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How is this possible?!
Elwyn rubbed his eyes to make sure.
As soon as he lifted his head, he could see Moody standing opposite Dumbledore, and the two of them were whispering something.
However, on the Marauder Map, only Dumbledore could be seen. There was only a small dot of black ink opposite his name.
The Marauder Map had lost its effect. This was the first time Elwyn had encountered such a situation.
The name of the guy who impersonated Mad-eyed Moody could not be tagged.
From the perspective of the "magic of naming", the person must have cast a spell on his name.
Just like what Lord Voldemort had done, every time someone said his name, his location would be sensed.
And the magic that this guy used was to make his name untraceable and unmarked by any magic.
Only the evilest and most powerful dark wizards would use this kind of spell on their names.
It required a lot of magic power and strict casting conditions, and Mad-eyed Moody would never use this kind of dark magic.
If the person impersonating him was Barty Crouch Jr., then Barty's strength was beyond Elwyn's expectations.
He never thought that the other party would be so strong.
Elwyn put away the Marauder Map. The sudden change gave him a bad feeling.
This guy was too strange. He had a faint sense of danger.
Elwyn began to wonder if his plan according to the original plot would have unpredictable variables.
His mind was in a mess, and he could not figure out what was going on.
However, since the other party had sneaked into the school, he would not act rashly before he found a chance to bring Harry out.
He would definitely follow the original plot and make his move at the last moment of the Goblet of Fire.
There was still time. Elwyn decided to find a chance to test the other party.
When the time came, he would decide whether to take action or let nature take its course based on the result.
In the teacher's seat, Dumbledore did not seem to think that the Mad-eyed guy in front of him was an impersonator.
They whispered a few words, and then Dumbledore motioned for him to take an empty seat on his right.
Moody sat down and shook his head.
He shook his long grey hair back from his face, then pulled a plate of sausages over to his mutilated nose and sniffed it.
Then he took a knife out of his pocket, stuck it in the end of a sausage, and began to eat it.
His one good eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue eye was still moving around in its socket.
He sized up the auditorium and the students, and his gaze lingered on Elwyn for a long time.
"Everyone, please allow me to introduce our new teacher for Defense Against Black Magic class." Dumbledore cheerfully broke the silence. "Welcome, Professor Moody," he said to the gaping wizards.
Under normal circumstances, when a new teacher met with everyone, everyone would applaud and welcome him.
But now, apart from Dumbledore and Hagrid, not a single teacher or student was applauding.
Elwyn thought for a moment and followed suit. Their applause echoed in the silent auditorium, sounding lonely.
Hearing the applause, Moody raised his head. Both the real eye and the fake blue eye fell on Elwyn this time.
His mutilated nose twitched slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Elwyn, Dumbledore, and Hagrid clapped a few times, then tactfully put down their hands.
No one else said anything, as if they were all stunned by Moody's strange appearance. They just stared at him.
"Ron, do you remember?" Harry said in a low voice, "This Mad-eyed Moody, the person your father went to help this morning!"
"It must be him," Ron said in a low voice, "the best Auror from the Ministry of Magic."
"What happened to him?" Hermione asked in a low voice, "What's with his face?"
"I don't know, but he looks powerful," Ron answered in a low voice, staring at Moody as if he was fascinated.
Moody seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction. After looking at Elwyn for a while, he continued to eat.
Ignoring the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached into his traveling cloak, took out a curved bottle of wine, and took a big gulp.
When he raised his arm to drink, his cloak, which was dragging on the floor, was pulled up a few inches.
Everyone could clearly see a few inches of carved wooden leg sticking out from under the table, and below it was a claw-shaped foot.
"Alright, let's get back to the topic just now!" Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at the students in front of him with a smile, even though everyone was still staring at Mad-eyed Moody. "In the next few months, we will be honored to host a very exciting event, one that has not been held for many centuries. I am very happy to announce that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year. "
"Oh my god, did I hear that right?"
"You must be joking!"
The tense atmosphere that had been enveloping the auditorium since Moody entered the door was suddenly broken.
Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore also chuckled in appreciation.
The students who were born in wizarding families more or less knew about the Triwizard Tournament. It was part of the stories they had heard since they were young.
For the young wizards in school, it was the highest honor.
The students who were born in Muggle also hurriedly asked around, and after knowing what the Triwizard Tournament was about, they all exclaimed in surprise and then excitedly discussed it.
"Yes, some of you still don't know what this tournament is about, so I hope those who know the situation can forgive me for explaining a little here, and I will allow them to think for a while." Dumbledore said with a smile, "As we all know, the Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition between the three biggest magic schools in Europe, Hogwarts, Bubbarton and Durmstrand. It is a very good platform to show off, and it helps young wizards from different countries to build friendships. It used to be a tradition in the past, but later, there were too many deaths, so the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued."
"Deaths?" Hermione whispered, looking at Dumbledore in shock. "The book didn't say this."
But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as she was, and many of them were excitedly whispering to each other.
Everyone was eager to hear the specific details of the Triwizard Tournament, and it seemed that they were not interested in the people who died hundreds of years ago.
"Over the centuries, people have tried to revive the tournament several times," continued Dumbledore, "but none of them were successful. However, the International Magic Cooperation Department and the Magic Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. This summer, we have done a lot of work to ensure that every warrior's life is not in danger. "
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