previous boy in the sea grid cape brought something new to Albert, who was telling people about how he was rescued by a giant squid after falling into a lake.

"It seems that our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't come to school yet." George touched Albert with his arm and pointed to the vacant seat on the teacher's seat.

"Maybe, I'm late for something."

"Who knows what grades the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor will need in the advanced class?" Shanna was a little depressed, her Defence Against the Dark Arts score only got a good one.

"As long as most courses are good, they are allowed to go to advanced classes." Angelina comforted, "Thanks to Albert for giving us make-up classes last semester, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor found that a group of people reached the top of the class. You will be amazed if you improve your class.”

"I hope to have a great professor. What you can learn in this course depends entirely on the teaching level of the professor." Arya believes that everyone's poor level of Defense Against the Dark Arts is entirely the problem of the professor. With stuff like Lockhart, I don't think it doesn't matter if I go to a higher class."

"Don't worry, this semester's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is a powerful character. It is said that he is a retired Auror." Li Jordan, who was eating chicken legs, happily shared the good news with everyone.

"What courses are you planning to take?" Shanna asked Albert, who was buried in his food.

"The first five courses, as well as ancient rune and arithmetic divination." Albert swallowed the pork chop in his mouth and said after taking a sip of the drink.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you for winning two world awards." Angelina raised the goblet to Albert.

"And a Merlin 3rd Class." Shanna also raised her goblet.

"You've already won four heavyweight championships." Arya also raised the goblet to Albert, "Maybe, you can win another Triwizard Tournament championship. ."

"I can guarantee that Albert is definitely the genius in the history of Hogwarts who can reach that kind of height before graduation." Fred and George also raised their goblets. "You deserve to be recorded in Hogwarts: A School History."

"Respect our genius." Lee Jordan said with a smile.

At this moment, there was a deafening sound of thunder outside, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.

A strange man appears at the entrance of the auditorium, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

A forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger's cheek. It was a bruised veteran with the scars of war still on his face. He looked particularly hideous, and this man was the most terrifying. It's his eyes.

Yes, prosthetic eyes.

One of the strange man's eyes was fake, and it turned up and down, left and right, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"I suddenly understand why he has the nickname Mad-Eye," Fred muttered softly.

"It's really suitable." Li Jordan nodded in agreement, "Maybe, we can learn a lot of useful knowledge this semester."

"What do you think?"

George is asking if Mad-Eye Moody is fake.

"I don't know, but it should be a magic eye with special effects." Albert looked at Moody with interest, thinking about how to use the magic eye technology to study, that kind of seeing through disguise , invisibility, hidden magic and weird perspective techniques are actually useful. "

The others seemed to be stunned by the appearance of the strange man, all staring at him intently.

Moody seemed unmoved by everyone's reaction, walked directly to Dumbledore, shook hands with him like an old friend, the two whispered a few words, and sat down at Dumbledore's signal. in the empty seat to his right.

Dumbledore happily introduced the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but almost no one in the auditorium except him and Hay, applauded the new professor.

Moody paid no attention to this, pulled a plate of sausages and ate it with the knife in his pocket, as if the tableware had been smeared with poison.

Years of Auror habit had made Moody instinctively scrutinize the students in the auditorium with his magical eyes.

"What do you think he's drinking?"

Albert watched Moody take out a curved wine bottle from his travel cloak, and when he took a sip, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Definitely not pumpkin juice," Fred speculates.

"I don't think it's pumpkin juice either." George immediately echoed.

"Of course it's not pumpkin juice." Li Jordan exchanged glances with friends around him, and they all felt that Moody was indeed suspicious.

If you don't know it and think it's normal to have alcohol in it, but the four of them are suspicious of Moody's identity, then the curved bottle might not be alcohol.

"What are you talking about?" Angelina was baffled by the words of the four.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile, "I want to announce a few announcements."

