“The principals of four magic schools and carefully screened competitors will arrive in October, and the selection ceremony of the Warriors will be held on Halloween.”

“In addition to winning honors for the school, the winner can also receive a prize of one thousand gallons.”

"But only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many preventive measures we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grade to deal with it."

"The delegation will spend most of this school year with us. I hope you will be warm and friendly. For this reason, we have specially prepared some exchange activities..."

Dumbledore ended the dinner amid controversial noises, with the students complaining about the so-called age limit.

"Are we just watching?" Ron stepped on the steps hard and walked towards the common room.

Hermione said seriously: "This is to protect us and avoid being in danger because of recklessness and arrogance. You should know that the reason why the past tournament was suspended was because many people died-"

Ron didn't listen at all and muttered in a low voice: "That's a thousand gallons." He looked at Fred and George, who were walking ahead of them, discussing whether the age enhancer worked.

"I think one or two drops are enough. We are not a few months away from adulthood, George..." Fred thought seriously.

Ron said sourly: "There is half a year left, but I hope they can succeed," he turned his head and asked Harry: "What do you think? If Fred and George did it, I mean, I don't know if we have learned enough..."

Harry shook his head and threw away all the brilliant scenes in his mind. He could no longer help but fantasize that he had deceived the principal's age limit and won the championship in the championship. He raised the trophy amid the cheers and screams of the crowd...

"Yes, I think it's almost interesting, too." Ron misunderstood Harry's head, thinking he was answering his question. He turned his fingers: "Although we have duel classes, self-study groups and magic literature clubs, but..."

He said with some frustration: "Unless Professor Hayp teaches us a powerful ancient magic privately, he will still be unable to compete with the students in the sixth and seventh grades. He can't expect to use lighting to blind his opponent's eyes."

In this discussion about the championship, although Ron talked the most, he was more like asking for it and not getting it. He knew in his heart that there was little chance of being selected, but his words silenced Harry and Hermione on the side.

Harry thought of the scene where Professor Hayp used continuous phantom shifts in front of him twice. One was in the second-year Forbidden Forest. They suspected that the new Professor Hayp was related to the secret room, so they followed up and discovered the scene where the professor practiced magic. Although it was shocking at the time, Harry almost forgot about the past so long; the other was in the Quidditch World Cup, which was recently, and it was a real actual combat. Professor Hayp used continuous phantom shifts to play with hundreds of troubled wizards, and their eyes could not keep up with his movements!

‘What if I could do the same thing? I was not bad at all. Just talking about the disarm curse, no one in the school could surpass me, and coupled with the continuous phantom movement…’ Harry’s heart became hot.

Hermione thought of the ancient magic that the professor taught her during the summer vacation. The golden flames jumped at her fingertips, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a sea of ​​fire... Of course, that was the effect the professor demonstrated to her, and she hadn't learned it yet.

Hermione patted her head. What was she thinking, she would not try to break the age limit.

On the other side, in the auditorium, the professors stayed.

Dumbledore spoke to Moody, and Moody replied in a rough voice, loud voice: "Yes, Arthur and the others came in time. They got up early and scared away the sneak attacker!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise: "You were attacked this morning?" She suddenly thought that Moody had been in trouble since retirement, and often suspected that a dark wizard had assassinated him. Even if someone walked with him for a while, he would suddenly pull out his wand and press it against the other party, and loudly question why he was following him.

This happened not once or twice, and for this reason Moody had to live in a remote place, and seemed to be a Muggle community.

At this moment, McGonagall doubted whether he was too sensitive.

"How could there be a fake!" Moody yelled, "A group of despicable villains want to sneak attack while I'm sleeping soundly, but who am I? Beware of it early, but those scum is indeed not weak. They blocked me at home. As a last resort, I had to blow up two trash cans to attract attention."

He said in a thick voice, his fake eyes rolling in his eye sockets, making people feel sore, and few professors looked at him directly.

"Do you see who it is, Alasto?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"No, I'm old, Albus." Moody patted his prosthetic leg and said unwillingly: "If it were a few years in the morning..."

His eyes finally closed in one place, looking at Felix, calmed down: "I can only make suggestions now and use past experience to decorate the storefront."

Felix looked back calmly, comforting his irritable sniff. He met Moody for the first time today, and had only heard of this famous and well-known name before.

It can be said that Alasto Moody has fulfilled most of Bati Crouch's reputation. He was once Crouch's sharpest sword, the best in the history of the Ministry of Magic, a master who specializes in the capture of black wizards. Half of Azkaban's cell was filled with him.

Just like the psychological shadow he left on many dark wizards, he also left a strong personal mark in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic.

However, after experiencing a lot of dangers, he began to be a little paranoid and even overly delusional, but this still did not prevent him from becoming an idol in the minds of Aurors, the entire Ministry of Magic. If compared, his status was equivalent to that of Dorothea Poham, the former dean of St. Mungo.

Of course, with his rude, irritable and unscrupulous personality, he did offend many people, making it difficult for him to stay in the Ministry of Magic and hold a management position.

Strong, brave, tried and tested, now becoming sensitive and paranoid, and a little nervous...

This is the image of Moody, the "crazy-eyed man" that Felix sensed after a brief contact. It is said that he also has a catchphrase-

"Keep alert at any time!" Moody suddenly yelled, scaring the others. But he himself walked around the auditorium like nothing was wrong.

Felix looked at Dumbledore: "Principal, you just said that you have prepared some exchange activities?"

"Ah, that's it." Dumbledore listened quietly. C seemed to finally come back to his senses at this moment. His happy eyes swept across everyone: "This is also the reason why I leave you."

He nodded slightly and thought for a moment, saying, "Ifamoni and Vagado are both participating in the championship for the first time, which makes... they are like young people and more passionate. They are not satisfied with the fact that for nearly a year, just for the competition, the principal of Ifamoni hopes that students from different schools can have closer contact."

“Exchange student?”

"It's very close, Felix." Dumbledore nodded, "but this time it's one-sided. They hope to attend Hogwarts' classes, and other than that-" he said with a smile: "I think they're still trying to compete with the students of Hogwarts."

The professors looked at each other, meaning that their classrooms should be open to students from other schools?

As the vice-president, Professor McGonagall thought more. She pursed her lips, her eyebrows frowned, and said seriously: "Dumbledore, what you said about a contest is not--this is a provocation!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his silver-white beard trembled, "There are many places that can be compared, not just force, but the worst option." He smiled and said, "I am still welcome to this, so that the students can see the outside world and increase their knowledge."

"I remember, seven or eight years ago, we had contact with the Castrobshe Magic School. At that time, many students on both sides had established deep friendships. Felix, should you have some impression?" he asked with a smile.

Felix curled his lips, "I don't have a pen pal from Brazil."

...

After the professors dispersed, Felix and Snape walked out of the auditorium. Snape's face was gloomy, "You have to be careful of that guy, don't be targeted by him."

"You mean Professor Moody?" Felix asked curiously: "He looks pretty decent-"

"That's a madman. He can chant evil curses at you at any time because of unreasonable doubts." Snape said coldly, "He has never come out! He still treats every day as a war!"

"I don't understand why Dumbledore brought him in, even if there is another Lockhart, he is better than him."

Snape waved his sleeves and strode away.

Felix stared at Snape's back. Moody was limping forward further away. Snape was faster, but they did not meet. In the foyer, Snape turned into the ground, while Moody staggered upstairs.

When he raised his arm, besides the curved wine bottle around his waist, Felix also noticed that half of his magic wand was exposed in his sleeve, tied to his arm.

"Are you always vigilant? It's really a practice."

...

The next day.
Chapter completed!