The man shook hands with Dumbledore and whispered something. Dumbledore nodded and signaled the man to sit in an empty seat on his right.

"Please allow me to introduce our new teacher in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class," Dumbledore broke the silence, "Professor Moody."

"Do you want to expose him?" Phoebe, who had the same memory, asked in his heart.

"Get the trick." Luke replied.

Now the f.a.m members have already mastered a lot of ordinary spells, and it is time to get in touch with some powerful spells, or even black magic. It is just right to use the hand of the fake crazy-eyed man Moody to explain it to you a few.

In order to ensure that there is no oath, Luke had already investigated when Mad-eyed Moody entered the auditorium. Even if it wasn't Little Crouch, it wouldn't be Mad-eyed Man himself.

"As I just said, we will be very honored to host a very exciting event this school year, which has not been held for over a century. I am very happy to tell you that the Trio will be held in Hogwarts this year."

Most little wizards have never heard of the Triple Triumph, and they don’t know what it represents. For this reason, Dumbledore introduced the origin of the Triple Triumph to everyone.

"The Triple Triumph was founded about 700 years ago and is a kind of friendship competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe. These three schools are: Hogwarts, Busbaton and Demstrong. Each school selects a Warrior, and then the three Warriors compete for three magical events. The Triple Triumph is held every five years, and three schools take turns to host it. But later, the death toll was too many, and the Triple Triumph was interrupted."

“Over the centuries, people have tried to resume the championship several times,” Dumbledore paused and continued, “but none of them were successful. However, the International Magic Cooperation Division and the Magic Sports Division of our Ministry of Magic believe that the time to try again is ripe. This summer we have done a lot of work to make sure that every warrior is not in danger of life.”

"In October, the principals of Boothbaton and Demstrong will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the selection ceremony for the Warriors will be held on Halloween. A fair referee will decide which students are most qualified to compete for the Final Three Cup, earn honors for their school, and individuals will receive a thousand Gallons."

Almost the moment Dumbledore finished introducing, except for this year's freshman, all the little wizards looked at Luke. No one thought he would be more qualified than Luke and could participate in this game as the Warriors' representative Hogwarts.

"I think we've won!" Fred shouted.

Almost everyone laughed out loud, no one would doubt this fact.

"We all know that Mr. Coker is excellent, but—" Dumbledore paused again. "For fairness, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed that Mr. Coker had many kinds of magic masters and was not suitable for representing Hogwarts in this event, and Miss Granger was the same."

Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people protested angryly after hearing his words.

"Professor, aren't students allowed to learn other knowledge except for Professor Hogwarts' content?" Katie was one of the protesters.

"The knowledge learned from Hogwarts is different from other schools. It is also unfair that Demstrong can learn black magic." Malfoy also shouted.

Everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, Malfoy would protest, but his protest was soon covered up by the voices of others.

Dumbledore didn't expect that there would be so many young wizards protesting, and there were students from all four academies, and the number of people was increasing.

"Professor, please allow me to say a few words." Luke suddenly stood up from his position and said loudly.

The little wizards saw Luke stand up and the auditorium became quiet again.

"Of course." Dumbledore signaled that he could speak.

"First of all, thank you for your trust in me. Secondly, I am not suitable for this event because I have another more important thing - taking everyone to the universe."

Luke gently waved his right arm, and all the light sources in the auditorium gradually darkened. A huge fireball appeared in the center, and then eight very beautiful planets surrounded the fireball. Finally, all the candles and torches in the auditorium were completely extinguished, and the little wizards were covered with stars, as if they were in the vast universe.

The dark auditorium did not panic, but many little wizards still exclaimed and looked excitedly at the solar system in the center of the auditorium.

"This is the earth we are, the solar system where the earth is. In the next time, I will take you out of the earth, approach other planets in the solar system, and observe their beautiful figures at close range." The images of the eight planets expanded a lot with Luke's words.

"We will even land on other planets and set foot on lands that wizards have never reached."

Luke snapped his fingers, the starry sky disappeared, the auditorium became brighter, and the candles were burning again, and everyone was still singing the dreamy scene just now.

"And, to be more arrogant, even if all the teachers and students of both of their schools come, they will not be my opponent. Therefore, this honor needs everyone's efforts. I believe that every student at Hogwarts will be the best, I will be proud of you, and Hogwarts will be proud of you." Luke's voice became louder and louder.

There were warm applause and cheers in the auditorium, and Hermione and Phoebe both looked very proud.

Suddenly, a cup appeared in front of everyone on the long table, with a fragrant red franco wine in the cup, a Franco drink that tasted like wine, but it was not wine. I was afraid that Professor McGonagall would cause trouble for him later.

"To Hogwarts, to each of us." Luke picked up the glass and shouted, then drank the Franco wine in the glass in one sip and threw the glass heavily to the ground.

"Treat Hogwarts, to each of us." Fred, George and the little wizards of Gryffindor shouted the most, and the others followed suit, shouting that they had finished drinking the drinks and threw the cup to the ground. For a moment, only the sound of slamming the cup was left in the auditorium.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Professor, this is a ritual from other planets, and I will definitely pack it up." He said a little sorry when he saw Professor McGonagall's brows keep jumping.
Chapter completed!