The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

One of his eyes was small, black and shiny; the other eye was big, round like a coin, and it was a bright blue. The blue eye kept moving without blinking, turning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the normal eye—later, the blue eye turned over and got into the person’s head. Everyone can only see a big white eyeball.

The stranger walked over to Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand, and that hand was as scarred as his face. Dumbledore shook his hand, whispered something, and motioned the man to sit in an empty seat to his right.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts class teacher," Dumbledore broke his silence happily, "Professor Moody."

Normally, when the new teacher meets with everyone, everyone will applaud and welcome, but now, apart from Dumbledore and Hagrid, no teacher or student applauds. Dumbledore and Hagrid slapped a few chins, and noticed that the applause echoed lonely in the silent auditorium, so he put down his hands with interest. The others seemed to be stunned by Moody's weird appearance, just staring at him intently.

Moody's seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction. He ignored the large can of pumpkin juice in front of him, but reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved wine bottle, and took a big 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 were exposed under the table with a claw-shaped foot underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I just said," he said, smiling at the many students in front of him-the students were still staring at Mad-Eye Moody. "In the next few months, we will be very honored Hosting 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."

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"The Triwizard Tournament was founded more than 700 years ago. It is a kind of friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Boothbatten and Demster. Lang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic projects. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years and the three schools take turns to host it. Everyone agrees that this is young wizards from different countries. A great way to build friendship-but later, the death toll was so high that the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"The number of deaths?" Hermione whispered beside Ye Ting, and looked around in amazement.

But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as her, and many people whispered in excitement.

"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to restore the championship," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them were successful. However, the Department of International Magic Cooperation and Magic Sports of the Ministry of Magic believes that we should try again. The time is ripe. We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that every warrior does not endanger his life."

"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 are most eligible to participate in the competition. The top three cups, to win honors for their school, and individuals can also receive a thousand gallons of prize money."

"I want to participate!" Fred Weasley said in a low voice over the table, and his face was full of excitement at the thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and wealth.

It seems that he is not the only one who fantasizes about becoming a Hogwarts warrior like him. At every college desk, there were people watching Dumbledore enthusiastically, or whispering excitedly to the neighbors.

But Dumbledore spoke again, and the auditorium became quiet again.

"I know that you are all eager to win the Triwizard Trophy for Hogwarts," he said. "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there should be an age limit for this year's competitors. Only those who are over seventeen. Only students aged seventeen years or older are allowed to sign up for consideration. We feel,"

——Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, because some people protested in anger after hearing his words, and the Weasley twin brothers suddenly became angry—"This measure is very necessary because of the competition. The project is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many preventive measures we take, students under the sixth and seventh grades will never be able to deal with it. I will guarantee that no student under age will deceive our fair referees to become Hogwar. Warrior of Cinz."

His blue eyes flashed meaningfully when he glanced over the rebellious faces of Fred and George, "So, if you are under seventeen, I beg you not to waste time applying."

"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 will all behave well. Warm and friendly, and once the warrior of Hogwarts is finally selected, you will support him or her wholeheartedly. Okay, it's not early now. It is very important for you to walk into class tomorrow morning with energy and clarity. Go Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. In the dining room, the ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sounded like a crack, and the students stood up one after another, flocked to the two opposite doors, entered the foyer, and returned to the lounge.

Due to his outstanding performance, coupled with the achievement of the Quidditch World Cup champion, Zhang Qiu was selected as Ravenclaw's new female prefect, and he and another boy took the young men back to Ravenclaw's tower.

Before going to bed, Hermione found Ye Ting in the common room.

"I have decided," she said with her head held up, looking at Ye Ting, confidently, "I want to participate in this Triwizard Tournament."

"Really?" Ye Ting looked at her amusedly, "but you are only fourteen years old this year, and you haven't met Professor Dumbledore's requirements."

"There will always be a way," Hermione said. "Although I don't know who the fair referee who judges the Warriors will be? But I don't think it will be Dumbledore. I think a drop or two of ageing agents will work. NS."

"But Dumbledore knows that you are not old enough." Ye Ting reminded.

"Yeah, but he doesn't decide who is a Warrior, right?" Hermione said cleverly. "It seems to me that this referee, as long as he knows who wants to participate, chooses the best from each school. Yes, he doesn't care how old they are. Dumbledore wants to prevent us from signing up."

"You have some truth," Ye Ting smiled and asked suddenly, "What if I personally compete with you for the Warriors?"

Hermione was stunned by this, she obviously hadn't considered the situation.

However, if Ye Ting also participates in the selection of the Warriors, then it is clear that among the students of Hogwarts, he is the only one who can win in the end-even including the professors, no one can be stronger than him.

However, Hermione just thought about it for a second and then laughed: "Oh, come on, I don’t know you yet? A competition like the Triwizard Tournament, you will definitely comment, “It’s so boring, like a little The children play house.' Then refused to participate, didn't they?"

"You are right, Hermione." Ye Ting looked at the girl meaningfully, "No one knows me better than you."

The words were ambiguous, and Hermione's face flushed immediately.

"That... of course," the little girl insisted on proudly, "so you might as well think of a way for me so that I can participate in it."

It seems that the success of the duel contest really made the little girl more confident.

"But a lot of people died in this match, didn't they?" Ye Ting reminded again.

"Yeah," Hermione said nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, right? And, if it's really dangerous, I can transform into Animagus, I think. Mostly. There is no danger of hurting a dragon, right."

"That's right."

"What's the name!" Hermione gently stab Ye Ting's stomach with her elbow, "Humph! These are not like what you would say just now. If you had them, they would definitely encourage me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Yes, isn't it? You just said that on purpose, right?"

"You found out," Ye Ting pretended to rub his stomach, and said with a wry smile, "I just think it's strange that you are suddenly so active. After all, this is a violation of Dumbledore's regulations."

"Of course I know," Hermione pouted, proud, "but even if I don't mention it myself, someone will take the initiative to mention it, right? It's like someone encouraged me to participate in a duel match."

"I..." Ye Ting was a little speechless, because he was neither a girl's teacher nor a girl's parent. He himself did not urge the girls to study hard and participate in various activities.

After a long time, he suffocated a sentence, "I just hope you can have a goal and a chance to practice."

"Of course I know you are good for me, and I also know you... to me..." The girl suddenly kissed him, "Anyway, don't worry, I will try to get the first place this time."

Hermione, who was bold for a while, immediately returned to the lounge.

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The next morning, the storm ceased, but there was still a gloomy mist on the ceiling of the auditorium.

When Ye Ting was eating breakfast, a large group of thick blue-gray clouds were rolling over his head.

However, before he had eaten much, Ye Ting realized that there were a lot of people looking for him today.

First is Roger in seventh grade, then Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory and the Gryffindor twins.

The first two are obviously here to investigate the enemy's situation.

"I heard from the girls this morning," Roger asked mysteriously, "You are not going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, are you?"

"Yes, I'm not old enough." Ye Ting casually said.

"Oh, I don't think age can stop our genius at all," Roger didn't believe this at all. "Everyone thinks that you must have a hundred ways to get around the age limit."

At this time, Diggory also came over.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, "What am I missing?"

Diggory and Roger are old rivals, and they have a good relationship.

"We just said that Ting is not going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament due to his age," Roger pouted, "This is a ridiculous reason."

"Okay, okay," Ye Ting shrugged helplessly, "My real reason is that the Triwizard Tournament is really no challenge for me, and it has no meaning at all. This is the reason why I don't participate."