Harry Potter's Book of Sin
Chapter 152
When only Dumbledore and Hagrid applauded the new defense against the dark arts teacher, Hermione clapped her hands.
Ron and Harry, who were sitting next to her, turned their heads in surprise.
"What's the matter?" Hermione said strangely. "Why are you looking at me?"
"Don't you think... Um... He looks terrible?" Ron stammered.
"Oh yes," Hermione nodded. "To tell you the truth, it's a little... But haven't you got a long memory?"
"What?" Harry and Ron asked suspiciously.
"Marca has told us three times and four times with her actions that nothing can be seen only on the surface!" Hermione said solemnly, with a bit of gnashing her teeth.
"Well... You mean, maybe this terrible looking new professor is a good man?" Harry looked at Moody, who was eating sausage. He couldn't build a good impression.
"I mean, don't judge easily before you have firm evidence!" Hermione said word by word, fully doubting Harry's understanding.
Moody's himself, in the center of his sight, seemed indifferent to everyone's cold response.
Instead of paying attention to the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, he put his hand into his travel cloak, took out an arc-shaped wine bottle and took a big sip. When he raised his arm to drink, his cloak dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and he could see a few inches of wood carved artificial legs under the table, and a claw shaped foot below.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I just said," he said, smiling at the many students in front of him, "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 this year, the top three competition will be held in Hogwarts."
"You're kidding!" cried Fred Weasley.
The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium since moody entered the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore smiled gently with appreciation.
"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said. "But since you mentioned kidding, I heard a very funny joke about a giant monster, a night fork and a little Banshee. They all went into the same pub..."
Professor McGonagall gave a loud dry cough.
"Oh - it seems inappropriate to say this now... Inappropriate..." Dumbledore smiled, "Where did I just say? Ah, by the way, the top three competition... Some of you don't know what's going on in this competition, so I hope those who know the situation can forgive me for explaining here a little, and I allow their thoughts to wander for a while..."
The top three competition was founded about 700 years ago. It is a friendly competition among the three largest magic schools in Europe.
The three schools are Hogwarts in the UK, busbarton in France and demstrom in a mysterious location.
According to the past rules, each school should choose a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic projects.
Originally, the top three competition was held every five years, and the organizers were held by three schools in turn. Everyone agreed that this was one of the best ways for young wizards from different countries to establish friendship.
"... but later, there were too many deaths, and the top three competition was interrupted."
"Death toll?" whispered Hermione, looking around in amazement.
But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as her. Many people were whispering excitedly. Even Harry and Ron looked very excited.
"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to resume the hegemony competition," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them has been successful. However, this year, Mr. bagman, director of the sports department of the Ministry of magic and I, believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We have made a lot of communication with the Department of International Magic cooperation and actively contributed to this grand event."
"In October, the principals of busbarton and demstrom will lead their carefully selected competitors to come, and the ceremony of selecting warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the top three cup, win honor for their school, and even get a thousand gallons."
At this point, Dumbledore paused and increased his voice: "in order to make this activity more exciting, the top three cup itself has also been replaced with a special magic item. If anyone wins the final victory, this magic item will also belong to him!"
"As for what it is, please allow me to sell it... When the game starts, everyone will know what it is."
At the thought of such honor and wealth, everyone was excited. This was an opportunity to become a real warrior at Hogwarts.
At the table of each college, the little wizards either watched Dumbledore enthusiastically or whispered excitedly with their neighbors.
But just then Dumbledore spoke again. This time, his words made everyone couldn't help but protest angrily.
Dumbledore put forward the age limit.
Only students over the age of 17 - that is, students over the age of 17 are allowed to sign up.
"The delegation of busbarton and demstrom will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will be warm and friendly when our foreign dignitaries stay here, and once the warriors of Hogwarts are finally selected, you will wholeheartedly support 'him' or 'her'."
"Well, it's getting late now. It's very important for you to enter the class with high energy and clear mind tomorrow morning. Go to bed! Hurry up!"
Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to mad eye moody. The students stood up one after another, with a full face of reluctance, rushed to the two opposite doors and walked to the common room of their college.
……
Several days have passed since Maka came to demstrom, but he has been wandering around the campus except for class time.
In fact, what he has to do in this visit to demstrom is very simple, that is, two words - high profile! Some rules here let him find the most appropriate way.
"I hear you are the most powerful Dueler of demstrom?" Marca shook all the parts of her body so that he could show the most mocking attitude. "Kid, dare you duel with me? Let's have a competition?"
