"The principals of the four magic schools and the carefully selected competitors will arrive in October, and the ceremony to select the champion will be held on Halloween."

"In addition to winning honor for the school, the winner will also receive a prize of one thousand Galleons."

"But - only students over the age of seventeen are allowed to register, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, students under the sixth and seventh grades will not be able to deal with it."

"The delegation will spend most of this school year with us. I hope you will be warm and friendly. For this reason, we have specially prepared some exchange activities..."

Dumbledore ended the dinner in a controversial noise. The students were full of complaints about the unknown age limit.

"Can we just watch?" Ron stepped hard on the steps and walked towards the common room.

Hermione said seriously: "This is to protect us from getting into danger because of recklessness and arrogance. You know, the reason why the competition was discontinued in the past was because many people died-"

Ron didn't listen carefully at all, and muttered in a low voice: "That's one thousand Galleons." He looked at Fred and George, who were walking in front of them and discussing whether the aging potion would work.

"I think one or two drops will be enough. We are only a few months away from adulthood, George..." Fred thought seriously.

Ron said sourly, "There is still half a year left, but I hope they can succeed." He turned to Harry and asked, "What do you think? If Fred and George do it, I mean, I don't know if we have learned enough..."

Harry shook his head and shook off all the brilliant pictures in his mind. He couldn't help but imagine that he had deceived the headmaster's age limit, won the championship of the championship, and raised the trophy amid the cheers and screams of the crowd...

"Yeah, I think it's a little short of the mark." Ron misunderstood Harry's shaking head and thought he was answering his question. He counted on his fingers: "Although we have dueling classes, study groups and magic clubs, but..."

He said a little frustratedly: "Unless Professor Hep teaches us a powerful ancient magic in private, we still can't compete with those sixth and seventh grade students. We can't expect to blind our opponents with illumination magic."

In this discussion about the championship, although Ron talked the most, he was more like venting his emotions that he wanted but couldn't get. He knew in his heart that the possibility of being selected was not high, but his words made Harry and Hermione on the side silent.

Harry thought of the scene in which Professor Hep performed continuous Apparition in front of him twice. One time was in the Forbidden Forest in the second year. They suspected that the new Professor Hep was related to the Chamber of Secrets, so they followed and found the scene of the professor practicing magic. Although it was shocking at the time, Harry almost forgot it after so long; the other time was in the Quidditch World Cup, just recently, and it was a real battle. Professor Hep used continuous Apparition to trick hundreds of troublesome wizards, and their eyes couldn't keep up with his movements!

'What if I can do the same thing? I'm not bad to begin with. If we talk about Disarming Charms alone, no student in the school can surpass me. Plus, I can Apparate continuously...' Harry's heart became hot.

Hermione thought of the ancient magic that the professor taught her during the summer vacation. The golden flames jumped on her fingertips and turned into a sea of ​​fire in the blink of an eye... Of course, that was the effect demonstrated by the professor to her. She herself hadn't learned it yet.

Hermione patted her head, wondering what she was thinking. She wouldn't try to break the age limit.

On the other side, in the hall, the professors stayed.

Dumbledore was talking to Moody, and Moody answered in a rough voice, "Yes, Arthur and the others came in time, got up early, and scared away the sneak attackers!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise: "You were attacked this morning?" She suddenly remembered that Moody had been in trouble since his retirement, and often suspected that there were dark wizards who were plotting against him. Even if someone walked with him for a while, he would suddenly draw out his wand and point it at the other person, loudly asking why they were following him.

This happened more than once or twice, and for this reason Moody had to live in seclusion in a remote place, which seemed to be a Muggle community.

Now McGonagall suspected that he was too sensitive.

"How could it be fake!" Moody roared, "A bunch of despicable villains wanted to attack me while I was sleeping soundly, but who am I? I was prepared, but those scums were really strong. They blocked me at home. I had no choice but to blow up two trash cans to attract attention."

