Chapter 879

Moody.

Darren looked at this Moody in front of him with great interest, wondering if he was Barty Crouch Jr.

Although according to the original plot, he should be fine.

But he decided to observe first and then decide.

After all, he had disrupted the plot once before.

It might cause some places different from the original work.

However, when he saw the small flask worn at this Moody's waist, he finally confirmed it.

This guy was definitely not fine, he was definitely being impersonated.

Of course, Darren was putting more energy into his apple pie at this moment.

This apple pie tasted especially great, making him unable to control his mouth at all.

He was already eating his third one now.

By the time Darren finally touched his stomach with satisfaction, he also started to feel sleepy.

And at this time, Dumbledore also stood out.

"Before your heads are filled with sleepiness, I think I need to announce a few things. First, Mr. Filch has added some banned items in the corridors, currently there are over three hundred. If you are interested, you can find out about them yourselves."

Uh.

Mr. Filch really can't stay idle.

Darren remembered that Mr. Filch seemed to have been practicing magic, how does he have the energy to manage these things now?

But then again, Mr. Filch probably enjoys the process of confiscating students' toys.

Maybe this is his hobby?

"Second, as before, I want to remind everyone not to enter the Forbidden Forest, and students below the third year cannot enter Hogsmeade. Next is the most important thing this time, I announce that this year's Quidditch match will not be held."

Darren heard Harry and the others' screams.

However, only Gryffindor was like this.

The students of the other houses basically showed smiles.

Clearly, they knew what Dumbledore was about to announce next.

"…Next, a large-scale event will be held at Hogwarts, and that is the Triwizard Tournament!

The Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago, it was created by…

I know you all want to participate in this activity, but I can only regretfully tell you.

Only students who are seventeen years old or older can participate in this activity…"

Fred and George showed angry expressions.

They protested with a particularly loud voice.

Because they were only a few months away from seventeen.

But Dumbledore didn't pay attention to them at all.

He continued: "The participating students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at the school in October and spend a year with you.

I hope you can always maintain enthusiasm and friendliness… of course, don't be too kind."

Dumbledore's last sentence was clearly directed at Darren. Darren sighed, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

And he lowered his head with a bit of guilt.

By the way, he yawned secretly.

When could he finally go back to sleep? Finally.

After eleven o'clock.

Dumbledore ended the topic for the night.

Darren was already too sleepy to open his eyes by this time.

He followed a group of lower-year students, swaying back to the Slytherin common room.

It was the same layout.

Snape was making them prepare for a competition again.

"In order to set an example for the first-year freshmen, then, this year it will be…"

Snape's eyes drifted over the students of each year, as if he was thinking about which year's students should come first.

The other six years, except for the first-year freshmen, all became excited.

Who wouldn't want to finish quickly and go back to sleep?

They raised their hands immediately. Darren yawned. Showing an expression of obedience to the assignment.

But he was laughing inwardly.

It would be strange if the old bootlicker didn't choose the fourth year.

Sure enough.

The next second.

Snape said coldly: "Since it was the third year last year, then this year we will start from the fourth year."

All the fourth-year students' eyes were on Darren.

Darren shook his head hesitantly and said: "Forget it, I always tend to attract some things, and I'm always unable to bring you all along… I'm not fit to be a prefect, I'm sorry."

【Ding, Saint Father points +50】

【Ding, Saint Father points +60】

【Ding, Saint Father points +50】

【Ding…】

Hmm.

Slytherin always gives pretty good Saint Father points at times like this.

Maybe they think that letting someone give up the desire for power is the greatest sacrifice?

"If anyone doesn't want to participate, just leave directly!"

Snape said coldly.

Darren quickly showed a grateful expression.

He was overjoyed in his heart.

Finally, Snape didn't intend to take up his spare time anymore…

Early the next morning, Darren and the others walked into the Great Hall under Cassandra's leadership.

There were quite a lot of people in the Great Hall.

And it was very lively.

Even in Slytherin, some whispering sounds came from the table.

As soon as Malfoy sat down, he said to Crabbe and Goyle: "Those two Weasleys from Gryffindor are planning to buy some Aging Potion, I bet they definitely won't succeed.

Because the Aging Potion on the market now can't escape magical detection at all.

But my family is different, we have that kind of Aging Potion that can escape magical detection, I'm planning to go try it.

If I succeed, I believe those Gryffindors will definitely lick my toes, just begging me to give them two drops!"

"If I succeed, I believe those Gryffindors will definitely lick my toes, just begging me to give them two drops!"

"But Draco, why don't you participate yourself?"

Crabbe asked foolishly.

Malfoy rolled his eyes hard.

"Haven't you heard? People can die in the Triwizard Tournament. I wouldn't participate in a competition like that, and my father wouldn't let me participate either!

My father said that if Dumbledore tries every possible way to shove me in, he'll transfer me to another school!"

"But the Triwizard Tournament requires the strongest in the school. How do I remember that you still failed an exam last semester?"

It was Ron.

Darren saw Ron walking over, gloating, at a single glance.

Behind him followed Harry, who was snickering.

Malfoy stood up angrily.

His furious gaze shifted from Ron to Harry, and then he said mockingly: "Scarhead, I wonder how a loser brother like you still has the courage to come here?"

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