A hick accent is lazy and arrogant. Coupled with his appearance of "I'm just provoking you. If you don't accept it, you'll duel", he really annoyed the other party at once.
But when the senior student turned around in anger, he suddenly disappeared.
"You mean -- Uh, no... I'm not good, not at all."
Maka looked at him up and down with empty eyes and crooked neck. Finally, she staggered away in an angry posture.
What can he do if he is not fooled? You can't drag people to the duel platform like a Dementor?
Several times in a row, Maka virtually ate her own flat. Since he can't get credit by asking someone to "make an appointment", he can only use his brain and take a few detours.
The next morning, Maka posted a notice on the bulletin board in the school hall:
——————
Dear senior students who are not good at dueling and junior students who have not yet mastered dueling magic spells:
In order to prevent you from getting credits because of your weak dueling ability, I will provide you with additional training and guidance on dueling skills free of charge, and protect you from malicious dueling invitations when you need it.
Therefore, I hereby establish a duel club and give it a loud and warm name. Our duel club is called "unite! We are not pacifists".
Come and join us! I'm waiting for you here!
Note: if you want to join, please go to the open space in front of the school during the rest time to register.
Your friend, Marca McLean
——————
Soon, the students who had just got up and washed up and were going to the auditorium for breakfast gathered in front of the bulletin board, and everyone couldn't help whispering.
A strange notice, a strange organization, and a more strange name will always keep people away from the idea. But on this notice, the words "provide you with additional training and guidance on dueling skills free of charge" specially thickened by Maka made everyone excited.
By word of mouth among demstrom's students, even those who don't know have already known Maka's publicity deeds in the World Cup final.
Almost everyone is thinking: if you let him guide you, will you become so strong?
Before long, except for some students who didn't dare to approach Maka at all, other little wizards rushed to the gate of the castle.
In the open space on the side of the gate, Maka sat there. In front of him, there was a simple small table with a large pile of parchment.
"Did everyone come to the duel club?" Marca saw that a large part of these people were freshmen.
When Maka asked, the little wizards immediately nodded their heads.
"Then come and register! Everyone line up, come and get the registration form, and then return it to me in turn after filling it out..."
"By the way, after everyone has registered, the club will immediately hold its first formal activity! Please get ready - unite! We are not pacifists!"
Ron and Harry, who were sitting next to her, turned their heads in surprise.
"What's the matter?" Hermione said strangely. "Why are you looking at me?"
"Don't you think... Um... He looks terrible?" Ron stammered.
"Oh yes," Hermione nodded. "To tell you the truth, it's a little... But haven't you got a long memory?"
"What?" Harry and Ron asked suspiciously.
"Marca has told us three times and four times with her actions that nothing can be seen only on the surface!" Hermione said solemnly, with a bit of gnashing her teeth.
"Well... You mean, maybe this terrible looking new professor is a good man?" Harry looked at Moody, who was eating sausage. He couldn't build a good impression.
"I mean, don't judge easily before you have firm evidence!" Hermione said word by word, fully doubting Harry's understanding.
Moody's himself, in the center of his sight, seemed indifferent to everyone's cold response.
Instead of paying attention to the large jar of pumpkin juice in front of him, he put his hand into his travel cloak, took out an arc-shaped wine bottle and took a big sip. When he raised his arm to drink, his cloak dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and he could see a few inches of wood carved artificial legs under the table, and a claw shaped foot below.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I just said," he said, smiling at the many students in front of him, "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 this year, the top three competition will be held in Hogwarts."
"You're kidding!" cried Fred Weasley.
The tension that had been hanging over the auditorium since moody entered the door was suddenly broken. Almost everyone laughed, and Dumbledore smiled gently with appreciation.
"I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley," he said. "But since you mentioned kidding, I heard a very funny joke about a giant monster, a night fork and a little Banshee. They all went into the same pub..."
Professor McGonagall gave a loud dry cough.
"Oh - it seems inappropriate to say this now... Inappropriate..." Dumbledore smiled, "Where did I just say? Ah, by the way, the top three competition... Some of you don't know what's going on in this competition, so I hope those who know the situation can forgive me for explaining here a little, and I allow their thoughts to wander for a while..."
The top three competition was founded about 700 years ago. It is a friendly competition among the three largest magic schools in Europe.
The three schools are Hogwarts in the UK, busbarton in France and demstrom in a mysterious location.
According to the past rules, each school should choose a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic projects.
Originally, the top three competition was held every five years, and the organizers were held by three schools in turn. Everyone agreed that this was one of the best ways for young wizards from different countries to establish friendship.
