"That was over a thousand years ago, and I was just being woven into shape."
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The Big Four all injected ideas into me;
From now on, it's up to me to choose and evaluate!
Okay, put me on your head,
I've never looked past it,
I want to take a look inside your head,
Find out which college you belong to! "
The Sorting Hat sang and praised hard, devoting all its strength to its annual grand performance. To be honest, the story was very vivid. It can be seen that it has done a lot for it in the past year. effort.
"It's time to start the new year's sorting. Those children are really scared."
Lupine was sitting at the table, smiling cheerfully. His mental state was much better than last year, and he had been able to integrate into the normal life of the school.
'Pull them down... These freshmen are scared, every professor here has an unshirkable responsibility...'
William complained even to himself - even pure-blood children would be concealed, and the traditional bad taste of this school could easily be imagined.
However, this did not affect the progress of the sorting at all. A group of soaked children went to the Sorting Hat tremblingly under the call of Professor McGonagall, and were then selected by the Sorting Hat into their respective houses.
Yes, pick and choose rather than self-select.
From the time of their establishment, the four colleges have followed the conditions of the college creators and sent students to the colleges.
A true all-round assessment, rather than pure distribution based on performance - if it weren't for the Sorting Hat, a referee who would never be bribed, William would have complained about this model of selecting students until dawn.
'In fact, it is also a master-disciple inheritance. Whether to accept several generations of disciples or not is still the rule of the four founders. Those who are not suitable for you are not allowed at all. In the final analysis, there is not much essential difference from the education I received. '
William was distracted while looking at the sorting. He had been studying the selection of the Triwizard Tournament these days. He even took the time to test all the professors in the school. When the Sorting Hat sang, his thoughts naturally drifted to these days. work.
'How to get the selection conditions for the Goblet of Fire right... People from the other two schools will come here at the end of October. The selection restrictions must be added two weeks before they come, so the total time is just over a month...'
The time process is now roughly determined. They will gather together at Hogwarts on October 30th, complete the selection of warriors on Halloween, and the first game will be held on November 24th, followed by February 24th of the following year. The second game will be held on June 24 of the following year.
Even though it was such a short date, he had consulted the previous holding time for half a day, then communicated with the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports of the Ministry of Magic, and then communicated with the school authorities of the other two schools. After several times, The communication was finalized.
Yes, it's just such nonsense - this kind of thing obviously cannot fall on the heads of the three principals. As for the vice principals, they are in charge of coordinating the allocation of manpower and assigning the work to the right people. The actual work is not done by the three parties. The professors who came out plus the staff of the two departments of the Ministry of Magic...
Take Hogwarts as an example. Although as the organizer, you don't need to consider how to select a list of students from the school to go to Hogwarts with, but when guests come, you have to prepare supplies, right? We can't rely solely on the other party's students to learn language on their own, right? How are you prepared to deal with conflicts that may arise in subsequent communications?
This is only one aspect - if you rely entirely on Professor McGonagall, the competition will turn into a mess...
Arrangement of the competition venue, declaration and acceptance of various assessment animals, layout of the venue, purchase of necessary competition materials, accommodation and meals for referees and staff, security during the competition...
Which of these tasks are not allowed to be done, which ones are short of manpower, just the preparation of those schedules is enough to make one's head bald - many professors have been caught back to work, otherwise Professor McGonagall would not be allowed to work during the summer vacation William and the others are having a good time.
After rubbing his head, William remembered another problem that troubled him.
'Should we consider giving students who are underage but capable enough a chance? '
This issue is still under discussion - some people's opinion is that for the sake of safety, underage wizards should be deprived of the right to participate, but others believe that the Goblet of Fire will choose the best wizard by itself. If the best players all If he were to die, a less outstanding adult student would only die faster.
Everyone was noisy, and they just exchanged opinions again this morning, and then the pressure was piled on his side again.
If he lets go, then everyone will sign up; if he suppresses it, all seventeen-year-old adult wizards will participate - the results of this matter were supposed to be announced today, but he applied with Professor McGonagall and postponed the time.
'It's a big head…eh? Sorting is over? '
He looked up and saw that Dumbledore had stood up and was standing in front of the dining table with a kind smile.
"I only have two words to say to you," the principal's rich voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat!"
The plate was piled high. William took a look at today's dishes and decided to put the damn Goblet of Fire filtering conditions behind and concentrate on thinking about food.
"Ah, I'm really hungry today."
Adams had just finished a speech about holiday camps. He poured pumpkin juice into the cup without hesitation and asked casually, "What were you thinking about just now, William, thinking so seriously?"
"Work overtime..." William spread his hands, which caused a burst of laughter from the professors around him.
But everyone smiled restrainedly, after all, the students were there.
"As for the matters that need to be dealt with after the start of school, our professor who is staying at the school has already taken care of it and sent it to Professor McGonagall. It will probably be delivered to everyone's desk by owl tonight or tomorrow."
William smiled implicitly, "There is still a lot of work to do, you can't expect us to work overtime and finish it all."
The laughter stopped suddenly, and a group of professors stared at William with resentful eyes, regretting hearing this terrible news tonight.
Although everyone has been mentally prepared for it, whether they heard it or not is still a different matter!
After all, there is a shortage of manpower during the holidays, so it is the limit to come up with a plan. The follow-up implementation will definitely be under normal work.
"Okay, don't be so downcast. The Ministry of Magic will send employees over to help in the future. The workload is not bad."
"Forget it...that will increase our workload. Except for the best students, the rest will enter the Ministry of Magic..."
A group of professors shook their heads. Sometimes the threshold of the Ministry of Magic is extremely high, and sometimes it is frighteningly low. The rest of the wizards may not understand, but they, the professors, understand it all too well...
