The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Many students were frightened by Professor Moody's menacing appearance and were full of doubts about his appointment as a professor.

But Moody's didn't care.

He didn't care whether he was popular or not, and continued to observe everyone in the auditorium with his ever-turning magic eye.

"Come on, Alastor, welcome to take a seat."

It wasn't until Dumbledore invited him to sit in the teachers' seat that he limped over to Professor Flitwick.

"Too lax!" he exclaimed loudly, clearly dissatisfied. "Everyone is too lax! Those dark wizards and their king are plotting how to conquer us! They even openly caused a ruckus during the World Cup final!"

Everyone stared at him in astonishment.

Moody continued loudly, "I will teach you how to fight those cunning dark wizards, and more importantly, how to stay vigilant!"

At this point, his Magic Eye glanced towards the Slytherin House table.

"And those little devils hiding, harboring dark thoughts! You'd better watch out, or I'll expose you!"

At this moment, the Slytherins' faces turned extremely ugly, but they dared not speak out against their anger.

"Oh, thank you for your remarks, Professor Moody."

Dumbledore spoke somewhat dryly, then clapped his hands to himself.

This time, only Fred and George, along with a group of Gryffindors, clapped along with him.

Professor Moody nodded almost imperceptibly and finally sat down.

As he sat down, he made eye contact with Scott and grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.

Although he remembered his warning, Scott was not intimidated and nodded politely to him.

Dumbledore's voice continued, "Oh! Next, let us give a warm welcome to Horace Slughorn, who has returned to Hogwarts after many years!"

Upon hearing the name, the Slytherins were initially stunned, but then began to applaud and cheer with the utmost enthusiasm.

Then, Professor Slughorn, dressed very neatly and appropriately, walked out from the aisle on one side of the faculty seating area.

The professor looked like a bald old man who was as fat as a walrus, with bulging eyes and a thick, silver beard like a walrus.

He waved toward Slytherin with a polite smile on his face.

“Professor Slughorn was once my colleague. He is one of the most successful Potions professors in Hogwarts history, and also the most popular Head of Slytherin House! This time, I am honored to invite him to take on these two positions that he is very familiar with after many years!”

applause.

Unlike Moody's cold reception, Professor Slughorn, with his rather amiable demeanor, was much more welcomed.

"Oh, thank you, thank you all, Albus, and my colleagues, and the children!"

Perhaps because Dumbledore's lengthy introduction was so kind, Professor Slughorn puffed out his round belly, and his smile widened.

“I’m honored to be back here after more than a decade to resume my beloved teaching work,” he said happily. “Oh, I can’t wait to meet you all. I think many of you will receive my invitation to join the club I’m starting.”

He then enthusiastically promoted his Slughorn Club and spoke candidly about his philosophy.

In short, he only sees geniuses, celebrities, or students from good backgrounds; mediocre students are not worth his attention.

Although he didn't say it that directly, everyone understood that this was what he meant.

This has made many professors and students unhappy.

The Slytherin students, however, puffed out their chests, as if to say – look, we are the elite that Professor Slughorn spoke of.

“Those Slytherins seem to have gotten something wrong,” Eddie said to Scott and the others. “This Professor Slughorn may only like elites, but he doesn’t just value bloodlines. Oh, Scott, I bet you’ll be invited to join his ‘Slug Club.’”

Scott had anticipated this.

He is now not only known as a genius, but also as a celebrity, which is exactly what Professor Slughorn wants to collect.

That happened more than a thousand years ago.

I have just been woven into shape.

There are four very famous wizards.

Their names have been passed down to this day…

At this moment, the Sorting Hat finally began its annual new song release conference.

"...Alright, now put me properly on your head."

I have never misjudged anything.

I want to see your head.

Determine which college you belong to!

After the song ended, Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the faculty seating area.

After the two new professors made their grand debut, the school division ceremony began.

Applause rang out continuously as students from the four academies welcomed the new students who had joined their respective academies.

After the Sorting Ceremony, Dumbledore stood up again.

"Although I know everyone is starving, I have one more very important thing to announce."

He said loudly.

"The Triwizard Tournament, this ancient competition, has finally been restarted thanks to the efforts of many!"

Are you kidding me?

Is this true?

"At Hogwarts?"

Many people stood up in disbelief and asked Dumbledore loudly.

“It’s a pity,” Dumbledore said. “This event was originally scheduled to be held at Hogwarts, but for some well-known reasons, it was ultimately decided to give the hosting rights to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

"Oh! No!"

"damn it!"

Almost all the students in the auditorium spoke at once, letting out loud sighs.

Immediately afterwards, a chorus of curses erupted.

"It's all that damn thing's fault... and all those damn things..."

"Merlin, we have lost a precious opportunity..."

At this moment, everyone seemed to have lost their fear of Voldemort. Although they did not name him, they all cursed him passionately without any restraint.

Those Slytherin students whose parents were identified as Death Eaters suffered countless scornful looks.

"Please be quiet... please be quiet!"

Dumbledore pressed his hands down and shouted several times before he managed to stop the crowd from becoming enraged.

"Although this competition will not be held at Hogwarts, we will still select a group of the best students as candidates for the ultimate champions to represent Hogwarts in the battle for honor at Beauxbatons!"

"Please register me!"

"Me too!"

Fred and George immediately stood up, raising their hands high and jumping around.

Eddie turned around excitedly, "Oh! Scott! You have to participate! Represent our Ravenclaw team and compete for the championship!"

The others nodded vigorously, looking at Scott with encouraging eyes.

"If possible." Scott smiled helplessly.

“Oh, no need to rush. We will have a series of procedures to select the qualified student representatives,” Dumbledore continued. “We will announce the list in mid-October, and the selected students will depart for Beauxbatons on the last day of October.”

What are the requirements?

Tell us quickly!

Fred and George continued jumping around.

The other students who wanted to participate were also keeping a close eye on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Oh, there's only one condition: we believe the chosen warrior must be at least 17 years old."

"Oh……"

The sound of unanimous sighs rang out again.

"This is not fair!"

Protests immediately followed.

After it was confirmed that Scott was not yet 17 years old, many Ravenclaws protested loudly.

Chapter 450 Methods for Selecting Student Representatives

Faced with the strong protests from the crowd, Dumbledore simply smiled and remained silent.

"quiet!"

Professor McGonagall, with a stern face, tapped the glass with her wand.

"quiet!!"

At the same time, the newly appointed Professor Moody sneered, his azure magic eyes darting around a few times.

The auditorium fell silent instantly.

"what happened?"

Scott heard someone muttering something under their breath, seemingly unaware of what was going on.

To the others, Professor Moody, though sitting there calmly, suddenly exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

Only Scott noticed the change in the magical energy fluctuations around him.

This should be a technique for directly using magic, which can intimidate others.

Of course, it can probably only intimidate those weaker than itself.

But this undoubtedly gave Scott some inspiration.