"... but later, there were too many deaths, and the top three competition was interrupted."
"Death toll?" whispered Hermione, looking around in amazement.
But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as her. Many people were whispering excitedly. Even Harry and Ron looked very excited.
"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to resume the hegemony competition," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them has been successful. However, this year, Mr. bagman, director of the sports department of the Ministry of magic and I, believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We have made a lot of communication with the Department of International Magic cooperation and actively contributed to this grand event."
"In October, the principals of busbarton and demstrom will lead their carefully selected competitors to come, and the ceremony of selecting warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the top three cup, win honor for their school, and even get a thousand gallons."
At this point, Dumbledore paused and increased his voice: "in order to make this activity more exciting, the top three cup itself has also been replaced with a special magic item. If anyone wins the final victory, this magic item will also belong to him!"
"As for what it is, please allow me to sell it... When the game starts, everyone will know what it is."
At the thought of such honor and wealth, everyone was excited. This was an opportunity to become a real warrior at Hogwarts.
At the table of each college, the little wizards either watched Dumbledore enthusiastically or whispered excitedly with their neighbors.
But just then Dumbledore spoke again. This time, his words made everyone couldn't help but protest angrily.
Dumbledore put forward the age limit.
Only students over the age of 17 - that is, students over the age of 17 are allowed to sign up.
"The delegation of busbarton and demstrom will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us. I know that you will be warm and friendly when our foreign dignitaries stay here, and once the warriors of Hogwarts are finally selected, you will wholeheartedly support 'him' or 'her'."
"Well, it's getting late now. It's very important for you to enter the class with high energy and clear mind tomorrow morning. Go to bed! Hurry up!"
Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to mad eye moody. The students stood up one after another, with a full face of reluctance, rushed to the two opposite doors and walked to the common room of their college.
……
Several days have passed since Maka came to demstrom, but he has been wandering around the campus except for class time.
In fact, what he has to do in this visit to demstrom is very simple, that is, two words - high profile! Some rules here let him find the most appropriate way.
"I hear you are the most powerful Dueler of demstrom?" Marca shook all the parts of her body so that he could show the most mocking attitude. "Kid, dare you duel with me? Let's have a competition?"
A hick accent is lazy and arrogant. Coupled with his appearance of "I'm just provoking you. If you don't accept it, you'll duel", he really annoyed the other party at once.
But when the senior student turned around in anger, he suddenly disappeared.
"You mean -- Uh, no... I'm not good, not at all."
Maka looked at him up and down with empty eyes and crooked neck. Finally, she staggered away in an angry posture.
What can he do if he is not fooled? You can't drag people to the duel platform like a Dementor?
Several times in a row, Maka virtually ate her own flat. Since he can't get credit by asking someone to "make an appointment", he can only use his brain and take a few detours.
The next morning, Maka posted a notice on the bulletin board in the school hall:
——————
Dear senior students who are not good at dueling and junior students who have not yet mastered dueling magic spells:
In order to prevent you from getting credits because of your weak dueling ability, I will provide you with additional training and guidance on dueling skills free of charge, and protect you from malicious dueling invitations when you need it.
Therefore, I hereby establish a duel club and give it a loud and warm name. Our duel club is called "unite! We are not pacifists".
Come and join us! I'm waiting for you here!
Note: if you want to join, please go to the open space in front of the school during the rest time to register.
Your friend, Marca McLean
——————
Soon, the students who had just got up and washed up and were going to the auditorium for breakfast gathered in front of the bulletin board, and everyone couldn't help whispering.
A strange notice, a strange organization, and a more strange name will always keep people away from the idea. But on this notice, the words "provide you with additional training and guidance on dueling skills free of charge" specially thickened by Maka made everyone excited.
By word of mouth among demstrom's students, even those who don't know have already known Maka's publicity deeds in the World Cup final.
Almost everyone is thinking: if you let him guide you, will you become so strong?
Before long, except for some students who didn't dare to approach Maka at all, other little wizards rushed to the gate of the castle.
In the open space on the side of the gate, Maka sat there. In front of him, there was a simple small table with a large pile of parchment.
"Did everyone come to the duel club?" Marca saw that a large part of these people were freshmen.
When Maka asked, the little wizards immediately nodded their heads.
"Then come and register! Everyone line up, come and get the registration form, and then return it to me in turn after filling it out..."
"By the way, after everyone has registered, the club will immediately hold its first formal activity! Please get ready - unite! We are not pacifists!"