Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

“I’m not joking,” Dumbledore smiled appreciatively. “But since you mentioned joking, I’ve heard a very funny joke, it goes like this…”

Professor McGonagall, who later retrieved the pointed wizard's hat, deliberately coughed loudly, interrupting Dumbledore's lame joke.

Then Dumbledore explained what the Triwizard Tournament was all about.

The Triwizard Tournament was founded over 700 years ago and is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang.

Each school selected one warrior, and then the three warriors competed in three magical events. The Triwizard Tournament was held every five years, with the three schools taking turns hosting. Everyone agreed that this was an excellent way for young wizards from different countries to forge friendships—but later, the death toll became too high, and the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued.

Jimmy thought that was about it, but Dumbledore added, "Sometimes, old things are obviously not suitable for the present. This year's Triwizard Tournament may adopt entirely new rules."

The school will invite experts in this field to present an even more exciting and safer three-way competition!

The students discussed it amongst themselves, but most remained hesitant until Dumbledore spoke.

"As per usual practice, the school and the Ministry of Magic, which organizes this competition, have agreed to add an extra 10000 Galleons to the prize money for this year's competitors, as well as an age limit. Those under the age of 17 are not allowed to participate."

Wow!

This statement was like a bomb dropped into a frying pan, instantly igniting the students' enthusiasm.

10,000 Galleons?

Does the school have that much money to give to its students? The Ministry of Magic, on the other hand, does.

Can students really manage 10,000 Galleons? In the end, it's all the parents' fault.

Jimmy stroked his chin, wondering what other tricks Dumbledore might have up his sleeve.

"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of the academic year with us."

Dumbledore raised his voice, silencing the chaotic protests.

"I'm confident that you'll all be warm and friendly during these distinguished foreign guests' stay! Well, it's getting late, and it's important that you're refreshed and clear-headed when you enter the classroom tomorrow. Go to bed! Hurry up!"

After speaking, Dumbledore left through the small door without any hesitation.

George and Fred were still protesting incessantly at the Gryffindor table, "Ten thousand Galleons!"

This is a huge sum of money for their family!

If they win the prize money, they'll open a shop right next semester!

This damn 17-year-old rule!

Jimmy turned his gaze away from the frenzied George and Fred, rubbing his hands together as he looked at Hermione.

Are you going back to your dorm to sleep?

Hermione smiled at Jimmy, ignoring his hint, "Of course, let's go, I need to go back to my dorm to pack my things."

The people in the auditorium gradually dispersed. The news of the start of the three-way competition was at most a bit of entertainment during the learning process.

On the first day back at school, everyone had to tidy up their dorm rooms, putting away what they wanted to put there and removing what needed to be cleaned up.

Disappointed, Jimmy returned to his dorm and found Ron staring blankly at his fire crossbow bolt.

While making their beds, Harry, Neville, and Seamus were discussing the Triwizard Tournament.

When Harry, Harry, and his friends came out of the bathroom after showering, they were still discussing the Triwizard Tournament.

After listening for almost half an hour, Ron couldn't help but snap, "What's the point of you discussing this? Are you even 17?"

This bucket of cold water hit them right where it hurt, and Harry and the others all shut their mouths. They could tell that Ron was in a bad mood.

After all, it was the Quidditch tournament of the Academy Cup that everyone had been looking forward to all year, along with Firebolt.

What's the difference between this and waiting six months to finally get your new car, only to have it banned from the streets before you can even drive it out and show it off?

There is no difference!

"I'm going to sleep now." Not being able to hold his sweet and soft Hermione, Jimmy wasn't very interested in chatting, so he simply went to sleep.

The next day, Jimmy got up early to work out as usual.

However, Simo also got up early this time. Simo's physical discipline is now second to none.

Not only him, but a group of students from the fitness club arrived early at the gym in front of Hager's cabin and started exercising, humming and groaning.

Jimmy went to check on the Rocket family's current living conditions near Hagrid's cabin, and also to join in the fun.

As we passed by Hagrid's hut, Hagrid emerged from the house, which had grown considerably larger, carrying a wooden box covered with a cloth.

Hagrid's face lit up with a warm smile. "Good morning, Jimmy! Come and see this, I think you'll like it!"

He put down the wooden box he was carrying and called over the students from the nearby fitness club to come and take a look.

"Good morning, Hagrid." When Jimmy got within about five meters, he immediately smelled a fishy, ​​foul odor coming from Hagrid's wooden crate, a smell that was somewhat like insect fluid mixed with the stench of seafood.

The smell was enough to make anyone want to stay away, but Hagrid had already lifted the cloth covering the wooden box, and a soft, rustling sound came from inside.

"Aaaaaah! Monster!"

"!"

When Ximo and the others excitedly surrounded the wooden box, they saw what was inside and immediately jumped back, colliding with the people behind them and rolling to the ground.

Hagrid still managed to get the Bombtail out of the shell?

Jimmy craned his neck to peek inside, and was so frightened by the strange creature that his face turned pale and his sanity plummeted.

Is that still a blasting snail?

