The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Only students who are 17 years old or older - that is, students over 17 years old - are allowed to register to ensure your safety."

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, because some people protested angrily after hearing his words. The Wesley twins were on the list, and the news of their inability to compete made them angry.

"This measure is very necessary, because the competition is still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, it is impossible for students under the sixth and seventh grades to handle it."

"Here, I myself will guarantee that no underage student can deceive our most impartial referee and become a Hogwarts warrior!"

His blue eyes lit up meaningfully as he glanced over the rebellious faces of Fred and George. "So if you're under 17, I hope you don't waste your time applying."

Fred and George were swept over by the headmaster's eyes, their eyes flinched for a moment, and then they stared at them with wide eyes in disbelief.

Dumbledore ignored the actions of the twins and continued:

"A delegation of Beauxbatons, Infalmorny and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and will spend most of the year with us. We hope you will be warm, friendly and honor Hogwarts. Ci's demeanor."

"In addition, once the Hogwarts warriors are finally selected, you

We must support him or her wholeheartedly. The best result, of course, is for the Hogwarts warriors to win the final championship. "

Dumbledore blinked at the little wizards, and regained his smiling expression.

"Okay, it's getting late now, so that you can walk into the classroom refreshed and clear-headed tomorrow morning. Go back to the common rooms and sleep!" He smiled and waved to the audience.

Chapter 230 Nine

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"They can't stop me from participating!" Even though Dumbledore had announced the dismissal, Fred still said stubbornly, "Being a warrior can do many things that we are not normally allowed to do, and also There is a bonus of one thousand Galleons!"

"Yeah," Ron said with a dazed look on his face, "Yeah, a thousand Galleons..."

"I've calculated it. Although we won a lot of bets with Bagman before, it's still a lot worse to use that money to open a good joke shop." George said.

He did not know where to take out a piece of parchment, on which were densely written numbers, all of which were necessary expenses for the opening of the joke shop.

"Wait, are you so good at math?" Ron looked at the parchment and couldn't help swallowing, "So when you were choosing courses in the third grade, you already thought of this day, so you chose Don't you want to do that boring arithmetic and divination?"

"Numbering and divination class is not boring at all!" Hermione retorted, "Let's not talk about that first, we should leave quickly. If we don't leave, we will be the only ones left in the auditorium."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George began to walk towards the hall, all the way Fred and George were still arguing about what Dumbledore would do to prevent students under the age of 17 from participating in the Tournament game.

"Who would be the... the most impartial referee who's going to judge who's a warrior?" Harry asked.

"Don't know," said Fred, "but whoever that man is, he's the one we're trying to trick. I think a drop or two of aging potion will do, George..."

"But Dumbledore knows you're not old enough." Ron asked the question.

"That's right, but it's not up to Dumbledore to decide who will be the warrior, is it?" Fred raised his eyebrows, "According to Dumbledore, it seems that after the referee knows who wants to participate, he has to decide who wants to participate." Pick one of the best from each school..."

"If you ask me, he doesn't care how old we are. Dumbledore clearly wants to prevent us from signing up!"

"But a lot of people died in the previous Triwizard Tournament!" Hermione said in a worried tone as she walked through a door hidden behind the tapestry.

"Yeah," said George nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, wasn't it? And what's the fun if there isn't a little adventure?"

"It would be great if that judge who couldn't be more fair had a personality like Professor Dracula. I just need to tell him two funny jokes, and he will definitely let me sign up..."

"Wake up, George!" Fred interrupted him mercilessly, "Professor Dracula has nothing to do with the word "justice"!"

……

The next day, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Dracula lazily pushed open the classroom door as usual.

In this school year, there seemed to be quite a few students in the sixth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts intensive class.

This is because the dueling club has replaced Dracula's function of entertaining little wizards, so the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is not so interesting for Dracula.

He just wants to be lazy now, and teach as few people as he can.

For this reason, he deliberately adjusted the Defense Against the Dark Arts intensive class from accepting the worst class, that is, students who obtained a "T (terrible)" grade in the ordinary wizarding class, to only accepting students who obtained an "O (excellent)" grade .

The desks in the classroom are more than half empty, and there are not many students who can get an "O" in the entire grade.

Unfortunately, Fred and George, the two live treasures, had a lot of fun at the Dueling Club, and their defense against the dark arts improved rapidly——

Among their few O..Ls certificates, apart from the arithmetic and divination mentioned by Ron before, only Defense Against the Dark Arts got an "O".

As soon as Dracula entered the classroom, he saw Fred and George sitting on their seats with their heads held high, their faces full of expressions of "come and praise me".

"Are there only a few students who got an "O"? I'm very disappointed." Dracula looked around and was very satisfied to see that there were not many students here, but he still showed a look of disappointment on the surface. expression.

"Of course, I still want to congratulate everyone here.

All the students with excellent grades have obtained the qualification to continue sitting in this classroom! "

Fred and George laughed in satisfaction after hearing Dracula's words, which were barely considered a compliment.

"Before the class officially starts, I still have a few words to say to you—" Dracula continued with an intriguing smile on his face, "You have heard Dumbledore say that in this school year , the Triwizard Tournament... No, the Four-wizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts."

"As the subject that most tests actual combat ability, Defense Against the Dark Arts is closely related to this competition. So in my opinion, the Hogwarts warriors are likely to be selected from the students sitting here and the students in the intensive seventh grade class. out."

