I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 243 Owen: I kicked Dumbledore out of the principal's seat as soon as I jioed.

"It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts"

At this moment, there was a deafening thunder, and the door of the auditorium was knocked open with a bang.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak.

All the little wizards in the auditorium subconsciously turned their heads to look at the stranger. A forked lightning flashed across the ceiling, and everyone gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face extremely vividly, it was a very terrifying face.

Beneath the gray hair, the face seemed to have been carved out of a rotting block of wood by a carver who had only a vague idea of ​​what a face should look like, and was not very good with a carving knife.

Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a big crooked gash, his nose was missing where it should have been, and one of his legs was missing half a foot.

The left hand is also missing.

And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, black, and shiny, while the other was large, round like a coin, and of a vivid bright blue.

The blue eye was constantly moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye.

Later, the blue eye rolled over and got into the man's head, and everyone could only see a big white eye.

"Mad-Eye Moody!" Hannah called out.

"What happened to him? Last year—"

As she spoke, Hannah paused.

Because she suddenly remembered a piece of information published in the Daily Prophet at the end of last semester.

The Ministry of Magic's campaign against the Death Eaters has been victorious.

They managed to drive all Dark wizards out of England or capture them outright.

She had never imagined what a bloody battle it would be, and now, through Moody's missing hand, she had a glimpse.

Involuntarily, the little witch trembled slightly.

She looked at Owen unconsciously, her eyes were a little erratic.

Moody walked over to Dumbledore.He held out a hand, which was also scarred like his face.

Dumbledore shook hands with him and whispered something.

It seems to be asking Moody about something.

Moody shook his head without smiling and answered in a lowered voice.

Dumbledore nodded in response, motioning for him to take an empty seat to his right.

Turning around, he sat down, shaking his head. Shaking his long gray hair away from his face, he pulled a plate of sausages and held it up to his mutilated nose to sniff.He took a small knife out of his pocket, poked it into one end of a sausage, and ate it.

His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue eye was still constantly moving around in its socket, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

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

This time, it's different from the original.

The little wizards burst into warm applause.

There is no denying that Moody is a bit eccentric, whether it's his cautious personality or his mutilated body.

But after the Hogsmeade battle, the little wizard saw the injured Moody being carried into the school infirmary.

Who was he hurt for?
It goes without saying.

The young children still have a sincere heart.

There was thunderous applause, which made Moody's face change slightly. There was calmness in his only eye, and the magic eye no longer looked around.

"Dumbledore personally invited him." Owen explained to the two people on the side: "That is a strong man."

"But he is no longer suitable for the position of Auror. If he continues to work, he will lose his life sooner or later."

"No one can talk to him, not even Barty Crouch." He looked at Moody, who was sitting on the staff. "Dumbledore pulled him out of the Ministry of Magic on the grounds that the little wizard needed some Auror training during the dangerous period."

"Actually, this is also protecting him in disguise."

"Protect him?" Justin asked puzzled.

Owen gave him a blank look. This guy really doesn't read books or newspapers, eats snacks and doesn't sleep. The only magic he learned was Hannah pulling him along, otherwise he wouldn't take the initiative to ask himself to learn magic spells.

"Half of the dark wizards in Azkaban were sent in by him. Do you think those Death Eaters who are still outside will make trouble for it?"

"This..." Justin was silent.

Owen, on the other hand, turned his attention back to Moody.

He watched carefully.

Hope to see something different from Moody.

That's right—the wheel of history has already moved elsewhere, and Owen can't judge whether the person in front of him is the real Moody or someone else pretending to be.

Judging from his short contact, the Moody in front of him is almost the same as the one he knows, but——

After all, Barty Crouch Jr. could fool Dumbledore with his acting skills
Maybe not—but at least he fooled most people, so Owen couldn't be sure who was sitting on the rostrum.

He may be, he may not be, or he may be in a superposition of yes and no, as long as you don't expose him.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic we were talking about!"

While Owen was thinking.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at the many students in front of him with a smile. Although most of the young wizards were still focused on Mad-Eye Moody, "In the next few months of this year, we will be very It is an honor to host a very fantastic event, which has not been held in many centuries. It is with great pleasure that I report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"God, did I hear correctly!"

"You're kidding!" The little wizards erupted in an instant.

Fred and George stood up and questioned Dumbledore loudly.

