A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 383 Warrior Candidates

At the Halloween dinner, Hermione had a big appetite, and said with a start: "Oh, is it true? Valen ran into your dormitory and exchanged an hourglass? I bet she was so distressed... "

She happily picked up a large piece of pork chop for herself.

"You're happy now," said Ron.Neither he nor Harry's aging potion was used.

"Of course I'm glad." Hermione put down her knife and fork and looked at the two solemnly. "You also heard this afternoon that Hagrid was able to lift his head from the bucket of creamy softener and tell us that he was very much looking forward to the first project." ...you should know how dangerous the Tournament is!"

The fork in Ron's hand shook, and he was somewhat convinced by the argument: "What was the last one that made Hagrid happy?"

"Fried-tailed snails," Seamus said unhappily from the side.

On the professor's seat, Felix stopped after drinking the last sip of seafood soup in the bowl, and his eyes flicked over the hundreds of jack-o-lanterns in the corner and the bats constantly thumping on the ceiling, and fell on the restless little wizards.

He could totally feel the restlessness in the Great Hall, one of the things he'd learned from the Dementors.

"It's kind of choking," he murmured.

Flitwick gave him a curious look, retracted his outstretched hand, and lost interest in the bowl of seafood soup in front of Felix.

One more person appeared on the professor's chair today than yesterday—Mr. Barty Crouch looked sick, and after eating a few mouthfuls of mashed potato patties, he leaned back on his chair, looking absent-minded, and Lu Xun who was beaming beside him Do Bagman is in stark contrast.

"...When I was serving the Hornets, I received a bunch of flowers after every game, and there were foreign fans... Which country? I don't know... I don't know, it's a bunch of names, I guess it's female fans , there is a smell of perfume on the note... If only Buddy was here, he could translate for me, wouldn't he?"

Bagman turned his head to look at Mr. Crouch, and Crouch snorted with a straight face.

"Oh, Batty, you don't seem to be in good shape, maybe you should rest for a while..."

"I'll think about it." Mr. Crouch said uninterestedly. Even though his complexion was bad, he still took good care of his attire. There was no wrinkle in his clothes. He looked very much like Principal Ilvermorny. resemblance.

Most of the students had finished their meal, and Dumbledore stood up amidst the expectant eyes.

He waved his magic wand to completely darken the auditorium. The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the front of the professor's chair. At this moment, the light suddenly burst into flames. The blue-white flame turned into a dazzling red, and sparks flew everywhere.

A half-burned parchment flew out.

"Durmstrang's first champion," he said in a clear, strong voice, "is Viktor Krum."

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium, and Krum stood up from his seat, and under the guidance of Professor McGonagall, he turned to the room next to the auditorium.

"There is still hope, there are still two spots!" The Durmstrang student next to him cheered for himself.

After a while, another piece of parchment flew out.

"Durmstrang, Aurs Polyarco," read Dumbledore.

The boy who spoke just now was crying with joy, and he shouted out of composure: "I knew it!" He stood up, shook his fist vigorously, and almost tripped over the table, the principal of Durmstrang snorted dissatisfiedly.

Next came the third Durmstrang warrior—

"Durmstrang, Adim Bwick."

Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes and said emotionally: "How touching! The three warriors will unite and fight for the honor of the school..."

In the next not-too-short period of time, the Goblet of Fire appeared with signed notes one after another, and the warriors from the remaining four schools were selected.

"Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour—

Jacqueline Bourgeois -

Francois Lafontaine. "

The three warriors of Beauxbatons walked to the room next to the auditorium to rest one by one, but the minds of the students were all messed up, as if time was still stuck at the moment when the girl who looked like a Veela stood up.

The girl named Furong flicked her shiny silver hair gracefully, and walked between the two dining tables with light steps, like an elf...

It can be expected that this picture will be imprinted in the hearts of many students, and they will never forget it for a lifetime.

"Then the champion of Ilvermorny, Victor Percival Graves—

Ann Lunn -

And the third warrior, Biers Bach. "

Byers stood up beamingly, and was greeted by the Gryffindor students and walked into the small room next to the auditorium.