It can be clearly seen that all the students in the classroom are refreshed, and even their sitting postures subconsciously become correct.

Everyone wants to be the only honorable warrior at Hogwarts.

There is no young and energetic little wizard who does not want to win glory for the school, and there is no one who does not want to stand in the center of the spotlight and accept the cheers and applause of the teachers and students of the school.

"Don't get excited too early," Dracula chuckled, focused on Fred and George, and began to dampen their enthusiasm, "The prerequisite for becoming a warrior is that before the ceremony for selecting warriors on Halloween, you must At least 17 years old!"

"It's not fair!" Fred yelled, jumping up first. "We're only four months away from turning 17 on Halloween!"

"That's right, we want to protest!" George followed closely and also jumped up.

He conveniently pulled up Cedric who was obediently preparing to listen to the class next to him, pointed at him and said:

"Cedric is only less than half a year older than us, and he enrolled in the same year as us. If he can sign up and we can't, then we will definitely not be convinced!"

"That can only mean that your luck is not very good." Dracula shrugged, "It is undeniable that luck is also a kind of strength."

"Professor!" Fred wailed, "Can't we really be flexible, we are only a little bit short of signing up!"

Sometimes, people tend not to feel so bad if they are far from the goal.

But if you come close to achieving your goal and fail in the end, people will be sad, miserable, and itchy to the point of madness.

Fred and George were like that, and the four-month difference in age was driving them crazy.

"I'm not that fair referee, what's the use of you complaining to me?" Dracula chuckled, "Instead of yelling needlessly in my class, it's better to study how to hide the truth." That "referee"."

"That's what you said, Professor!" George's eyes lit up.

"Professor, you must have a way to deceive the referee, right?" Fred said cheerfully, "Or just tell us, we can save some effort and study more on how to win the final championship."

"Are you so sure that you can be selected?" Dracula looked at the twins, and shook his head with a smile, "Think about this kind of thing yourself! If you can use your strength to deceive the "referee", then you are also considered to be the winner. own strength."

"If you rely on this kind of "hard power" to sign up, at least the students of Hogwarts will not feel dissatisfied with you. Even Dumbledore will most likely acquiesce in this kind of thing happening."

"So, work hard, two boys!"

Fred and George looked at each other, nodded emphatically, then sat down on the chair and started reading.

It's burning up!

"Don't be in a hurry to sit down..." Dracula interrupted the fantasy they were about to sink into, and the smile on his face became a little malicious. "You should be punished for making loud noises in class without reason."

"How about this, all the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework before Halloween will be doubled and handed in!"

George: "..."

Fred: "..."

……

The following time seems to be exactly the same as in previous years, but it seems to be a little different.

All courses are taught according to the progress of previous courses as always, homework, in-class practice, dueling club, etc.

There are quite a few, all waiting for the little wizards to complete.

The Quidditch match was cancelled, but the students who did not have this recreational activity did not feel bored.

Those who are old enough are thinking about how to qualify as a warrior, and if they are elected as a warrior, how can they win the game and win glory for the school... Those who are younger, such as Fred and George, are studying how to deceive that A judge who is so fair that he can't be more fair, and then report his name.

Besides, younger wizards like Harry have absolutely nothing to do with this Four-wizard Tournament.

They have nothing to worry about, except that they occasionally fantasize about the pie in the sky, thinking that they may be surprised by their bones, and make an exception and be selected as a warrior to fight for Hogwarts.

In addition to fantasizing, the young wizards in the middle and lower grades also discussed from time to time, guessing which college wizard could become a Hogwarts warrior.

"I guarantee it that our Slytherin Prefect Lucian Ball will be a Hogwarts champion. Professor Snape has always had high hopes for him."

Just before Halloween, Draco Malfoy was standing in the foyer of the auditorium, talking with his two followers.

"Wrong, I think Ravenclaw's Roger Davies is more promising!" retorted a Ravenclaw kitty wearing a blue striped tie, "Davis is the best queen this year." The captain of the Diqi team."

"I'd rather think Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff would be a warrior." It was clearly a little Badger who said that.

There was a huddle in the foyer, and everyone was discussing enthusiastically while reading the newly posted notice on the bulletin board——

"Representatives from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Infalmorny will arrive at 10:30pm on Friday, October [-]th. The afternoon class will end half an hour earlier. Students are kindly requested to return their bags and textbooks to their dormitories. Assemble in front of the castle to meet our guests and attend the welcome banquet."

"Great!" said Harry excitedly. "Friday's last class is Potions! Surely Snape won't have time to find fault with us!"

Harry's voice caught Malfoy's attention not far away.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Harry Potter?" He turned his head and looked at Harry with provocative eyes, "I'm curious, does a big star like Potter feel that he can definitely become Hogger?" Warriors of Watts?"

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"I didn't!" said Harry angrily.

But Malfoy obviously didn't let him go, pointed his chin at Harry, and said in a weird way:

"The famous Harry Potter, if you don't become a Hogwarts warrior in the end, will other schools think that the Boy Who Lived is not worthy of his name?"

"Anyway, the probability of Harry becoming a warrior is much higher than yours!" Just as Harry was furious, another voice suddenly spoke up for him.

Harry turned his head to see Fred and George standing next to him, grimacing at Malfoy.

"It's ridiculous, there are actually people who think Potter can be a warrior!" Malfoy laughed loudly, "Oh! It turns out that there are two Wess here, so it's perfectly normal."