In the middle of the banquet, Hogwarts once again welcomed two guests, two guests from the Ministry of Magic. One was Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, and the other was unexpected. To everyone's expectation.
"Father?"
Draco was stunned when he looked at the man in the Ministry of Magic uniform in the teacher's seat.
It was Draco's father, Lucius.
As the special commissioner of the Ministry of Magic, he came together with Ludo Bagman to gather the three major colleges.
"He never mentioned it to me."
Draco frowned slightly as he looked at his father.
This is not normal.
He planned to find time to ask his father.
As the banquet came to an end, Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke, drawing attention to himself: "I have something important to announce."
"I think everyone has heard some news before this."
"Yes, the Triwizard Tournament, a legendary event that has been suspended for centuries, will officially resume this year."
Although everyone had already speculated, after Dumbledore made the official announcement, the young wizards started discussing with excitement.
"A warrior will be selected from each of the three magic schools: Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons."
"Once you are selected, it will mean that you have to fight alone. This is a very dangerous thing. Please participate with caution." Dumbledore emphasized seriously.
Many young wizards were no longer in the mood to listen to Dumbledore's words. They just wanted to sign up and make a splash.
Then Lucius announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament on behalf of the Ministry of Magic. There are three competitions in total, and the one with the highest score will win. In order to reduce the incidence of accidents as much as possible, wizards under the age of seventeen cannot register.
The little wizards all expressed their dissatisfaction with this rule and received a round of boos.
Age has never been a factor in determining whether a wizard is powerful or not.
Look at the famous Mr. Potter. He killed the Dark Lord when he was a baby, but he is not yet seventeen years old.
Isn't this rule just making things difficult for Mr. Potter?
Dumbledore seemed to have expected such a result, so he asked Filch to bring out the Goblet of Fire - a large, roughly carved goblet made of a mixture of wood and glass. It's not eye-catching either, but it's filled with blue and white flames.
The flame is not an ordinary flame
Dudley used the Data Magic Eye to see that there were elements of a contract inside.
The Goblet of Fire is indeed a cup of contract. The so-called Triwizard Tournament is actually registered through the Goblet of Fire.
Once a contract is made, it cannot be broken, otherwise the consequences will be serious.
Dumbledore used his wand to draw a circle around the Goblet of Fire. The white lines were very eye-catching.
"No one under the age of seventeen can cross this age line."
"Of course, if you can cross this line and successfully throw the parchment with your name on it into the cup, then it will be considered a successful registration."
In this way, there is no required death age. As long as you have the ability to register successfully, you will pass.
"From today until Thursday, the Goblet of Fire will be here, waiting for everyone to sign up."
As soon as these words came out, many young wizards looked at each other and their thoughts became active again.
That would be so much fun representing Hogwarts.
The reward for the winner of the crucial Triwizard Tournament is a full thousand galleons.
Watching Dumbledore, Lucius, Bagman and the principals of the other two schools leave, many young wizards were eager to give it a try.
"Those who are taking chances don't have to think about it anymore."
"The last Triwizard Tournament was terminated due to too many deaths. In other words, there is no need to register before you are ready to face death."
Dudley reminded them kindly, but his words were like a bucket of cold water pouring down, extinguishing the hot hearts of many young wizards.
Although glory is important, it is not as important as life.
"Karkaroff."
Just as Karkaroff was about to take Durmstrang's students back to the ship to rest, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and the voice seemed full of anger.
Karkaroff turned around suddenly, and the next moment his face turned pale, and he showed a terrible expression of anger and fear.
Directly in front of him, Moody was staring at him with his magic eye.
"It's you!"
Karkaroff clenched his teeth and stared at Moody and said bitterly. His eyes seemed to be able to shoot out flames, and the strength seemed to crush the teeth in his mouth.
"It's me!" Moody stared back without showing any signs of weakness: "We meet again, Karkaroff."
"The last time we met was more than ten years ago. Oh, it seems like it happened yesterday."
Moody's tone was like talking to an old friend, but Karkaroff didn't think so.
As expected, Moody changed the topic and looked at Karkaroff with a mocking look: "Throw you into Azkaban like a dead dog."
Moody spent six months chasing and capturing Karkaroff. The former Auror who captured him left a deep shadow in Karkaroff's heart.
Moody glanced at Karkaroff's clenched fists and snorted disdainfully.
"From now on, I will always look at you, always stare at you, always watch you. I know that you have always maintained contact with the group of dark wizards. If you do something small and you are caught by me, I will I will definitely capture you again and bring you back to Azkaban, I promise."
Moody pressed forward step by step, and Karkaroff quickly retreated until his back was against the wall with no way to retreat.
"I can catch you once or I can catch you twice."
"That's where you should stay, surrounded by darkness and despair all day long."
Moody said solemnly.
"I tell you, I'm not afraid of you!" Karkaroff shouted at Moody, but his tone sounded unconfident.
He had personally experienced Moody's strength, and he was no match for him. Even if he was an old wizard with a limp and missing eyes, he still didn't have much confidence.
Although wizards do not become more powerful as they get older, the elite Aurors who were once are certainly not weak even though they are now old.
Behind Karkaroff, the Durmstrang students looked at each other. This was the first time they had seen their principal in such a mess.
"Oh, really, haha," Moody said incredulously, showed a meaningful smile to Karkaroff, and left him with a cane.
It wasn't until Moody's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Karkaroff let out a long sigh of relief, and then glared at the place where he disappeared with a distorted face.
'This haunting old dog! '
(End of chapter)
