The days at Hogwarts

"He's so excited! I really hope he gets sorted into Gryffindor! Will you pray for him, Harry?"

"Uh... ok, ok."

"..."

Listening to the Boy Who Lived communicating with fans, Loren and Hermione next to them did not dare to say a word, silently weakening their sense of presence.

They quickly found Dennis, the smallest boy among the freshmen standing in a row.

While other freshmen were anxiously waiting for sorting, he was the only one looking around restlessly. He had gray-brown hair and was wrapped in Hagrid's moleskin coat. His little face stuck out from his collar, looking excited. Deadly.

When he met Colin's eyes, he gave two thumbs up and shouted: "I fell into the lake! I fell into the lake!"

"..."

Loren didn't have a third eye and couldn't predict, but he didn't have to guess. This Dennis Creevey would definitely be assigned to Gryffindor.

"Owen Caldwell!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Dennis Creevey!"

"Gryffindor!"

Dennis Creevey's face glowed with joy. He took off his hat and slapped it on the stool. He couldn't wait to run towards his brother and shouted in a high voice: "Colin! I fell into the lake! It's so wonderful." ! Something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back into the boat!"

"That's probably a giant squid, Dennis, that's so cool!"

Colin hugged his brother and cheered for a long time: "Dennis Dennis! Do you see that boy? The one with black hair and glasses, do you see it? Do you know who he is, Dennis?"

Listening to Colin's eager introduction, the shoulders of the little wizards around him couldn't help shaking. Only Harry silently turned his eyes away and stared at the Sorting Hat with unprecedented concentration.

Loren turned around and asked softly: "Why don't you smile? Are you born not to laugh?"

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched and his face turned a little dark.

……

Cups and plates were interlaced, porcelain and silverware collided with each other, and the banquet was at its most wonderful moment.

Listening to the noise coming from the Gryffindor long table, Theodore Nott chuckled and nudged the person next to him with his elbow: "Draco, help me get the marmalade."

Draco glanced at him lazily, put down his knife and fork silently, and moved the marmalade beside him.

Theodore Nott didn't care about his indifference. He spread the marmalade on the bread slices slowly and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'm sorry to ask, during the Quidditch World Cup." Are your family present?”

"Yes." Draco replied calmly, "The most luxurious tent in the middle of the camp belongs to the Malfoy family."

"Did anyone in your family participate in the parade?"

Theodore Nott paused for a moment, probably feeling that this question was really offensive, so he confided first, "My father participated in the parade, and he was just unpetrified from St. Mungo's a few days ago, because of the mark of the dark devil on his body. , paid a fine of five hundred galleons.”

"For your family, this money should be nothing."

"It's nothing now, but..." Theodore Nott pursed his lips together, looked at Draco, and suddenly changed the subject, "Have you heard about what happened in New York?"

"A werewolf or the International Confederation of Wizards?"

"It's the werewolf inferi." Theodore Nott put a small piece of steak into his mouth, combing his words while chewing, "The turmoil in Hogwarts in recent years, the chaos in Diagon Alley, the werewolves in New York Incidents, the Dark Mark of the World Cup...don’t you think it’s getting weirder and weirder in recent years?”

Draco looked at him with a strange look: "Do you believe Dumbledore's warning?"

"I don't know..." Theodore Nott shook his head, "But I know if this continues, it might not just be a matter of five hundred galleons."

He looked directly at Draco: "So I want to know if anyone in your family participated in the parade."

Draco didn't understand why he was obsessed with this topic, but he still replied: "No, we will leave after the game."

Theodore Nott suddenly laughed: "We can be friends, right, Draco?"

"friend?"

"Friends like you and Loren Morgan."

Rumble!

Forked lightning split the black and purple clouds, and thunder exploded simultaneously inside and outside the castle, instantly silencing the auditorium.

The door of the auditorium was slammed open, and a man on crutches walked in. His gray hair fell on his black traveling cloak. With every step he took, a hollow voice echoed in the auditorium.

The little wizards who saw his face clearly took a breath. Every inch of the skin on his face was scarred, his mouth was like a big crooked hole, his nose seemed to have been cut open, and the place where the bulge should have been disappeared. , and what’s even more frightening is that one of his eyes is normal, but the other is a bright blue ball protruding out, moving up, down, left, and right.