Although that was said, this little joke about Ministry of Magic personnel still succeeded in saving the atmosphere at the dinner table.
Everyone was complaining about the Ministry of Magic in a low voice while enjoying the delicious meal happily. They also made jokes about the students they met in those years, and complained about William's unkindness - 'If you continue like this, you can become a member of the Ministry of Magic. Director, they are not as good at assigning work as you are, otherwise the World Cup would not have caused so many things! '
"By the way, your Medal of Merlin will be awarded soon, I think it will be in December?"
After Professor Taylor complained, he suddenly remembered this matter.
"Well, it should be that the Ministry of Magic has sent an informal invitation letter, and there will also be a small investiture ceremony, but the specific venue has not been announced yet."
"That's good, congratulations in advance, Professor William."
A group of professors who had been complaining just now raised their glasses of pumpkin juice to help celebrate - professors would not be provided with wine at the opening banquet, this was Professor McGonagall's strong rule.
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"The professors laughed so happily."
At the Gryffindor table, the twins started chatting crazily with a group of friends without eating much.
For professional troublemakers like them, it is impossible to be hungry. We haven't seen each other for a holiday, so naturally we need to communicate more. The words on the train are not enough.
"The new professor is sitting in the corner hiding from the crowd - are you sure he is really the professor of the sixth grade advanced class?"
"Of course, the professor told me personally, that person is a former Auror, and he is still the best one."
"No, Mad-Eye is famous as the Terminator of Death Eaters - but this title has been taken away by Barty Crouch. He has captured a large number of Death Eaters this year."
"No, there isn't much laughter left in the Slytherin table."
What he said was true - there was almost no laughter at the Slytherin table.
In the years since the fall of the Dark Lord, most of the children born to Death Eaters have entered school. Although Hogwarts will not expel them for this, it is almost impossible for them to laugh out loud about their family members being arrested.
Gryffindor suddenly made a mocking sound - everyone is feuding, especially friends who are familiar with the twins, they are all senior students, and they have fought with the Slytherin guy in the corner of the school countless times. , the feelings are very strong, and if the voice of laughter is lower, it will be a shame for the friendship over the years.
"Slytherin's team is going to undergo a major change this year. I think we can definitely get the Academy Cup with Quidditch alone this year - by the way, who is the new captain?"
"It wasn't us anyway, Wood knew that - so he couldn't have recommended us."
The Twins said very confidently, and they don't have much time to manage the team - they have too much to make up for this year.
However, the topic shifted from the school team to the World Cup again, but at this time, the desserts on the table were swept away by magic.
"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we have eaten and drank enough, I must ask everyone's attention again. I want to make a few announcements."
Everyone at the dinner table stopped their non-nutritious exchanges and listened patiently.
"Mr. Filch, the janitor, would like me to tell you..."
When the first sentence came out, William was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mad-Eye, and then found that Mad-Eye was also looking at him - the two of them confirmed each other's thoughts at the same time.
'Sorry, Filch...'
While William took out the unused potion, he wondered if there would be any other fish that slipped through the net.
After he had calculated that no one else could escape, Dumbledore had already begun to announce the shocking news.
"Secondly, we would like to introduce our new self-defense magic learning class professor, Professor Moody."
Moody, who was sitting at the corner of the table, stood up and looked around the room.
However, the applause that should have sounded was muted at this moment - there was nothing we could do, everyone could only see a little bit when they sat down, but when he looked around the audience, everyone was frightened by the former Auror.
It was a rainy night first, and then it was the crowd, but when all the obstructions disappeared, his face, which had been damaged beyond repair by various black magic, successfully suppressed all the students, not to mention his unique aggressive aura. .
William sat and glanced at Dumbledore. He originally planned to see how he would introduce Moody, but he was surprised to find that Dumbledore had cast his eyes on him, the kind of look that looks forward to your performance.
'By the way - you are still from my office...'
Only then did he remember this, then stood up and took the lead in applauding.
However, it didn't work very well - except for the applause from a few professors chatting happily around him and the applause from Dumbledore, the applause was almost non-existent.
So he stared at the sixth and seventh grade students at the nearest table. The children in the two grades were glanced at by him and were stunned for a moment, but their hands clapped in advance.
Then the next table.
Then, before he could turn his attention to the third table, all the students were led by the seniors to applaud.
Moody nodded and sat down coolly.
"In addition, after the arrival of the new professor, in order to better coordinate the self-defense courses, the school will set up a large office to coordinate courses and assignments, with Professor William in charge."
William, who sat down with Mad-Eye, had no choice but to stand up again and receive the applause from the students with desperate eyes - but this time the sixth and seventh graders made up for the shortcomings of the other students with eager applause with joy.
Amid the sighs, Dumbledore spoke again.
"I would also like to inform you with great regret that the Academy Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."
This news directly detonated the whole audience - the Quidditch World Cup had just been held, and then the school stopped playing Quidditch?
Before they could digest the news that shocked the entire audience into silence, Dumbledore dropped the last bomb in a bad mood.
"Over the next few months we will be honored to host a fantastic event that has not been held for over a century. I am delighted to say that the Triwizard Tournament will take place this year in Held at Hogwarts."
"You are joking!"
Even after being hit repeatedly, Fred still shouted.
Such heroic behavior is so popular, especially after everyone was hit by a series of news, these words simply spoke out what everyone felt.
"Ah, I'm not kidding, Mr. Weasley."
Dumbledore laughed, "But speaking of joking-"
"Ahem..."
Professor McGonagall coughed, and the laughter in the audience suddenly stopped.
Dumbledore, who was trying to tell a joke, changed the topic without changing his expression, "Oh - it's probably not appropriate to talk about this now...not appropriate...so let's talk about the Triwizard Tournament."