Chapter 238: Before the Start of the School Year
"School starts tomorrow. Have you finished getting everything you need?" Professor Aisen smiled and asked Hermione, Harry, and the others.
"Of course! We finished preparing a long time ago!" they replied in unison.
As they spoke, they showed off the rings on their fingers, waving them in front of Professor Aisen. Clearly, everything they needed was already stored in the storage rings Professor Aisen had given them.
Rumble—
A flash of lightning streaked across the dark night sky, illuminating the lampposts outside, and shadows passed through the window and into the shop. A fine drizzle fell from the sky, gradually forming a thick curtain of rain.
The sound of scattered raindrops gathered, becoming a downpour. The raindrops, blown by the breeze and turning into mist, spread across the window glass, blurring the view outside as well.
At around ten o'clock that night, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes closed, and Professor Aisen said goodbye to them and left alone.
He did not return to his secret base but went directly to Hogwarts.
Arriving at the main gate of Hogwarts Castle, and passing through the entrance hall into the Great Hall, Professor Aisen found Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and others already there.
To Professor Aisen's surprise, Sirius Black was also there.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Professor Aisen!" Professor Dumbledore stood up and greeted Professor Aisen.
"You're all here?" Professor Aisen smiled and nodded, then walked over and sat down next to Professor McGonagall. "Are you discussing what happened at the Quidditch World Cup?"
"Hmm— everyone knows what happened at the Quidditch World Cup; it was indeed shocking." Professor Dumbledore glanced at Professor Aisen and then said slowly, "But we are discussing the reception arrangements for the Triwizard Tournament!"
Looking around, Professor Aisen noticed that Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape, and the others had calm expressions. Clearly, after a week of the events at the Quidditch World Cup fermenting, their emotions had become placid.
"The Triwizard Tournament?" Professor Aisen showed no surprise on his face, merely saying lightly, "You mean the Triwizard Tournament, that very dangerous competition that has been suspended for over a century?"
"That's right, the Triwizard Tournament will involve Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang!" Professor Dumbledore nodded, and his face seemed devoid of other expressions.
Professor Aisen opened his mouth, wanting to ask Professor Dumbledore why he was reviving an exceptionally dangerous competition, but then stopped. Forget it, let the Hogwarts Professors do as they please.
Anyway, it wasn't a big deal for Professor Aisen.
If it were the original plot, there's no doubt that Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Mad-Eye Moody, would be causing trouble. But now, not only has Barty Crouch Jr.been interfered with by Professor Aisen and imprisoned early, but the Professor of Defense Against the Blackmagic—Conquering Dark Magic—has also become Sirius Black.
So, this coming year, it seems Professor Aisen can just lie back and relax.
No—
He still needed to develop a Charm for super hearing. Besides that, the research on the Nameless Sleep Spellcouldn't stop. Of course, research into a side-effect-free version of the Horcrux also had to continue...
Roughly speaking, Professor Aisen still had quite a bit to do.
"Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons and her students will be staying in a carriage. I think it's a very reasonable arrangement to place them near the edge of the Forbidden Forest," Professor McGonagall said, looking at Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes, Professor Aisen, what do you think?" Professor Dumbledore nodded and suddenly asked ProfessorAisen.
"Ah— oh—" Professor Aisen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement with Professor McGonagall's suggestion. "Professor McGonagall's suggestion is very appropriate. Placing them at the edge of the Forbidden Forest will also allow Hagrid to host them!"
Professor Dumbledore looked at Professor Aisen in surprise, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"The Durmstrang people will arrive by ship, so arranging for them to stay by the Black Lake will be fine," Professor McGonagall continued, pursing her lips.
"Then, let's arrange it this way. Do you have any other opinions?" Professor Dumbledore looked around, at Professor Aisen, Professor Snape, Sirius Black, and the others.
However, this reception plan was indeed very reasonable, so everyone, including Professor Aisen, had no objections.
Time passed slowly, and as it approached eleven o'clock, the Professors left one after another.
"How is Buckbeak doing? He should have settled in at your place by now," Professor Aisen said casually when only he and Sirius Black were left in the Great Hall.
"He's doing well, I think he likes it there," Black said with a smile. "However, having to cast the Shrinking Charm on him every three days feels a bit troublesome—"
"He doesn't like that?" Professor Aisen looked over in surprise. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. It's because the Ministry of Magic is still looking for him."
"Harry even wrote to ask about him. You can tell Harry is very concerned about Buckbeak," Black nodded and was silent for a moment, then his tone became lighter.
"They're friends! By the way—" Professor Aisen raised an eyebrow and looked at Black, saying softly, "Did Harrynot mention what happened at the Quidditch World Cup?"
"He mentioned some things, and I read about it in the newspaper too!" Black nodded, then opened his mouth as if to say something, but a conflicted look appeared on his face.
"What's wrong?" Professor Aisen looked at him in surprise.
"It's good that Harry is alright!" Black shook his head slightly, and when he spoke of Harry, his eyes showed tenderness.
It seemed Black had something on his mind and didn't want to talk much about the disturbance at the Quidditch World Cup. But Professor Aisen didn't mind, reaching out and patting him directly on the shoulder.
"Of course he's alright, I was with him then!" ProfessorAisen said, then changed his tone. "By the way, with the new school year starting, how are your preparations for the Conquering Dark Magic class going?"
"I think it will be an unforgettable experience for Harryand the others!" Saying this, a smile appeared on Black's face.
Alright, as long as you're happy! Seeing his attitude, Professor Aisen could only think inwardly.
After chatting with Sirius Black for a while, ProfessorAisen also left.
Sitting in the chair in his office, Professor Aisen looked out the window, lost in thought.
School was about to start. Professor Aisen knew from his conversation with the Trio at Weasley's Wizard Wheezesthat Harry had been maintaining his Firebolt in the days before school started.
Clearly, after watching the high-level match at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry was eager to have a high-level match at school.
Ron and Hermione seemed to have encouraged Harry as well.
However, he would likely be disappointed after the new school year began. Because of the Triwizard Tournament, Quidditch matches would be cancelled for the entire year.
Tsk tsk, the thought of Harry pulling a long face then made Professor Aisen find it quite amusing.
However, speaking of the Quidditch World Cup, Professor Aisen suddenly remembered that Viktor Krum, who competed for the Quidditch World Cup champion with Bulgaria, was apparently a student at DurmstrangInstitute.
Good heavens, speaking of this, Professor Aisen suddenly realized that Krum was already a member of the Bulgarian National Quidditch team.
In comparison, although Harry was also the Seeker for Gryffindor, he was still quite far from joining the national team.
It's just, Harry loved Quidditch so much, why did he become an Auror for the Ministry of Magic after graduation? After thinking for a long time, ProfessorAisen could only attribute it to Harry preferring the job of an Auror a bit more.
However, in this fourth year, Voldemort hasn't resurrected, and there's no Peter Pettigrew or Barty Crouch Jr. causing trouble, so wouldn't the Triwizard Tournament be able to proceed smoothly?
Hmm—
If no one causes trouble, then Harry will just be a bystander like him, watching the other champions compete for the fire goblet. This also means that, barring any accidents, the Trio won't have a chance to get into trouble during this time.
So, who will win in the end? Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, or Viktor Krum?
After thinking for a long time, Professor Aisen finally shook his head.
Because if the plot developed normally, Professor Aisencouldn't say who would win in the end. After all, these three all had their own advantages and disadvantages. So who would ultimately win would depend on how the plot developed.
