[HP] The Last Demon King

The chaos at the Quidditch World Cup did not affect Selwyn's daily life at all. After Eredins returned to the manor, no one mentioned it, just as the Quidditch World Cup was held smoothly.

But the calm didn't last long. On Monday morning, Eridins was going downstairs when she heard the voices of Arnold and Arthur talking from the living room.

"I told you not to get involved in this matter, do you really think I don't know anything?" Arnold stood in the living room, Arthur stood opposite him, the two said nervously talk.

"Yeah, yeah, there's something you don't know? I do everything under your nose! It's my freedom where I go, so what do you know? Legs grow on me , you can't control me."

"This is not your business alone!"

"Why is it not my business alone? If you don't want to find it, why don't I go by myself?!" Arthur roared angrily.

"He has failed, don't you understand?"

"He failed, but I can help him make a comeback! At that time, Selwyn will be the most noble pure-blood family, and no one can surpass the glory of Selwyn! You don't need to help me, but don't hinder me !" Arthur's voice was getting louder, with a faint tendency to growl.

"Pay attention to your volume." Arnold said angrily, suppressing his voice, as if he was worried about something.

"Who are you afraid of being heard by? The Dark Lord? Are you also afraid? Are you also afraid that he will know that you are preventing me from helping him?" Arthur sneered loudly.

"Shut up!" Arnold gritted his teeth with hatred in his voice.

"You have no right to tell me to shut up! Don't think that Selwyn belongs to you alone!" Arthur roared furiously.

A figure passed by Eridins, and Eridens could only see Anna's stiff back, every part of her body tensed up, and every step she took seemed to be burning with anger.

Anna walked into the living room expressionlessly, with her hands trembling, she opened her mouth, and it took a long time before she could speak: "Who is going to help... the mysterious man?"

"It's nothing, Arthur and I are talking about other things." Arnold walked over and said softly to her: "Would you go up and wait for me? I'll come and see you after I have something to say with Arthur."

Anna shook off his hand, her knife-like gaze fixed firmly on Arthur's face: "You can't go." She was panting heavily, as if she lacked oxygen, and kept it tight. The deadpan face was contorted with a kind of extreme hatred: "I tell you, you can't go to—"

Arthur seemed to be frightened by Anna's expression, and after a while, he cocked his mouth and said, "No one can stop me wherever I want to go."

Anna looked at him viciously, then tremblingly took out her wand, Arthur laughed contemptuously: "If you think you can get my clothes on, you can try."

Anna took a big step back, and suddenly turned her wand on herself: "...you are right, I can't touch you...but I can kill myself."

"Anna!" Before Arnold took a step, Anna screamed, "Don't come over!"

"You..." Arthur looked at Anna's hysterical look, with a look of helplessness on his face: "Anna, what's wrong with you? It's the Dark Lord, if Selwyn can help him in his most difficult time , no one can shake our position!"

"Stop it!" Arnold shouted angrily.

"You don't know anything...but you want to help that devil come back here again...Okay, okay—you can just step on my dead body—Ava..." There was a faint green light on the tip of Anna's wand , Arnold's eyes were almost tearing apart, "Disarm you!" Arthur took out his wand in time, Anna's wand flew out, and she bounced to the wall and passed out.

"Anna!" Arnold rushed to Anna in an instant.

Arthur stood there blankly, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away, and he spoke feebly after a while: "...She actually cast the Avada Kedavra curse on herself, what happened to her?"

Arnold hugged the unconscious Anna, clenched his teeth, as if he couldn't restrain his emotions otherwise, his lips trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a cold sentence from his tightly pursed lips: "...you have seen , if you still want to go, go, no matter it’s Albania or wherever, just remember to come back and collect the body with your brother and sister.”

After he finished speaking, he hugged Anna and walked upstairs. When he saw Eridins standing on the stairs, Arnold paused and walked past her without paying attention.

Eridins looked downstairs, but Arthur was still standing there in a daze.

