After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

After Dumbledore stood firm, he immediately looked up.

It is a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Dumbledore had seen a face very similar to this one about fifty years ago.

However, I vaguely remember that face was not as handsome as the one in front of me, and the face from fifty years ago had later turned into a sinister and terrifying snake face, which was chilling.

"Tom, it's been a while. I didn't expect to see you here. I'm really curious, how did you get into Hogwarts? You know, even I can't Apparate in the castle."

Dumbledore knew that the man opposite him hated being called Tom the most, but he had to be so disgusting.

Morsus knew that the old man just wanted to make things difficult for him, but this time his plan was going to fail.

"Dumbledore, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You are getting older and older. I advise you to prepare a coffin for yourself as soon as possible. After all, who knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident? You must understand that the coffin chosen for you by others may not be to your liking." Morsus's elegant and deep voice echoed over the hall.

Dumbledore said gloomily, "Tom, being overconfident is not a good thing."

Morsus tilted his head in surprise. "Who are you always calling 'Tom Tom'? Who is Tom? The owner of the Leaky Cauldron? But I don't think he's here."

"Tom, you don't have to deny it." Dumbledore sighed pretentiously, "Even if you don't like the Riddle family, they are your father's family after all."

"Oh, so this Tom is calling me..." Morsus looked at him as if he was a fool. "I'll only say this once. If you can't control your mouth next time, you'll end up like this guy."

The direction the yew wand was pointing was exactly the direction in which Moody, who had fainted from excessive blood loss, fell to the ground.

"I have now completely stripped off Riddle's bloodline. Thanks to the protection of the Slytherin ancestors, the Riddle bloodline in my body has been enhanced, and I have been given the Slytherin surname and a new name." Morthos slowly walked in front of Dumbledore. "Dumbledore, it seems that Merlin still prefers me, what do you think?"

Dumbledore's sagging, wrinkled cheeks trembled twice, but he said nothing.

However, when he saw Yang Mei walking towards Moody, he spoke out again to stop her.

The dark blue magic wand twirled flexibly between the white and slender fingers.

"Principal Dumbledore, I have one good point, which is that I treat my enemies as ruthlessly as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves." Yang Mei suddenly changed the subject, "Everyone in the magic world believes that the Dark Lord is so cruel and bloodthirsty that he can stop a child from crying at night. But I think that his methods are just like that, nothing more than child's play."

The crowd was in an uproar. They were surprised at Yang Mei's "arrogant words" on the one hand, but on the other hand, wasn't the Dark Lord right in front of them? ! How dare you say that?

"He can't see or speak, so why not make him unable to hear or move?" Yang Mei had already cast the spell while speaking, destroying Moody's ears and severing the tendons in his hands and feet.

In fact, Yang Mei originally wanted to just cut off the man's hands and feet.

But he thought again that such a scene was indeed a bit of a challenge to the acceptance limit of these people, so there was no need to open their eyes to such an excessive extent.

Even though Yang Mei felt that she had restrained herself, she still scared many young wizards in the auditorium.

The little wizard, who had already vomited once when he cut off Moody's tongue, held back and vomited again.

The little wizard, who had just resisted the urge to vomit, couldn't help it now.

Thanks to the cleaning magic, we are all blessed to have it, otherwise the auditorium would smell like a sewer.

"You guys!" Dumbledore's blue eyes were bloodshot.

He boasted that he had experienced a lot, and that the two previous Dark Lords had never gotten any advantage from him.

But now he had to admit that he was shocked by a little wizard who was just in the fourth grade.

In the eyes of everyone in the wizarding world, the most terrifying things in the world are those forbidden black magic spells, such as the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.

They can make people lose themselves, feel deep pain, or even destroy their souls.

Dumbledore knew that more than a decade ago, Voldemort and his men liked to use the Cruciatus Curse to torture their captives.

But Yang Mei's methods only reminded him of the torture used by Muggles on wizards during the catastrophe that killed all wizards a thousand years ago.

"Where are you taking him?" Dumbledore asked urgently.

Because Morsus had waved his magic wand, causing Moody, who seemed to have turned into a pile of rotten meat, to float in the air.

Yang Mei stood beside Morsus and said, "People with such despicable behavior should naturally be handed over to the Ministry of Magic."

Without them saying anything, layer upon layer of people considerately made way for them to reach the door.

"I always feel that Selwyn and that guy are very close." Someone waited until Yang Mei and Morsus were out of sight before speaking in a low voice to the person next to him.

"You think so too? I thought I was the only one who thought so."

"It's important to mention this. Selwyn is good-looking. This is something everyone has known for a long time. I didn't expect that he would be so handsome. If only my boyfriend could be like him..." The little witch's eyes were full of hearts.

Her little sister quickly covered her mouth and looked towards the door nervously. She was relieved to find that the two people who had just left did not come back.

"You're asking for your life! Have you forgotten that he's the Dark Lord?" the girl leaned close to her infatuated friend's ear and said, "And if those two people really have some kind of relationship, then aren't you just coveting Selwyn's boyfriend?!"

The infatuated little witch covered her mouth obediently. Two seconds later, she spread her fingers apart, revealing a gap. "Hey, I was just saying that. How could I be so brave as to steal Selwyn's boyfriend? I don't want to be like Moody, with my hands and feet cut off, my tongue cut out, and my eyes gouged out by him!"

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

The infatuated little witch raised her head and looked forward, and found that Yang Mei, who had clearly left the auditorium, had come back for some reason and was standing not far from her.

Yang Mei heard clearly what the girl just said.

Now there was nothing but helplessness on his face.

"I'm telling you guys, this is not the first day you've known me, and you should all know that I don't like to meddle in other people's business.