Chapter 239: Dumbledore's Assignment
Early the next morning, as Aisen was leisurely enjoying the delicacies in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, he was suddenly summoned to Professor Dumbledore's office.
This struck Aisen as odd.
This was because Professor McGonagall was essentially in charge of arranging and handling the reception of the teachers and students from Beauxbatons Academy of magic and Durmstrang Institute.
Moreover, the procedures for the arrangements had already been planned.
So, why was Professor Dumbledore suddenly looking for him?
In the Headmaster's office, Aisen voiced his question.
"Aisen, I need you to go to King's Cross Station and travel here with the students on the Hogwarts Express," Professor Dumbledore calmly instructed.
"You mean you want me to board the train with the students at Platform 9 3/4 and escort them to Hogwarts?" Aisen looked at Professor Dumbledore in surprise.
Surely, that wasn't necessary.
Whether it was the older students or the new first-years, the route from King's Cross Station, entering Platform 9 3/4, boarding the train, and finally arriving at Hogwartswas absolutely problem-free.
"That's right, such a major incident occurred at the Quidditch World Cup, which put the Ministry of Magic in a very passive position!" Professor Dumbledore nodded slowly, then continued, "Fortunately, the perpetrators have all been apprehended. However, Cornelius believes that perhaps some Death Eaters who weren't involved are still hiding in the shadows—"
"So, he's worried that those Death Eaters hiding in the shadows might attack the Hogwarts Express and the students?" Aisen said, the short, stout figure of Cornelius Fudge appearing in his mind.
"I think that possibility is very small, but he believes we shouldn't relax and that it's necessary to strengthen the efforts to search for Death Eaters," Professor Dumbledore said lightly.
"He thinks a Hogwarts Professor is needed to escort the students?" Aisen said thoughtfully, slowly nodding his head.
"The Ministry of Magic has dispatched some Aurors to temporarily act as guards outside King's Cross Station, and a Professor is needed to meet them at the platform. I think you're very suitable—" Professor Dumbledoreglanced at Aisen, a smile on his face.
"Alright, no problem, when should I go?" Aisen pondered for a moment before deciding to follow Professor Dumbledore's assignment. After all, it wasn't a big deal.
"I think you can leave now. Some students won't wait until eleven o'clock to board the train!" Professor Dumbledore gestured towards Aisen.
Waving his hand, Aisen said nothing and simply got up and left.
...
At King's Cross Station, after casting a Muggle-Repelling Charm on himself, Aisen emerged directly from the wall at Platform 9 3/4.
Outside, people were coming and going, looking particularly lively. But where Aisen was, no one noticed him.
Subsequently, Aisen noticed two people dressed in strange clothes standing opposite him. After he emerged, those two individuals walked straight towards him.
"I am a Professor from Hogwarts, and you are—" Although he had a guess, Aisen still asked as usual.
"We are Ministry of Magic personnel, dealing with incidents that might cause suspicion among Muggles. Hogwarts is starting today, and we are here to protect the students coming to school from security threats."
Perhaps thinking that Aisen was a Professor from Hogwarts, the two Ministry of Magic personnel were very polite.
"May I see your identification?" Aisen wasn't so polite. He immediately pulled out his wand and was about to check their identification.
He didn't have any other thoughts, mainly just wanting to appear more "cautious." After Aisen pulled out his wand and finished speaking, he stared intently at the two of them.
The two exchanged glances, seemingly not blaming Aisen's actions. Then, they pulled out their identification from their pockets. Aisen checked it briefly. Alright, they were indeed Ministry of Magic personnel.
"You do your job here, I'll go over there to meet the students!" Aisen returned their identification and pointed to the wall behind him.
"Alright, Professor!" Aisen couldn't shake the feeling that they were being overly polite, though he wasn't sure if it was his imagination.
Aisen nodded without speaking. After activating his God's Perspective and finding no anomalies, he returned to his normal perspective. Then, he passed through the barrier in the wall and returned to Platform 9 3/4.
Looking at the steam train stopped on the tracks next to the platform, Aisen turned and walked to another corner of the platform, leaning against the wall and waiting quietly.
Time slowly passed. Between approximately nine and ten o'clock, Little Wizards who were new students, accompanied by their parents, passed through the barrier to the platform and then boarded the train parked nearby.
"It's almost time for the train to leave, Mom, you should go back now!" A Little Witch who looked like a new student showed an impatient expression, seemingly eager to experience the journey to Hogwarts alone.
"Don't lie to me, the train doesn't leave until eleven o'clock!" Clearly, the Little Witch's lie was a bit clumsy.
However, after some conversation, the Little Witch still got on the train alone as she wished. Then, after she waved, her mother turned and passed through the barrier of Platform 9 3/4 and left.
Subsequently, familiar figures arrived at the platform and then boarded the train. For example, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hanna Abbott, and so on.
Surprisingly, they didn't come alone but were brought by their parents.
However, Aisen soon understood why this was the case. It was simply because the Ministry of Magic had dispatched some employees to guard King's Cross Station.
Those parents also understood that although the Death Eaters who caused trouble at the Quidditch World Cuphad been caught, there were still many Death Eaters hiding in the shadows. Therefore, sending their children to school was a matter of course.
Figures kept appearing, gradually filling the carriages of the train. As eleven o'clock approached, Fred and Georgewere the first to appear on the platform.
"Fred, George, you're here?" As it was getting close to departure time, Aisen stood up from the other corner and walked out, waving to them.
"Professor Aisen, what are you doing here?" The two looked at Aisen in surprise.
"Escorting you safely to Hogwarts!" Aisen said casually, and Fred and George showed expressions of sudden realization. Clearly, the Ministry of Magic personnel guarding on the other side had made them understand what was going on.
Before they could continue speaking, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and others appeared one after another. Immediately after, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur also appeared on the platform.
"Ha, Professor Aisen!" Molly exclaimed in surprise, then waved to the children, "Alright, with Professor Aisenwatching over you, we're very relieved. Children, go with him and board the train!"
"Aisen, please," Arthur said with a smile to Aisen.
"You're too kind, Professor Dumbledore sent me here specifically to escort them," Aisen said with a slight smile.
"Professor Dumbledore? Is it because of what happened at the Quidditch World Cup?" Harry couldn't help but speak up, "I saw Ministry of Magic personnel over there—"
Harry was wearing jeans and a sweater, and the others were also dressed casually, not looking very formal. They were probably planning to change into their school robes on the Hogwarts Express.
"That's right. Although I don't think you'll be in any danger, everyone thinks it's better to be cautious," Aisenshrugged.
"Alright, I have things to do at the Ministry and must leave now! Children, I wish you all the best this semester!" Arthur said with a wave, and without bothering with anything else, he immediately Apparated away.
Aisen boarded the train first, followed by Harry and the others.
As the new term began, many owls would also travel with the students to Hogwarts because there were many new students enrolling. Therefore, the entire train was quite noisy with the calls of owls.
After entering a carriage of the train, everyone chose their seats and sat down. Closest to the window on the inside, Hermione sat on one side, followed by Aisen, and outside, Fred and George squeezed together.
Opposite Hermione was Ginny, then Ginny sat next to Ron, and Harry sat opposite Fred.
Hiss—
At eleven o'clock, the sound of the engine pistons started, and the train slowly began to move.
Chapter 240: The Train is Running
After the train slowly started moving, the weather outside suddenly changed.
