Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 197 This chapter is a transition, which is duplicated with the original work and can be skipped.

  Finally, after waiting for a long time, the highlight came.

Professor McGonagall led a long row of first-year students to the top of the auditorium. The state of these first-year students looked worse than those of the seniors. They seemed to have been soaked in water. Most of them shivered, cold and nervous.

  At this time, Professor McGonagall carried a three-legged stool on the ground in front of the freshmen, and put a ragged, dirty, patched wizard hat on the stool.

  The first-year freshmen stared at it stunnedly, all eyes were on the sorting cap.

  In the silence, a mouth-like crack suddenly opened near the brim of the sorting hat, and then it suddenly sang:

  That was more than a thousand years ago,

  I have just been woven into shape,

  There are four famous wizards,

  Their names have been passed down to this day:

  The brave Gryffindor, from a barren swamp,

  Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside,

  The benevolent Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

  The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

  They share a dream, a wish,

  At the same time, there is a bold plan,

  To cultivate young wizards into talents,

  Hogwarts School was founded like this.

  These four great wizards

  Everyone builds their own college,

  They are on the students they teach

  The talents valued vary.

  Gryffindor believes that the bravest man

   should receive the highest reward;

  Ravenclaw thinks that the smartest mind

   is always the most promising;

  Hufflepuff feels that the most diligent

  Is the most qualified to enter the college;

Slytherin who desires power

  I like most ambitious teenagers.

  The four great wizards were alive

  Personally selected the proud disciples,

   But when they sleep in Jiuquan,

  How to select talents among students?

  Gryffindor came up with a way,

  He took me off his head,

  The Big Four have infused me with thoughts,

  From then on, I will select and evaluate!

  Okay, buckle me on my head,

  I’ve never seen it,

  I want to take a look at your mind,

  Determine which college you belong to!

  Just like in the first grade, the Sorting Hat prepared a new song. After it was sung, there was warm applause in the auditorium.

  In any case, the singing of the Sorting Hat is much better than Hogwarts' school song, and it changes every year.

  In front of the faculty chair, Professor McGonagall unrolled a large roll of parchment.

   "Whoever I call by name puts his hat on his head and sits on the stool." She said to the group of first-year students: "Stuart Ackley!"

  A boy stepped forward, and he was sitting on a stool trembling all over.

   "Ravenclaw!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

   "Malcolm Baddock!"

   "Slytherin!"

  Jemini applauded politely.

  One freshman after another was assigned to various colleges, Jemini looked at the sorting cap with eyesight, hoping to hear him call Azkaban.

  But, unfortunately, no.

  After the last child named Kevin Whitt was assigned to Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony ended.

  Dumbledore stood up, he smiled and looked at the students below, opened his arms, and made a welcome gesture: "I only have two words to tell you! Eat!"

"Yeah!"

  The voices of Harry and Ron came from the long table of Gryffindor. They were like hyenas who had been hungry for a few days, and they started a frantic raid as soon as the food appeared.

  Jemini eats very conscientiously. He always has snacks in his storage space, so he doesn’t have to worry about being hungry.

  Perhaps because it is cold and hungry, today’s students eat very fast, and within a short time, even the desserts are wiped out.

  When the plates were clean again, Dumbledore stood up again, the buzzing in the hall ceased, and only the whistling of the wind and the beating of heavy rain outside the window could be heard.

   "Okay!" Dumbledore smiled and looked at the students below: "Now that we are all fed and drunk, I must ask everyone to pay attention again. I want to announce a few notices."

"The administrator, Mr. Filch, wants me to tell you that several items have been added to the forbidden items in the castle this year. They are screaming swimming balls, spike flying saucers and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about four hundred and thirty. Seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch’s office. Those who are interested can check it."

  Dumbledore said, his mouth twitched a few times, and he seemed a little speechless, and he wanted to laugh.

Then he continued: "As before, I want to remind everyone that the forbidden forest over the venue is not accessible to students, and in Hogsmeade Village, students below the third grade are not allowed to patronize, and I am very sorry. Let me tell everyone that the Academy Cup Quidditch will not be held this year."

   Jemini was not the slightest surprise, and without the players protesting, Dumbledore’s voice sounded again.

"This is because a large-scale event will begin in October and will continue throughout the school year, occupying a lot of time and energy of the teachers-but I believe that you can all have a lot of fun from it. I am very happy to announce to you this year At Hogwarts—"

There was a loud bang.

  The gate of the auditorium was knocked open, interrupting Dumbledore.

A man stood at the door. He was leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Suddenly a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger. He took off his hood and trembled. Out of long gray hair, he started to walk towards the staff desk.

  Jemini knows who he is—Mad-Eye Moody.

  However, it is not yet certain that he is really Mad-Eye Moody.

  His face looked like it was grabbed by Buckbeak a few times. It was distorted and terrifying, and the students around him shrank their necks.

  It wasn't until he reached the faculty chair that Dumbledore broke the silence in the auditorium with a smile: "Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher-Professor Moody."

  No one applauded.

  Only Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped their hands, and the scattered applause seemed a bit bleak in the auditorium of Norwegian University.

  Then they both let go of their hands wisely.

Seeing that no one was interested in Mad Eye Moody, Dumbledore had to change the subject. He cleared his throat: "As I just said-in the next few months, we will be very honored to host an event. A very exciting event. This event has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

There was a burst of discussion below, and Dumbledore continued: “Maybe some of you still don’t know what is going on in this tournament, so I hope those who understand the situation can forgive me for explaining a little bit again. I allow their thoughts to go on a slack for a while."

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

  "Shente, friendship and competition..." Jemini curled his lips and murmured.

In order to allow Jemini to participate, Fudge led a group of Ministry of Magic officials to fight for reasons, so that the group of overseas wizards agreed that students under the age of 17 can participate if they meet the conditions, and what they do is to let students from their own country win. game.

Dumbledore also said on stage: "In October, the principals of Boothbarton and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors to come. The ceremony for selecting the warriors will be held on Halloween. A fair man The referees will determine which students are most qualified to compete for the top three cups, win honors for their schools, and individuals can also receive seven thousand gallons."

  Jemini was surprised for a moment, but considering that he donated 10,000 gallons to the Triwizard Tournament, it seems not surprising that he can come up with 7,000 gallons of bonus.

  Very good, the money should also be returned to my pocket.

   "I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore finally said that the students don’t like to hear: “However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have always believed that there must be an age limit for this year’s competitors, and only those who are seventeen years old—that is, seventeen. Only students over the age of-are allowed to sign up for consideration. We think..."

  Dumbledore could not finish his words, and a strong protest sounded below.

  "This measure is very necessary, because the competition project is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many preventive measures we take, it is impossible for students below grade six or seven to deal with it..."

   "The most powerful student in our school is only fourteen years old now!" Qiu Zhang shouted, and then she blinked in the direction of Gemini.

  Jemini grinned, Shirley glanced at Qiu Zhang, then with a small smile at the corner of her mouth, she put her hand around Gemini's arm.

  Qiu·Zhang:! ! !

"Of course—" Dumbledore blinked: "Considering that some exceptionally good students have a very strong power before the age of seventeen, students under the age of seventeen can get at least three students. If the dean signs, he has the qualifications to participate in the selection."

The protests below    stopped.

  　Today is the second more 嘤嘤嗝~

  (End of this chapter)