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g restlessly around in its socket； taking in the Hall and the students。
〃May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher？〃 said Dumbledore brightly into the silence。 〃Professor Moody。〃
It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause； but none of the staff or students chapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid； who both put their hands together and applauded； but the sound echoed dismally into the silence； and they stopped fairly quickly。 Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him。
〃Moody？〃 Harry muttered to Ron。 〃Mad…Eye Moody？ The one your dad went to help this morning？〃
〃Must be；〃 said Ron in a low； awed voice。
〃What happened to him？〃 Hermione whispered。 〃What happened to his face？〃
〃Dunno；〃 Ron whispered back； watching Moody with fascination。
Moody seemed totally indifferent to his less…than…warm wele。 Ignoring the jug of pumpkin juice in front of him； he reached again into his traveling cloak； pulled out a hip flask； and took a long draught from it。 As he lifted his arm to drink； his cloak was pulled a few inches from the ground； and Harry saw； below the table； several inches of carved wooden leg； ending in a clawed foot。
Dumbledore cleared his throat。
〃As I was saying；〃 he said； smiling at the sea of students before him； all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad…Eye Moody； 〃we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the ing months； an event that has not been held for over a century。 It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year。〃
〃You're JOKING！〃 said Fred Weasley loudly。
The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke。 Nearly everyone laughed； and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively。
〃I am not joking； Mr。 Weasley；〃 he said； 〃though now that you mention it； I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll； a hag； and a leprechaun who all go into a bar。
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly。
〃Er…but maybe this is not the time。。。 no。。。〃 said Dumbledore； 〃where was I？ Ah yes； the Triwizard Tournament。。。 well； some of you will not know what this tournament involves； so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation； and allow their attention to wander freely。
〃The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly petition between the three largest European schools of wizardry： Hogwarts； Beauxbatons； and Durmstrang。 A champion was selected to represent each school； and the three champions peted in three magical tasks。 The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years； and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities…until； that is； the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued。〃
〃Death toll？〃 Hermione whispered； looking alarmed。 But her anxiety did not seem to be shared by the majority of students in the Hall； many of them were whispering excitedly to one another； and Harry himself was far more interested in hearing about the tournament than in worrying about deaths that had happened hundreds of years ago。
〃There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament；〃 Dumbledore continued； 〃none of which has been very successful。 However； our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt。 We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time； no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger。
〃The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short…listed contenders in October； and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween。 An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to pete for the Triwizard Cup； the glory of their school； and a thousand Galleons personal prize money。〃
〃I'm going for it！〃 Fred Weasley hissed down the table； his face lit with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and riches。 He was not the only person who seemed to be visualizing himself as the Hogwarts champion。 At every House table； Harry could see people either gazing raptly at Dumbledore； or else whispering fervently to their neighbors。 But then Dumbledore spoke again； and the Hall quieted once more。
〃Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts；〃 he said； 〃the heads of the participating schools； along with the Ministry of Magic； have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year。 Only students who are of age…that is to say； seventeen years or older…will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration。 This〃…Dumbledore raised his voice slightly； for several people had made noises of outrage at these words； and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious…〃is a measure we feel is necessary； given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous； whatever precautions we take； and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them。 I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hog…warts champion。〃 His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred's and George's mutinous faces。 〃I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen。
〃The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year。 I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us； and will give your whole…hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected。 And now； it is late； and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning。 Bedtime！ Chop chop！〃
Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Mad…Eye Moody。 There was a great scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall。
〃They can't do that！〃 said George Weasley； who had not joined the crowd moving toward the door； but was standing up and glaring at Dumbledore。 〃We're seventeen in April； why can't we have a shot？〃
〃They're not stopping me entering；〃 said Fred stubbornly； also scowling at the top table。 〃The champions'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be allowed to do normally。 And a thousand Galleons prize money！〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Ron； a faraway look on his face。 〃Yeah； a thousand Galleons。。。〃
〃e on；〃 said Hermione； 〃we'll be the only ones left here if you don't move。〃
Harry； Ron； Hermione； Fred； and George set off for the entrance hall； Fred and George debating the ways in which Dumbledore might stop those who were under seventeen from entering the tournament。
〃Who's this impartial judge who's going to decide who the champions are？〃 said Harry。
〃Dunno；〃 said Fred； 〃but it's them we'll have to fool。 I reckon a couple of drops of Aging Potion might do it； George。。。〃
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