Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 436 There is a competition this year

"I am also very sorry to inform you that there will be no Quidditch matches this year."

Dumbledore's words were like a huge rock thrown into the lake, and the whole cafeteria suddenly became chaotic.

Fred and George shouted "Impossible" at the same time, making Charles' ears buzz.

Dumbledore continued, "This is because a major event will begin in October and continue throughout the school year, occupying a great deal of the professors' time and energy - but I am sure that you will all find great pleasure in it. I am very pleased to announce to you that this year at Hogwarts -"

Fred and George thought about Charlie and the others' hesitation to speak during this period, and thought that this matter must have squeezed out the Quidditch game.

However, just as Dumbledore was about to make his announcement, someone interrupted him.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Moody made a brilliant appearance.

Moody was wearing a black traveling cloak and holding a cane. Under the light of lightning, his face full of scars and a fake eye scared many students.

Charles adjusted his glasses, activated several spells, and then curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

Moody walked up to Dumbledore, and the two shook hands and whispered to each other. Then Moody sat down in the empty seat and started eating his dinner.

The cafeteria was eerily quiet, not even a whisper of discussion.

Dumbledore broke the silence and said happily to everyone: "Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Moody."

Moody's aura was so strong that after Dumbledore's announcement, only he, Hagrid and Charles applauded, and the lonely sound was soon drowned out by the thunder.

Dumbledore continued his speech, which had just been interrupted by Moody, and announced something surprising - the Triwizard Tournament.

"Are you kidding?!" Fred's reaction was a little exaggerated and a little excited.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, "but since you mention joking, I did hear an interesting one. A dominatrix goes to a Quidditch match..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

Charles raised his eyebrows. He hadn't seen the old man since the Quidditch game and came directly to Hogwarts. He wondered what progress they had made. Judging from Dumbledore's reaction, there seemed to be something big to reveal.

Dumbledore began to talk about the history of the Triwizard Tournament, and many students were shocked when he mentioned that it was cancelled due to the number of deaths.

Fire began to burn in Fred and George's eyes, and they began to get ready.

Especially when Dumbledore said that the champion would receive 1,000 Galleons and a 3,000 Galleon Dancing Grass Restaurant consumption card, Fred said firmly: "I must participate!"

Charles blinked. What was the situation with the 3,000 Galleon consumption card?
He thought about it. When he went to find Dobby in the stadium tent that day, Dobby seemed to say that Dumbledore had a big business, but he didn't care and agreed without listening to the details.

George asked Charles, "You knew about this a long time ago?"

Charles naturally wouldn't say that he knew it earlier than Dumbledore, so he just said, "Dobby mentioned it to me, but I don't know the details."

Dumbledore quickly shouted, "Only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up for a total of five tournaments!"

Fred and George's faces turned pale. They would not be old enough until April next year.

But Dumbledore announced: "The selected contestants can find a certain number of assistants, but please note that the contestants must be responsible for the safety of their assistants!"

Charles was a little surprised. This was a completely new version that was different from his "memory".

Fred and George began to whisper to each other over Charles, discussing whether they could get a spot.

Dinner was over, and Charles made his way back to the common room, thinking about the Triwizard Tournament.

He thought that the three schools participating in the competition were all giving remedial lessons to the candidate players during the summer vacation, and obviously did not want to waste those students who were taking the remedial lessons together, so they discussed the method of increasing the number of people by having assistants.

At the same time, too many people died in previous competitions, and perhaps the three schools were concerned, so they increased the number of staff to ensure safety. This time, no other schools were mentioned to visit, and I'm afraid the three schools were unsure about the reopening of the competition, so they would wait until the first one was completed before making a decision.

Charles suddenly found someone pulling the sleeve he had made.

"What's the matter?" he asked Hermione.

"I have something to ask you," Hermione said.

"Let's do it another day." Charles said, "I'm very tired today and need to rest."

He guessed that Hermione might want to talk about the house-elves, after all, Dobby worked under him.

This matter is very complicated and Charles doesn't want to get involved.

On the stairs going up to the dormitory, Harry came over and asked Charles: "Where were you on the night of the game? We looked for you for a long time."

Charles replied, "Nothing."

Harry asked with a smirk, "Did you go on a date with those Veela?"

Charles asked him, "Have you finished my holiday homework?"

Harry said immediately, "I'll get it to you later."

After Charles returned to the dormitory, he took off his clothes and changed into pajamas. When he lifted the bed curtain, he found that all his textbooks for this year were placed on the bed. They were bought by Tosimo.

There is a set of clothes next to the textbook. This year we are required to prepare a formal dress.

Charles thought that Dobby had served the Malfoy family before and should have good taste in clothes, so he gave it to him.

Just the bed set...

Simo looked at it and shook his head.

Charles put his tuxedo, a big gold chain as thick as a thumb, and a gold pocket watch as big as a palm into a box and stuffed it under the bed.

"You'll have to order a new tuxedo." Seamus started chatting with him. "Have you read the textbook? We have a new course."

Charles nodded and said, "I know. I heard about it earlier."

Seamus said glumly, "Even though I'm self-taught, the homework looks like a lot."

"It says in the homework book that there is a spell to prevent plagiarism, and if you fail this month's homework, you won't be able to go to Hogsmeade next month."

Charles just smiled and said it was just a Chinese homework. What's so difficult about it?

This homework is not a problem for him, just let Shanghai Renxing do it.

Seamus continued, "Recently, there's been a rumor going around Diagon Alley that someone is suggesting building a primary school affiliated with Hogwarts, enrolling students aged 6 to 11."

“I heard that going to school is voluntary.”

Charles said, "This is similar to the Institute of Magic and Beauxbatons. The Institute of Magic is a magic school where students start attending magic at the age of six. Beauxbatons also has such students."

He had mentioned this to Percy before, and it might have been Percy who did it.

However, the problem with this kind of school is that the children awaken their magic powers at different ages, so the time they start school is naturally different from that of Muggle elementary schools.

The two chatted about everything under the sun for a while, and then yawned almost at the same time. It was time to go to bed.

(End of this chapter)