Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When there were only Dumbledore and Hagrid in the audience applauding the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hermione clapped her hands.

Ron and Harry, who were sitting next to her, turned their heads in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Hermione said strangely. "Why look at me?"

"Don't you think... um... he looks terrible?" Ron hesitated.

"Oh-yes," Hermione nodded. "To be honest, it's kind of...but, don't you have any memories yet?"

"What?" Harry and Ron asked suspiciously.

"Maca has used her own actions to tell us over and over again that we can't just look at the appearance of everything!" Hermione said solemnly, with a bit of gritted teeth in her tone.

"Um... you mean, maybe this terrifying new professor is a good person?" Harry looked at Moody, who was eating sausages, and couldn't build a good impression in his heart.

"I mean, don't make judgments lightly before you have the definitive evidence!" Hermione said word by word, expressing sufficient doubt about Harry's ability to understand.

Moody himself, who was in the center of his sight, seemed indifferent to everyone's cold reaction.

He ignored the big pot of pumpkin juice in front of him, but reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved wine bottle and took a sip.When he raised his arm to drink, the cloak he dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and a few inches of wooden prosthetic legs could be seen under the table with a claw-shaped foot underneath.

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"As I just said," he said, smiling at the many students in front of him, "In the next few months, we will be honored to host a very exciting event, which has been more than a century. It has not been held. I am very happy to tell you that this year, the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts."

"You're kidding!" Fred Weasley said loudly.

The tension that had enveloped the auditorium ever since Moody entered the door was suddenly broken.Almost everyone laughed, and persuaded Brito to laugh slightly with appreciation.

"I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "but since you mentioned joking, I heard a very funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix, and a little demon. They all Into the same pub..."

Professor McGonagall gave a loud and dry cough.

"Oh-it doesn't seem appropriate to say this right now... It's not appropriate..." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Where did I just say? Ah, by the way, the Triwizard Tournament... Some of you still I don’t know what the hegemony is going to do, so I hope people who know the situation can forgive me for explaining a little bit here, and I allow their minds to go on a slack for a while..."

The Triwizard Tournament was founded more than 700 years ago and is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe.

The three schools are Hogwarts in the UK, Boothbarton in France and Durmstrang in a mysterious location.

According to the past rules, each school should select a warrior, and then three warriors will compete in three magic items.

Originally, the Triwizard Tournament was held every five years, and the three schools took turns as the organizer.Everyone agrees that this is one of the excellent ways for young wizards from different countries to build friendship.

"... But then, the death toll was too much, and the Triwizard Tournament was suspended."

"The number of deaths?" Hermione whispered, looking around in amazement.

But most of the students in the auditorium were not as nervous as her, and many were whispering excitedly.Even Harry and Ron looked enthusiastic.

"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to resume the championship," Dumbledore continued, "but none of them were successful. But this year, Mr. Bagman and I, the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, think we should do it again. The time to try is ripe. We have done a lot of communication with the International Magic Cooperation Department and actively contributed to this grand event"

"In October, the principals of Boothbatten and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors to come. The ceremony of selecting the warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will determine which students are most eligible to participate in the competition. The top three cups have won honors for their school, and even individuals can get a 1,000 gallon bonus."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused and added a tone of voice: "In order to make this event even more exciting, the Triple Finals Cup itself has also been replaced with a special magic item. Whoever wins the final victory, then this magic item will also belong to him personally!"

"As for what it is, please allow me to sell it first... When the game starts, everyone will know what it is."

Everyone beamed with excitement at the thought of the possibility of obtaining such honor and wealth. This was an opportunity to become a true warrior of Hogwarts.

At the desks of each academy, the little wizards either watched Dumbledore enthusiastically, or whispered excitedly to the neighbors.

But at this moment, Dumbledore spoke again.This time, everyone couldn't help making angry protests by his words.

Dumbledore proposed an age limit.

Only students over the age of seventeen-that is, students over the age of seventeen are allowed to sign up.

"The delegation of Boothbatten and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the school year with us. I know that when our foreign guests stay here, you will all behave Warm and friendly, and once the warriors at Hogwarts are finally selected, you will wholeheartedly support him or her."

"Okay, it's not early now. It is very important for you to walk into class tomorrow morning with vigor and clarity. Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody.The students stood up one after another, flocked to the two opposite doors with a face full of unwillingness, and walked to the common room of their college.

...

It has been several days since Maca came to Durmstrang, but he has been walking around the campus all the time except for class time.

In fact, what he has to do when he comes to Durmstrang this time is very simple, that is, two words-high profile!And some of the rules here allowed him to find the most suitable way.

"I heard that you are Durmstrang's most powerful duel?" Maca swayed all the parts of his body so that he showed the most mocking posture, "Little devil, dare to fight me Shall we make gestures?"

A hillbilly accent that is lazy and arrogant, coupled with his appearance of "I just provoke you, I will fight if I don't agree", it really makes the other party annoyed all at once.

But when the senior student turned his head back with anger, he suddenly froze.

"You want to- uh, no... I'm not good, not at all."

Maca emptied his eyes, tilted his neck, looked him up and down, and finally swayed away in an angry posture.

What can he do if he is not fooled?Can't you drag people to the duel stage like a dementor?

Several times in a row, Maca ate her own deflation invisibly.Since there is no way to get credits by finding someone to "make an appointment", he can only use his brain a little more and take a few more detours.

Early the next morning, Maca posted such a notice on the bulletin board in the school lobby:

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Dear senior classmates who are not good at dueling, and lower classmates who have not yet mastered the dueling spell:

In order to prevent everyone from getting credits because of their weak dueling ability, I will provide you with additional training and guidance on dueling skills for free, and when you need it, I will protect everyone from being harassed by malicious duel invitations.

For this reason, I hereby created a duel club and gave it a loud and warm name. Our duel club is called "Unite! We are not pacifists".

Come and join us!I am here waiting for you!

Note: Those who wish to join please go to the open space in front of the school during the break time to register as a member.

Your friend, Maca McLean

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Soon, the students who were about to go to the auditorium for breakfast just got up and washed up, gathered in front of the bulletin board, and everyone couldn't help but communicate in a low voice.

A weird notice, a weird organization, and a weirder name are always going to make people feel far away.But just above this notice, the words "Free additional training and guidance for dueling skills" were specially bolded by Maca, but everyone couldn't help but be moved.

Under the word of mouth from Durmstrang’s students, even those who don’t know already knew about Maca’s publicity in the World Cup finals.

Almost everyone is wondering: if he were to give him some guidance, would he also become that powerful?

Before long, except for some students who didn't dare to approach Maca at all, the other little wizards flocked to the gate of the castle.

On the open space on the side of the gate, Maca was sitting there.In front of him, there was a simple small table with a large pile of parchment on it.

"Are everyone here in the duel club?" Maca saw that a large part of these people were freshmen.

When Maca asked, the little wizards immediately nodded.

"Then come and register! Everyone line up, come and pick up the registration form, and then return it to me one by one after filling it out..."

"By the way, after everyone has registered, our club will start its first official event immediately! Please be prepared-unite! We are not pacifists!"