Before they knew it, dark clouds covered the sky, and then dense raindrops fell, making a pattering sound as they hit the window glass.
As the raindrops soaked the glass, the scenery outside the window became blurred, but everyone was in good spirits.
"Ginny, earlier on the way, why did Charlie say he would see everyone soon?" Fred seemed to remember something and suddenly asked.
"That's right, Bill also said that this year would be very interesting for us!" George put his arm around Fred's shoulder, eager to know what had happened.
"Ginny definitely doesn't know--" Ron pursed his lips, "Charlie, Bill, and Percy--I'm sure Mum and Dad know something too, but they insist on keeping it from us!"
"Professor Aisen, do you know what's going to happen?" Hermione nudged Aisen's arm and suddenly asked. Then, everyone's eyes turned to Aisen.
"Oh? Did they tell you something?" Aisen looked at Hermione, then at Fred and George, Ron and Ginny.
Afterward, Fred, George, and Ron started talking all at once. After listening, Aisen suddenly understood. What had happened was simply the cancellation of Quidditchgames at Hogwarts this school year and the charter for holding the Triwizard Tournament.
However, whether it was the Weasleys or Charlie and Bill, they had only been vague in front of Fred, George, and Ron.
Seeing their family members' strange reactions, Fred, George, and Ron were particularly interested in what was going to happen.
"Yes, I know a little, but--" Aisen said, and seeing everyone looking expectant, his tone suddenly changed, "I think Professor Dumbledore will definitely tell you. Don't worry, you'll probably know tonight!"
Hermione puffed out her cheeks, looking out the window as if she didn't want to talk to Aisen anymore.
The others were stunned for a moment but didn't continue to press, and the compartment fell silent for a while.
Hoo~~~hoo~~~
A slightly harsh sound rang out, and Ron pulled a purple robe with patterns out of his trunk and draped it over the owl cage.
"Is that your robe?" Aisen looked at the slightly flamboyant robe and asked Ron in surprise.
"I don't know what the school is thinking, why would they require students to bring formal robes--" Ron's face turned red, his tone full of annoyance.
"Maybe the school will make us all dance at the Welcome Feast!" Fred said with a grin.
"That's right, everyone will envy you then." Georgechimed in, seemingly eager to see Ron dancing in that robe in public.
"Can you two be quiet!" A voice suddenly came from a distance, making the compartment Aisen was in quiet down.
"Shh--" Hermione pointed in the direction of the next compartment and whispered, "It's Malfoy and them!"
"Ha--, Malfoy is going to be miserable!" Speaking of Malfoy, Ron wasn't out of breath anymore, nor was his face red, "His father was caught by the Ministry of Magicand is about to be put on trial! Let's see if he'll still be so arrogant at school after this!"
"His father should have been caught a long time ago!" Harry suddenly expressed his opinion, "I heard his father used to say he was under the Imperius Curse to escape punishment from the Ministry of Magic."
"Of course, nobody likes their family!" Fred and Georgeboth nodded in agreement.
"We're not afraid of Malfoy. Before the holidays, Hermione even slapped Malfoy." Ron pursed his lips.
Hearing Ron suddenly bring this up, Hermione secretly glanced at Aisen, and her face turned slightly red.
"That's right, if Ron and I hadn't stopped her, Malfoywould have been in the hospital wing long ago!" Harryagreed seriously, "But Malfoy is like a fly, so annoying."
"That's for sure, it's as if everyone should tolerate them, they're really rotten! They should go to DurmstrangInstitute for magic instead!" When Malfoy was mentioned, everyone seemed to have a common topic, and even Hermione couldn't help but speak up.
"Durmstrang Institute for magic?" Harry looked at Hermione in surprise.
"Mmm, it's a school with a bad reputation." Hermione's face showed a look of distaste, "According to the 'Evaluation of European Magical Education', this school places great emphasis on Black magic."
"I think I've heard of it, where is it? Which country?" Ronfrowned, his voice a little indistinct.
"Nobody knows where it is!" Hermione raised an eyebrow, looking at Ron with a strange expression.
"Why doesn't anyone know where it is?" Harry asked in surprise.
"It's hidden by magic, just like Hogwarts. Although it's a large Castle, it's been charmed with Muggle-Repelling Charms and other spells, so to Muggles, it looks like ruins. Durmstrang Institute for magic is the same!" Hermioneshrugged.
"Harry, do you think Malfoy's father will be sent to Azkaban?" Ron looked at Harry, a hint of anticipation on his face.
"I don't know, but I think it's very likely." Harry said calmly, "You know, they caused too much trouble at the Quidditch World Cup, the papers have been talking about it constantly these days."
"If Minister Fudge wants to quell public opinion, he definitely won't let Lucius and them off easily!" Fred on the side said confidently.
"That's right, even Barty Crouch is going to be put on trial, maybe he'll be sent to Azkaban too." George chimed in with a grin.
"Hey, Harry, Malfoy definitely won't dare to be so arrogant at school this year, we should teach him a good lesson in the Quidditch game then." Ron said excitedly.
"Without his dad backing him up, I think Malfoy might even quit the Slytherin Quidditch team." Harry suddenly thought of a possibility.
"That does seem possible." Ron's face froze, showing a look of conflict. He seemed regretful that he might not be able to mess with Malfoy.
"Oh, right, how is Percy? Haven't seen him for days!" Ginny, who had been quiet on the side, suddenly spoke.
"Uh--, you know, Barty Crouch made a big mistake and might fall from power." Fred shrugged, "Percy was Barty Crouch's man, he'll probably be implicated and investigated by the Ministry of Magic--"
"Maybe Percy is being investigated by the Ministry of Magic these days, he might be assigned to be a maintenance worker for the Ministry of Magic's toilet network--" George said, a gloating smile on his face.
"If that's the case, that would be terrible. When Percywas at school, his favorite book was 'How Prefects Gain Power'. With his 'officialdom fever', if he's really assigned to the lowest level job at the Ministry of Magic, I wonder if he'll be so angry he'll die." Ron said, the smile on his face gradually spreading.
"You never know!" Aisen suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention, "Maybe Percy will side with Minister Fudge--"
Fred and George were stunned, looked at each other for a while, and then seemed to think of something, showing looks of disbelief.
"Could Percy even replace Barty Crouch's position?" Then, this sentence blurted out of Fred's mouth.
"Impossible--" Ron's face showed a fleeting look of surprise, "Percy just entered the Ministry of Magic, he still has to wait several years if he wants to get promoted!"
"Who knows? We'll know in a while!" Fred and Georgenodded, then shook their heads and spread their hands.
Watching everyone talk, Aisen smiled and said nothing. After opening his God's Perspective, he took the entire train into view, watching its every move.
Although the probability of the train being attacked by Death Eaters was low, Aisen still needed to pay more attention to it.
Last year, due to Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic sent Dementors with the train, causing a certain degree of chaos.
It was reasonable to strengthen some defensive work this year.
The train kept heading north, and the rain got heavier and heavier, falling more and more fiercely. Even though it was still broad daylight, due to the dark clouds covering the sky and the train windows being covered with steam, the carriage gradually became dim.
After the lanterns were lit, the inside of the train shone brightly.
At noon, Harry bought a lot of snacks and cakes from the food trolley and shared them with everyone. Afterward, familiar faces like Neville and Seamus came to visit them one after another.
