The Turn Of Events (Harry Potter)

4.10 (Triwizard Tournament)

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"That which passes, isn't time. You and I are transitory, time is eternal. Or rather, it passes and is yet eternal."
- Gulzaar

THIRD PERSON POV

The rain was still drumming heavily against the high, dark glass. Another clap of thunder shook the windows, and the stormy ceiling flashed, illuminating the golden plates as the remains of the first course vanished and were replaced, instantly, with puddings.

"Treacle tart, Hermione!" said Ron, deliberately wafting its smell toward her. "Spotted dick, look! Chocolate gateau!" But Hermione gave him a look so reminiscent of Professor McGonagall that he gave up.

"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered," "I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. It is my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"What?" James gasped looking at Mary with wide eyes, "Quidditch is canceled? That's ridiculous" He exclaimed flabbergasted.  "Merlin I am lucky to not be in that era, imagine a year without quidditch" Regulus shuddered as his friends nodded along him. 

"What?" Harry gasped. He looked around at Fred and George,his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak.

"No quidditch you mean?" Adalyn was horrified by the idea. Just last year they've won the cup and now no Quidditch?

Dumbledore went on, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts —"

But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff,shrouded in a black traveling cloak.

The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any Harry had ever seen. Every inch of skin seemed to be scarred. But it was the man's eyes that made him frightening.One of them was small, dark, and beady. The other was large,round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue.

"Moody, that's you" Fleamont said looking at the man who sat silently in a corner. "Seems like so" Moody grunted showing no interest in starting a conversation. 

The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, and from side to side, quite independently of the normal eye — and then it rolled right over, pointing into the back of the man's head,so that all they could see was whiteness.

The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it. The stranger sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of his face, pulled a plate of sausages toward him, raised it to what was left of his nose, and sniffed it. He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage on the end of it, and began to eat.

"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 clapped 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.