This year's Sorting Hat was very efficient and completed the sorting work in just over half an hour.

Finally, with Kevin Whitby being sorted into Hufflepuff, the sorting ceremony came to an end.

Dumbledore stood up and looked at all the students with a smile, "Eat."

The empty plate was suddenly and magically filled with food.

Mikel scooped himself a large spoonful of mashed potatoes and said: "Although I have seen it many times, every time these foods suddenly appear, I still feel a little weird."

"A staple at Hogwarts," Kyle said with a smile.

While eating delicious steak and ham, they discussed the possibility of engraving magic runes on the boat and also made a preliminary decision on the price.

One hundred galleons per ship.

For several students who have not yet graduated, this number is indeed a little high, but it is a proposal, so if it is not suitable, we can discuss it again.

When the meal was over, Kyle chose a plate of Yorkshire pudding from among the many desserts.

This traditional British pudding tastes great and, more importantly, is not as sweet as treacle tarts, making it a perfect after-meal dessert.

Finally, all the food was cleared away, and the remaining crumbs on the plate disappeared, leaving it clean and shiny again.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing voices in the hall stopped immediately and everyone looked at him.

As usual, Dumbledore first emphasized a few points of attention, such as freshmen were not allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest... He said these every year, there was nothing new.

The only difference is that there are a few more prohibited items in the castle, including but not limited to the Screaming Teacup, the Combo Boomerang, and the Biting Quill...all new products from Zonko's Joke Shop last year.

Including these, the entire list has 437 items.

It has to be said that Fred and George made great contributions to the completion of this list. According to conservative estimates, they alone contributed more than a hundred names.

"I regret to inform you that there will be no Quidditch matches this year!" said Dumbledore.

The hall suddenly became chaotic. Everyone was noisy and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

But before he could explain, the door of the auditorium was suddenly slammed open.

A man appeared at the door, leaning on a long cane and limping towards the teachers' seats.

Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at him.

Thump, thump, with every step he took, a hollow sound echoed in the auditorium.

Suddenly, a forked bolt of lightning flashed across the ceiling, illuminating his face.

There were gasps in the auditorium one after another.

His face was covered with scars, with almost no good spots, but that wasn't the scariest thing.

The most frightening thing is his eyes.

He only has one normal eye, the other is very large, round like a coin, and bright blue.

"Oh, it's Mad-Eye!" someone shouted subconsciously.

Almost in an instant, the blue eyeball rolled over and drilled into the man's head, as if staring at the person who was talking behind him.

The student who had just shouted Mad-Eye's name quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

The man walked up to Dumbledore, and the two exchanged some words in low voices, before he sat down in one of the empty chairs.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Professor Alastor Moody!"

The embarrassing thing is that this time, not a single student applauded, only Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands, and the atmosphere was even colder than that of Professor Lupin last year.

As soon as Moody entered the room, he opened the Marauder's Map, but strangely, the other party's name was not shown on it, and when he walked towards the teacher's seat, no name moved.

It was as if he didn't exist... To be precise, he must have used some method to make his name unplottable.

Hogwarts is simply unplottable and will not appear on any map.

However, this is normal for an old Auror who is suspicious by nature.

There are many spells related to names in the wizarding world, the most well-known of which is Voldemort.

Anyone who shouts out this name will be found by him and killed directly, which is why most people call him the mysterious man.

To be honest, if Moody's name really appeared on the Marauder's Map, even if it was his real name, Kyle would suspect that he was someone else in disguise.

Now this may actually be true.

It looks like the old Auror escaped… I guess.

Kyle put away the Marauder's Map and continued to look towards the teachers' seats as if nothing had happened.

Dumbledore didn't insist on introducing the new professor anymore.

"Let's continue with what we were talking about."

He said: "The reason for cancelling Quidditch is that in the coming months we would have been privileged to host a fantastic event which has not been held for over a century.

I am delighted to announce that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year!"

The entire auditorium was silent for a few seconds, and then erupted into an unprecedented buzz.

"You must be kidding..."

"The Triwizard Tournament... Oh my god..."

"I can't believe it..."

Some people jumped up excitedly and excitedly explained what the Triwizard Tournament was to those confused students.

Simply put, if it were just in Europe, this would be the biggest event, even the Quidditch World Cup would take a backseat.

Everyone was shouting and jumping excitedly, and Dumbledore also laughed softly.

"I'm not kidding," he said. "Some of you may not know what this tournament is about, so I think it's necessary to explain it briefly...

The so-called Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe... Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang..."

He then explained in detail the origins of the Triwizard Tournament, the dangers involved, and the number of deaths in previous tournaments.

Except for a few individuals, everyone seems to have no interest in those who died more than a hundred years ago, and their enthusiasm remains unabated.

Especially after hearing that the champion would receive a prize of 1,000 Galleons, they rushed to sign up, and their excited shouts almost blew the ceiling off.

"I know you all want to participate in the competition to win glory for your school," said Dumbledore. "However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to set an age limit for this year's competitors. Only students who are fifteen years old or older are allowed to register for consideration..."

Dumbledore had to raise his voice slightly to cover up the protests. "This decision is necessary. No matter how many measures we take, it is impossible to deal with students below the fifth grade. This is also for your safety..."

"Oh, damn!" Someone at the Hufflepuff table beat his chest and said, "I'm just a few months away... Can they move the selection to December?"

"Ha, how lucky." Mikel said happily without caring about his feelings: "My birthday is in March, and I just turned fifteen... Kyle, you should have turned fifteen too."

"What?" Kyle originally thought he had misheard, but after hearing what Mikel said, he came to his senses and nodded, "Oh, yes, I just turned fifteen last month."

(End of this chapter)