But what happened today was truly outrageous, and it was the first day that the friends from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang came to our Hogwarts, so I could only reluctantly stand up and teach that villain a lesson on behalf of everyone.

If we don't do this, what if he leaves this door today and starts to stir up trouble? What will we do then?"

The little wizards nodded one after another. Yes, yes, that was true. Selwyn did nothing wrong. He was helping everyone vent their anger!

Seeing this, Yang Mei nodded in satisfaction: "It's good that you know this. I'm not a pervert. I won't cut off people's hands and feet for no reason. If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If people offend me, then you can't blame me."

After saying that, he left again. Many people didn't understand why he came back.

Snape received the look that Yang Mei gave him before she left.

He glanced at Dumbledore, who was still a little dazed, ignored him, and turned to discuss with other Hogwarts professors that tonight's banquet should end here.

I also have to apologize to everyone at Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

Hogwarts is fully responsible for all the trouble that happened on their first day.

In fact, it was already very late, and after Snape announced the end of the banquet, all the students returned to their respective dormitories.

The people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang did not live in the castle. They returned to the carriages and ships respectively, which contained the rooms they had recently become accustomed to.

This was mainly for the consideration of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, when the three schools might have their own unknown plans. There were many people in the castle, and if the other two schools found out about their cards, wouldn't they have no advantage in the competition?

Although they don't know what the three events are at this time, it's always a good idea to prepare for a rainy day.

……

Dumbledore was devastated and entrusted the selection of the Goblet of Fire to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

The two professors immediately drew a circle of age lines with the place where the Goblet of Fire was placed as the center and a radius of two meters.

This line will prevent young wizards who are not over seventeen years old from signing up.

The next day was Saturday. Most of the young wizards went to bed late and woke up late because they had discussed the "chapel chaos" in the dormitory for too long the night before.

Almost no one went to the restaurant for breakfast. It was not until noon that more and more people came to eat lunch. They were all still sleepy and had to stick the chicken legs in their hands into their noses several times.

"Have you all written home?"

"Yes, I did. Something so big happened last night. I must write a letter to inform my family."

"That Moody may have used his magic eye to do a lot of dirty things over the years. I don't think he will have a good ending."

"He's already... like that, could it be any worse?"

"Why not? He might even be thrown into Azkaban! He was the one who put others in jail before, and now he's going to be thrown in too."

"But wasn't Azkaban blown up by the Death Eaters?" The person who spoke lowered his voice, looking around vigilantly.

"But in the final analysis, it's just a building that was blown up. The reason why Azkaban is so scary is that there are Dementors in it! Now that the Dementors are still there, can't we just build another Azkaban?"

"...That's right."

In fact, most people are very open-minded. Although the series of events last night were very exciting, they have little to do with them. It is enough to gossip about them all night and then send a message to their families.

The most important thing now is the registration for the Triwizard Tournament.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had probably already made their arrangements. All the students in their team who were over 17 years old had submitted a parchment with their names written on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet of Fire will select the best student from each school for them, so now they just have to wait.

Only the Hogwarts students took a little longer to think about signing up.

As the host country, they have the largest number of people and there is no principal or professor to arrange or deploy them. It is entirely up to them whether to sign up or not.

Furthermore, there are many students under the age of seventeen who are ready to take action.

That is eternal glory, it is really bewitching.

Even Draco was a little moved.

Unlike Yang Mei, the heir who is good at playing badly, Draco is full of ambitions.

He wondered if he could participate in the competition and win the championship, wouldn't their Malfoy family be able to move to a higher level?

Lucius and Narcissa knew their son very well. When Draco was about to make a move but had not yet taken action, they asked Morsus to help warn Draco that he must never try to sign up.

Morsus was not Draco's parent, so he certainly would not persuade him in a gentle voice. Instead, he just told Draco with a stern face that he was not allowed to register secretly, otherwise he would beat him.

Draco: "..." To be honest, because his best friend is in love with the Dark Lord, he is not so afraid of the Dark Lord now.

But he was not someone who would not listen to advice. Compared to whether he was honorable or not, his parents definitely wanted him to be safe. If he really participated in the Triwizard Tournament and something unexpected happened during the competition, wouldn't that be a big loss?

Yang Mei, Draco, Harry and others were standing not far from the Goblet of Fire. They saw the Hufflepuffs pushing their househusband Cedric Diggory into the circle of light like the moon surrounded by stars.

Diggory straightened his somewhat messy school robe, then threw the parchment in his hand into the Goblet of Fire.

His friendly troops standing outside the circle of light immediately cheered, as if Digory had accomplished a glorious mission.

Diggory exited and the Weasley twins came roaring in from the door.

"It's done!"

Everyone knows that the two of them plan to find a way to sign up on their own. It seems that they have found a feasible solution?

Many people applauded and cheered for them.

The twins have always liked this kind of atmosphere of being the center of attention. They happily high-fived many familiar people one by one, and finally came to Yang Mei and others. After all, although they were not familiar with Yang Mei and Draco, they were familiar with Harry.

"Have you found a way to break through the age line?" Harry asked curiously.

"Of course, it will succeed!" The twins were full of confidence, "Just wait and see!"

"But didn't the professors think that you might be using aging agents?" Harry felt that this method was not very reliable.

"It's precisely because this method is not very smart that they might not have thought of it." The twins were proud of themselves. They felt that they had predicted the professors' predictions.

Two people stood outside the age line.

"Are you ready, Fred?" "Are you ready, George?"

They made a funny gesture of the Eastern great country drinking from the cup of wine, the arms holding the potion were intertwined with each other, and they drank the potion at the same time.