As Aisen expected, the topic of conversation when the group got together was still what happened at the Quidditch World Cup. They excitedly discussed the tactics and skills of Ireland and Bulgaria in the Quidditch World Cup match.
Similarly, a large part of their energy was focused on the riot. When talking about Malfoy's father, Lucius, they almost all showed expressions of schadenfreude.
Seeing this scene, Aisen didn't know what to say. All he could say was that Malfoy was used to being arrogant at school, and his popularity was indeed terrible.
However, the opposition between Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't seem to be a one or two day thing. Thinking of this, Aisen suddenly found it strange, why would Hogwarts allow this form of opposition to exist all the time?
Chapter 241: The Atmosphere Is Brewing
Recalling the little details about the students from each house at Hogwarts, Aisen couldn't help but fall into contemplation.
As for the opposition between Gryffindor and Slytherin, saying it's because the disagreements between the founders Slytherin and Gryffindor have continued to this day, Aisen felt it shouldn't be the case.
After all, Slytherin had disagreements with the other three founders. But disagreement was just a difference in philosophy, not that their relationship would go directly from disagreement to opposition.
Or perhaps, when the founders were still around, they could control their respective philosophies. But after the founders were gone, the so-called philosophical differences gradually evolved into a limitation based on the inherent impressions of later generations?
It's like people's impression of Slytherin is that it produces Dark Wizard.
Knowing that Slytherin produces Dark Wizard, the Little Wizards entering other houses at Hogwarts naturally place them on the opposing side.
Thinking this, Aisen showed a thoughtful expression.
"Hey, Fred, George, come over quickly!"
A boy from Hufflepuff happily burst into the compartment and pulled Fred and George away. Aisen noticed it was someone named Cadwallader, who seemed to have basically no presence.
The Weasley Twins followed the other person out of the compartment with smiles.
Last year, the Weasley Twins barely passed their O.W.Ls, and this year they can basically play around for another whole year.
Year after year, new students enter Hogwarts. Similarly, graduates leave Hogwarts every year. For example, Percy Weasley, and Oliver Wood, and so on.
However, the students who graduate each year have their own career plans. Some enter the Ministry of Magic, some become professional Quidditch players, some become Professor, some write and publish books themselves, etc., but there are coincidentally no very high-end professions.
For example, positions similar to scientists in the Muggle World.
The reason for saying this is mainly because Aisen feels that the Witch living in the Wizarding World seem particularly comfortable. Aside from Dark Wizard like Voldemort causing trouble, there aren't people who deeply research the essence of magic or reveal the truth of the world.
Perhaps saying this isn't entirely accurate, but whether it's Nicolas Flamel or Dumbledore, the actions of such master figures are very puzzling.
Okay, Nicolas Flamel is a remarkable figure, able to refine the Philosopher's Stone to achieve Immortality. But it seems that since he refined the Philosopher's Stone, he hasn't had any significant achievements.
What about Dumbledore? His strength is indeed powerful enough, but what achievements does he have? Discovering the twelve uses of Hungarian Horntail Dragon blood?
Honestly, if viewed from another perspective, Aisenbelieves Nicolas Flamel should have deeply researched Alchemy. Not to say he should single-handedly elevate the entire Wizarding World's Alchemy to an extremely exaggerated level, but at least reach a level where Alchemy is deified.
But Aisen doesn't know much about what Nicolas Flameldid. Everyone's impression of him is just that he successfully refined the Philosopher's Stone and lived for over six hundred years, and that's it.
What about Dumbledore? Defeating Grindelwald made him famous, once becoming the greatest Witch of his time. But he chose to become a Professor at Hogwarts.
Of course, that was Dumbledore's personal choice, and Aisen has no reason to judge the right or wrong of his choice. However, if the Wizarding World doesn't have a group constantly researching magic, wouldn't the Wizarding World become stagnant?
For example, the Floo Powder used by families in the Wizarding World now. This thing was invented in the twelfth century. However, it is still a very mainstream mode of transportation in the Wizarding World to this day.
Another example is the book "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi." It is a work from over six hundred years ago. Although it was written by a former Headmaster in Hogwarts' history, it is still a textbook at Hogwarts today.
After a brief understanding, one will find that if the Wizarding World didn't have Dark Wizard causing trouble, it would truly be too comfortable. So comfortable that everyone lacks the idea of "progress."
Everyone lives life in an orderly fashion. Children have magic outbursts, well, send them to Hogwarts or other magic schools, and then study Charm and other knowledge to control their magic.
After graduation, find a job to earn money and support the family. It's strange, a group of people who understand magic actually have to rush around for daily life.
After thinking for a long time, Aisen could only think of one possibility. That is, magic is truly too convenient and too buggy. Take Floo Powder, for example. After this thing was invented hundreds of years ago, if a Witch wanted to go somewhere, they just needed to use Floo Powder and call out a place.
Its invention seemed to have instantly solved the urgent needs of Witch. Even after several hundred years, it has not been eliminated by the times. Or rather, Witch didn't need to improve it.
If it were in the Muggle World, if an ancient person had invented a method of instant transportation, then perhaps this method of transportation could not be eliminated in the future either.
This - can only be said, as expected of magic!
Aisen, somewhat speechless, shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore.
As someone from a Muggle background, he had his previous way of thinking, giving him a natural advantage in exploring magic. But when thinking about other problems in the entire Wizarding World, perhaps there were also some limitations in perspective.
"Professor Aisen, is something wrong?" Hermione, sitting beside him, saw Aisen suddenly shaking his head and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Oh, nothing, just thinking about some past things." Seeing that Harry had also looked over, Aisen said nonchalantly, "By the way, where did Ron go?"
Hermione was sitting next to him, and across from them, besides Harry, only Ginny was sitting there. Ron had disappeared from the compartment while Aisen's attention was elsewhere.
Neville, Seamus, and others who had come together earlier had also left.
"He went to another compartment with Neville and them. They're going to discuss what happened at the Quidditch World Cup next to Malfoy's compartment!" Harryscratched his head and calmly stated Ron's plan.
"Provoking Malfoy?" Aisen said in surprise, shifting his gaze directly to the compartment next to Malfoy's.
He saw Ron, Seamus, Dean, and others talking loudly. They deliberately stayed close to Malfoy's compartment, as if wanting to make sure the other party could hear them.
Shifting his gaze, Aisen noticed Malfoy frowning tightly, occasionally glancing at the next compartment, his eyes burning with anger, and he even pulled out his wand.
"Ron said he wanted to teach Malfoy and them a good lesson. Seamus, Dean, and the others agreed," Hermionesaid with a smile.
"A lesson?" Aisen looked at the actions of Ron's group and Malfoy's group, a wry smile on his face. So the 'lesson' Ron was talking about was to stand next door and annoy them by talking.
Alright, Aisen had to admit, with Ron doing this, Malfoywould probably have to keep a low profile this semester. After all, Malfoy used to dare to cause trouble at school because he had his father backing him.
But now that his father was in trouble, he no longer had the confidence to be arrogant.
In fact, Aisen suspected that the reason Ron was being so annoying was to provoke the other party, and then defeat them through legitimate means. After all, ever since Harryswept through the Slytherin Quidditch team members, Ron should have had a rough assessment of his own strength.
Ron was still arguing about something with the others. Seeing his face flushed, it seemed like he was really arguing about whether Krum should have caught the golden snitch when he was one hundred and sixty points behind.
But the way he occasionally slammed the compartment made Aisen sigh, Ron had also become much more cunning.