He said in a rough voice, and his artificial eyes were spinning in his eye sockets, which made people feel sick. Few professors looked at him straight.

"Did you see who it was, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"No, I'm old, Albus." Moody patted his artificial leg and said unwillingly: "If it was a few years earlier..."

His two eyes finally met, looking at Felix, calmed down: "I can only give suggestions now, and use past experience to decorate the facade."

Felix looked back calmly, while comforting the somewhat irritated Sniff. He met Moody for the first time today. He had only heard of this famous name before.

It can be said that Alastor Moody made up most of Barty Crouch's reputation. He was Crouch's sharpest sword and the most outstanding master in the history of the Ministry of Magic who specialized in catching dark wizards. Half of the cells in Azkaban were filled with him.

Just like the psychological shadow he left on many dark wizards, he also left a strong personal mark in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic. It

's just that after experiencing a lot of dangers, he began to be a little paranoid and even overly delusional, but this still did not prevent him from becoming an idol in the minds of all Aurors in the Ministry of Magic - if by analogy, his status is equivalent to Dorothea Boham, the former headmaster of St. Mungo's.

Of course, with his rude, irritable and unyielding personality, he did offend many people, making it difficult for him to stay in the Ministry of Magic and take up a management position.

Strong, brave, and time-tested, now sensitive, paranoid, and a little neurotic...

This is the image of "Mad-Eye" Moody that Felix perceived after a brief contact. It is said that he also has a catchphrase -

"Stay alert at all times!" Moody suddenly roared, scaring the others. He himself walked around the hall as if nothing had happened.

Felix looked at Dumbledore: "Principal, you just said that you have prepared some exchange activities?"

"Ah, that's it." Dumbledore had been listening quietly, and at this moment he seemed to have finally come to his senses. He swept his eyes across the crowd happily: "This is also the reason why I kept you."

He nodded slightly, thought for a while and said: "Ilvermorny and Ugadu are both participating in the championship for the first time, which makes... They are like young people, more passionate. They are not satisfied with just competing for nearly a year. The principal of Ilvermorny hopes that students from different schools can have closer contact."

"Exchange students?"

"It's very close, Felix." Dumbledore nodded, "But this time it's one-sided. They hope to audit Hogwarts' courses. Besides that--" He smiled and said, "I think they are also planning to compete with Hogwarts students."

The professors looked at each other. Does this mean that their classes will be open to students from other schools?

And Professor McGonagall, as the vice-president, thought of more. She pursed her lips, frowned, and said seriously, "Dumbledore, the competition you mentioned is not--this is a provocation!"

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and his silver-white beard trembled. "There are many things that can be compared, not just force. That is the worst option." He smiled and said, "I welcome this and let the students see the outside world and broaden their horizons."

"I remember that seven or eight years ago, we had contact with Castellobushe School of Magic and Wizardry. At that time, many students on both sides established a deep friendship. Felix, you should have some impression?" He asked with a smile.

Felix pouted, "I don't have a pen pal in Brazil."

...

After the professors dispersed, Felix and Snape walked out of the hall. Snape's face was gloomy, "You have to be careful of that guy, don't let him target you."

"You mean Professor Moody?" Felix asked curiously, "He looks quite decent-"

"He is a lunatic. He can curse you at any time because of unreasonable suspicion." Snape said coldly, "He has never come out of it! He still treats every day as a war!"

"I don't understand why Dumbledore asked him to come. Even another Lockhart is better than him."

Snape waved his sleeves and strode away.

Felix stared at Snape's back. In the distance, Moody was limping forward. Snape was faster, but they did not meet. In the hallway, Snape turned underground, and Moody hobbled upstairs.

When he raised his arm, in addition to the curved bottle of wine at his waist, Felix also keenly noticed that half of his wand was exposed from his sleeve, tied to his arm.

"Always be vigilant? You really practice what you preach."

...

The next day.

The storm finally subsided, and the sky cleared after the rain. Hogwarts ushered in a new school year.