For the rest of the journey, Malfoy was very nervous. He was worried that Allen would be angry because he took the initiative to find trouble with Ron and Harry.
When they changed into their school uniforms, he was silent. When the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade station, he looked at Allen's face nervously.
The door opened and thunder rumbled in the air. The young wizards got off the train and squinted their eyes in the pouring rain. The rain was heavy and heavy, as if buckets of cold water were poured on their heads.
In the cold wind and rain, they were all shivering like quails.
Alan pulled back Hermione, who had wrapped her cloak around Crook Mountain and wanted to rush down. "I'll take you straight back to the castle."
Allen transformed into a Phoenix. Hermione and Luna put their hands on his back.
Malfoy was envious. He saw the Phoenix staring at him. He said in disbelief, "Allen, you want to take me?"
The Phoenix nodded. Malfoy's face suddenly broke into a big smile. He looked a little silly.
When they arrived at the splendid auditorium, it was empty.
"Maybe we'll have to wait for a long time!" Hermione took out the "Level Four Spells" book and sat next to Allen at the long table in Ravenclaw.
The auditorium was specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester. Hundreds of candles floated in the air above the table, making the gold plates and goblets sparkle.
When Hermione was almost halfway through the book, the four long tables were already filled with chattering students. There was a fifth table at the top of the auditorium. The teachers sat on one side of the table, facing their students.
Hermione got up and returned to the long table in Gryffindor under the envious eyes of the crowd.
In such cold weather, to be brought back to the castle by Allen without having to endure the cold wind, rain, and muddy path was such a blessing!
After witnessing the sorting ceremony, the starving and cold young adepts were finally able to eat their fill. When almost all the food had been swept away, the last crumbs on the plate disappeared, and the plate became clean and shiny again.
At this time, Abusi? Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing of voices in the hall suddenly stopped. Only the whistling of the wind and the beating of the rain could be heard.
"Alright!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we are all full, I have to ask everyone to pay attention again. I have a few announcements to make."
"First of all, I regret to inform you that the School Championship Quidditch will not be held this year."
After a brief exclamation, the auditorium remained astonishingly quiet.
Dumbledore continued, "This is because a large-scale event will start in October and will last for the whole school year. It will take up a lot of the teachers' time and energy, but I believe that you will all find great pleasure in it. I am very pleased to announce that this year in Hogwarts — "
At this moment, there was a deafening clap of thunder, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.
A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the stranger. Suddenly, a forked bolt of lightning streaked across the ceiling, illuminating the stranger. He took off his hood, shook out his long grey hair, and began to walk towards the teachers' table.
Every inch of his face seemed to be scarred. His mouth was like a large, crooked mouth, and his nose was missing where it should have been. The most frightening thing about this man was his eyes.
One of his eyes was very small, black, and shiny; the other was very large, round, like a coin, and of a bright blue color. The blue eye went round and round without blinking, up and down, left and right, and had nothing to do with the normal eye -- at last, the blue eye rolled up, and went into the man's head.
"Moody." Even though he had never met him before, Allen immediately recognized his identity with that demonic eye alone.
"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against Black Magic teacher," Dumbledore happily introduced, "Professor Moody."
However, none of the teachers or students applauded. Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped a few times, but found that the sound of the applause seemed lonely in the silent auditorium, so they tactfully put down their hands. Everyone else seemed to be stunned by Moody's strange appearance and could only stare at him without blinking.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I just said," he said with a smile, looking at the many students in front of him, who were still staring blankly at Mad Eye Moody, "in the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very wonderful event, which has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Tournament of the Top Three will be held in Hogwarts this year. "
The hall instantly became noisy. At every table of the academy, there were people who were either staring at Dumbledore feverishly or whispering excitedly to their neighbors.
But Dumbledore spoke again, and the auditorium quieted down again.
"I know you are all eager to win the Tournament of the Top Three trophy for Hogwarts," he said, "but the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to set an age limit for this year's competitors. Only students over this age limit are allowed to sign up for consideration. "Dumbledore used magic to draw a number in the air.
Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, and his tone was extremely serious.
"This measure is necessary because the Tournament of the Top Three is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth or seventh grade to deal with it. I will join forces with the principals of Boothbottom and Demstrand to set up enough restrictions on the basis of the existing measures to prevent underage students from deceiving our fair judges and becoming the Warriors of the Tournament of the Top Three. "
From afar, Allen and Dumbledore's eyes met. Dumbledore had no intention of looking away. "Therefore, if you are underage, I beg you not to waste your time applying."
"Next, there is another piece of good news." Dumbledore's eyes looked at the long table of Ravenclaw. "Ravenclaw's Allen? Harris not only shone in the Quidditch World Cup and won glory for his country, but that night, he used his Animagus to save many injured Aura. In view of his extraordinary efforts and achievements, he was awarded the Second Class Medal of the Sir Merlin Legion. I am very honored to have been authorized to personally present the award to Mr. Harris. "
Warm applause rang out in the auditorium. Under the envious gazes of the young wizards, Allen received the golden medal with a purple ribbon from Dumbledore's hands.
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