Perhaps unable to stand it any longer, Aisen noticed Malfoy tapping his wand on the ears of himself and his companions Crabbe and Goyle, muttering something, and then leaned back in his seat, his frown relaxing.
This is - Muffliato?
Then Ron miscalculated!
However, Malfoy's choice was actually the most correct. Because it wasn't just Ron and Seamus who were discussing how his father had tormented a Muggle family at the Quidditch World Cup, basically all the Little Wizards were discussing this matter.
So, casting a spell on himself to prevent hearing any sounds was also a wise choice.
After all, the atmosphere brewing throughout the train was indeed not very friendly towards him.
Fortunately, usually at Hogwarts, Malfoy was just arrogant and annoying, and never actually physically bullied anyone. Otherwise, at this moment, people wouldn't just want to ignore him, but would want to beat him up.
Chapter 242: Return to School
"Malfoy is quite annoying!" Harry said, a hint of annoyance on his face. If he had to pick the most annoying person at Hogwarts, Harry would definitely rank Malfoyin the top two.
"Exactly, nobody likes him!" Hermione nodded, her face showing expressions of contempt and disdain.
Speaking of which, Hermione had even slapped Malfoyonce. Well, it seems that in the Trio's eyes, Malfoy's annoying level is definitely among the highest.
Clang—
The compartment door opened, and two figures walked in, grinning.
"What were you two up to?" Seeing their cheerful demeanor, Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Someone got Cedric's holiday homework and wanted us to work on it together!" Fred spoke first, glancing at Aisenas he did, then winked at Harry.
"Work on it together—" Harry's eyes widened, looking back and forth between Fred and George several times.
"He said he wanted to finish it before the train reached school—" George suddenly sighed.
"But what he didn't know was—" Fred picked up where George left off.
"We'd already finished our holiday homework!" George's face showed a smug expression.
"That's right, we are genius students who aced our O.W.Ls!" Fred winked, saying it in an exaggerated tone.
The Weasley Twins immediately burst into laughter.
Seeing their attitude, everyone in the seats, including Aisen, couldn't help but roll their eyes.
As for the twins' grades, if they hadn't focused and worked hard before the exams, Aisen was certain they wouldn't have passed the O.W.Ls.
After all, their talent had always been in pranks. And they were willing to spend a lot of time on pranks.
Hermione turned her attention back to 'Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4'. Aisen saw that she was studying the part about the Summoning Charm.
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Rumble—
Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and the rain poured down even harder. Although it rained heavily for many days each year at Hogwarts, today's heavy rain still made them a little worried.
Aisen, however, didn't pay much attention to this.
The sky gradually darkened, and as the Hogwarts Express slowed down, Harry, Hermione, and the others changed into their school robes, preparing to get off.
Many people were noisy and crowded towards the station. Aisen was the last one.
Only after all the Little Wizards had gotten off the train did Aisen slowly step down.
In the pouring rain, most of the Little Wizards were basically looking down. The raindrops were so fast and fierce, gathering and pouring down on them, as if water was being directly splashed on them.
But Aisen was completely unaffected by this. Because even without using any magical means, the torrential rain had no effect on him. After all, Aisen had magical effects like waterproofing and fireproofing solidified on his body.
"Hello, Hagrid!" Harry, walking ahead, suddenly shouted.
"Hello, Harry!" Hagrid's rough voice rang out. Clearly, as usual, Hagrid was going to take the newly enrolled first-year Little Wizards across the Black Lake by boat to the school.
"Oh! I can't believe they have to cross the lake by boat in this weather." Hermione shivered, instinctively pulling her head back.
Aisen stopped at the station, watching the Little Wizardsget into the small boats one by one and sail away, while the other students took the carriages parked outside the station and set off along the path.
Within the range of God's Perspective, when no one was paying attention to this side, Aisen flashed directly to the Castle entrance.
Upon entering the entrance hall, Aisen found that Peeveswas causing a small disturbance.
"Peeves, get down here!" Professor McGonagall roared loudly, as if Peeves had done something outrageous.
"I didn't do anything, anyway they're already wet, right? So, what does it matter if they get a little wetter?" Peevesshowed an exaggerated smile and simultaneously threw down a water balloon.
Several fifth-year girls screamed and rushed into the Great Hall. Even the Savior Trio were nearly affected and glared angrily at Peeves.
Peeves, huh—
Aisen smiled watching this scene. He suddenly thought that Peeves was also best at pranks, so wouldn't Fredand George have a lot in common with Peeves!
"Peeves, I'm going to call the Headmaster! I'm warning you—" Professor McGonagall shouted loudly.
Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw a few water balloons into the air to burst, then cackled weirdly and hid to the side.
"Good evening, Professor McGonagall!" Aisen stepped forward and greeted her.
"Good evening, Professor Aisen, your task is complete, everyone is inside waiting for you," Professor McGonagallsaid sternly, nodding.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Aisen found that the new term feast, apart from the special decorations, hadn't changed much from usual.
It was just as magnificent and grand, with many candles floating in the air. The four long tables were gradually filled with chattering students. After walking directly to the Professor's table and sitting down, Aisen greeted Dumbledore, Hagrid, and the others.
"Is that—Sirius?" Fred's surprised voice rang out.
Subsequently, many Little Wizards looked in surprise at Sirius Black at the Professor's table.
Although Harry, Ron, and Hermione had already learned from Aisen that Black would be coming to Hogwarts to teach, they were still quite surprised to see him actually sitting at the Professor's table at this moment.
Many people were chattering as they looked at Sirius Black. Clearly, most students were very surprised that he could appear at the Professor's table.
Turning his head, Black sat solemnly beside Professor Flitwick. When Aisen looked over, the other man also smiled and nodded at him.
Compared to before, Black looked much more formal now. It was clear that he took his role as a Hogwarts Professorquite seriously.
The Little Wizards sitting at the four long tables were initially surprised that Black could appear at the Professor's table. Afterwards, their attention was drawn to the first-year students who were arriving one after another, standing beside and following behind Professor McGonagall.
All of them looked as if they were going to battle, showing various expressions of anxiety and fear. Clearly, this was a traditional quirky custom passed down at Hogwarts.
Glancing at the stern faces of the Professors around him, Aisen cooperatively put on a serious expression.
The reason for this was probably because the HogwartsProfessors had ample experience. Those new students were not very easy to manage, and perhaps intimidating them with a stern face would lead to better educational results.
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The sorting ceremony was no different from previous years. The stern Professors watched from above, surrounded by rows of enthusiastic yet polite older students.
Under everyone's gaze, the Little Wizards nervously put on the Sorting Hat one by one, and then were sorted into their respective Houses by the Sorting Hat.
Watching these Little Wizards being sorted into their respective Houses, Aisen couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
If there was anything problematic, Aisen really felt that some things were worth the Hogwarts Professors thinking about. For example, the issue of preschool education for Little Wizards before they turn 11.
Thinking about it carefully, it really was like that. Because before entering Hogwarts, the education among Little Wizards varied greatly.
Like Hermione and Harry, who came from Mugglefamilies or grew up in Muggle families, they attended primary school in Muggle society. Clearly, after entering Hogwarts, due to their different way of thinking, their academic performance usually improved particularly quickly.
As for other Witch families, like the Weasley family, their educational methods were quite unconventional. They usually completed their early education directly within their own families.
Uh, or rather, it was simply a purely joyful learning method. As for how much they learned, it entirely depended on how the parents taught. Wealthy Witch families like the Malfoy family might have a more systematic education.
