Snape, Overwhelmed with Regret
Many parents are dissatisfied after discovering their child's unusual hobby.
They entrusted their children to Hogwarts with complete trust, and this is how the professors reciprocated their trust!
What kind of rubbish has Hogwarts been teaching its children?!
Some of the more hot-tempered parents were itching to storm into Hogwarts with their canes and demand an explanation from Dumbledore.
However, considering the vast difference in their abilities, these parents ultimately and generously agreed to wait and see...
The one who was most devastated upon learning of the Triwizard Tournament wasn't actually the Slytherin snakes, but rather Snape, the Head of Slytherin House.
"So why didn't I agree to that brat Bell's transfer request in the first place?!"
Snape felt like slapping himself twice.
Although Snape knew only limited about Bell's strength, he knew Shanna well!
In addition, considering the information gleaned indirectly from Shanna, even taking into account the little girl's adoration for her Gege, there might be some exaggeration involved.
Even at a 50% discount, it's still much better than those good-for-nothing idiots in Slytherin House!
As the Head of Slytherin House, if anyone knew the most about the snakes' magical abilities, it would undoubtedly be Snape.
If Snape had to describe the level of Slytherin House students in recent years in one word, it would be. "Disgraceful!"
A group of people from the Pure-blood Family, who have unparalleled advantages over others, and look at them all—they can't even get first place in their grade! What are they even doing alive?!
To be honest, Snape had absolutely no confidence that his students would be chosen as the Champion of Hogwarts.
In his calculations, there's an 80% chance... well, 80% is a bit too conservative.
There is a 95% chance that the hero will appear in another academy.
Thinking about this, Snape felt like slapping himself twice.
If he had argued his case and agreed to Bell's transfer application, wouldn't the Triwizard Tournament champion have been essentially decided by Slytherin House?
What? You're saying Bell's age doesn't meet the requirements?
hehe.
Do you really think his title of "Potion Master" came from nowhere?
Let alone 17 years old, even if you were required to be 170 years old, it wouldn't matter in front of the Potions he brews!
Once Slytherin House wins the Triwizard Tournament, the House Cup will undoubtedly belong to them.
Just kidding, even a Quidditch champion gets 150 points. The Triwizard Tournament champion, with such a technically demanding title, should easily get 1500 points, right?
So, I don't know if it's too late to transfer Bell to another hospital now?
Theoretically speaking, there is still time.
However, the reality was that when Snape secretly wrote a transfer application for Bell and placed it on the headmaster's desk, Dumbledore chuckled, picked up his quill, and without even glancing at it, put a big X on the application.
Looking at Dumbledore's kind, smiling old face, Snape really wanted to concoct a highly corrosive Potions and splash it on his face.
Shanna told me that Muggle Studies a liquid called "Aqua Regia," which is extremely corrosive. I'll definitely have to study it carefully when I get back!
"Silence! Children, please be quiet!"
After letting the Little Wizard vent their excitement for a while, Dumbledore continued:
"The reason we're not holding the Quidditch House Cup is because we'll be hosting a large event this October."
This activity will last for a whole year, taking up a significant amount of the professors' time and energy.
Therefore, we regretfully had to cancel the Quidditch House Cup.
But I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun from this big event.
Now, I am very pleased to announce that this year's event will be held at Hogwarts...
Bang!
A deafening crash interrupted Dumbledore's impending announcement of the event's name. The Great Hall doors were forcefully slammed open from the outside.
The Little Wizard immediately glared angrily toward the Great Hall's entrance.
Who is this?! They really know how to pick their timing. Couldn't they have waited a few seconds longer?!
However, upon seeing the figure walking in through the gate, most of the Little Wizard lowered their heads in slight fear.
It wasn't that this figure had any illustrious status that instilled fear in these lawless Little Wizard.
But it was the figure's appearance that was truly terrifying.
It was an elderly man. He removed the hood of his cloak, revealing a head of gray hair.
By the bright firelight in the Great Hall and the occasional flashes of lightning across the dome, everyone could clearly see that the man's face was covered with crisscrossing scars. His mouth was crooked, like a large gash. His nose was flat, with only two frightening holes.
However, these were not the most terrifying aspects of the old man. What truly suffocated the Little Wizard were the old man's obviously abnormal eyes.
The old man had one very large eye, with a bright blue light emanating from its pupil.
The blue eye darted around in the old man's eye socket, as if it had a life of its own, scanning everything in the Great Hall.
It would also occasionally flip over to the back of the old man's head, leaving only a large white eyeball visible.
Clearly, this is a magic eyeball.
The old man, leaning on a long cane, limped toward the High Table. From the 'thump-thump' sound of the cane, the sharp-eared Little Wizard could tell that one of the old man's legs was probably fake as well.
It's hard to imagine what kind of danger a person would have to go through to become like this.
How can a person overcome so many dangers and ultimately survive?
The young Little Wizard could hardly understand, but a feeling mixed with admiration and fear arose involuntarily in their hearts, causing everyone to remain silent.
And so, under the silent gaze of everyone, the old man walked up to Dumbledore.
He reached out and shook hands with Dumbledore.
Some of the Little Wizard who were closer could clearly see that the old man's hands, like his face, were covered with scars, and there wasn't a single patch of intact skin.
After exchanging a few brief words and waiting for the old man to sit down, Dumbledore looked again at the Little Wizard, whose faces were full of curiosity.
"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor— Professor Moody!"
"Dumbledore said cheerfully. Then he began to applaud first."