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The last news shocked the students in the entire auditorium to silence.

Until a voice shouted in disbelief.

"You\'re kidding! Professor!"

Fred asked the question everyone wanted to ask, and someone let out a chuckle, and the atmosphere in the auditorium also eased a lot.

Dumbledore had an admiring smile on his face.

"I\'m not joking, Mr. Weasley. But I did hear a funny joke just now about a troll, a dominatrix, and a leprechaun who all went into the same tavern... ..."

His joke was only the beginning, when it was interrupted by a light cough from Professor McGonagall.

"Well, it doesn\'t seem appropriate to say this now." Dumbledore said helplessly, "Let\'s continue the topic of the Triwizard Tournament, which is a game with a long history, played by three European schools of magic, Hogwarts. , Beauxbatons and Durmstrang jointly organize, each school will be selected by an impartial referee to a contestant to compete in three magic events, which are normally held every five years."

"The Triwizard Tournament was discontinued centuries ago, just because of too many casualties in the game, and the Ministry of Magic has tried many times to restart the tournament, but without success. This year, the Ministry feels that it is a new time. The time is ripe to try, so the Triwizard Tournament will resume this year at Hogwarts."

"In October, some students from the other two schools will come to Hogwarts as a guest and stay for a while, I hope you can be warm and friendly enough by then. By the way, and, for safety, this time The restarted Triwizard Tournament will only allow students over the age of seventeen to sign up, and other ineligible students will not be considered."

This is the end of the opening dinner for this semester.

But obviously, after hearing such heavy news, the little wizards would not be quiet so quickly.

They left the auditorium excitedly, and they were still talking about the Triwizard Tournament with their companions.

"It was closed because of too many casualties. Why didn\'t you notice that Professor Dumbledore said this?"

Unlike Harry and Ron, who were enthusiastically discussing how to compete, Hermione kept repeating this sentence with a serious face.

Ron said indifferently.

"Isn\'t it time to start over? With so many professors here, and with Professor Dumbledore watching, there will be no problems this year."

Harry muttered silently.

"Fortunately, it wasn\'t Professor Forrest who said that."

The two shuddered when they heard it. They couldn\'t imagine what would happen to this year\'s Triwizard Tournament if Sherlock said this.

Meanwhile, the Weasley twins passed them by, and they heard the brothers complaining about why Dumbledore set the age at seventeen, months away from qualifying.

But of course these two ghosts are not going to give up just like that. They seem to be discussing how to hide from the referee and increase their age by a few months.

After Harry and the others returned to the Gryffindor lounge, the prefect who took over from Percy gave them the class schedule for this semester. Hermione stared at the new semester\'s class schedule and said happily.

"There will be an arithmetic and divination class tomorrow. I guess I can catch up with Sister Silk\'s first class."

Harry and Ron could only look at her with admiration.

The Arithmetic Divination class was an elective, and neither of them signed up. When Hermione was in the Arithmetic Divination class, they were going to Trelawney\'s Divination class.

Harry has been able to meet it, and tomorrow she will have to predict her own doom for a whole class before giving up.

The students in the lounge are still chatting about the Triwizard Tournament. Most of the students are not eligible to register, and they have nothing to fool the judges and give themselves bold ideas to qualify for the registration. Basically, It\'s discussing who can represent Hogwarts, and what it\'s like to be the students of the two wizarding schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, who have come from afar.

"The headmaster of Beauxbatons is a witch as strong as Hagrid, Mrs. Maxime. I met her once." Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione.

Ron looked at him in surprise: "When did you meet her?"

"You forget, as I told you, Professor Forrest took me on a trip to France during the summer vacation of my second year, and we went to the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their school was also built in In the mountains, it\'s not a castle, but a manor, with beautiful scenery and a huge fountain."

Harry pictured them, Hermione\'s face showing admiration.

"Have you been to the library at Beauxbatons? Is there a great collection of books at Hogwarts?"

Harry shrugged.

"My professor and I are on a trip. What are we going to do in their school\'s library? But the onion soup in their cafeteria is very good. I drank several bowls."

Hermione\'s expression was unwilling, as if she had to evacuate Beauxbatons\' school library if she passed.

They chatted for a while in the lounge, and soon it was time for curfew, and Harry and Ron separated from Hermione and went back to their dorms.

The torrential rain outside the castle has not stopped. After a day of driving and boating, the students are exhausted. Soon in Harry\'s dormitory, except for himself, everyone else heard steady breathing and Neville\'s abrupt snoring. Voice.

It wasn\'t that Harry couldn\'t sleep, he was waiting for everyone else to fall asleep before he could carry out his covert operation.

He pulled down all the curtains on his bed, then sat up and lightly touched his forehead, the lightning-shaped scar that was famous throughout the magic world.

An illusory, ghost-like figure slowly emerged in front of him.

A beautiful witch with long burgundy hair~www.novelhall.com~ sat in front of his bed.

As soon as Lily appeared, she realized that the surrounding environment was no longer in the Weasleys.

"School starts today?"

She asked Harry with a gentle smile.

Harry relaxed naturally after seeing her, but still complained.

"It\'s raining so hard today that when we got out of the carriage back to the castle, everyone got wet."

"It\'s normal." Lily recalled with a smile, "Basically every year when the school starts, it rains here at Hogwarts. I remember one time when school started, your father accidentally slipped and fell into the mud puddle. Rolled in there. As soon as he entered the castle, he startled Professor McGonagall, thinking some new kind of magical beast had invaded Hogwarts."

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