But families like the Weasley family might have a much lower level of education.
Therefore, when first-year students entered Hogwarts, the gap between them was actually very obvious. But unfortunately, it seemed that Hogwarts never cared about these things.
Just as Aisen's thoughts were drifting, the school's sorting ceremony had ended.
The Sorting Hat didn't cause any trouble this year, nor was there any hat-related awkwardness. After all the students were successfully seated at their respective House tables, Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat away.
Chapter 243: The Headmaster Says: No Quidditch This Year
After the Sorting Ceremony, the Little Wizards started chattering and laughing.
Many were discussing what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, and some were discussing Sirius Blackbecoming a Professor at Hogwarts.
Of course, unlike the other houses, at the Slytherin house table, everyone looked as if they were owed a large sum of Galleons, with very little laughter.
Thinking about it, although Voldemort fell many years ago, the children of some Death Eaters who escaped punishment were not deprived of their right to attend school.
However, the arrests of some people's family members left some individuals disheartened.
In response, many students from other houses let out jeers. There was nothing they could do; this was the power of inherited enmity.
"The holiday is over, and honestly, I'm quite reluctant to see it go!" Professor Flitwick was in a talkative mood. "Especially this Quidditch World Cup, the events that transpired were truly unforgettable..."
"Indeed," Hagrid chimed in. "I really didn't expect those crazy blokes to make a move after the match. Fortunately, they were all caught!"
Once this topic was opened, the other Professors also started discussing it. After all, the Quidditch World Cuphad only ended a little over a week ago, but the events that occurred during it were too explosive.
"I heard the Ministry of Magic is going to put them on trial next month and is currently trying to extract more secrets from them!"
"Yes, the outside world has been practically under martial law recently. This year, when the Little Wizards enrolled, there were Ministry of Magic strike teams secretly protecting them."
"Alright!" Dumbledore stood up, his booming voice echoing throughout the Great Hall. "Now, I only have two words to say to you: tuck in!"
As Dumbledore's voice fell silent, the platters and empty dishes on the long tables were suddenly filled with food.
The enticing aroma drifted into his nose, and ProfessorAisen suddenly felt a surge of appetite. Well, he might as well focus on the food in front of him. The Professors stopped talking and began heartily enjoying the delicacies on their plates.
"What were you just thinking about, Professor Aisen!" Professor Flitwick poured pumpkin juice into his cup, took a sip, and asked casually.
"I was thinking that everyone might be particularly busy this year—" Professor Aisen spread his hands, immediately resonating with the other Professors.
In fact, that was true.
For Hogwarts this year, one major event was the Triwizard Tournament.
For example, communicating with the Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation, but Barty Crouch was imprisoned. This required Dumbledoreto communicate with the Ministry of Magic. In addition, communicating with the Department of Magical Games and Sports also required his handling.
As for communicating with the other two schools, Professor McGonagall would surely arrange it properly.
But besides that, as the host school, Hogwarts needed to prepare supplies in advance, manage logistics, arrange the competition venues, declare the magical creatures used for the tasks, and so on. Someone had to do these things. After all, they couldn't expect Professor McGonagall to do everything by herself.
After patting his forehead, Professor Aisen suddenly remembered something. That was the issue of the Triwizard Tournament participant slots.
It should be known that participating in the Triwizard Tournament required each of the three schools to produce one champion. The standard for selecting the champions was the fire goblet, an ancient magical artifact.
For example, individuals from each school would sign up by throwing a piece of paper with their name written on it into the fire goblet. Then, the fire goblet would select one person from each school to participate in the competition based on its own internal selection criteria.
But the problem was, it wasn't entirely fair.
It was normal for Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, and Viktor Krum to be chosen in the original story.
But its selection of Harry Potter meant it was easily susceptible to magical interference.
How to put it? Professor Aisen thought for a long time and could only conclude that no one had ever considered that someone would tamper with the fire goblet.
"Professor Aisen is right, but there's no need to worry too much. The Ministry of Magic will gradually send some staff to help."
"That's good, but we could arrange for some outstanding students to help—"
The Professors expressed their opinions, enjoying the delicious food while sharing their views.
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"Look, aren't the Professors having a great time chatting?"
At the Gryffindor table, the Weasley Twins picked up their spoons and tapped their plates, as if to play a wonderful piece of music. They waved their arms while chatting with their friends.
"Sirius Black is sitting up there, I'm sure he'll be teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"That's definitely it. Professor Lupin left us last term, and now there's only one Defense Against the Dark Artsposition vacant, isn't there?"
Listening to their friends' guesses, the Trio didn't correct them. Anyway, if nothing unexpected happened, Dumbledore would announce it soon.
"Harry, did Sirius tell you what he'll be teaching?" Ron's mouth was full of mashed potatoes, and he mumbled as he looked at Harry.
"No, he's been busy preparing, he didn't even go to the Quidditch World Cup. We'll find out then!" Harry shook his head, poking the chicken leg on his plate.
"Did you hear? Peeves caused a huge ruckus in the kitchens; we almost didn't get any food." Seamus on the side suddenly spoke up.
"Why did he do that?" Ron was particularly curious about this.
"I heard he wanted to attend the feast, but everyone disagreed, and The Bloody Baron also firmly disagreed. So, after sulking, he threw a tantrum in the kitchens, almost flipping the whole kitchen over and scaring the House-elves stiff—" Seamus whispered, as if afraid others would hear.
Clang—
Hermione knocked over the tall goblet in front of her, and the pumpkin juice inside spilled directly onto the tablecloth.
Harry and Ron watched Seamus with interest, eating and drinking heartily, and didn't pay much attention to the silent Hermione beside them.
"Alright." Just as everyone was about to finish the food on their plates, Dumbledore's voice rang out again. "Now that everyone has eaten and drunk their fill, I must ask for your attention. I have a few announcements to make!"
Everyone quieted down, looking at Dumbledore and waiting for him to speak.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to inform you that several items are now banned from the Castle this year. They are Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bouncing Boomerangs..."
As his voice fell, many Wizards looked dejected. Fred and George, in particular, looked as if they were in agony, gazing sorrowfully at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's mouth twitched slightly as he continued, "Furthermore, I must remind you again that the Forbidden Forest is off-limits to students. And the village of Hogsmeade is not to be visited by students below the third year."
This announcement was a school tradition, so everyone didn't have much of a reaction.
"Also, I am honored to introduce our new teacher—Sirius Black." Dumbledore paused, then continued, "He will be teaching a new course at Hogwarts—Conquering Dark Magic. As for the former Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, it will remain vacant!"
Sirius Black stood up and nodded to all the Little Wizards, then slowly sat down.
But apart from the Savior Trio and the newly enrolled first-year Little Wizards, everyone else was in an uproar.
"The school has a new course called Conquering Dark Magic? That's unbelievable!"
"Has Defense Against the Dark Arts been disbanded?"
"Probably, but Dumbledore said it would be left vacant—"
"Then the content for the O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts exams will have to change, won't it?"
"Perhaps the content learned won't change much!"
The Little Wizards chattered and discussed, each looking at Dumbledore in surprise, and then at Sirius Black sitting at the Professors' table.
However, regardless, the Little Wizards still applauded to show their welcome to Sirius Black. The applause from Gryffindor, especially from Harry and others, was particularly loud.
It was clear that they were genuinely happy for Blacktaking on the role of Conquering Dark Magic Professor.
