HP: For a better world

Dumbledore: "Well, well, children, please allow me to welcome you once again--"

He smiled and raised his hand to signal the students to stop clapping. "Before you enjoy your feast, please allow me to announce a few things in advance. Otherwise, I am worried that some of you will not be able to swallow the news you have already heard."

He looked up at the stormy ceiling of the hall, and raised his finger with a smile towards the expectant and shivering little wizards below: "But before the announcement, there is one more thing - so that you can enjoy the feast to your heart's content later, and to reduce the complaints from your Madam Pomfrey tomorrow -"

Dumbledore pointed to his ears playfully and said to the students, "Please forgive me, an old man can't bear any more complaints."

There were some laughs from the students below.

"I will provide some convenience for the wet students. Of course, this does not mean that you do not need to take care of yourself when you return to the dormitory."

Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and an invisible wave radiated from inside to outside.

The freshmen who were soaked by the rain suddenly became dry after they came from the ferries mixed in the seats of various colleges. Even the students who were hit by the water balloons by the naughty Peeves got dry robes.

"Wow——" exclamations came one after another from the freshmen's mouths.

Especially the freshmen who joined Slytherin this year who were in amazement - Winster held his hands slightly back while clapping, glancing to the right - not only him, but most of the Slytherin's eyes began to drift over vaguely, this year's freshmen who joined Slytherin were quite lively.

Luo Ou quietly nudged Winster with his elbow, and the two looked at each other knowingly.

"Okay," Dumbledore said with a cheerful smile, "Now that everyone is clear and refreshed, let's announce these important announcements."

"This year, caretaker Filch wanted me to tell you that there are a few more items of contraband in the castle, a total of 438. Interested students can check it out privately."

"Then there is the forbidden forest next to the grounds. No one is allowed to enter unless they are led by a professor allowed by the school... Similarly, students below the third grade are not allowed to visit Hogsmeade village."

"And a very regrettable thing -" Dumbledore showed a regretful expression: "The news that some students have heard is not wrong." He nodded to the Weasley twins who were shaking their hands desperately as if refusing to listen, confirming their guess.

"There will be no more House Quidditch matches at Hogwarts this year."

George and Fred wailed silently and exaggeratedly, as if the sky was about to fall in. Fred covered his heart and fell into his brother's arms, looking like he had fainted from the shock.

"Do not!!!"

George shook his shoulders in deep pain and cried loudly, as if he refused to accept it.

This made the students who were originally shocked by the cancellation of the Quidditch game laugh.

Dumbledore smiled and looked away, coughing, pretending not to have seen the "Farewell of the Dioscuri Brothers" being performed at the Gryffindor table.[1]

"The reason is that a large-scale competition will be held in October this year. I have to inform all Quidditch fans of this sad news because Hogwarts will no longer be able to spare any extra space -"

Dumbledore paused, smiling, "Because this wonderful event has not been held for more than a century. I am very pleased to tell you that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts in October this year."

"What? Are you kidding me!" Fred shouted, shaking all over and jumping up.

Dumbledore smiled and said insincerely, "I never thought I could have the magic power of Zeus to wake you from death, Mr. Weasley."

The students around burst into laughter.

"The Triwizard Tournament?" George's stunned mind came to its senses and he exclaimed, "Really?"

"Of course it is true, gentlemen," Dumbledore winked and smiled, "I am not joking."

There was another round of exclamations from below.

"Given the tight time schedule, I think some of you are already starving and can't wait. I will make it short. Students who want to know more about the Triwizard Tournament can go to the library to look up relevant information, or ask your friends in wizarding families - in short,"

Dumbledore walked around the Great Hall and smiled.

"In order to ensure safety during this century's event, Hogwarts has specially hired Professor Moody to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this school year." He motioned for everyone to look at the only empty seat in the teaching hall. "Of course, our Professor Moody is currently out to learn about the situation in order to assume his responsibilities before you start school... It seems that he forgot to pay attention to the time, so you may not see him at dinner tonight, but please forgive him for not being unwilling to get along with you in a friendly manner-"

Dumbledore explained kindly.

But his explanation was interrupted by a loud noise, and the door of the auditorium was banged open.

An old man with scars all over his face and strange eyes walked in hurriedly on wooden feet.

"Dumbledore! I've checked the whole school -" he shouted in a gruff voice, as if he hadn't noticed that the Great Hall had completely changed.

The man had a strange blue eye, which was a circle larger than the ordinary black eye next to it. Unlike the ordinary eye that was staring straight at Dumbledore, Winster found that the blue eye seemed tired, with the pupil half-closed and more white than the pupil, and it was always staring at the ground.

