Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Dumbledore immediately became alert. His gaze towards Ye Feng was filled with vigilance, and he warned Ye Feng with his eyes not to act recklessly. After all, there were teachers and students from other schools present, and if something happened, Hogwarts would lose face big time.

Seeing Dumbledore's expression, Ye Feng gave him a reassuring look. And seeing the expectant faces of the others, especially the students from the two houses, Dumbledore had no choice but to nod and agree to Ye Feng's request.

Seeing Dumbledore nod in agreement, Ye Feng snapped his fingers, and then soothing, gentle instrumental music began to play from all directions of the restaurant. This amazed Dumbledore, and the students from the other two houses stared at him in shock.

The reason they looked at Dumbledore in shock instead of Ye Feng was simple: they all believed that this belonged to Hogwarts, and Ye Feng was merely responsible for releasing it. Therefore, they all looked at Dumbledore instead of Ye Feng.

Of course, after seeing Dumbledore, many people couldn't help but turn around and glance at Ye Feng. After all, someone who dared to speak at this time and get Dumbledore to nod in agreement was definitely not an ordinary student, and might even be their opponent in the Triwizard Tournament.

Seeing Fleur and the others, many people couldn't help but glance at Ye Feng a few more times. Harry and Ron were extremely envious, but they weren't jealous at all, because Ye Feng was the only one in the entire school who dared to speak up in this situation and was able to remain unscathed after speaking.

If it were someone else, let alone pulling this stunt, it would be quite good if they could just speak their minds, considering there are other school principals, professors, and people from the Ministry of Magic above them.

Of course, Ye Feng's purpose in stepping forward at this moment was not just to show Ron and the others how to attract attention; his most important goal was to test his sound system.

As it turns out, Ye Feng's craftsmanship is quite good. Although he hadn't tested it before, the product worked perfectly. Next, he just needs to test the high-frequency response and the stability of long-term operation before he can make a few more.

"From now on, I won't have to keep time for my morning exercises anymore. I can just play the radio calisthenics and follow along. It's a pity that Dumbledore can't use the Mirror of Erised anymore, otherwise I'd think about getting a larger version. Maybe I could even watch a movie every week."

As the soothing music played, everyone unconsciously slowed down their eating pace. However, despite the slower pace, they didn't eat less; in fact, they ate more, because the soothing music made them eat for longer.

As for the lightning and torrential rain overhead, Ye Feng blocked them out because he found the sound too noisy, so there was only the visuals.

Just then, Dumbledore stood up and walked to a brown-gold tower, over a meter tall, to announce the rules of the Triwizard Tournament and to emphasize its danger.

As Dumbledore was saying these things, the side door of the restaurant was opened from the outside, and an old man with a cane and a prosthetic eye walked in.

This man was none other than Moody, known as the Madman, because he was known for his madness in capturing dark wizards; it is said that he captured half of Azkaban's prisoners.

After Moody greeted Dumbledore, the representative from the Ministry of Magic announced the new rules: for safety reasons, students under the age of seventeen were not allowed to register for the Triwizard Tournament.

In fact, the Ministry of Magic is right to do this. After all, the Triwizard Tournament is inherently dangerous, and now Voldemort is suspected of having been resurrected, with his Death Eaters causing trouble everywhere. So it is normal to be cautious.

However, the others didn't care; they thought it was unfair. Unfortunately, their objections were ineffective, and Dumbledore forcefully suppressed the dissenting voices.

Chapter 236 Avada Kedavra

Dumbledore is the absolute authority at Hogwarts, and there is no doubt about this. Once he gets serious, even Ye Feng, who is usually fearless, will have to give him some face. After all, he is now a student of Hogwarts. Playing around is fine, but it can't go too far.

Therefore, when Dumbledore forcefully silenced them, no one in Hogwarts dared to object and say it was unfair. It was at this moment that Dumbledore took out his wand and revealed the Goblet of Fire hidden in the golden tower to them.

The Goblet of Fire, representing the honor of the Triwizard Tournament, doesn't look particularly special; it's just a rather rough brown trophy. However, the blazing, eerie blue flames atop it add a touch of mystery. And Ye Feng…

Ye Feng: (???)

The moment Ye Feng saw the Goblet of Fire, his eyes lit up with a dazzling light that made Dumbledore flinch. This was because when Ye Feng showed that kind of look, it meant he was extremely interested in something, and what he was looking at now was…

Dumbledore: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"The Goblet of Fire!"