Professor Aisen smiled as he watched this scene, finding nothing unexpected.
"Finally—" Dumbledore didn't let the Little Wizardsdiscuss for long before speaking again. "I must also regretfully inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not be held this year!"
"What?" Harry's mouth dropped open, revealing a shocked expression. He seemed unable to breathe, his breathing becoming rapid.
Chapter 244: The Headmaster Says: We're Having the Triwizard Tournament This Year
The moment Dumbledore's words fell, everyone was stunned.
This news instantly ignited the entire hall, one could say.
Because the Quidditch World Cup had just ended a week ago. Although there was a slight accident after the match, everyone was holding back, planning to go all out in the Quidditch matches. Who would have thought that Dumbledore would directly announce that they weren't playing anymore!
Harry turned to look at his Gryffindor Quidditchteammates – Fred and George Weasley. They were also staring at Dumbledore with wide, silent mouths, as if doing so could make Dumbledore retract what he had just said.
Professor Aisen noticed that no matter whether it was Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, the expressions on the faces of all the students had even stiffened. Their shocked expressions already showed their feelings.
In fact, Professor Aisen could basically understand the Little Wizards' reactions.
Because there were indeed too few forms of entertainment in the Wizarding World. It was rare that the entire Wizarding World, both adult and underage Witches, enjoyed the sport of Quidditch. As a result, Hogwarts even cancelled it.
In that case, how were the Little Wizards going to persevere through this school year?
"That's impossible--" Ron couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Why is this happening? I took such good care of my Firebolt during the holidays!" Harry seemed to have come back to his senses, and then, thinking of his Firebolt that he had carefully maintained during the holidays but now had no use for, he looked heartbroken.
For a moment, the discussion among the Little Wizardssounded like a roar, as if it was going to overturn the entire Great Hall.
"Alright, I have to say--" Dumbledore spread his hands and made a pressing motion, "The reason we are not playing Quidditch this year is because a major event will begin in October and continue throughout the entire school year.
This event will take up a lot of energy and time for the teachers, but I believe you will all get a lot of fun from it. To tell you all, this event has not been held for over a century. I am greatly honored to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament, a very exciting event, will be held at Hogwarts this year!"
"You're joking!" Fred Weasley shouted loudly.
"Ha, I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "But since you mentioned joking, I did hear a very interesting joke about..."
Seeing Dumbledore so interested, Professor McGonagallhad to clear her throat very loudly.
"Fred, George, is the Triwizard Tournament what Bill, Charlie, and Mum and Dad said was very interesting?" Ron seemed to remember something and looked at the two of them with a rapid voice.
"Charlie said he would see us soon, so were they talking about the Triwizard Tournament?" George's face showed a look of surprise.
Afterward, the few of them looked at each other.
"Professor Aisen said Dumbledore would tell us something, it's probably this!" Hermione nodded, saying, the expression on her face not so disappointed.
"Oh, it's not quite appropriate to talk about this now." Reminded by Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore stroked his beard with a slightly embarrassed look, and then continued with a smile, "The Triwizard Tournament... Oh, some of you may not know what this competition is all about.
So, please forgive those who are already familiar with the situation for my slightly lengthy explanation. I will allow them to let their minds wander for a bit."
Dumbledore said, pausing slightly in his tone. Seeing that no one said anything, he nodded with satisfaction.
Although Dumbledore said this, Professor Aisen noticed that most of the students were still very familiar with it. Except for students like Hermione and Harry who grew up in Muggle families, other students actually already knew what the Triwizard Tournament was all about.
It was understandable, after all, no matter how casual the family education in the Wizarding World was, they wouldn't ignore the Triwizard Tournament, this prestigious event.
The Triwizard Tournament originated about seven hundred years ago, hosted by the three largest magicschools in Europe. Besides Hogwarts, there were also Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
For all students at that time, this event was the best battlefield to gain glory. It had a long history, held every five years, and continued for six hundred years. However, the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted a century ago due to the excessively high death toll.
When some students who were not aware of the details heard Dumbledore mention the death toll while introducing the Triwizard Tournament, they were all very shocked.
Of course, most of the students who already knew the details were excitedly whispering to each other.
"Several attempts have been made to reinstate the Tournament over the centuries," Dumbledore continued with a smile, "but none have been successful.
However, our Ministry of Magic's Department of International Magical Cooperation and Department of Magical Games and Sports believe that the time is ripe for another attempt. We have done a lot of preparatory work this summer to ensure that every champion will not be in mortal danger."
Hearing this, Professor Aisen's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He felt that the efforts people made to restore the Triwizard Tournament were questionable. After all, as Dumbledore said, the death toll was a very important key point.
However, the timing of this Triwizard Tournament was just right. After all, such a big event happened at the Quidditch World Cup a while ago, and the Ministry of Magic would certainly want to divert the public's attention.
After scanning the students sitting at the long tables, Professor Aisen suppressed the urge to yawn, thinking about the selection of champions in his mind.
But after thinking for a long time, Professor Aisen had to admit the fact that Cedric was excellent enough. You know, in the year the Trio were in their fourth year, Cedricwas still a Six Grade student.
But yet, among all the Seven Grade students at Hogwarts School, he was surpassed by a Six Grade student, which was truly admirable.
The Little Wizards below were still enthusiastically discussing the Triwizard Tournament, as if they had all been chosen to be champions.
Then, Dumbledore on the stage announced that in October, people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrangwould come to Hogwarts, and the selection of champions would begin on Halloween.
When Dumbledore said that the final winner would receive a thousand Galleons, the entire Great Hallerupted.
"This is a great opportunity, George!" Fred said excitedly, his face glowing.
"That's right, we must participate!" George said in a low voice, also fantasizing about becoming the champion of Hogwarts.
At the tables of each house, people were watching Dumbledore with eager eyes, or whispering to their neighbors.
Watching the students below, Professor Aisen's mouth curled up slightly. Because he knew that Dumbledore had not finished speaking.
"However, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed to set an age limit for this year's competitors." Sure enough, Dumbledore continued with a smile.
Amidst the indignant looks of the Weasley Twins, Dumbledore announced the age limit: to sign up, one must be at least seventeen years old.
Not only Fred and George, but many students below also voiced their protests.
"This is unfair, this is discrimination--"
"Unbelievable, the school is excluding us!"
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"This measure is very necessary, because the tasks in the Tournament are still very difficult and dangerous!" Dumbledore seemed not to hear the Little Wizards' objections, "Therefore, if you are not seventeen years old, do not waste time applying."
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This age limit seemed very reasonable to ProfessorAisen. After all, the abilities of lower-grade students were indeed poor, and participating in the Triwizard Tournament would indeed be life-threatening.
However, speaking of the Trio's current strength, Professor Aisen felt that they should be able to handle the dangers of the Triwizard Tournament.
But obviously, rules are rules, and Dumbledore had no right to make an exception for Harry and the others.
Even though Dumbledore had made the restrictions very clear, the Little Wizards below were still very excited. They kept discussing the Triwizard Tournament and who would become the champion.
"Alright, it's getting late now, and it's very important for you to come to class tomorrow morning feeling refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed! Quickly!" Seeing the Little Wizards' excitement, Dumbledore deliberately paused for a minute, then waved his hand and said to everyone.
Everyone returned to their respective common rooms as the Headmaster had said. But it was clear that everyone was very excited; they were chattering and discussing what they would do if they won a thousand Galleons.