Maybe Harry didn't know what the Triwizard Tournament was, but the group of young wizards who lived in the wizarding world and had been exposed to it since childhood had all heard of this tournament.

In the past when the three European academies were still in normal contact, the Triwizard Tournament would be held in the three academies in turn every four years.

Known as the highest achievement that a little wizard can achieve.

"I'm not joking, Mr Weasley!" Dumbledore looked at the Twins, "but since you mentioned joking... I did hear a very funny joke about a troll, a hag and a dwarf Damn, they're all in the same tavern."

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall cleared his throat loudly.

"Oh - it's probably inappropriate to say that now. Not appropriate. Dumbledore said, "Where did I just say that? "

"Ah, by the way, the Triwizard Tournament. Yes, some of you don't know what this Tournament is all about, so I hope those who know the situation will forgive me for explaining it a little bit here. Allow their minds to wander for a while."

Then he slowly explained: "As we all know, the Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. It is a very good competition. It once became a tradition to serve as a display platform and help young wizards from different countries establish friendship, but later, the number of deaths was too many, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"Death count?" Hannah's eyelids twitched slightly, and her brows frowned slightly.

She has heard of the game.

It is indeed fraught with danger.

There have even been cases where all the warriors died.

That's why the competition is no longer held.

Death is something very sensitive to her now.

But most of the little wizards didn't show any worries.Many people whispered excitedly.

Everyone is eager to hear the specific details of the Triwizard Tournament, and seems to have no interest in those who died hundreds of years ago.

"There have been several attempts to revive the Tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them have been successful. However, we at the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and Department of Magical Sports believe that the time has come. .We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that no warrior's life is in danger."

Dumbledore's voice wafted over the Great Hall.

The little wizards all showed fascinated expressions, looking forward to it.

But if anyone was different - besides Owen, it was only Hermione.

Miss Granger frowned, looking confused.

She looked at the principal on the podium with a very blank expression.

The reason why she showed such an expression was very simple.

That is - at this time, this so-called 'timing' is definitely not 'mature'.

It is well known that Voldemort has returned.

British wizards were in a panic just a few months ago!
At this time, a competition among the three major wizarding schools in Europe will be held. What if the Death Eaters take the opportunity to attack the castle?

What if Voldemort has some conspiracy?

If wizards from other schools had accidents in Hogwarts, it would be a huge reputational damage to both Hogwarts and the UK!
Hogwarts, famous for thousands of years, may be in a shambles.

She really couldn't understand, why did Principal Dumbledore hold such a grand competition in such a dangerous time period?
Thinking about it, she turned her head unconsciously, her eyes seemed to be attracted by some kind of gravity and fell on the body leaning on the table, resting her cheek with her left hand, with one foot in the stool and the other outside, the whole body The man looked directly at the boy on the rostrum.

The candlelight on the ceiling reflected the profile of the boy.

It added a healthy wheat color to his fair cheeks.

Owen seemed to be aware of that different gaze.

He turned around and met Miss Granger's eyes.

Just for a second.

The other party quickly turned his head and looked away with an unnatural expression.

At this moment—Dumbledore's voice sounded again.

"In October, Beauxbaton School of Magic, Durmstrang School of Magic and Ilvermorny School of Magic, yes, there will be four magic schools participating in this competition. It may become a new tradition in the future, so the name of the Triwizard Tournament may have to be changed, um - the Four Wizard Tournament?

Maybe in the near future more and more magic schools will be involved, um—maybe I should go to South America or Africa or Asia and invite their magic schools to participate, oh—what will it be called in the future?Big Five Tournament?Top six?Top seven?Top eleven?
Hmm - why not call it the World Magic School Competition, it sounds very exciting! "

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall's heavy cough once again interrupted Dumbledore's fantasy.

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore glanced at Professor McGonagall with some complaints, then turned the topic back and continued, "The ceremony to select the warrior will be held on Halloween.

An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Three-Four Cup, win honor for their school, and receive a bonus of three thousand galleons for individuals.

It will be a tremendous honor for individuals, colleges and schools, and I hope you are aware of that. "

"I want to participate!" As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, Owen stood up immediately.

"For the sake of three thousand Galleons -- ah -- bah -- for the honor of Hogwarts, I will go forward indomitably on behalf of the school. Believe me, winning the championship will be easy!"