Dumbledore immediately responded by raising his voice above Moody's and reminding him, "You've come just in time. We were talking about you, Moody."

The visitor seemed to have just noticed the stunned students around him and shut up immediately. He just stretched out his hand to shake hands with Dumbledore, whispered a few words, then showed a scary smile as if he wanted to eat a child, shook his head, patted his motionless eyeballs, and sat down at the teacher's seat.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Ahem... Please allow me to reintroduce you, Professor Moody, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year, and the person in charge of school security this year. He will also be handing over to Mr. Crouch, who is in charge of this international competition at the Ministry of Magic. In the coming year, you may notice that there are many unfamiliar adult wizards on campus. Don't worry, our Professor Moody will do his best to ensure everyone's safety."

Moody was picking at his motionless magical eye and dropping it into the glass of water prepared for him, causing Professor McGonagall to lean back to avoid the splashing water.

He noticed the gazes focused on him, rinsed his eyeballs, picked them up, and without wiping them dry, using the water as lubrication, pressed them into his empty eye sockets, grinned at the students, and the blue eye rolled around in his eye socket, taking in the entire auditorium.

Anyone who was stared at by those blue eyes felt a chill down their spine.

Colen was numb. He looked at Michael and Winston with trembling eyes and lowered his voice: "He, he, he... is he really here to protect us?"

That's a really good question.

Logically speaking, he was indeed here to protect...but this deliberately threatening and malicious look definitely represented that Moody himself had ill intentions towards the Slytherin side.

Mike's eyes were stiff, and Luo turned his face away and pretended to cough.

Winster raised his hand, neither clapping nor retracting it, his hand frozen in mid-air, his smile frozen.

——Slytherin was the hardest hit by the blue eyes. Even the most cautious little snakes would feel a chill down their spines.

"...Dumbledore is really crazy. He actually invited Mad-Eye Moody into the school!" Draco said angrily while trying to save face.

The lackeys beside him also wanted to agree, but they were instantly silenced after Moody's another glance.

Winster secretly glanced at the teacher sitting in the professor's chair. Snape's dark eyes and stiff expression of pretending to be calm almost made him forget Moody's gaze and laugh out loud.

Dumbledore continued:

"…They are all employees of the Ministry of Magic. They will walk around the school in the next few months, determine the appropriate venue, and try their best to eliminate any danger."

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"What are those eyes of his? They look scary!" Luo Ou asked as he came over to cut the steak.

Winster was finishing the portion in front of him, wondering whether he should get himself a few more pieces of pudding.

"It's the magic eye."

Loial turned away.

Colen explained quietly, "An alchemical work usually has some special effects. I heard that Professor Moody's can see through invisibility."

"Just think of it as a Muggle prosthetic eye," Winster shrugged. "Doesn't it look like the mechanical monsters in science fiction movies?"

Luo Ou burst out laughing and punched him: "It's weird to put it that way."

Jenny glanced at him briefly and snorted.

Luo Ou quickly showed his courtesy and pushed his glass of pumpkin juice over.

Winster refused to look at Luo, who was being held by the neck and secretly fed a grape. The smile on his face made people want to hit him.

Winster looked at the sweet pudding in front of him with sorrow, and pushed it to Mike beside him without worrying about it. He picked up the remaining small tomatoes on the plate and put them into his mouth, looking at Snape boredly.

He noticed that Moody seemed to want to get the portion of ham placed in front of Snape - that was the portion everyone had, but Snape seemed to have a poor appetite today and put it aside.

He specially changed seats for this purpose - Professor Flitwick, who was sitting between the two of them, looked a little surprised and sat next to Professor McGonagall.

Winster looked at Snape with a hint of sympathy and schadenfreude as he held the knife and fork with a stiff expression.

Professor Moody, who had changed his position, grinned at him and greeted him, staring at him with one ordinary eye, while the other blue eye rolled around in its eye socket, taking the ham in front of Snape.

Snape agreed with a grim look. However, he looked even more unable to eat, and he threw down his fork after eating something in a hurry, not knowing whether to leave or not, and sat there, watching Moody drink the drink he brought from his bottle generously - his whole body and every strand of hair showed that he wanted to escape.

But for the sake of face, he just stayed there.

Winster grabbed Mike and laughed so hard that he fell over.

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Continue from the last chapter

[This joke needs to be seen in conjunction with an English slang]

bee's knees = very good, top person

I feel like the joke loses its humor when it is explained. Bee's knees → bee's knees → old bee → if one day Dumbledore was shot in the knee↓

Dumbledore loses his knee.

Slytherin solemnly declares: We do not bully disabled elderly people!