Dumbledore wanted the students to go to bed early, but obviously, many people would probably not be able to sleep tonight.
Chapter 245: Go Monitor Karkaroff
"The Triwizard Tournament, how exciting!"
"Yeah, plus one thousand Galleons, that's great—"
When the Little Wizards followed their Prefects back to their common rooms, they couldn't maintain order anymore. Or rather, they joined the heated discussion themselves.
After all, the Triwizard Tournament is indeed part of the legend. What could be more exciting than getting close to a legend? You know, this is an even more coveted legendary event than the Quidditch World Cup.
"They can't do that!" This was George Weasley's voice. His furious look showed he was extremely unhappy with the rules Dumbledore had announced.
"Exactly, we'll be seventeen next April, why won't they let us try!" Fred gritted his teeth fiercely, also looking extremely indignant.
"They can't stop us—" George's eyes darted around. "Once you're a Champion, you can do lots of things they usually don't let you do, plus there's a one thousand Galleon prize!"
"Yeah, a thousand Galleon prize!" Hearing Fred and George's conversation, Ron also looked dazed.
"Who do you think the judge who decides who the Champion is will be?" Harry said, his face beaming, though there wasn't much expression of disappointment.
"Don't know—" Fred shook his head. "But I think we can trick him, a bottle of Ageing Potion should do it."
"Doesn't Dumbledore know your age?" Ron looked at Fred with an expression like he was looking at an idiot.
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While the Little Wizards were still discussing the Triwizard Tournament, Aisen was directly called by Dumbledore. Afterwards, Aisen followed Dumbledore all the way to the Headmaster's office.
After entering the Headmaster's office, the layout inside was as usual. The portraits of past HogwartsHeadmasters on the wall seemed to be discussing the upcoming Triwizard Tournament as well.
But after Aisen and Dumbledore came in, they instantly fell silent.
"Alright, Headmaster, is there something you need?" Dumbledore sat behind his desk, while Aisen naturally sat beside him and asked.
"Oh, yes, it's something about the Triwizard Tournament—" Dumbledore said lightly, looking at Aisen with a smile.
Seeing Dumbledore's expression, Aisen's heart skipped a beat. Good heavens, Dumbledore couldn't be asking me to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, could he?
"You want me to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?" Aisen asked directly.
"Why would you think that?" Dumbledore's gaze towards Aisen became strange. "The Triwizard Tournament is jointly hosted by three schools, and only students can become Champions—"
"Cough, cough, I was just joking—" Aisen cleared his throat. "So, is there anything else you need to tell me about the Triwizard Tournament?"
"The Triwizard Tournament is jointly hosted by Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. How much do you know about Durmstrang?" Dumbledore nodded, not dwelling on Aisen's joke.
"Durmstrang?" Aisen said, pondering for a moment, then slowly continued, "I don't know much about it, only that it's one of the three largest magic schools in Europe.
At the same time, it's a school that particularly emphasizes Black magic in its curriculum. It's said they don't accept Muggle-born students—oh right, at the Quidditch World Cup, the Bulgaria Quidditch Seeker, Viktor Krum, is a student from Durmstrang."
"You're right, Durmstrang is indeed more open than other schools when it comes to Black magic education!" Dumbledore's tone was quite calm.
"So, is there a problem?" Aisen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"The Headmaster of Durmstrang, Igor Karkaroff, was once a Death Eater—" Dumbledore paused, and seeing Aisen's eyes flicker, he continued, "He was pursued by Alastor Moody for half a year back then and was eventually locked up in Azkaban.
Later, he made a deal with Barty Crouch, and after giving up several other Death Eaters, he was released from prison."
"So, he betrayed Voldemort?" Aisen interjected calmly.
Actually, Aisen had a general understanding of this point.
"Yes, after being pardoned, he became the Headmaster of Durmstrang, teaching students Black magic," Dumbledore nodded and said.
Aisen shrugged and said nothing, just looked at Dumbledore, waiting for him to continue.
"With the Triwizard Tournament being held, the Headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring their selected competitors, but he used to be a Death Eater, so I'm not at ease with him—" Dumbledorestopped here.
At this, Aisen almost couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Although he was a Death Eater before, he did betray Voldemort, which could be considered turning over a new leaf. Besides, he's a Headmaster now, the same level as you, Dumbledore, is there really a need to be so cautious!
"Professor McGonagall said before school started that Durmstrang would be stationed near the Black Lake. If that's the case, is there anything else that needs to be done?" Aisen tapped the table with his hand.
"I'd like you to keep an eye on Igor," Dumbledore said casually.
"You mean, you want me to monitor Igor Karkaroff?" Aisen's face showed a surprised expression.
"I originally wanted to invite Alastor, who once captured Igor, to keep an eye on him, but that might not be very friendly towards Durmstrang, so I thought of you—" Dumbledore nodded as if he hadn't seen Aisen's surprised expression.
Hearing this, Aisen recalled the original plot where Mad-Eye Moody was invited to take up the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.
Thinking of this, Aisen understood. So Dumbledoreinviting Moody had this underlying meaning.
Well, on one hand, Mad-Eye Moody had captured Karkaroff before, so having him watch Karkaroff is reasonable.
On the other hand, Mad-Eye Moody is considered one of the most formidable Aurors under the Ministry of Magic. His skills and methods are excellent, so having him teach the Little Wizards Defense Against the Dark Arts is indeed quite suitable. This is killing two birds with one stone.
However, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was left vacant, the curriculum changed to 'Defeating Black magic', and the Professor position was taken by Sirius Black first.
And the person watching Karkaroff became me?
Aisen frowned, about to refuse Dumbledore's arrangement.
You know, with Aisen's current strength, although he basically doesn't need to care whether his actions fit the style of a passerby anymore, being assigned such a task still feels a bit awkward.
However, before speaking, Aisen's brows relaxed again. Because he suddenly had a thought: Karkaroff, this guy, doesn't seem to have caused any trouble during the Triwizard Tournament.
It seems that after he found out Voldemort had returned, he simply abandoned the Durmstrang students and teachers and fled alone!
Looking at it this way, even if Aisen accepts the task assigned by Dumbledore, it doesn't seem like a big deal. He won't cause trouble anyway, right!
"Alright, I'll keep an eye on him once he arrives at Hogwarts!" After figuring this out, a smile spread across Aisen's lips, and then he nodded towards Dumbledore.
After the main business was discussed, Aisen planned to take his leave from Dumbledore. After all, it was quite late. However, before leaving, Aisen had a sudden idea and asked Dumbledore about whether the Trio would be allowed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
"No, Professor Aisen, the age limit for students participating in the Triwizard Tournament must be seventeen, this was jointly decided by the Ministry of Magic and the three schools. It would be too dangerous for Harry and them to participate!" Dumbledore said with a serious expression.
"I don't think it's that dangerous. Don't forget what happened on the Quidditch Pitch that day, Harry's strength is already far beyond those older students—" Aisen stood by the door and spread his hands.
"Yes, that's thanks to you, Professor Aisen, but I still have to say, rules are rules, we cannot break the rules that have already been set!" Dumbledore gave Aisen a deep look.
"Alright, it seems I was overthinking it," Aisen shook his head, and before leaving, he added meaningfully, "However, I don't think those students will be so well-behaved…"
"Professor Aisen, I have great confidence in our impartial judge!" Dumbledore smiled.
Aisen nodded, said nothing more, but turned and left Dumbledore's office.