No one really cares, the notice is basically the same every year: Filch's banned items. Everyone is forbidden to enter the forbidden forest. Students under the third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade Village. "

"I also regret to inform you that the House Cup Quidditch will not be held this year." Dumbledore waited for the noise to calm down and continued, "I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament The game will be held at Hogwarts this year. Headmasters Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to select warriors will take place on Halloween."

After hearing that "In addition to winning honors for my school, I can also get a thousand Galleons." After that, many students lit up and wrote "I want to participate" all over their faces.

After all, who would give up honor and wealth?

There were whispers in the auditorium, and countless students fantasized about becoming Hogwarts warriors.

"I know you're all eager to win the Triwizard trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "We've done a lot this summer to make sure that no one of our warriors lives is in danger. However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of seventeen will be allowed to enter. Because the competition project is still difficult and dangerous, no matter how much precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh years. I can handle it."

Some people protested angrily after hearing Dumbledore's words.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, however, fought to keep themselves from laughing. They all felt that those who protested in anger were stupid.

"What's wrong with you?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"My stomach hurts."

"Warrior, there is only one!" Arya said meaningfully.

"Cough cough." Albert told Arya to shut up and don't attract firepower to himself.

They understand.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has no problem with his mind, he will definitely make Albert a warrior.

Who can beat Albert?

"A delegation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us." Dumbledore had to lift his voice, "I know foreign dignitaries. During your stay here, you will all be warm and friendly and support the warriors of Hogwarts wholeheartedly."

"I know you're all eager to win the Triwizard trophy for Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "We've done a lot this summer to make sure that no one of our warriors lives is in danger. However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that only students over the age of seventeen will be allowed to enter. Because the competition project is still difficult and dangerous, no matter how much precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh years. I can handle it."

Some people protested angrily after hearing Dumbledore's words.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, however, fought to keep themselves from laughing. They all felt that those who protested in anger were stupid.

"What's wrong with you?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"My stomach hurts."

"Warrior, there is only one!" Arya said meaningfully.

"Cough cough." Albert told Arya to shut up and don't attract firepower to himself.

They understand.

Yes, there is only one warrior. As long as Dumbledore has no problem with his mind, he will definitely make Albert a warrior.

Who can beat Albert?

"A delegation from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us." Dumbledore had to lift his voice, "I know foreign dignitaries. During your stay here, you will all be warm and friendly and support the warriors of Hogwarts wholeheartedly."

Dumbledore ended the dinner with a loud and controversial noise, sending all the students back to sleep.

"Actually, I think their quarrel is pointless." Professor McGonagall shook his head after the students left.

"I think so too, the warrior at Hogwarts must be Albert." Hagrid said firmly.

"Looks like our school's warriors have been selected." Moody raised his eyebrows slightly when he was talking to Dumbledore.

"Honestly, I'm a little concerned that other schools will ask ~IndoMTL.com~ to ban Mr. Anderson from the competition on the grounds that Albert is this year's Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal winner for Excellent Spellcasting." Professor Livy also felt that Albert's participation in the Triwizard Tournament was indeed a bit of a bully.

"Mr. Anderson is also a student of Hogwarts, and it makes perfect sense for him to become a warrior to participate in the competition." Professor Sprout suddenly looked forward to how other schools would react.

Listening to the professors' views on this matter, Barty Jr suddenly felt that the situation was a little bad.

However, it is even worse.

"That guy is an absolute fake."

In Albert's dorm room, the foursome are discussing the authenticity of Moody's, and what's in the curved wine bottle is definitely a compound potion.

"What purpose do you think the other party has come to school disguised as Moody." Fred was the first to ask the question.

"His target may be Harry."

"Why?"

"Everything you can't think of, it makes sense to push it somewhere, like the other party actually came to murder Harry," Fred said.

"Murder Harry? That's absolutely the stupidest way."

"Albert, what do you think."

"I don't know, but it's probably related to Harry," said Albert, "if Moody's is true."

"Can it be predicted?"

No.

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