"Wait a minute, the others are fine, but this won't do!"

Seeing Ye Feng staring intently at the Goblet of Fire with shining eyes, even Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. With Ye Feng's personality, if you didn't keep an eye on him, the Goblet of Fire might be gone by tomorrow.

If the Goblet of Fire belonged to Hogwarts, it wouldn't be a problem for Ye Feng to study it or even dismantle it. But the problem is that the Goblet of Fire doesn't belong to Hogwarts; it belongs to the Ministry of Magic, and it's an irreplaceable element in the Triwizard Tournament because the participants in the Triwizard Tournament are selected by the Goblet of Fire.

Ignoring the surprised looks from the others, Dumbledore walked directly up to Ye Feng and warned him in a low voice, "You better behave yourself and don't cause any trouble. This thing doesn't belong to Hogwarts."

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Ye Feng wiped away non-existent drool from the corner of his mouth and replied in a low voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what kind of person do you take me for? Am I that kind of person? Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless. At most... at most I'll take a tiny bit of fire from the Goblet of Fire to study. Don't worry, I definitely won't break the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore: ￣へ￣

"I knew this kid was after the Goblet of Fire. Looks like I'll have to be careful and keep a close eye on it. Otherwise, it would be a real mess if the Goblet of Fire disappeared before the three-way tournament was even decided."

Ye Feng:￣へ￣╬

Seeing Dumbledore's wariness of him, Ye Feng was furious. He was such an honest and trustworthy person, yet Dumbledore didn't believe him!

"Hmph~ Since you don't trust me, don't blame me for sneaking in at night!"

That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, a mosquito flew out of Ye Feng's dormitory, went unimpeded to the place where the Goblet of Fire was placed, and landed on the blazing blue flames burning above the Goblet of Fire without stopping.

Logically speaking, a tiny mosquito should be burned to death immediately upon encountering such a raging fire, but this 'mosquito' flew into the flames and was completely unharmed, even slowly turning pale blue before eventually merging entirely into the flames.

About two or three seconds later, the flames burning above the Goblet of Fire suddenly flickered, and the raging fire instantly became flickering. Dumbledore, who was secretly hiding outside the door waiting for Ye Feng to 'deliver himself', was completely unaware of this.

About four or five seconds later, the flame in the Goblet of Fire returned to normal, but if you looked closely, you could see that the flame was slightly weaker than before, as if the fuel was running low.

As the flames were rekindled, a mosquito buzzed out of the window, and as it passed through, it instantly transformed into a moth, fluttering its wings and flying toward the Gryffindor dormitory.

A few minutes later, Ye Feng's night was filled with color.

"This flame is not bad. Although it is not a strange flame, a Dao flame or a Samadhi Flame, it is still much stronger than ordinary mortal flames. It is quite good for refining pills and brewing magic potions."

"Besides that, this thing can also be used as a kindling for fire magic, which can greatly enhance the power of fire magic." As he murmured, the pale blue flame in Ye Feng's hand was like a mischievous sprite, constantly dancing between his slender fingers.

"(_ _)( - . - )(~O~)......( - . - )"

After playing with the pale blue flame in his hand for a while, Ye Feng yawned, waved his hand to dispel the pale blue flame, and then fell asleep. Meanwhile, Dumbledore, hiding in the darkness, was filled with doubt.

"Wait a minute, given your personality, you would never not come. Have you really changed your ways?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I'd rather believe Voldemort has given up his ambition to rule the wizarding world than believe that Ye Feng has changed his ways. He must have realized I was waiting for him, so he's probably hiding somewhere waiting for his chance."

"Let's see who has more patience. I don't believe you can hold back from coming out."

As Dumbledore waited, his upper eyelids slowly began to droop, which made Grindelwald, who was watching from a distance, feel a little sorry for him. But there was nothing he could do, because outwitting Ye Feng was one of the few pleasures Dumbledore had.

"Fine, I'm going back to sleep. Whatever makes you happy."

...

The next day, Dumbledore kept yawning while eating breakfast, while Ye Feng was full of energy and didn't seem to have stayed up all night, which puzzled Dumbledore, who had been keeping watch all night.

"Could it be that this kid really didn't go? Or... has he already succeeded?" Dumbledore was startled by this thought.