The lame man spoke a few words to Dumbledore and then sat down. He shook his head and shook his long gray hair away from his face. Then he pulled a plate of sausages, raised it to his incomplete nose and smelled it. He took a knife from his pocket, poked the sausage and ate it.

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

Every little wizard who was stared at by that eye felt a sense of fear in his heart.

"Mad-Eye Moody," Hermione whispered under her breath.

Dumbledore stood up and said in a cheerful tone: "Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher - Professor Moody!"

"..."

Only Dumbledore and Hagrid gave sporadic applause. The little wizards were all attracted by Moody's strange appearance. They were frightened and curious. They stared at him intently, and quickly lowered their heads when the eye glanced at him.

Dumbledore was not surprised and looked at everyone with a smile:

“Now that we are all fed and drunk, I must again ask for your attention that I have a few announcements to make.

"Mr. Filch, the administrator, would like me to tell you that this year, several more items are prohibited in the castle...

"I would also like to inform you with great regret that the House Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year. A large-scale event will begin in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy, but I believe that You'll all have a lot of fun doing it.

"I am very pleased to announce that the Quad Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

Chapter 440 About the Basilisk

It was only time for dessert, and the little wizards had forgotten all the new things of the summer vacation. The news of the Goblet of Fire Tournament became their hottest topic.

"The Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago and was held every five years. At one time, only three schools, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, participated, so it was called the Triwizard Tournament... "

"Each school selects a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic projects... At first, people thought this was an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to establish friendship. Later..."

"What happened next?"

"Then the death toll was too many, and the competition was interrupted."

"what……"

Until the banquet ended and the prefects of each college led them back to the lounge, the young wizards were still chattering about the competition.

As soon as Fred stepped onto the third floor, the magic staircase made a roar and changed direction, but he didn't care at all, his face lit up with excitement: "George, you heard it...if you win the competition, you will get a thousand plus Long, rent the shop at No. 93 Diagon Alley, and the remaining money can be used to purchase a warehouse of raw materials."

"And these beautiful visions..." George looked at him with the same excitement, his face flushed with excitement, "They are only one or two drops of age-enhancing agent away from us!"

There are more than one person like him who fantasizes about becoming a Hogwarts warrior. In the ranks of every college, you can see little wizards with enthusiastic or excited expressions. They can't help but whisper to the people around them along the way.

"I want to participate too!" Ron had a dazed look on his face, "That's a thousand galleons, a thousand galleons..."

"That's the mortality rate due to the hundreds of years of suspension." Loren said quietly from the side.

A tangled look appeared on Ron's face: "I want a thousand galleons bonus, but I don't want the mortality rate."

Harry couldn't help but laugh: "Then go to bed early, you will have everything in your dreams."

"There is also the Mirror of Erised. You can borrow it from Professor Dumbledore so you can see it during the day," Hermione added.

"Can't you say something nice, even if it's just to comfort me." Ron looked at his damaged friends resentfully, "And that kind of mortality happened many years ago, right? And if there is no risk at all, , how can you gain fame, what’s the fun in it?”

"Seriously, it would be great if we could be selected as a warrior to participate!" Ron said more and more enthusiastically, turning his head in an attempt to gain some support, "Neville, Seamus, if we can deceive Dumbledore, you guys Want to participate?"

Neville, who was looking down at the steps, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. After thinking about it seriously, he refused: "I definitely didn't learn enough. If it was a year ago, my grandma probably wanted me to participate. She always said that I should maintain The honor of the family, but now she—"

The stairs under his feet suddenly opened up a step, and Neville, who had been prepared for it, stopped his falling steps with a proud smile on his face.

Ron shook his head and turned to look to the other side: "Where are you, Seamus?"

Seamus and Dean's little heads were close together, and they were whispering something with mysterious expressions.

Loren and the others looked at each other and walked forward together with gentle steps.

"Have you seen his nose, and those eyes..." Simo's suppressed voice contained uncontrollable excitement, "It's so weird, so weird!"

Dean couldn't help but nod, with a smile on his lips: "There is no weirder person in Hogwarts than him, and I have never seen a weirder wizard than him. If there is a problem, there must be a problem!"

The two reached a consensus and looked at each other with determination.

Seamus nodded seriously: "The era of Harry Potter and Loren Morgan has passed. The warriors of Gryffindor must belong to Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas!"

Dean scratched his head in confusion: "Why not Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan."

"It does not matter."

Several people eavesdropping behind:...

"If you are talking about the new Professor Moody..." Hermione's faint voice startled the two of them, "Then you can give up. You might as well focus on the competition."

