Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Dumbledore and Hagrid only applauded the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hermione followed her hand.

Ron and Harry sitting next to her turned their heads in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione said strangely. “Why look at me?”

“You don’t think… um… is his appearance terrifying?” Ron swallowed.

“Oh-yes,” Hermione ordered nodded. “To be honest, it’s a bit… but, haven’t you had a bit of memory yet?”

“What?” Harry and Ron asked in confusion.

“Marx tells us three times and four times with her own actions, that nothing can be seen only on the surface!” Hermione said in a serious way, with a little bit of gnashing teeth in her tone.

“Well… you mean, maybe this new horror professor is a good person?” Harry looked at Moody who was eating sausage, and he really couldn’t build any good feelings.

“I mean, don’t judge easily until you have the real evidence!” Hermione said stop-spoken, showing full doubt about Harry’s understanding ability.

Moody, who is in the center of sight, seems to be indifferent to everyone’s cold reaction.

He ignored the large can of pumpkin juice in front of him, but reached into his travel cloak and took out a hipflask and took a swig. When he raised his arm and drank, the cloak he had dragged on the ground was picked up a few inches, and he saw a few legs of wood carvings under the table, and a claw-shaped foot below.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

“As I said,” he said with a smile at the many students in front of him. “In the next few months, we will be very honored to host a very exciting event that has been around for more than a century. Not organized. I am very happy to tell you that this year, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts.”

“You are joking!” Fred De Weasley loudly said.

The tension that has been shrouded in the auditorium since Moody entered the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed and urged Blido to smile with appreciation.

“I’m not kidding, Mr. Weasley,” he said. “But since you mentioned joking, I heard a very interesting what a joke, a Troll, a female Yaksha and a Leprechaun. They all entered. The same pub ……”

Professor McGonagall coughed loudly.

“Hey – it doesn’t seem to be right now… it’s not suitable…” Dumbledore smiled. “Where did I say that? Ah, yes, Triwizard Tournament… Some of you don’t know this yet. What is going on in the game, so I hope that people who understand the situation can forgive me for a little explanation here. I allow their thoughts to be a little short…”

The Triwizard Tournament was founded more than 700 years ago and is a friendship competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe.

The three schools are Hogwarts in Britain, Beauxbatons in France and the mysterious Durmstrang in France.

According to the rules of the past, each school should choose a champion, and then three champions will try three magic projects.

Originally, the Triwizard Tournament was held every five years, and the organizers were rotated by three schools. Everyone agrees that this is one of the best ways to build friendship between young wizards in different countries.

“…but then there were too many deaths and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted.”

“The number of deaths?” Hermione whispered, looking around in horror.

But most of the students in the auditorium are not as nervous as she is, and many people are excited to whisper. Even Harry and Ron seem to be a fascinating look.

“For centuries, people have tried several times to resume the hegemony,” Dumbledore continued. “But none of them succeeded. But this year, I and Mr. Bagman, Director of the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports, think again. The time has come to mature. We have had a lot of communication with the Department of International Magical Cooperation and have actively contributed to this grand event.”

“In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the champion’s ceremony will be held on Halloween. A fair referee will decide which students are best qualified to compete for the Triwizard Cup for their own The school wins honors, and even individuals can get a thousand Galleon bonuses.”

Having said that, Dumbledore paused added a tone: “And in order to make this event even more exciting, this Triwizard Cup itself has been replaced with a special magic item. If anyone wins the final Victory, that magic item will be owned by him personally!”

“As for what is it, please allow me to sell it first… When the game starts, everyone will know what it is.”

At the thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and wealth, everyone was excited to shine, which is an opportunity to become a real champion of Hogwarts.

At the front of each house’s desk, the young wizards watched Dumbledore enthusiastically or whispered with the neighbors excitedly.

But at this moment, Dumbledore spoke again. This time, his words made everyone unable to bear an angry protest.

Dumbledore proposed an age limit.

Only 17 years of age – that is, students over the age of 17 are allowed to register.

“The delegations of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us. I know that when our foreign guests stay here, you will be warm and friendly, and Hogwarts Once you finally choose, you will support ‘he’ or ‘her’ in wholeheartedly.”

“Okay, it’s not too late, it’s very important for you to go full of energy tomorrow morning and go to bed. Go to bed! Hurry!”

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. The students stood up, and with their faces, they flocked to the two opposing doors and walked to the common room of their respective houses.

……

It has been a few days since Marx came to Durmstrang, but he has been swaying all over the campus except for the time of class.

In fact, what he has to do to Durmstrang this time is very simple, that is, two words – high-profile! And some of the rules here have found him the most appropriate way.

“I heard that you are the most powerful duel of Durmstrang?” Marx swayed his entire body parts so that he showed the most ridiculous gesture. “Little devil, dare to fight with me?” ”

A bite of a countryman’s accent is lazy and arrogant, and with his “I am provoking you, dissatisfied with the duel”, it really makes the other person annoyed at once.

But when the senior student came back with anger, he suddenly fell.

“You think – hey, no… I am not terrible, not at all.”

Marx squinted and licked his neck, looking up and down at him, and finally staggered away in a suffocating position.

If people are not fooled, what can he do? Can’t you drag someone else’s duel like a dementor?

A few times, Marx has eaten his own flaws. Since there is no way to find someone to “take a shelf” to get credits, then he can only move more brains and take a few more detours.

Early the next morning, Marx posted such a notice on the bulletin board in the school hall:

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Senior seniors who are not good at dueling, and lower grade students who are not proficient in duel spells:

In order to prevent everyone from gaining credits because of their weak duel ability, I will provide you with additional training guidance for dueling, and when you need it, help protect you from being harassed by malicious duels.

To this end, I hereby create a Duelling Club and give it a resounding and warm name. Our Duelling Club is called “Unite! We are not pacifists.”

Come join us! I am here waiting for you!

Note: If you want to join, please go to the open space in front of the school to register members during the break.

Your friend, Marx McLorne

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Soon, just getting out of bed and washing up, the students who were planning to go to the auditorium for breakfast were all around the bulletin board. Everyone couldn’t help but whisper.

A strange notice, a strange organization, plus a more strange name, this always makes people feel far away from the idea. But on this notice, Marx deliberately bolded the “free training for everyone to provide extra training guidance”, but everyone can not help but heart.

Under the word of mouth of Durmstrang students, even those who don’t know have already known Marx’s publicity in the World Cup final.

Almost everyone is thinking: If you let him guide, will he become as powerful as that?

Not long after, except for some students who didn’t dare to get close to Marx, other young wizards flocked to the door of the castle.

Just on the open space on the side of the gate, Marx sat there. In front of him, there was a small, simple table with a stack of parchment.

“Are everyone coming to the Duelling Club?” Marx saw that a large part of these people are new students.

When asked by Marx, the young wizards immediately made a big splash.

“That’s all about registering! Let’s line up the team, come over and get the registration form, and then return it to me after you fill it out…”

“By the way, after everyone has registered, the club will immediately start the first official event! Please be prepared – unite! We are not pacifists!”