Originally, after Dumbledore introduced the Tournament, the whispers of the little wizards in the auditorium didn't stop. Everyone was excited to talk to the people around them. Maybe they can also become the warriors representing Hogwarts. ?

But after Owen got up, most of the little wizards stopped making noise.

Everyone looked up at Owen.

Indeed - although that fake Hufflepuff is ruthless, cunning, petty, retributive, perverse, greedy and talkative.

But in terms of dueling level, he was the best in Hogwarts.

After all, this guy can be the subject of Professor Flitwick's dueling practice in the second grade.

A year later, no one knew how far his strength had reached.

Anyway - some little Hufflepuff wizards boasted that Owen was already the strongest wizard in Hogwarts except for Dumbledore.

Now I see Owen in his early days.

Although the other houses except Hufflepuff were a little bit upset, after all, the Hogwarts warriors did not come from their own house, but they had no objection—maybe they dared not.

"I know you—you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts." Dumbledore said calmly, "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that there should be an age for this year's competitors. limit.

Only students who are 17 years of age or older are allowed to enroll for consideration.we think."

He raised his voice, "I hope you understand that this measure is necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students below the sixth and seventh grades to deal with it." Got it.

I will personally assure that no underage student tricks our impartial judges into becoming a Hogwarts champion. "

"And-" As he spoke, his eyes fell from the Gryffindor table to Owen.

His previous words were aimed at ordinary little wizards.

Because he was confident that no little wizard could break through the age detection spell he had set.But Irving is different. He may actually have a way to break through his curse.

"I am here to announce that Mr. Owen Sanchez of Hufflepuff, our Hogwarts Student Union President, will be excluded from this selection, so—" His blue eyes flashed meaningfully, " You should stop trying to apply."

Yes, that's what Dumbledore came up with.

As we all know, the champions of the Tournament are selected like the Goblet of Fire.

And the old headmaster's solution is to directly remove Owen's name from the Goblet of Fire - you are expelled (funny)
In this way, no matter what way Owen thinks up to put his name into the Goblet of Fire, it will not choose Owen.

Because according to the Goblet of Fire, there is no such person in Hogwarts at all!

"I protest!!!"

On Hufflepuff's side, Owen knocked on the long table loudly.

"This is oppression, this is discrimination, this is the rape of little wizards under the age of 17 including me! The professor has no right to make decisions for little wizards." Every time Owen said a word, he would slam his hands on the long table .

Plates and goblets heaved and collided with the table, making noisy, chaotic noises.

He spread his arms, stepped on the chair of the long table, and raised his arms and shouted: "Don't we even have the right to control our own lives?
Does Hogwarts even want to take away this most basic human right?

Can you be more greedy?

Oh—Merlin!

If I was born in chains and grew up in a prison, my hands would be bound by hemp rope and my feet would be bound by iron chains!If we are not born free, then at least we have the right to choose death! "

"You're right!" Fred jumped up, "We want freedom! We don't want shackles!"

George followed suit: "Freedom! No chains!"

"Be free! Don't be in chains!"

The Gryffindors took the lead in making a fuss.

"What is a warrior? It's just a qualification to participate in the competition. Now, I want to use my ability to give young wizards such qualifications." Owen said angrily.

Each of his words was louder than the previous one.

"You can't participate in the game if you are under 17 years old?" He looked now, with heat in his eyes.

His eyes flicked over every professor on the rostrum.

"It's just an outdated and unreasonable rule. I want to challenge such a rule! Maybe this is what I-we should do more now!"

He became more and more excited.

It was as if there were thousands of candles in the auditorium at this moment, and all the lights were on him alone.

The little wizard beside him raised his head and looked at him with admiration and excitement.

And adoration.

"What is dangerous, what is difficult!" Owen looked at the students around him, "They will only be infinitely demanding and exaggerate the mistakes that adult wizards can also make. Blame us for not listening to dissuasion and being blind and reckless.

classmates!
We cannot be manipulated by such morality, nor can we become a tool for them to improve their own virtues.This is often more terrifying than obeying their orders! "

"Unite and fight for your rights! Bravely overcome obstacles and win the crown of being born as a human being.

When the ancient castle of Hogwarts bears the flower of freedom, when the castle is no longer oppressed, when blood and fire turn into a sword and cut off the throne of the evil ruler, the flower of freedom will spread from our tombstone to the The sky cannot be touched. "

　I am so good at writing, hehe!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)