"Then it is the turn of the warrior of Waggadu, Rashaun Elephanti—

Nona Raibert --

Panagiota Brandzio. "

The warriors of Waggadu stood up. They did not follow the previous process to act individually, but waited until all three were selected before leaving together.

The Hogwarts students watched their backs - one of the two wizards was tall and burly, he looked like a walking wall, he was at least a foot taller than Cedric, you know, Cedric Ke was already tall for Hogwarts students; the other had a hawk-like hairstyle and was not small, but stood next to the people next to him like a dwarf.

The only girl among the three was as tall as Furong, but her body was full of strength. In the not-so-warm weather, she was wearing a thin leopard-skin cloak.

"Finally, the warrior from Hogwarts." Dumbledore said happily, and he read the name on the note thrown by the Goblet of Fire: "Cedric Diggory—"

"Oops!" exclaimed Ron, fortunately no one heard it but Harry and Hermione, the cheers from the next table knocked the roof off, and Dumbledore had to wait a while with the second note , While waiting, the third note also came out along with a flame.

"The second and third warriors are Roger Davis and Collins Foley. Let us cheer for them." He read the names of the remaining two in one breath.

There was another deafening applause, and the Gryffindor students clapped their hands, which was a bit unpleasant. None of the three warriors was Gryffindor, so they couldn't be happy at all.

When the noise subsided, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Okay, the last three warriors are invited to take a rest in the room next to the auditorium. I am happy to announce to everyone that the Goblet of Fire has successfully completed its mission. Next, I believe Everyone will support the warriors in their schools and contribute their strength to this event, then—"

He stopped talking suddenly, and the Goblet of Fire that was supposed to be extinguished became dazzling again, and his face was flushed red by the blazing fire.

A note flew out, he subconsciously caught it, looked down, and after a brief silence, he cleared his throat and read aloud——

"Harry Potter."

There were no cheers, and the auditorium was silent.Gradually, there was a buzzing sound, and everyone looked at Harry, including the students sitting next to Harry, all looked at him with incredible eyes.

"I didn't put my name in." Harry said blankly, looking at Ron and Hermione. "You know I didn't, I was with you all the time."

Hermione's mouth was still open and her eyes were wide open, and Ron forced a smile, "Yeah, we've been together. Congratulations, Harry."

"It's not about congratulations!" Harry yelled, his voice echoing through the Great Hall.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall stood up from the professor's chair in a panic and tripped when passing Felix. "Be careful, Minerva," he said.But McGonagall didn't pay attention at all. She hurried to Dumbledore and said something fiercely.

Dumbledore said seriously, "I know, Minerva, but..." He raised his voice, holding up the half-burned note in his hand, "Harry Potter, go to the next door to the Great Hall first."

Harry stumbled out, looked at the astonished faces, felt that he didn't belong here, he walked up to Dumbledore, Dumbledore nodded to him, pointed him in the direction, he took a few steps, listened There was a sound of inhalation behind him.

He jerked back - as disbelievingly as the others - to the Goblet of Fire turning red again, the first blunder followed by a second blunder.
It must be broken, Harry thought, something is wrong with the battered wooden cup, and maybe a third unlucky one will be called out later.

Dumbledore quickly picked up the note, and said the name on it in a low voice, "Hermione Granger."

There was a scream from the Gryffindor seats, and Hermione covered her mouth, unable to believe her ears.But at this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Goblet of Fire, and there was an inexplicable expectation in their hearts.

Even Dumbledore did the same, watching the Goblet of Fire silently, behind the half-moon-shaped lens was a pool of bottomless azure blue.

Harry stayed where he was, dazzled by the blue-white flames, but he forced himself to look at it, as if to see the innermost part of the wooden cup, the last note ready to go.

finally--

Dumbledore grabbed the note flying high, and in the deep, solemn and silent auditorium, he calmly read: "Ronald Weasley."

(End of this chapter)