Jimmy couldn't even describe what it looked like; it was like a writhing mosaic, a terrifying incarnation of an extraterrestrial evil god, the result of ten thousand kinds of poisonous insects mating...

"Hagrid... Hagrid, no, don't teach this in your class, it'll scare people to death!" Jimmy dared not look at the contents of the wooden box anymore and shouted from a distance.

Some skeptical gym members leaned over to look, and they were all terrified and screamed. The most extreme case was Colin Crevey, who fainted.

The area in front of the cabin suddenly became as silent and solemn as a battlefield. They knew Hagrid liked magical creatures and had rather unique tastes.

But unorthodox methods are not evil methods; the contents of the wooden box must never be shown in class!

"Why? Do you know what? It's a miracle! A human-headed, lion-bodied, scorpion-tailed beast fell in love with a fire crab that drank the Dragon's Breath, and they were born!"

Hagrid always had a fondness for rare and terrifying things. He stared at the contents of the wooden box with a look of rapture, and even reached his hand into the box to tease them; the box immediately creaked like the screams of a baby.

"I named them rattlesnail snails. It's a surprise I gave to the newborns. Isn't that nice?"

The new students will only learn one lesson!

Jimmy took several deep breaths to reduce the images of those horrific creatures in his mind. This time, he was determined to object no matter what. "You can't bring these into the classroom, Hagrid! They're terrifying! You'll scare them so much they'll live in St. Mungo's!"

Simo and the other students who had seen a rattlesnail all nodded frantically.

At that moment, Colin Crevy, who had been unconscious, woke up in Seamo's arms and mumbled, "Sorry guys, I just passed out from practice..."

Chapter 283 Big News from the Ministry of Magic

“You didn’t…” It was a long story. Seamus stroked Colin Crevy’s head and comforted him, “Never mind, don’t think about it.”

The scene felt rather gay, and it gave Jimmy goosebumps.

Fortunately, Hagrid listened to advice and, looking disappointed, carried the rattlesnail back to the cabin. "Alright, I won't bring them to class..."

Jimmy didn't wait for Hagrid to come out before saying anything more, and turned to go to the raccoon hut built right next door.

To be honest, he was so busy that he never had time to visit Rocket, and he was always fostered at Hogwarts with Hagrid taking care of him.

Hopefully, a few more brats won't end up in the cabin...

Fortunately, when Jimmy approached, Rocket and his family were dozing off in the sun on the edge of the grass. In addition to Rocket and his wife, there were four raccoons on the grass.

The Rockets are now living a retired life ahead of schedule, with a wife, a house, and two children. Their once robust physique has turned into fat, just like when they were fattened up by eating garbage.

Upon seeing him, he merely raised his paw, showing no intention of getting up.

Jimmy walked over, squatted down, picked up a few whimpering raccoons from the ground and weighed them in his hands, then grabbed Rocket and gave him a rub. "Good, good, you've gotten so fat again. Do a backflip."

Rocket glanced at Jimmy sideways and rolled on the ground perfunctorily.

Jimmy: ...

They're not even going to act anymore.

After leaving some snacks for the Rocket family, Jimmy decided not to disturb their happy life, since they had been free-range from the start anyway.

Now that we no longer need to rely on rockets to beg for money, it's good to let them return to nature. When I've mastered all my skills, I'll help them transform their bodies and make them real rockets.

After returning to his dorm and washing up, he went downstairs and saw Hermione looking somewhat resentful.

"What's wrong? You look unhappy."

Hermione said with annoyance, "I overslept. I should have gotten up earlier to exercise. Remember to wake me up next time."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I can't wake you up since you're in the girls' dormitory. Why don't you sleep in the Room of Requirement tonight? It's a nice place."

It was obvious what he was thinking. Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "We're at school right now!"

"Isn't there Hogsmeade Zhou?" Jimmy still hadn't given up.

"Go eat breakfast!"

Hermione was extremely helpless and dragged Jimmy to the Great Hall.

There were quite a few people in the auditorium. Many freshmen were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night, so they got up early to have breakfast.

Jimmy and Hermione had just sat down when a thumping sound came from the entrance of the Great Hall.

The auditorium immediately fell silent by several decibels, and the students all looked at the figure that walked into the auditorium with fear.

Professor Alastormodi, a man whose appearance and resume exude a strong sense of intimidation.

As if he had a preordained goal, he walked straight in one direction, his wide-open eyes fixed on Jimmy, who was stuffing a sausage into his mouth.

Jimmy Blaine.

Finally, he stood in front of Jimmy.

Jimmy swallowed the sausage in his mouth and asked calmly, "Is there something you need, Professor?"

“Nothing much, just wanted to meet a legendary young wizard. Alastor Moody.” Moody extended his right hand, the scars on his face writhing like earthworms until they formed a grotesque smile.

Faced with the rough right hand extended in front of him, Jimmy pulled out a napkin to wipe his hands, then shook it, simultaneously activating the Golden Eyes Mantra.

Barty Crouch Jr. has been imprisoned in Azkaban again, and the Moody in front of him is most likely the real one.