If his later guess is true, then Ye Feng is quite astonishing, because he didn't slack off last night, and the fact that he was able to completely evade him, enter the hall, and tamper with the Goblet of Fire without him slacking off proves that... he needs to study harder.

"No, this kid's tricks have gotten even more sophisticated. Looks like I'll have to go to the library and learn more magic. But before that, I need to check on the Goblet of Fire."

As he pondered, Dumbledore approached the Goblet of Fire, but seeing that it remained unchanged, he was once again gripped by self-doubt.

"Could it be that I was really wrong?"

Ye Feng had no idea about Dumbledore's troubles. At the moment, he was taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and unsurprisingly, this year's teacher was a new one, none other than the former Madman Moody.

As for the reason, we have to mention a certain bald guy with no nose who is planning to be resurrected.

“Alastor Moody, a former Auror, dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic, is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore invited me to teach here, that's all, nothing more.”

"Any questions? If not, let's begin the lesson."

"Regarding black magic, I've always advocated for more practice, but first, can you tell me how many kinds of Unforgivable Curses there are?"

Ye Feng: (￣▽￣)／

"Very well, you tell us."

"The Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, and... Avada Kedavra!"

Chapter 237 Unforgivable Curse? Weak

"Avada Kedavra!"

Mad Muto: (?ロ?ノ)ノ

When the incantation "Avada Kedavra" was uttered, the madman Moody jumped three feet high in fright, because a green light bloomed before his eyes as the incantation was recited.

"Oh no! I'm doomed!"

Seeing the green light, the madman Moody's mind was filled with flashbacks, like a slideshow. He never imagined that after a lifetime of hunting down dark wizards, he would ultimately fail at Hogwarts, and by a mere child no less.

"To die by the Avada Kedavra wouldn't be so bad..."

Two or three seconds later...

Moody: "Hmm? [?_??]"

"How come I'm not dead yet?"

After waiting for a while and finding that nothing had changed in front of him, Madman Moody was filled with questions. When he saw the students on the ground looking at him with surprise, a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Ahem, what's your name? Your answer just now was excellent."

"That's right, the three Unforgivable Curses are exactly the three this student just mentioned, but you certainly can't comprehend their terror just by saying so, so..."

As he spoke, Moody picked one out of his pile of various insects and pointed it at him with his wand.

"Grow bigger instantly, soul leaves body!"

With Moody's spell, the tiny worm in his hand, originally only the size of a finger, grew to the size of a palm. And wherever his wand pointed, the worm, now several times larger, would run there, clearly under his control.

"Hahaha...haha...isn't this fun? What should it do next? Jump out the window? Or...drown itself?" As he spoke, Moody controlled the insect to jump onto the bucket and drown itself.

But all living things have a survival instinct, so after the insect jumped onto the top of the bucket, it struggled desperately, its slender legs hooking onto the sides of the bucket and struggling to avoid diving into the water.

"Many wizards claim that they obey the mysterious man because they are under his Imperius Curse, but the question is, how do you know who is lying?"

Ye Feng: (￣▽￣)／

Moody's: Uh (⊙o⊙)…

Seeing Ye Feng raise his hand again, Moody felt a little apprehensive. But after scanning the room, he found that no one else had raised their hand except Ye Feng. So he called on Ye Feng to answer again, even though he hadn't expected anyone to answer.

"Okay, student, you can answer this."

With Moody's permission, Ye Feng replied with a bright smile, "It's actually quite simple to find out who's lying. Just use Legilimency or Truth Potion. If you can't tell with just one, you can use both together."

"If that doesn't work, we can add a Soul-Capturing Talisman. If that still doesn't work, we can use a Soul-Binding Talisman to extract his soul. That way, even if he has a brain-sealing technique, it won't be of any use, because once his soul is extracted, there won't be any brain left."

Moody: Gurgle~

Hearing Ye Feng's words, even Moody couldn't help but swallow hard.

These are words that a fourth-year wizard would never utter. Even many of the Death Eaters he captured and imprisoned in Azkaban wouldn't say such ruthless things. And judging from Ye Feng's expression, he was completely unmoved when he said these words.

"Dumbledore, where did you find this student? This isn't Gryffindor, this is clearly Azkaban!"

Seeing that Moody was staring blankly at him after he finished speaking, Ye Feng's face was full of doubt.

"Professor Moody? Professor Moody!"

"Did I... say something wrong?"