Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 630, Section 628: Geller Green

"The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, with the three schools taking turns hosting it."

Everyone agreed that this was an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to forge friendships—but later, the death toll became too high, and the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued.

Dumbledore continued.

"The death toll?"

Hermione was startled.

But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as she was; many were even excitedly whispering to each other.

The wizards were eager to hear the specific details of the Triwizard Tournament; they were not interested in those who had died more than a hundred years ago.

"For centuries, there have been several attempts to revive the tournament."

Dumbledore continued, "But none of them have been successful. However, our Department of International Magical Cooperation and Department of Magical Sports in the Ministry of Magic believe that the time is ripe to try again."

This summer we did a lot of work to ensure that every warrior was safe from danger.

At the end of September, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors to the selection ceremony for the warriors, which will take place in early October.

Finally, an impartial referee will determine which students are most qualified to compete for the Triwizard Tournament, bringing honor to their schools and earning a prize of 1,000 Galleons.

"One thousand Galleons"

"My brother told me about it during summer vacation, I never thought it was true," "And there's an honor, this is the highest honor."

"The warrior will definitely be Gryffindor!"

"Come on, you bunch of brainless idiots."

The auditorium immediately erupted in chaos.

The Gryffindors were the noisiest, and the Ravenclaws weren't much better.

But while Gryffindor and Slytherin had already begun attacking each other over their chosen candidates, the Ravenclaws quietly turned their attention to a certain young wizard.

At the other long tables, some people were staring fervently at Dumbledore, or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.

But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Hall fell silent once more.

"I know you all yearn to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy for Hogwarts,"

He said, "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that a limit should be set for this year's competitors."

Hmm, a reasonable limit. A test—"

"What kind of test?"

Hermione couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"I don't think it'll be a group of professors coming on stage together and beating everyone up, with the first one to wake up going on stage."

Michael said this with an air of seriousness.

As the wizards whispered among themselves, a hooded man entered the hall.

This was the second person to enter the hall, and the wizards immediately fell silent.

"Welcome, welcome to our new professor, um, Professor Geller Green, who will be teaching you the basics of dark magic in the new school year."

"If any of you want to become warriors and participate in the final selection, then you must obtain that pass from Professor Geller Green and Professor Moody."

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people gasped in surprise at his words. "This selection is necessary because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous, and no matter how many precautions we take, most students simply cannot handle it."

I personally guarantee that no one will be able to participate in the final selection and become a Hogwarts champion before obtaining their pass.

His gaze swept over Sheen, a meaningful glint in his blue eyes.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the academic year with us."

I know that you will all be warm and friendly during our stay here, and that once the champion of Hogwarts is finally chosen, you will all wholeheartedly support him or her.

Alright, it's getting late, and it's very important that you all be refreshed and clear-headed when you enter the classroom tomorrow morning.

Go to bed! Hurry up!

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody.

The auditorium was filled with the sounds of clicking and ping-pong balls hitting the table as students stood up and rushed towards a double door, entering the foyer.

"Geller Green!"

Fred exclaimed, "How strange! I only recognize one great Green in this castle!"

His words drew many people's attention to the black-haired wizard, but Sheehan remained expressionless, as if the presence of Grimm in the professor's team had nothing to do with him.

"If Mr. Green doesn't know Professor Green, I'll eat this table!"

"Ha! Then I'll eat this trash can!"

A young wizard walked past Sheehan, talking as he passed by. Hermione and Justin were completely dumbfounded.

Who is Geller Green?

What is his relationship with Sheen?

If he had that kind of relationship with Sheehan, then Professor McGonagall—

Hermione was lost in thought when she nearly bumped into a suit of armor, but luckily Sheehan pulled her back.

But she was still in shock and didn't seem to have recovered.

After the doorway parted, Justin quietly emerged from the shadows. His arrival caused Hermione's expression to suddenly become agitated: "I understand what's going on, don't you understand? He's an outsider!"

Hermione said, clenching her fist.

"What?"

Justin was puzzled.

"How can you be so stupid!"

Hermione hesitated, seemingly finding it difficult to speak, "He abandoned us himself, but now he's come back to us. We have to do something—"

Justin understood, yet it seemed he didn't quite.

He considered that possibility, but would reality really be that magical?

Ravenclaw common room.

The warmth of the fire spread slowly. Sheen pushed open the door, ignoring his friends' strange behavior.

Or perhaps, he's overthinking things.

"Can this really be considered hiding it?"

Sheen thought to himself silently.

Geller Green, Gellert Grindelwald.

Any wizard with a modicum of intelligence could have thought of this; at least Hermione did.

She was so surprised, even uneasy—

The storm gradually subsided, leaving only the patter of rain outside the window.

Sheen took out his magic mirror, and the chibi versions of Sirius and Lupin were silent, indicating that they hadn't communicated with Sheen for a long time since the Quidditch World Cup incident.

The talisman trembled slightly, and a faint mist floated around the ancient stone slab.

Sheen knew that the empty rune was about to be restored.

And when he visits the two gentlemen on the weekend, he may be able to weave a dream.

This won't be the last dream, but Sheen knows it will be the dream that leads to legend.