After that day, Arthur no longer mentioned that he was going to leave. He returned to his previous life, and he came home every day after getting drunk. Only frustration and decadence remained on his face.

The atmosphere in the manor was oppressive and dead.

In such a mood, Arnold told Arnold that she was going to Diagon Alley to buy the items needed for the start of school. Arnold sat at the desk looking at some documents and said without looking up: "You make a list of the things you want to buy. Give it to me, and I'll prepare it for you before school starts... No one is taking you to Diagon Alley right now."

"I can go there by myself on the Knight Bus."

"You must go?"

"Yes."

"In such an atmosphere?" Arnold raised his head, his weary eyes fell coolly on Eridins's face, showing a disgusted sneer: "As expected of his daughter."

Eridins was stunned: "What?"

Arnold stopped talking and just waved her away.

Aritins took the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley and met Malfoy who was about there. The two bought the books and items needed for the fourth year together, and sat in the cold drink shop for a while before saying goodbye.

On September [-]st, Eridins boarded the express train bound for Hogwarts again. This time, there was no one to escort her. Arnold sneered and said, "You can take the Knight Bus by yourself."

After the sorting ceremony that night, Dumbledore announced that the House Cup and Quidditch tournaments would not be held this year. Eridins had already learned the reason from Malfoy, so she was not surprised, but the other students were very surprised. shake.

"This is because a huge event will start in October and continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it. It's my great pleasure to announce that , this year at Hogwarts--" Dumbledore was halfway through speaking when there was a deafening thunder and the Great Hall door slammed open.

A man on crutches and wrapped in a worn black cloak stood in the doorway. Eridins heard Malfoy breathing in beside him. The man had a hideous face with wrinkled skin. Baba, his face is full of scars, his mouth is crooked, one eye is small and black, and the other is a fake eye, round, moving constantly, turning up and down, left and right, and finally even just A big white eye can be seen.

The man went up and shook hands with Dumbledore. After a brief conversation between the two, the man sat on an empty seat beside Dumbledore. His normal eyes stared at the sausages on the plate, and the other one kept turning But his fake eyes were looking at the auditorium and the students in the auditorium.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore broke the silence happily, "Professor Moody."

The auditorium was silent, and the students were all staring at Moody, Hagrid and several other teachers who clapped their hands alone and stopped knowingly.

"As I said just now," said Dumbledore, smiling, looking at the many students in front of him-the students were still staring blankly at Mad-Eye Moody, "in the next few months, we will be very It is an honor to host a fantastic event that has not been held in over a century. It is with great pleasure that I report that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

The auditorium that was quiet because of Moody instantly boiled over. Malfoy proudly said to the people around him, "I already knew that. My dad told me last summer."

Dumbledore went on to say: "The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe. These three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. It was a great way to form friendships among young wizards—but then, too many died, and the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued."

death toll?Oh, that's interesting, Eridins thought that Hogwarts could only play Quidditch, after all, it was a conservative school that didn't even teach black arts, only let them learn defense.

Dumbledore then announced that in October the Headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would be leading their contenders, "The selection of the warriors will take place on Halloween, and an impartial judge will decide which pupils are most eligible Participate in the competition for the Triwizard Cup, win honor for your school, and personally get a bonus of one thousand Galleons." Dumbledore said.

Whether for honor or money, many whispered feverishly to those around them, or gazed at Dumbledore.

"I know you are all eager to win the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts," said Dumbledore, "however, the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic have agreed that there should be an age cutoff for this year's competitors. Students aged 17—that is to say, over 17—are allowed to enroll for consideration. We feel,"—Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, as some people heard his words and raised their voices angrily. protest. "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 deal with it. I will guarantee that none of them are insufficient." Students of our age deceive our impartial judges into being Hogwarts warriors." His blue eyes sparkled meaningfully as he glanced over some disgruntled faces, "So if you're under 17, I I beg you not to waste your time filing an application."