"Why?" Simo's face was full of dissatisfaction.

It doesn't matter that last year's Professor Lupine was a good person. At least Professor Luping looked kind and kind. This year's Professor Moody doesn't look like a good person.

"Because Moody is the greatest Auror in the past fifty years. He has been fighting dark wizards his whole life. He filled half of the prisons in Azkaban." Hermione paused, "The most important thing is Yes, he is Dumbledore's good friend."

Seamus and Dean opened their mouths, and their shoulders gradually dropped, as if they had suffered a huge blow.

Loren took a deep look at Hermione: "You are right, but before being exposed, Gilderoy Lockhart was a legendary adventurer, a famous writer, a third-level medalist of the Order of Merlin, and a member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance. Honorary member, five-time winner of Wizarding Weekly’s Most Charming Smile..."

Ignoring a certain little witch gritting her teeth in anger next to her, Loren put her arms around Seamus and Dean's shoulders, shook them, and said with a smile: "It's not a bad thing to be vigilant!"

Seamus and Dean nodded heavily.

Walking through the magic stairs, saying the password to the fat lady who had been away for two months, climbing through the portrait hole, walking up the spiral staircase back to their respective dormitories, the four-poster bed hung with crimson curtains, the hot long The charcoal stove has been placed in the middle of the quilt.

Putting on pajamas and lying on the bed, the raging storm outside the window made the warm bedroom even more comfortable.

"Sigh..." Loren lay on the quilt and stretched his lower back hard. He was a little sore after sitting in the car all day. "It would be better if I didn't have class tomorrow."

The candlelight was dim, and Ron muttered drowsily: "I still want to participate, maybe George and Fred can find a way... to participate in the competition... no one can say, right?"

"not sure……"

In Harry's mind, he imagined becoming a warrior and winning the tournament...

"Hehe..." Harry turned over, buried his face in the pillow and smiled.

Just like the excited hearts of the little wizards, the storm gradually subsided until dawn.

In September 1994, Hogwarts ushered in a new school year

……

The next morning, the storm subsided, but there was still a gloomy mist on the dome of the auditorium, and large blue-grey clouds made a muffled sound as they rolled.

The little wizards have received the course schedule for this semester and are chatting while eating breakfast.

"The Herbology class is with the Hufflepuff students, and the Care of Magical Creatures class is with Slytherin..." Hermione ran her fingers through the class schedule in turn, turned her head and bit the jam-smeared bread handed over by Loren. He hesitated and said, "Are you really not going to drop out of the divination class and take ancient runes with me?"

"I think the divination class is pretty good." Loren leisurely put fried eggs and bacon into slices of bread, folded them into a simple sandwich, and bit off half of them in one bite.

Chewing a salty sandwich, Loren glanced at the guest of honor seat. Most of the faculty seats were empty. Only Professors Flitwick, Sprout and Hagrid were enjoying breakfast and saying a few words from time to time.

Looking at the class schedule again, there was no Defense Against the Dark Arts class until Thursday. What a pity. He wanted to take a closer look at Professor "Moody".

"Monday's class was really good..." Ron's cheeks puffed up like a hamster as he ate, "We were outdoors all morning, and in the afternoon we had a relaxing divination class... I really hope to hear her death prophecy now... …”

"Why?" Harry looked at him puzzled.

"You don't understand this..." Ron raised his chin proudly, "Because there is a risk of death in the competition. If she predicts death for me, it means that I have a chance to participate in the competition!"

At the same table, a few seats away from them, George, Fred, and Lee Jordan were discussing some magical way to make themselves older so that they could sneak through and compete in the tournament.

……

The first period in the morning was herbal medicine class. The vegetable field was still damp after the rain. Loren and the others walked through the muddy path to Greenhouse No. 3. Professor Sprout hadn’t opened the door yet, and the open space in front of the door was full of people. The little wizard who cleans shoes.

Loren looked down and saw that their trouser legs were also stained with mud.

"Good morning, Loren, Hermione, Harry, Ron..." Rolf tapped his wand at the feet of several people, and the mud spots slid down like quicksand, not even leaving an khaki vague mark. Looks very skilled.

Loren and Hermione blinked, recalling the spell just now, which was like a cleaning spell, but different and highly targeted.

Ron greeted him warmly: "Good morning, Rolf, how was your summer vacation?"

"not too good……"